Alle Kapitel von GOLDEN BOY, BAD BOY: Kapitel 31 – Kapitel 40

THE VIDEO 2The class group chat sat at the top of Ethan's notifications with hundreds of tags and mentions calling out to him. He scrolled through them all for a moment before finally pulling up the video again. At first, he thought it was going to be the usual jabs–nerd, anti-girl magnet, teacher’s favorite. Instead, a face stared back at him from the thumbnail. Gina Montgomery–head of the school's media team. His face squeezed into a frown, his stomach sinking slightly. “Of, for fuck's sake," he muttered under his breath before tapping the video. The recording booted up for a moment before opening into a podcast setup. Bright lights surrounded the room, highlighting the fake brick-wall background that the school's media club loved using for everything. Two microphones stood on a table hidden from the frame and behind it–right in the center–sat Gina. She wore her usual grin as she adjusted her headset and looked directly into the camera. "So,” she dragged dramatically. "Today

UNINVITED GUESTS Jake took a quick swing from the bottle, the warm beer stinging as it slid down it throat. It settled horribly in his chest but he didn't care. He tapped on the remote and the television flickered as it switched between channels. He settled finally on a late-night sitcom, different colors throwing against the walls as he sank into the couch. Still, no matter how hard he tried to, he couldn't concentrate on the show. His eyes would flicker to the clock above the television instead. Ethan was supposed to be home by now. He pressed the bottle to his lips, his legs bouncing restlessly as he glanced toward the front door for the upteen time. After all that happened lately, he hated it whenever Ethan stayed out too long. And the fact that he had gone quieter only made matters worse. He couldn't blame him anyways. Jake swallowed another mouthful and was reaching for the remote when the front door suddenly burst open. The loud bang nearly made him choke

FAMILY Ethan pulled the duvet over his head, staring at his phone illuminating his face under the sheets. The screen had been open for almost thirty minutes now, but it'd been long since he stopped reading anything anymore. Even as he scrolled, the group chat was still alive, filling up with messages, reactions, and people still tagging him to the video. Like he wasn't an actual person watching it all on the other side of the screen. Some of the students were laughing, others pretended to be shocked, asking who recorded it–but most of them just kept on sending laughing emojis. Apparently, seeing someone getting hurt was pure entertainment for them. Ethan watched another message pop up, calling him a wimp, but he ignored it like the others and locked his phone. The weird part about the entire thing was… he didn't even feel angry anymore. About a week ago, the thought of the school finding out he kissed the school's star quarterback kept him awake throughout the night. For

FORBIDDEN THOUGHTS Gerald pushed Martin down onto the bed, and the furniture creaked under his weight. Smiling, he began to slowly unbutton his shirt. But Martin, impatient as always, tore open the entire thing and pulled him toward himself. “Come here," he said as he planted a kiss on Gerald's lips. His hands traveled down Gerald's back and crawled up his hair as he pushed his face into his. "Why are you stalling?” Gerald asked as he pulled back. He stared into Martin's blue eyes, those same eyes that captivated him since the first day they met, and smiled. “I know you want it." Martin's cock throbbed at that and the thought of having Gerald inside him filled him with pleasure. He was ready to strip his trousers down and shove his meat into his mouth, suck and take his cum down his throat. But.. “My son," Martin said, shaking his head. “He's awake. We can't have that here. He might be listening." “Oh, fuck," Gerald grinned as he kissed Martin, his tongue dancing on

CAUGHT IN THE LIGHT Gerald pushed Ethan down, his strong arms pinning him to the bed as he forced his mouth into his. Ethan kicked and turned, trying to squirm from his grip as he screamed. But the sound left him muffled against the man's mouth. Holding tight his wrists with one hand, Gerald pinned Ethan's legs with his knees and began unbuckling his belt. But before he could pull the strap off, the boy bit down on his lips and dragged. “Ugh!" Gerald groaned painfully as his head snapped back. He stumbled backward, holding his cut lip as his hardened cock dangled before him. "Why you little–” Before he could race toward Ethan again, the young boy sat up on the bed and kicked him straight into the balls. A low whimper left Gerald as he collapsed to his knees, clutching his sack painfully. “You motherfucker!" Ethan screamed as he kicked Gerald in the side of his head. “What the fuck do you think you're doing? Who the hell do you think you are?" His foot connected with the man'