Etwetan
I stood on the sidelines, the warm sun beating down on my skin as I cheered on my friends during the athletic tryouts at Kudu Park. The smell of freshly cut grass and the sound of sneakers squeaking on the track filled the air. Fatima stood beside me, her voice carrying across the field as she shouted encouragement to Damian, who was sprinting down the track.
"Come on, Damian! You got this!" Fatima shouted, her ponytail bouncing with each movement.
I grinned, clapping my hands together. "Yeah, show them what you're made of!" I yelled, feeling a surge of excitement as the athletes gave their all.
As the tryouts wrapped up, Fatima turned to me with a smile. "I'm so glad we're not participating in sports this semester. I don't think I could handle the pressure."
I chuckled, shaking my head. "Yeah, I'm good with focusing on academics. Besides, I'd rather be cheering on our friends than sweating it out on the field."
We chatted for a bit longer, discussing our plans for the rest of the day. I mentioned that I was heading to Damian's house later, and Fatima raised an eyebrow.
"You're hanging out with Damian, huh?" she asked, a hint of curiosity in her voice.
I nodded, feeling a sense of excitement at the prospect of spending more time with my friend. "Yeah, we're just gonna chill, cook some food, and play some games. Nothing too exciting."
Fatima smiled knowingly. "You two are becoming fast friends, aren't you?"
I shrugged, trying to play it cool. "Yeah, I guess so. He's a great guy, and we have a lot of fun together." I said all excited that Fatima had no problem with me hanging out with her boyfriend.
After saying our goodbyes, I headed home to grab a quick lunch before heading to Damian's house. As I walked in the door, his mom greeted me with a warm smile.
"Hey, you must be Ethan! Damian's in the kitchen, cooking up a storm. Help yourself to a snack if you're hungry."
I thanked her and made my way to the kitchen, where Damian was expertly flipping chicken wings in a spicy sauce.
"Hey, man! Welcome to my humble abode," he said, grinning as he handed me a plate of wings.
I took a bite, and my eyes widened in surprise. "Wow, these are amazing! What's the secret ingredient?"
Damian chuckled, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "That's for me to know and you to wonder."
We spent the next few hours cooking, eating, and laughing together. As we finished up in the kitchen, Damian suggested we move to the living room to play some video games.
"Sounds good to me," I said, grabbing a controller as we settled in for a marathon gaming session.
As we played, we chatted about everything from school to music to our favorite TV shows. I was struck by how easy it was to talk to Damian, how comfortable I felt in his presence.
At one point, I paused the game and turned to him. "Hey, Damian? Can I ask you something?"
He raised an eyebrow, his expression curious. "Sure, what's up?"
I hesitated for a moment before asking, "What's your favorite childhood memory?"
Damian's face lit up with a smile. "Oh, man, that's a great question. I used to have a pet rabbit named Mr. Fluffers."
I laughed, intrigued. "Mr. Fluffers? That's adorable! What happened to him?"
Damian's grin faltered for a moment, and I sensed a hint of sadness behind his eyes. "He... uh... hopped away to a new home," he said, his voice a little softer.
I raised an eyebrow, sensing there might be more to the story, but I let it slide. Instead, I shared a story about my own childhood, about the time I accidentally set off the fire alarm in my house while trying to cook pancakes.
Damian laughed, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "That's hilarious! I'm surprised you didn't get in trouble."
I chuckled, feeling a sense of camaraderie with my friend. "Yeah, my Nicole was pretty understanding. But I learned my lesson – stick to toast, not pancakes!"
As the sun began to set, casting a warm orange glow over the room, I realized I'd had an amazing time with Damian. We'd laughed, joked, and connected on a deeper level.
"Thanks for today, man," I said, standing up to leave. "This was exactly what I needed."
Damian smiled, walking me to the door. "Anytime, Ethan. Let's do it again soon."
Before I could go he hugged me and kissed me on the forehead. "What was that" I asked as he stared into my eyes.
"I told you, you remind me of someone" He said with a smirk on his face. He hasn't really told me who and when I ask him he refuses to say.
"What are you hiding Damian?" I wondered to myself as Menzi drove me back home.
Evette
My was gathered at the dinner table enjoying the meal the chef had put together for us. Dad was still not back, according to mom he wont be until next week. After everyone was done eating everybody went to their rooms. The night hours slowly sinked in and I was really failing to fall asleep.
I craved for some snacks. I hopped out of bed and slowly made my way in the quiet hallway. As I ap the far end of the West wing's hallway, I could hear short soft moans. Where were they coming from? As I walked further I heard that they were coming from my Mom's room.
I peeked through the key hole and was shocked of the horror on the other side of the door. My mother was having sex with the garden boy. I could have walked in but I enjoyed watching her getting pulled by her hair, moaning at the top of her lungs. All because of big black thick prick.
I got sweaty from the heat I experienced while learning a thing or two from my mother. I quickly went back to my room without making a sound. I slipped my hand into my pants and when I pulled it back out it was wet.
I slid back in bed but every time I closed my eyes, I was taken back to my moms room. My body still felt hot and my skin longed for some human touch.
I picked up my cellphone that was next to me the whole time, connected to the internet and watched international porn while I fingered myself.
I was shocked with how I was so good with my fingers, as if I was lesbian in my past life.
When I finally came I cleaned up the went to sleep, all satisfied.