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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
5
Views:
4,677
Reviews:
12
Recommended:
0
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Lunch
Yes! It is finally my favorite time of day. Lunch time! Not that I really remember much of the other parts, of course other than meeting my holy god and cookie master that is above all mere mortals. You know I bet he is like that one cookie you only get once in a while or never. You know that chocolate chip cookie that’s so soft a gooie that you get to lick all of the chocolate off your hands. Boy oh boy would I lick that chocolate. I could imagine a few other places would be lick able.
Max and I head to our lockers trying to stay out of the major flow of traffic. It’s kind of hard for me, because it’s easy for me to see them but hard for them to see others that’s if they even try.
Some of the bruises that I have actually gone home with have been accidental. I try to stay right behind Max so as to not be slammed onto my ass. Those damn bottles seam to think that’s funny when they run into me and I fall.
The laughs will be on them when I throw them all into a bowling pit of tar. Ill just have to ware nose plugs because I have heard that the smell of burning human flesh is not so good. Barry my space buddy told me that. Max kind of went fanatical when he found out the stuff Barry was schooling me on. That whole thing that it’s really easy to learn how to make home made bombs is kind of true. Barry has been busy lately he lives in England and the pay for an assassin is up lately. Barry is very high-quality at what he does. Max thinks Barry is a bad influence on me, but its nice to have another psycho to talk to. Can you believe Max has even talked to my dad about putting me on medication? Or possibly unplugging my computer. Good thing my dad thinks all doctors are out to get his money and knows he would loose a finger if he touched my baby Dezi my computer. Dad thinks why pay money for something if a little bit of yoga and a better diet will help. At my house we don’t eat meat. Max says that’s why I’m so puny. Puny I am not Puny it’s not my fault if the rest of humanity wants to be ginoramus.
We finally reach the lockers, but all we really need is Max’s locker because as if I would actually pack my own lunch! Max grabs my Superman lunch box and hands it to me and grabs his own Sponge bob lunch box.
In a fight of the lunch boxes mine so wins against that sponge character. I mean come on who wants to watch a sponge. All that it can do is absorb. When Superman can fly, beat asses and laser people in two. Plus the whole being able to see behind wall and clothing that’s hot if I could have a super power that would defiantly be up there on my list! Kind of kinky, but really hot!
Max and I wait for the bell to advance to part two of our normal plan. As the crowd thins we make our way out side to the food court. I love trees their so shady and cool underneath and grass makes a great pillow to sleep on.
I plop down into my spot and open my lunch box and pull out my veggie pizza Max’s cook made for me and my carrots and munch away.
Max and I head to our lockers trying to stay out of the major flow of traffic. It’s kind of hard for me, because it’s easy for me to see them but hard for them to see others that’s if they even try.
Some of the bruises that I have actually gone home with have been accidental. I try to stay right behind Max so as to not be slammed onto my ass. Those damn bottles seam to think that’s funny when they run into me and I fall.
The laughs will be on them when I throw them all into a bowling pit of tar. Ill just have to ware nose plugs because I have heard that the smell of burning human flesh is not so good. Barry my space buddy told me that. Max kind of went fanatical when he found out the stuff Barry was schooling me on. That whole thing that it’s really easy to learn how to make home made bombs is kind of true. Barry has been busy lately he lives in England and the pay for an assassin is up lately. Barry is very high-quality at what he does. Max thinks Barry is a bad influence on me, but its nice to have another psycho to talk to. Can you believe Max has even talked to my dad about putting me on medication? Or possibly unplugging my computer. Good thing my dad thinks all doctors are out to get his money and knows he would loose a finger if he touched my baby Dezi my computer. Dad thinks why pay money for something if a little bit of yoga and a better diet will help. At my house we don’t eat meat. Max says that’s why I’m so puny. Puny I am not Puny it’s not my fault if the rest of humanity wants to be ginoramus.
We finally reach the lockers, but all we really need is Max’s locker because as if I would actually pack my own lunch! Max grabs my Superman lunch box and hands it to me and grabs his own Sponge bob lunch box.
In a fight of the lunch boxes mine so wins against that sponge character. I mean come on who wants to watch a sponge. All that it can do is absorb. When Superman can fly, beat asses and laser people in two. Plus the whole being able to see behind wall and clothing that’s hot if I could have a super power that would defiantly be up there on my list! Kind of kinky, but really hot!
Max and I wait for the bell to advance to part two of our normal plan. As the crowd thins we make our way out side to the food court. I love trees their so shady and cool underneath and grass makes a great pillow to sleep on.
I plop down into my spot and open my lunch box and pull out my veggie pizza Max’s cook made for me and my carrots and munch away.