Hey Everyone!
Been a while, lot of life stuff happening to me as I am transitioning out of school and such, apologies for the delays.
You've all been super patient with me here, I've got like, four drafts of four different stories just sitting on my page. Sorry again for the wait.
As always this story contains coercion, noncon, reluctance, and very unrealistic standards. This is word vomited smut from my brain that I put online because I get bored very easy. If this triggers you please do not read, it's in the noncon category for a reason!
Apologies as well for any typos or grammar issues, this is usually straight from my brain so sometimes I forget to proof or I miss things.
Enjoy!
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NUMBER 3:
Sam, 20 years old, 5'6, skinny and tanned.
My name is Sam, I'm a junior and recently joined a clique of skaters on campus. My frame is shorter and on the skinnier side but thanks to a reliance on pot and a cleaner diet, I have no fat on my frame. My hair is longer and dirty blonde, going down to my eyes and hitting the bottom of my neck. At the very least, I'm blessed with being hot to compensate for my lack of height.
One day I was at the gardens outside The Quad with my friends. We were doing the usual routine, skating and rail-grinding on the concrete. The vibes were good, clean air, and no Karens (with the exception of campus security but they were pretty chill mostly).
It was me, Jay, Kai, and Barry today, the others had class.
We'd been skating a couple of hours and had attracted a small crowd of campus-goers. Including a couple of adults.
I noticed a particular one from the crowd who I'd begun to recognize. He was taller and bit gangly looking. A little effeminate sounding as he'd comment briefly on our tricks as we landed them. He'd linger for roughly an hour each day then leave.
He was here again today, sticking around as normal. He definitely wasn't college age, pushing 30 maybe. Maybe he was just really into skating or something.
As we left for the day to go back to our dorms/apartments, he stopped Kai before he left and began to chat him up. We lingered for a moment before we let him know we'd be at The Quad and he can catch up.
We shot the shit for an hour or two. More hours passed and we didn't see or hear from Kai. We texted him but didn't hear anything back. We decided to head home and meet up again tomorrow.
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The next day we went down to the gardens again and went back to skating. Kai was still nowhere to be seen.
We texted him again until we finally heard back...
"Yeah I'm good. Sorry. Had some stuff yday, had to get it done."
"No worries dude," We texted back, "See you tomorrow??"
"Yeah. I found a new spot we should try."
"Fs man. See you then."
We spent the day without him, suddenly that stranger showed up again. As I finished an ollie he tapped me on the shoulder.
"Hiiiiii... sorry to bug you guys. Have you seen Kai around?"
"Oh, no sorry, think he's doing something today."
"Ah damnit, well... you won't snitch will you? I was gonna hook him up with an ounce but I guess he's not interested."
"An ounce? How much?"
"Free, but I guess he got busy."
"I mean, shit dude, I'll take it off your hands if he won't"
"Oh really? I mean I promised him this ounce, but I guess I can hook you up too..."
He gave me a very uncomfortable wink.
"Uh... yeah for sure man, let me get your number I'll hit you up."
"Really? So bold! Getting my number first before I even got the chance to ask..."
I gave him an odd look, confused.
He broke the awkward tension by letting out loud, and obnoxious forced laughter, setting a hand on my shoulder and squeezing slightly, putting me off a bit.
"You're so serious babe! I was just kidding... unless..."
I was still quiet.
"I'm kidding babe, I'm so kidding. Text me now so I know it's you."
I shot him a text.
"Sam? You don't look like a Sam. Whatever. I'm Dylan..." He extended a hand.
I awkwardly shook it. He squeezed my hand really tightly.
"I'll see you around babe. Let me know when you want me to hook you up!" He said as he walked away.
I stood there silently for a minute, was that creep coming onto me?
"The fuck was that?" Barry asked.
"No clue, think that fag was coming onto me dude."
"No fucking way!"
"Deadass dude, that guy was eye-fucking me."
"Yoooo, you think he came onto Kai as well?"
"Oh damn, holdup."
We texted the group chat.
"Yo Kai! Did that Dylan guy hit on you yesterday??"
He wrote back after a long pause.
"No man. He just said he'd get me an ounce."
"You sure? He was flirting tf outta me."
"Haha. Crazy, yeah I didn't trust that shit for free so I didn't take it. Dude's a creep probably."
"No kidding homie. Stay safe."
"Yeah haha."
His texts were weird and abrupt, more than usual. I let it go though.
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The next day, we met up with Kai who seemed like he'd lost sleep, he was skating weird too. The location he brought us to was a public park nearby full of first-timers, posers, and was renowned for having the cops show up nearly every day. Shit sucked is my point.
I walked up to Kai who was spacing out.
"Yo."
He startled.
"You good?"
"Yeah. Yeah dude, just no sleep."
"Ah fuckin sucks dude."
"Yeah. Yeah."