#nick: thread

The teacher had his arms crossed, staring down the boy before him. Seeing boys like Nick, it brought back memories of his own high school life, a life that he didn’t want to go back to. Being an openly gay student wasn’t exactly fun and students like Nick? Well they were the ones to pick on him. It was hard sometimes to not harbor some dislike towards those boys. Right now though, all it made Noah do was wish he could go back and time and suck all those jocks’ cocks just like he was about to do to Nick.

When the basketball shorts were thrown at him, Noah grabbed them. Seeing Nick actually listen and get out of his shorts showed that this was going to be easy. Hearing the word “fag” get dropped just made Noah laugh. He glanced downwards at his student’s cock, smirking now. “I’m not planning on getting myself off tonight.” Those were his words and he was dead serious about it. “Trust me, I’m not planning on getting myself off tonight. I’m planning on sucking someone’s cock and getting fucked.” Oh, he was making a bold move and Noah knew it. When Nick asked, Noah shook his head. “You told me to suck your dick, didn’t you?” Pause. “That’s what I want, Nick. I want you completely hard and I want to suck your dick.”

               There was a gray area between straight and gay, entirely crafted by Nick and his like-minded peers, and as Nick stared down at his teacher, taking in everything he was saying to him, all he was wondering was how far he could comply with what his teacher wanted of him without going too far into the gray area and coming out on the gay end. There was no denying that Nick was interested in having Mr. Chavez suck him off, because only this conversation had blood rushing to Nick's cock, now rising from where it was lying limply against his thigh ---- all nine and a half inches, thick the whole way 'round, waiting to be taken care of.

It was the end of the night and almost everyone had found their way out of the once crowded fraternity house, leaving it covered in red and blue solo cups, along with various other party items that could have and should have gone in a trash can. It bothered Ethan to no end, but right now they had something else to focus on.

Half-way through the party, Donovan had pointed him out to Ethan ---- a small boy, with a nice ass on him and a pretty face, and had mentioned that he was pledging. Ethan had then pointed it out to the few other guys who were around ---- Nick, Carter, Dylan and a few others. He'd sent Donovan to proposition the kid, since he had the friendliest face. This would be easier if the pledge thought that he was in for a nice time.

Now, it was Ethan, Nick, Carter, Dylan and Donovan, standing in a line and facing the pledge. His name was Caspar, apparently, and Nick had commented on how that sounded like a gay name anyway, so he'd probably be begging for a cock in his ass. As always, Nick had a charming way of words that always managed to impress Ethan. That charm, though, would have to be saved for later.

So, no; it wasn't out of good will or an attempt at creating a bond that he was pushing a second beer into Caspar's hand, both of them on the living room couch. It was Nick trying to prove something.

It wasn't anyone's fault in particular, in Nick's opinion -- or more accurately, they were both to blame, which meant there was no use in blaming anyone. Maybe he had been the one to stand Bailey up, and maybe that was a shitty thing to do, but in his defense, he was getting a guarantee of a night of drinks and a lay when it was all over, when there wasn't really a guarantee of Bailey bending over for him willingly.

Nick liked that, though. He liked that Bailey was typically a guy who took control, and yet here he was, little by little submitting to Nick. It gave him a rush of power, and he was excited about how intense that would feel as soon as he heard the word 'please' pour from Bailey's lips, with his ass eager and on display.

Most people would have viewed it as an annoyance, but when the teacher asked for a volunteer to guide the new kid around the school to his classes, Nick's hand had shot up eagerly in the air -- so eagerly that he was positive he'd almost fallen across the desk. Of course, he'd been selected, since most students had ducked their heads as a silent rejection to volunteering -- so here he was, happily walking through the empty hallways towards the office, completely ready to meet this new kid.

Was he doing it to be kind? No. Did he care about this guy feeling comfortable in a new school? Fuck no. It was an easy way to get out of class, and maybe harass a new student or make a new friend. And, if he was lucky, the boy would end up being a hot, slutty girl who he could take outside and have fun with in the back of his car.

The realist in him doubted that, though, since Noah didn't exactly scream feminine.

Most people would name money or an easy as the best reason for owning your own company; Nick, however, saw power as the top reason he had ever aimed to do such a thing. Every morning, when he walked through the crowd of employees that were only here because he had employed them, he felt a rush of power. Money wasn't what he thrived on, control was -- and today, he needed to spend considerable time flexing the power that only a boss had in order to get one of his employees under his control.

There were too many 'sick' days, and on top of that, a considerable amount of mornings where the employee had shown up late, and most of the time, Nick would just have them fired -- and do it in a way that would set an example to everyone else. There was something about this one, though, that got under his skin. He could still remember the day he'd employed them -- because he spent most of the interview process wondering what they'd look like spread across his desk, naked and panting and begging to be ruined at his hand.

That's what would happen today, if they wanted to keep their job.