Two Gay Nerds Fighting Novels & Stories

Jack asked. "His boyfriend." Noah sang and Jack and Herry laughed. "You have a boyfriend, faggot?" Jack smirked. "N-no." I said and turn my head away from them. "What about that football player you were talking to in English?" Herry asked. I didn't even know he was in my English class I was too into Jace and too shy to even look at anyone. "Oh um...Jace is it? Yeah he's gay too, but he's way out of your league even if you both are fags." They all laugh and I squeeze my eyes shut.

I went to the guys’ closet and pulled out one of Kai’s tank tops and a pair of my shorts since Q’s parents should be here any time. I padded over to the guys and sat down on the floor between their legs. I leaned my head on Xander’s knee and watched as they battled it out in some fighting game. They bickered and I could not help but laugh. They sounded like siblings. Wait no. I shook my head. That would make it awkward. They were like best friends. That I could get behind.

“Why don’t you get on the bed and find out? Since you’re so curious about gay sex, I can fuck you. Maybe you’d like it.” Spencer’s face twisted with rage. “Don’t you dare project your disgusting sickness onto me, faggot.” He shoved me with both hands, hard. I flew backward, crashing into the boards with a loud bang. Pain shot through my shoulder. “What the fuck? Get your hands off him!” Reed’s roar cut through the arena like thunder. Before I could even process it, he was there — grabbing Spencer by the jersey and slamming him against the glass. His fist flew, landing heavy punches across Spencer’s face.

"I did and this is a good reason. To reason with them, you need time. By the time you take the chance to get a single word out their teeth will be sinking into your flesh, tearing you limb from limb." I focused my attention on Quade and Griffin. The narcissistic old man had his filthy hands around Quade's neck. Quade's face was turning a bright hue of red, one I could see even in the darkness. The silence in the air was thick, adding to the gloomy atmosphere. Each person watching this fight had hope in their eyes as we figuratively sat at the edge of our seats in anticipation. Quade did a maneuver that instantly had Griffin releasing him, a sickening crunch mixing with Griffin's cries as his

Ugh! "What is wrong with you two? Why the hell are you fighting?" "We are not fighting!" We both said in the chorus. We looked at each other sharply when we realize we both spoke at the same time. Ugh! I look away. He is annoying! "Really? You two are not fighting, huh? It looks like you are going to kill each other if I don't interfere." "Shut up, Sab. We are not fighting." I say. "Okay. Okay. If you insist. Gosh, you guys look so weird."

There was a section of all black guys in a locker room shower setting. It looked like a hidden video recording based on how it was filmed. You could tell it was not rehearsed. All of the black guys started jacking off together, just like I was doing with my hockey friends. One of the black guys dropped to his knees and said, “Everyone cum on me!” Very soon all of the other guys started cumming on the guy laying on the ground.

Raymond teased. With that, all the guys stood in a battle ready pose while Stephen walked to the sides and stood ready to watch the fight. “Well, it is just the two of them. We all don’t have to fight them, do we? We won’t even need to use our magic to fight a wisp of a girl and a single man. I want to take them both on my own and show her I am not only good at getting beaten up and losing consciousness,” Gavin teased me. His friends nodded in agreement, and he sauntered towards us.

Fanny frowned, as if she had heard this name before. "Fight, continue to fight. One doesn't want to have sex, and the other wants to. Then let's see who is more powerful." On one side, seeing the two people stop, the pangolin couldn't help but add fuel to the fire. The two of them immediately glared at this guy.

I ask, jerking my chin toward Echo. They look at each other, then at me in perfect unison. “Oh come on, no fucking way!” I protest. “I am not putting my ass on the line. If he hits me, I’m out of work for a week, just so you’re aware.” The guys burst out laughing, but I’m dead serious. “You’re gay,” Ghost says, patting my shoulder like that solves everything. “You seeing those flyers? He won’t care. Us? We’re getting beaten. Good luck.”

But he’s also about to die. “So, you’re who they sent to fight me?” he sneers. “A baby angel?” “One of four,” I smirk. “The others are busy kicking your friends’ asses. I’m just here to warm you up.” “A poofter like you?” he laughs. “That’s funny as fuck.” Ah. Homophobic. Good. Easier to enjoy wrecking his face. I crack my neck. “This poofter’s about to carve you up.” I strike. My sword, studded brass knuckles on the hilt, crashes against his.