Curious George
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
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Category:
Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
Views:
4,423
Reviews:
9
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Curious George
okay this is my first story so reveiws and advice would be nice. now enjoy (and dont worry more sex later on in the story :3)
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His whole body tingled as fingers touched his skin leaving a trail of goose bumps behind. A tongue ran up his stomach and over his left nipple. Never had George felt like this before, he felt like he hadn’t lived before this moment and he never wanted this feeling to end. As the tongue headed back down his body taking the path towards his throbbing love stick. Before the mouth engulfed him it whispered one thing…
“WAKE UP GEORGE YOU’LL OR BE LATE FOR SCHOOL!”
George woke up in a fit of terror. “What the hell was that!” he thought as he regained his breath and tried to calm down. His skin was stained with sweat wetting his clothes and hair. Pondering what had just happened in his dream George looked down to see that his body hadn’t yet got over his dream (not that his mind had either). “How could I be turned on by a guy?! WHATS WRONG WITH ME?!…calm down George it’s only natural for someone to get turned on buy the same sex once in there life, right? I’ll get to school and see all the girls in my year and think about their boobs and be normal George again”
George looked down and saw the apparent bulge in his boxers. “Cold shower I guess.” The thought of masturbating over a man made George cringe, however something about it seemed somewhat appealing.
George slammed the door shut and prepared to face the world. The cold air blowing against his young and happy face with his green orbs studying the path he was taking. It was blowing his dark hair in all directions while his legs took his slim build toward school.
“Hey George!” Came a squeal from behind and imminently George knew there was only one person it could be…Liz. Liz was a nice person and everything but she was a bit too nice and happy and that annoying voice of hers could make mother Treasea kill. She had long blond hair that flowed behind her as she ran with clear blues eyes that could melt anyone’s heart (until she opened her mouth). “Eeerrrr hey Liz how’s it going?” He said as he shivered in discomfort. “Just great my roses started flowering today! I was soooooooo happy roses are my favourite flower. What your fav flower George?” “Lilly” he replied without thinking. “Oh and why’s that then George?” George blushed at how feminine he sounded. “I um… I don’t know really I just do.”
He finally got to school and escaped Liz. He approached the usual gang of misfits that inhabited this part of school other than Liz. There was Beth some Swedish exchange student, nice girl but didn’t speak enough English to have a good conversation but she’d always listen she had short-ish brunette hair usually curled and dark green eyes with a very happy face always plastered with a smile.
Daniella, she was a bit of a tart. Always flirting with everyone but not half bad to look at nice curves. Nice eyes with big eyelashes always fluttering for whoever would pay attention. Dark slightly curled hair shined and curled to perfection. Full lips with pink gloss smothered on them, the works really.
There was Stealth he claimed to be male but he was so feminine (and cute) with his shoulder length bright red hair which slightly spiked at the ends and his sparkling blue eyes, skinny body that would look great in a French maid outfit and clear skin that he had to be female or gay but if anyone said it to his face he’d kill them.
Burleigh, he was pretty quite and solemn his shoulder length wavy hair surrounded his head like a lion’s mane his eyes had an air of mystery and cruelty about them as he examined his surroundings like a vulture searching for food.
The bell rang signalling that everyone should head to registration. George’s heart was thumping as he twisted the knob to enter the R.E. class, he’d always know many of the guys in his class were good looking but knowing the dream he’d had this morning he was worrying about hoe they would affect him. When he got to his seat (after managing to get there with looking at anyone) and the new topic was announced “these next few lessons will be on the subject of sexuality” at this George went beetroot as he felt his throat go dry. “W-WHAT?!” he accidentally shouted, when he realised what he’d doe he went a deeper (if possible) shade of red. “Well George, it seems you have some issues with this subject care to share them?”
After that bombshell and an hour of art it was finally break. George was sitting on the grass basking in the sun as Tom came along; he had short-ish golden locks accompanied by some stubble, muscular body and deep pools of gold for eyes. He and George regularly pretended to flirt with each other but no one would know how much it had affected George. “Hey George care to come sit on my lap and see what pops up? Ha” Tom joked; George blushed slightly at this but kept his cool. “Hey Tom what’s up?” George and tom carried on with their chat until one of Tom’s other friends turned up.
Beavis. “Oh this is my lucky day” George thought in despair. Beavis was the popular rebel who would jump at any chance to be centre of attention. He was such a vain show off. Sure he looked good he had blond/brown hair in a somewhat emo fashion his face was usually plastered with a smirk, he had a somewhat slim frame however it was well toned and usually covered by a tight shirt. “Hey George you seem to be staring a lot your not gay are you?” George quickly looked away “…no” he muttered. “Pity I would say no to a night with you.” George’s eyes widened and snapped up to look at him. “W-w-what?” He spluttered. “That was a joke idiot…unless you really want too.”
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His whole body tingled as fingers touched his skin leaving a trail of goose bumps behind. A tongue ran up his stomach and over his left nipple. Never had George felt like this before, he felt like he hadn’t lived before this moment and he never wanted this feeling to end. As the tongue headed back down his body taking the path towards his throbbing love stick. Before the mouth engulfed him it whispered one thing…
“WAKE UP GEORGE YOU’LL OR BE LATE FOR SCHOOL!”
George woke up in a fit of terror. “What the hell was that!” he thought as he regained his breath and tried to calm down. His skin was stained with sweat wetting his clothes and hair. Pondering what had just happened in his dream George looked down to see that his body hadn’t yet got over his dream (not that his mind had either). “How could I be turned on by a guy?! WHATS WRONG WITH ME?!…calm down George it’s only natural for someone to get turned on buy the same sex once in there life, right? I’ll get to school and see all the girls in my year and think about their boobs and be normal George again”
George looked down and saw the apparent bulge in his boxers. “Cold shower I guess.” The thought of masturbating over a man made George cringe, however something about it seemed somewhat appealing.
George slammed the door shut and prepared to face the world. The cold air blowing against his young and happy face with his green orbs studying the path he was taking. It was blowing his dark hair in all directions while his legs took his slim build toward school.
“Hey George!” Came a squeal from behind and imminently George knew there was only one person it could be…Liz. Liz was a nice person and everything but she was a bit too nice and happy and that annoying voice of hers could make mother Treasea kill. She had long blond hair that flowed behind her as she ran with clear blues eyes that could melt anyone’s heart (until she opened her mouth). “Eeerrrr hey Liz how’s it going?” He said as he shivered in discomfort. “Just great my roses started flowering today! I was soooooooo happy roses are my favourite flower. What your fav flower George?” “Lilly” he replied without thinking. “Oh and why’s that then George?” George blushed at how feminine he sounded. “I um… I don’t know really I just do.”
He finally got to school and escaped Liz. He approached the usual gang of misfits that inhabited this part of school other than Liz. There was Beth some Swedish exchange student, nice girl but didn’t speak enough English to have a good conversation but she’d always listen she had short-ish brunette hair usually curled and dark green eyes with a very happy face always plastered with a smile.
Daniella, she was a bit of a tart. Always flirting with everyone but not half bad to look at nice curves. Nice eyes with big eyelashes always fluttering for whoever would pay attention. Dark slightly curled hair shined and curled to perfection. Full lips with pink gloss smothered on them, the works really.
There was Stealth he claimed to be male but he was so feminine (and cute) with his shoulder length bright red hair which slightly spiked at the ends and his sparkling blue eyes, skinny body that would look great in a French maid outfit and clear skin that he had to be female or gay but if anyone said it to his face he’d kill them.
Burleigh, he was pretty quite and solemn his shoulder length wavy hair surrounded his head like a lion’s mane his eyes had an air of mystery and cruelty about them as he examined his surroundings like a vulture searching for food.
The bell rang signalling that everyone should head to registration. George’s heart was thumping as he twisted the knob to enter the R.E. class, he’d always know many of the guys in his class were good looking but knowing the dream he’d had this morning he was worrying about hoe they would affect him. When he got to his seat (after managing to get there with looking at anyone) and the new topic was announced “these next few lessons will be on the subject of sexuality” at this George went beetroot as he felt his throat go dry. “W-WHAT?!” he accidentally shouted, when he realised what he’d doe he went a deeper (if possible) shade of red. “Well George, it seems you have some issues with this subject care to share them?”
After that bombshell and an hour of art it was finally break. George was sitting on the grass basking in the sun as Tom came along; he had short-ish golden locks accompanied by some stubble, muscular body and deep pools of gold for eyes. He and George regularly pretended to flirt with each other but no one would know how much it had affected George. “Hey George care to come sit on my lap and see what pops up? Ha” Tom joked; George blushed slightly at this but kept his cool. “Hey Tom what’s up?” George and tom carried on with their chat until one of Tom’s other friends turned up.
Beavis. “Oh this is my lucky day” George thought in despair. Beavis was the popular rebel who would jump at any chance to be centre of attention. He was such a vain show off. Sure he looked good he had blond/brown hair in a somewhat emo fashion his face was usually plastered with a smirk, he had a somewhat slim frame however it was well toned and usually covered by a tight shirt. “Hey George you seem to be staring a lot your not gay are you?” George quickly looked away “…no” he muttered. “Pity I would say no to a night with you.” George’s eyes widened and snapped up to look at him. “W-w-what?” He spluttered. “That was a joke idiot…unless you really want too.”