Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]
<h1 id="title">Elliquiy Role Playing Forums</h1>
		<h2 id="linktree">Play-By-Post: Bondage, D/s, S&amp;M =&gt; Bondage: Human Solos =&gt; Topic started by: Observing Trifles on 07-05-2010, 03:33:10</h2>
		<dl id="posts">
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>07-05-2010, 03:33:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				With every passing day at Aotsuki High School, he became more and more certain that he did, in fact, have a bull's eye painted on his back. Unfortunately, being smart meant being a target and seventeen-year-old Ichiro Ishihara had more than enough brains to go around, which made him the prime punching bag for the school bullies. Particularly Hiroyuki Suzuki and his little gang. They especially loved to steal his backpack and scatter the contents all over the courtyard, usually prolonging his torment long enough that he missed the first few minutes of his next class. He hated that. What was the point in being one of the brightest third-year students in Aotsuki if his teachers always gave him the stink eye for being tardy?<br><br>That particular Friday afternoon, Ichiro was exhausted and it showed. His choppy black hair was a mess, tussled as though he had just rolled out of bed, and his eyes, while hidden behind a pair of rectangular, rimless glasses, betrayed his fatigue. Even his finely-pressed black school uniform did nothing to lessen the appearance of his physical exhaustion. He was in no mood to be dealing with Hiroyuki and his boys, yet there he was, arms crossed as he stood near the fountain, glaring at the group of five teenagers rummaging through his backpack. Yet again. He could have groaned at the lack of originality. If they were going to torture him until graduation, couldn't they at least think of some other ways to do it?<br><br>"I'm already late for Japanese Literature," Ichiro muttered, rubbing at the space between his eyes. "So there's really not much more damage you can do."<br><br>But that didn't stop them. The group was far too busy picking through his personal belongings, his binder, and scattering his notes from English class to bother with his logic. "Idiots," Ichiro grumbled, sinking down to sit on the edge of the fountain, craning forward to begin scraping together what of the papers from his torn notebook had fluttered his way, including a Biology assignment due at the end of the day that, courtesy of someone's dirty sneaker, now bore a smudgy footprint. He grumbled again, twice as frustrated, and huffed as he sat back to watch the carnage. He was certain that he was going to spend the rest of the night putting his things back together - yet another night of little sleep was staring him in the face.<br><br>Great. Fantastic. What else could go wrong?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gunnygirl</strong> on <strong>07-05-2010, 04:25:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A flash of a smile made the young Hitomi swoon, her tiny plaid skirt ruffled a bit in the wind and Dillon flashed her a wicked grin at seeing a bit of thigh. She blushed deeply and pushed it down with one hand as the other clutched a book to her petite chest, something Dillon always seemed to choose when dating a girl. "Oh Dillon, we are going to be late class! You can't keep like this every day..." <br><br>Dillon was a dashing young American, his father had just transferred here to be the liaison for the US government and a Tokyo defense company. The contract was filled and now his father was in charge of communications between the US government and Tokyo. This placed Dillon in a strange new country, with beautiful 'scenery'. He grinned devilishly at the underclassman, Hitomi and she softly slapped her hand against his chest. "No...we are not ditching class again Dillon!" She said as if she knew what he was thinking.<br><br>Dillon tossed his brown straight hair from his baby blue eyes and licked his lips, but his eyes were averted for a moment to the courtyard behind his companion. Something caught his attention and now it served as a distraction, white paper fluttering in the wind, so he naturally had to get a better look. He tilted his head curiously and fixed his eyes on the attractive young man sitting on the fountain with a very unhappy frown on his face. He scanned the near by area wondering what could cause such a beautiful face to frown in distress. 'Ah, Hiroyuki.' He gave a soft grunt, he knew the boy and his friends, but he didn't know the victim.<br><br>"Hey babe, hold that thought." He winked at Hitomi and she looked surprised, even a bit disappointed. With all her denials, she truly wanted to sneak off with him and let him slide into second base.<br><br>Dillon strode into the courtyard, his tie was loose around his neck and his white dress shirt was hanging half out of his pants. He was the definition of cool, with reprimand for his lack of consideration to the dress code he was in detention every afternoon. He didn't seem to care and after three weeks of the same punishment but no improvement the staff gave up. His jacket was hooked on a finger and hung over his shoulder, a toothpick between his curled lips he spoke. "Hey now whats going on here?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>07-05-2010, 06:08:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				With a sigh, Ichiro decided that perhaps yet another contributing factor to his daily torment was the fact that he wasn't quite as developed as the other boys his age. It wasn't as though he looked any younger than he was, but he wasn't nearly as <em>manly</em> as other seventeen-year-olds. Quite the contrary. He had a baby face, so to say; rounded features, smooth skin, and doe-like chocolate brown eyes. Not to mention, he had very little muscle mass. A girl with those features might have been pursued by the likes of Hiroyuki, but a boy? A boy with those features was a sitting duck in the truest sense of the word.<br><br>About then, Dillon had appeared in the courtyard, instantly attracting Ichiro's attention. He remembered Dillon from earlier on in the week. As a transfer student, he had already captured the eyes of their fellow third-years and what was more, he was an American. The girls at Aotsuki had a thing for westerners; they were exotic and exciting. Truth be told, Ichiro was no less enthralled by Dillon, but he couldn't show it. No, he wouldn't even acknowledge it. Just because he was a cool, exotic foreigner didn't mean anything. Ichiro would not break face for anyone. Especially not another boy. Honestly, that would just add fuel to an already burning fire.<br><br>Hiroyuki looked up from Ichiro's binder, a lopsided grin upon his gruff face. "Just havin' a little fun," he laughed. Dillon was a strong new presence at Aotsuki, but Hiroyuki and his gang of misfits practically ran the place. Even if Dillon was a bit of a troublemaker, he was first and foremost a foreigner. Out of place. He didn't intimidate Hiroyuki, not on his home turf.<br><br>"Got a problem with it, gaijin?" ventured the school bully, emphasizing the final word - a brusque insult - with a touch of venom.<br><br>At this, Ichiro began to worry. Hiroyuki was a rough individual, known for throwing punches when they weren't called for, and the last thing Ichiro wanted was to cause trouble for Dillon. Even if he was an outsider, a black sheep in a sea of white, he didn't deserve to get caught up in someone else's problem. "Leave him alone, Suzuki," Ichiro muttered, although he shrunk back when Hiroyuki's sharp gaze fell upon him. "He didn't... do anything."<br><br>Hiroyuki gave a melodramatic sigh and, shoving the boy's binder at one of his lackeys, he advanced on the small figure perched upon the fountain's edge. "What, you stickin' up for him now?" he ventured, shoving at Ichiro's shoulder, quite nearly knocking the smaller, much more passive boy down into the water.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gunnygirl</strong> on <strong>07-05-2010, 18:08:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dillon took the toothpick from his lips and waved it about in two slender fingers as he spoke, countering what he thought was an all to obvious insult, "Wow did you recognize that on your own...or did you need the gang here to help you out with that one..." Her stepped over the mess of papers, he was careful not to step on any but he didn't drop his cool manor or his elegant stride. He was to late to help Ichiro as he fell in the water but as Hiroyuki stepped back he would find Dillon invading his personal space. A sly nearly wicked grin spread across his soft features, his hair covering his baby blues, but that devilish sweet smile was almost haunting.<br><br>Dillon towered over most Japanese males, which made the ladies happy. He was six foot two, slender yet built like an athlete. "If you don't want to find yourself in that fountain...I suggest you get lost, or you can stay and you can see what happens when a Napoleon like yourself tries to assert his dominance over the little guys."<br><br>He took a step to the side to let Hiroyuki leave, if he was smart and he looked down at Ichiro. The boy was soaked, but he had a look on his face that made Dillon forget his cool collective persona and scoop him from the water. Dillon of course didn't, but he did give him a nod. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>07-05-2010, 22:36:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The moment Ichiro hit the water, a few of the school girls perched on benches throughout the courtyard began to giggle. Girls never bullied him, really, and they never seemed to have anything against him, but they weren't above taking away a little amusement from what Hiroyuki put him through. Resigned to inevitable humiliation, Ichiro merely sulked in the shallow water for a few moments, peering out only to spot Dillon nodding at him.<br><br>It was odd for Ichiro, having someone sticking up for him. No one had ever bothered before and he didn't exactly have many friends to hide behind. He spent more time with his books than he did with his classmates and he had certainly never expected to catch the attention of someone like Dillon. Outsider or not, Dillon had a lot going for him: his height, his build, the cool demeanor that made all the girls flock to him. As far as the student body was concerned, he was it. Ichiro, meanwhile, fell quite short of the ideal. And thus, he found himself in the fountain. How could it possibly get any worse?<br><br>Unfortunately, Ichiro was also a horrible pessimist.<br><br>Hiroyuki raised his eyebrow at Dillon's "compromise" and, after a quick glance around at his buddies, promptly took to laughing. "You're kidding, right?" Dillon's height didn't mean jack to him; he wasn't going to back down in the face of a foreigner. He had a reputation to keep, damn it, and with the attention of the entire courtyard resting on him and Dillon, he wasn't going to fall short of what they all expected from him.<br><br>"Who the fuck are you to tell me what to do, huh?" Hiroyuki bit, leering up at Dillon (despite having the confidence that he could take on the foreigner, he had to admit, he was damn tall). "This is none of your business. So if <em>you</em> don't wanna end up in that fountain, I suggest that <em>you</em> get lost. There's more of us than there are of you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gunnygirl</strong> on <strong>07-05-2010, 22:48:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dillon loved the fact there were more to witness this interaction. He gave a soft laugh, short and sweet. He then flicked his toothpick away and his coat went out, as if reading his mind Hitomi ran to him and took it gently in her hand. She looked as if she was terrified to crush the material as she stepped away with his coat clutched in her hand. <br><br>Dillon stepped forward again and with a quick movement and without a warning his hand flew out and grabbed Hiroyukis forearm and jerked it towards him. If he had not moved to his right in that instant the two boys would have collided, but Dillon was agile and his feet shifted him to the side leaving a space for the smaller Japanese boy to fly past him towards the fountain. His foot stepped forward to block his feet, in attempt to trip him up and let him fly into the fountain, as promised.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>08-05-2010, 04:46:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It all happened so fast that Ichiro couldn't even follow it all. One minute, Hiroyuki was taunting Dillon, claiming superiority for himself, and the next thing he knew, the bully had joined him in the water. Hiroyuki hadn't even seen it coming, yet there he was, right beside him, equally drenched and equally humiliated. This time, the schoolgirls were laughing at <em>him</em> and, for the briefest moment, Ichiro felt the tiniest bit better. Even Hiroyuki's lackeys were laughing at him.<br><br>With the head bully screaming at his cohorts to shut the hell up, that it wasn't fucking funny, Ichiro slowly pulled himself up out of the water and looked down at himself, grimacing. He wasn't looking forward to explaining to the principal why his clothes were dripping wet and why he needed another uniform to finish out the school day. It wasn't the first time that Hiroyuki and his minions had messed with his clothes (usually, it was pudding in the lunchroom). But, he supposed, it was better than explaining more bruises to the school nurses.<br><br>"This ain't over, gaijin!" Hiroyuki barked at Dillon as he removed himself from the water and hurried off, his snickering cohorts not far behind him. <br><br>Removing his drenched black jacket and slinging it over the edge of the fountain, Ichiro untucked the white shirt beneath and wrung out what he could. Then, looking to Dillon, he offered a look that was at once grateful and apologetic. "I'm sorry about all that," he mumbled, kneeling down on the pavement and gathering a few of the papers that had spilled there. "I didn't mean to get you involved..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gunnygirl</strong> on <strong>08-05-2010, 05:06:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dillon had to try as best he could not to laugh and break his cool exterior. He brushed his hair from his eyes and watched the soaking wet bully run off. He did smile, Hitomi ran to his side, "That was so amazing...I really need to go though...met me after school? Please?" Her last word sounded close to a beg as she hesitated to hand his jacket back to him.<br><br>"Sure thing babe." he nodded his head and she waves her hand and her fingers wiggled as she backed away. She didn't turn away until he did and focused his attention to Ichiro. "You didn't...I chose to get involved. That douche had it coming for some time." He reached over and helped him pick up a few scattered papers. "He always riding you isn't he?" He was quicker at gathering the other boys items as he was able to move unhindered by wet clothing.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>08-05-2010, 05:57:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As he collected his papers, Ichiro watched from the corner of his eye as Hitomi wandered over to hand Dillon back his jacket. He hadn't noticed her before. Hitomi was undoubtedly one of the prettiest girls at Aotsuki, so it was no surprise to see her hanging around Dillon, who was at that moment the coolest, most interesting boy at school. Girls like Hitomi never noticed people as low on the totem pole as Ichiro. Neither did boys like Dillon, for that matter...<br><br>Not that he was interested in boys or anything.<br><br>"Yeah," Ichiro replied morosely, pursing his lips awkwardly as he watched Dillon help him pick up his things. He hadn't expected help from the taller boy, who probably had better things to do that didn't involve stooping to his level. It was nice, though, so he wouldn't complain. "I'm not the only one he picks on, but I'm probably his favorite..."<br><br>Scooping up his binder from where Hiroyuki's lackey had dropped it, Ichiro stuffed his papers back into place and, letting out a hand, took back what Dillon had gathered for him. "Thanks. I appreciate your helping me, you didn't really have to..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gunnygirl</strong> on <strong>08-05-2010, 06:47:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Don't mention it, you seem like an alright guy to me." He said with a shrug, "I figure the scales around here have been tipped in one direction long enough....its time for someone to tip them in another direction, you know?" He slapped his hand against his back. "Names Dillon, whats your name, slim?" He had thought of his nickname from the first time he lay his eyes on him, his slim body gave that perfect line. His frame was t, to Dillon, perfection and it made him lick his lips. <br><br>As if not waiting for him to answer he waved his hand towards the hall. "We have class together I think. So lets walk together." The hall was long but their class was only the fourth door but he stopped short and slapped his forehead, "Wait, can't expect you to walk into class soaked, eh?" He gave a short laugh and ran his hand through his hair. "I got extra clothes in my gym locker, in case the ladies rip my shirt or pants." He winked down at the shorter male.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>08-05-2010, 09:42:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It was very odd for Ichiro, who hadn't a friend in the world, to suddenly have one of the most popular boys in school asking his name. As such, he couldn't find it in him to respond as quickly as he might have. Dillon didn't seem to want to wait for an answer, anyway, for he soon took off for the hall. After stuffing his things into his backpack and grabbing his wet jacket, Ichiro promptly followed, if only because he was horribly late for class and couldn't afford to stay out in the courtyard any longer.<br><br>It was then that Dillon offered to let him borrow his clothes. Ichiro was, frankly, turned off by Dillon's playboy persona, but he supposed he could overlook it if he was willing to let him borrow a spare uniform. He nodded accordingly and, before they headed off again, told him, "I'm... Ichiro Ishihara." Dillon had only told him his given name, which led Ichiro to believe that that was what he preferred to be called, even though Japanese custom dictated that mere acquaintances were supposed to use surnames to address each other. Americans weren't too picky about names, he supposed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gunnygirl</strong> on <strong>08-05-2010, 19:10:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Alright then. I guess I can call you Ichiro, if that's good with you." He lead the other boy who was fumbling with his pack and binder He stopped and helped him organize a bit better. He really like being this close to his new friend, he had a soft grin on his lip to show his pleasure in the new companion. "My pants may be a bit long for yah. Better fit then the extra stuff they keep in the falclty lounge though. I know first hand." He winked and stood up.<br><br>The wind was getting a bit chilled at it threatened to rain. He slipped his coat over his arms, if Ichiro was a girl he would defiantly offer it to him, but here in the hall was no place to flirt with another man. Although he had to fight not to show his pleasure to outwardly, he had always liked his male companions like his females. Smaller. Thin. Narrow along the waist and hips. A fine back end....he caught himself staring and quickly shifted before he could be noticed. <br><br>"So what class yah supposed to be in right now?" He was getting anxious so making small talk was the easiest way to calm his nerves. He reached the heavy double doors to the boys locker room and lifted his foot to push the release bar and kick the door open, even this simple act looked cooler then it was. He lead him to the end of the long narrow lines of lockers to the fourth locker to the right, he tugged it open. He never bothered to lock it, always figuring no one would want his jock strap and clean clothes....if they did who was he to complain?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>09-05-2010, 08:38:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"That's... fine, I suppose," Ichiro murmured with a shrug of his dripping wet shoulders. He supposed he could cut Dillon a break for being a foreigner, but that was all. It had nothing to do with the fact that he was devastatingly handsome, or anything like that. Not that Ichiro had noticed. Just as he didn't notice the way Dillon's eyes roamed his frame, sizing him up, even admiring him. Ichiro was, while exceedingly brilliant, terribly naive.<br><br>"Biology," the smaller boy sighed, watching with a certain degree of awe as Dillon kicked open the door to the gym. Ichiro had never been much for coolness or suave, but he had to admit, Dillon had it down to a science. The American was just... very cool. It was no wonder Hitomi hung all over him. Dillon probably had all the other girls in the palm of his hand, too. "I'm not worried about missing a little, it's nothing I don't already know, but my teachers are getting frustrated with me for being late all the time..."<br><br>Putting down his binder on one of the benches, Ichiro set aside his jacket and began unbuttoning his shirt. It occurred to him only once he had gotten the bottom button undone that this might be considered... inappropriate. Yes, they were both men, but still... Blushing a light shade of pink, Ichiro turned so that his back was facing Dillon and then removed his shirt. He felt more comfortable when he wasn't looking at him. "Th- Thank you, by the way," he muttered, "for letting me borrow your clothes."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gunnygirl</strong> on <strong>09-05-2010, 18:22:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dillon leaned against the locker next to his, a bit close to another man undressing but...he was getting a bit of a thrill seeing Ichiro slowly undress was making him excited but he was easy to cover it. His eye followed Ichiros fingers, but when he suddenly turned away he gave a soft sigh. <br><br>"Not a problem. I think we may be able to help each other out Ichiro. I have a proposal for you. " He took a small bottle of cologne form the top shelf of his locker and sprayed it once on himself then Ichiro as he dressed. "You see...I am really good at baseball. I hear the team here is really good and I want to play...but my grades are a bit low...possibly by the fact I am constantly late and have better things to do then homework. I'm late because....of distractions...." He thought of Hitomi, he knew she was ready to move on with him, possibly tuck away into a bathroom and use her hand or mouth...the thought made him humm in thought but then he got back on track. "So anyway. Maybe you can keep me on track...and I can keep Hiroyuki at bay. What do you think? Want to be my sidekick for a bit?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>09-05-2010, 22:39:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				While not entirely unattractive, Ichiro had quite a few issues with his self-esteem. More to the point, he didn't have any. He spent most of his days being tormented by bullies and without even a first kiss to check off his to-do list, it was fair to say that Ichiro completely lacked self-confidence. Dillon seemed just the opposite, something that Ichiro was endlessly jealous about. He said nothing about it, though, only hurried to finish dressing, pants first, before he exposed his nakedness for too long. He was terribly embarrassed about Dillon seeing him.<br><br>At Dillon's proposal, Ichiro raised his eyebrow, looking over his shoulder as he buttoned up the white shirt. The sleeves were a bit long, but that was alright. At least they were dry. "... Sidekick?" He could barely believe that a boy like Dillon wanted to have him at his side, even just to help him with his homework. But if it kept Hiroyuki away, it was worth considering. "Well..." At long last, Ichiro nodded, slipping into Dillon's spare school jacket. "Alright. I'll keep you on track. But just so you know, if it means dragging you away from Hitomi and making you go to the library instead, I'll do it."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gunnygirl</strong> on <strong>09-05-2010, 23:23:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dillon glanced at him as he was fully naked and his lips fell open. He wanted him, like a switch being turned on he had to have him. Not like he would have Hitomi or any of the other girls, but to hold him naked against him. It made his stir between the legs and he knew he was going to get hard and push against his pants so he quickly sat on the thin bench between the two rows of lockers. <br><br>He was hearing Ichiro talk but all he was concentrating on was the form he had just seen. "Who?" He asked looking up and tilting his head, "Oh right, yeah not a problem...she is slipping in grades too and if she doesn't start getting to class her parents wont let her go out and I wont get laid..." He waved his hand. He tried desperately to cover the fact he wasn't concerned with her right now, no right now was about Ichiro...he wanted to touch him so bad. <br><br>He shook his head and brushed his hair away, "Anyway...you got free reign to boss me around if you want...but a few things gottah change. First...you have to go out when I do, parties and girls...if you like them, I'm not one to judge." He waved his hand. He was almost hoping her would say he wasn't into girl, but he had a feeling he wouldn't admit it if he was.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>10-05-2010, 01:42:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				What, had Dillon already forgotten Hitomi's name? Ichiro supposed that was to be expected. Guys like Dillon probably spent time with tons of girls... In a way, Ichiro envied that. Not so much that he got to hang around with girls, but that girls wanted to hang out with him. A lot of guys probably did, too. But there was no way that Dillon was gay, or even bi. He was like catnip to the ladies and he ate it up. Yes, he was definitely a red-blooded, heterosexual male. Not that that concerned Ichiro. It was merely an observation.<br><br>Buttoning up his jacket, Ichiro blinked at one of the conditions of his and Dillon's arrangement. But before he could ask questions, the taller boy made him blush a furious shade of red when his sexuality came into question. "Of course I like girls," he muttered, almost insulted, while he draped his wet clothes over the bench and snatched up his backpack. "As for the parties..." He sighed. "I'll go, but I'll warn you, I'm not much of a party person. I don't fit in with... people."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gunnygirl</strong> on <strong>10-05-2010, 02:43:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dillon held up his hands, "Hey I wasn't passing judgment....I was just asking. I would have pie in my eye if I was introducing you to the wrong people!" He got up and playfully jabbed him with his elbow. "Well then. You can drive me home when I get drunk.....but I promise you a lot of sweet ass if you hang out with me. That's what a sidekick is for right?" He swung his arm up and around Ichiro's shoulders and messed his hair. <br><br>"Next thing is possibly the most important. I have a science test tomorrow....Professor Kinto, a fine piece of our public education she is..." He was of course talking about the youngest science teacher at the school, young and pretty. "She is going to let me retake that test we took last week, but I have to take it tomorrow and silly me I forgot to study. I need you to come over tonight and help me study and stuff." He winked at him, he knew it was suggestive but likely Ichiro was going to mark it off as 'I don't really study' and not 'I really want to just make-out with you tonight' at least he hoped he wasn't scaring his new crus-friend!
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>10-05-2010, 02:54:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dillon's arm around his shoulder prompted Ichiro to look up at him dumbly, as though he didn't understand the gesture, or more to the point, why he had extended it. None of this made sense to him. One minute, he was a punching bag for Hiroyuki and the next, he was the unofficial sidekick of the most popular boy in school. How had that happened? Well... it was better than serving as a crash test dummy for Hiroyuki, he supposed, so he couldn't complain.<br><br>He sighed, though. Forcing Dillon to sit down and study didn't seem like it would be an easy task. He reminded Ichiro of a child rather than a high schooler, someone who would rather go out and have fun than focus on getting his grades back up. Or in this case, more focused on pretty women. But then, that was what Ichiro was there for, right? "Alright," he agreed. "I'll help you study. But if you slack off, I reserve the right to smack the back of your hand with a ruler."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gunnygirl</strong> on <strong>10-05-2010, 05:23:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dillon dropped his arm and kicked open the locker room door in the same fashion as when they entered. "Oh see thats a deal breaker right there." He laughed. "You can mess this do up, I work hard on getting my hair to look this bad." He winked but kept walking. "You can smack my ass with a ruler, but I might like that to much..." He clearly was testing the waters on that one. "How about you just hit my hands....and do that if I get to drunk too...it may affect my baseball playing....cant have that." <br><br>They passed a few girls in the hall and he winked at them and then put his arm around Ichiro and pointed to him, "You girls met the second coolest guy in school yet? This is Ichiro...and you two are invited to sit with us during lunch." Both girls giggled and nodded. <br><br>"Okay! How about the front table in the cafeteria?!" One squealed happily. <br><br>"You totally got it babe. Right Ichiro?" He poked his side gently to get him to say something.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>10-05-2010, 05:50:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				At Dillon's less than subtle comment about just where he could smack him with the ruler, Ichiro's fair countenance lit up with a cherry-red blush. Dillon was probably just teasing him, but... that comment wormed under Ichiro's skin and it was all he could do not to shiver. God, he wished the other boy wasn't so bold. It was hard enough to deny his attraction to men without feeling attracted toward the coolest boy in school.<br><br>Ichiro wasn't used to getting very much attention, so when Dillon practically paraded him in front of girls in the hall, he felt quite out of place. A black sheep in a sea of white. Clearing his throat nervously, Ichiro directed his chocolate brown eyes down at the floor, fiddling with the sleeves of his borrowed jacket and forcing a nod when Dillon prompted him to speak. "Y- Yeah," he mumbled, far too socially awkward to enthusiastically involve himself in hallway conversation. "It'll be fun, I guess."<br><br>If one called being a wallflower fun. All of the girls at school ignored him, which wouldn't change just because he was sitting with Dillon, of that he was sure.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gunnygirl</strong> on <strong>10-05-2010, 06:14:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dillon walked him down the hall walking backwards a bit till the girls were out of sight, "Dude, you have to lighten up a bit...if you stutter they know your nervous. You don't stutter in front of me, so just talk to them like you would talk to me!" <br><br>They had gotten to the class just as the bell rang. "Oh damn....we ditched the whole period. Ah well." He shrugged and leaned against the wall. "We should just make a day out of it...lets go to the mall or my house and goof off on line or something." He brushed his hair back, this was the second time he mention Ichiro going to his house, but it was a bit late now to think if he was being to forward.<br><br>He quickly looked for a way to cover it and two young Japanese girls passed them waving with their fingers, he turned to watch them go and bowed his head. "Ladies....looking-good!" Perfect! A perfect distraction from his awkward offer.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>10-05-2010, 06:43:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ichiro scowled when Dillon scolded him for being so nervous. He couldn't help it; that was how he was wired. Just as he was wired to panic when he missed an entire period of class. His heart practically stopped when the bell rang and, as students began pouring out into the halls, he groaned and held his head in both hands, clearly frustrated. But then he stopped, raising his eyebrow as Dillon suggested ditching and hanging out at his house instead. It wasn't so much the ditching that Ichiro was surprised about (Dillon looked like the kind of guy who did that often), but... going over to his house?<br><br>Wasn't that the second time he'd made that same offer?<br><br>"I, uh..." Pursing his lips, Ichiro looked away, nervous again. Being alone with Dillon at his house sounded... well, almost nice. But he hardly knew the guy and... they'd be <em>alone</em>. He wasn't sure he was comfortable with that just yet, but... Oh, hell. He had already skipped class. What more harm could he possibly do? "Okay," he agreed at last, though a bit reluctantly. "But since we're ditching early, I expect us to get a jump start on your studying. Deal?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gunnygirl</strong> on <strong>10-05-2010, 06:48:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dillons heart skipped a beat, he was going to have ichiro in his house...in his room. He took a deep breath and smiled then put his hand up and made a scouts salute. "I swear....after we play a few rounds on my gamestation. I just got Hitogowie knock out two!" He put up tow fingers and made a fighting face and lifted his leg as if he would kick an imaginary opponent. He stayed put for a few minutes then dropped his foot. "Its supposed to be good." He winked and took his car keys from his pocket and whirled them around his finger.<br><br>"You got books or something you wanna grab?" He tossed his keys up and caught them with skill.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>10-05-2010, 12:57:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				While Ichiro wasn't sure just how good he would be against Dillon at video games, he supposed going with him wouldn't be so bad. Realistically, he was already in trouble for missing class, so there wasn't much harm in skipping the rest of the day... unless his teachers called his parents. God forbid. But really, the option of going with Dillon was far too appealing in its own way. Ichiro was drawn to him for whatever reason and thus found it easy to simply follow where he led.<br><br>"No," Ichiro replied with a shake of his head, patting the backpack slung over his shoulder. "I have what I need. Let's just hurry before the teachers see us leave..." It was then that he caught sight of the keys in Dillon's hand. He had his own car? That was new. Trains and subways were the preferred mode of transportation in Tokyo, so it struck him as odd that they would be driving themselves.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gunnygirl</strong> on <strong>10-05-2010, 18:08:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dillon nodded and dodged into a hallway and around it to the very small parking garage. "Whats wrong....ah your like the girls. Oh hell he has a car?!" he made a girly voice with the last sentence to emphasize what he know was shock. "My dad doesnt like the idea of public transportation, especially for his son in a strange new country....wanted to make the transition easier on me so he bought me that...." He pushed the alarm button on the keys and a brand new red sports car to the right of them beeped and the lights flashed once.<br><br>"The perks of being the only child to...a single father." The few words seemed to sting Dillon. It had been a few days since he thought of his mother and right now was not a good time to think of her. Oh how she would hate how wicked he had become to women...she was so beautiful and so kind. He gulped hard choking tears away when he slipped into the passenger seat. "Get in cutey." He stated and caught himself with a cough. Quick Recover! "That's all it takes for me to get a girl home. I think its more the car then me though." He shrugged. Good save!
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>11-05-2010, 04:19:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Honestly, Ichiro thought it rather cool that Dillon had his own car. It suited him. His father was probably very well-off, Ichiro decided as he climbed into the car, his backpack in his lap, his eyes roaming the lavish interior. He paused in his inspection, though, as Dillon spoke of his mother, suddenly feeling somewhat sympathetic - until Dillon coughed and played it off as a gimmick he used to get girls. At this, Ichiro scowled and awkwardly pulled his seatbelt over his shoulder.<br><br>"The car would certainly help," he affirmed. "Girls around here love that sort of thing." Mostly because it showed wealth and girls at their high school were very drawn to that. Most people were, Ichiro supposed. He was neutral to whether or not Dillon had a car, or money, but he had to admit, it was pretty awesome having a friend with wheels.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gunnygirl</strong> on <strong>11-05-2010, 06:22:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Lemme tell you. Its not just Japanese girls who like a guy with a car. American girls used to fight over who got to ride in my mustang back home. God...the things they would do to me in that car..." He gave him an eyebrow waggle and shifted the car into gear peeling out and hitting the road. He turned onto the main highway heading towards an upscale community with very nice condos recently built around a golf course. "Dad loves being close to the golf course, and frankly I don't mind it either...keeps dad out of my hair. Yaknow?"<br><br>He pulled into one of the smaller, yet very lavish houses in the community. An security guard riding a gold cart passed and honked his horn, Dillon waved to him "Hey Kuro! Keep it cool!" The man nodded as Dillon got out of the car and whirled his key chain around his finger. "You play golf much?" He tried his best to keep the conversation going, anything to ease his nerves. He had to keep it cool, get to know Ichiro before...he felt comfortable enough to seduce him. Get him close enough to see him naked a few more times. Why was this so much harder for him then any girl hes met in Tokyo?! 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>11-05-2010, 10:28:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It seemed that Dillon was not a fan of leaving things to the imagination, Ichiro realized with a sigh. Being friends with him was going to be difficult if he insisted on being so openly sexual. It wasn't a crime, he supposed, but Ichiro was very much withdrawn when it came to sexuality of any caliber. And it showed.<br><br>Upon reaching the private, upscale community, Ichiro slipped out of the vehicle and slung his bag over his shoulder. "Golf...? No. I'm not very good at sports. Never have been." That probably wasn't a surprise, he realized with a wrinkle of his nose. "I was only ever good at bowling, and only because nothing in the game moved." He shrugged, then looked to the building before which they stood.<br><br>"Wow. Your house is really nice," he complimented.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gunnygirl</strong> on <strong>11-05-2010, 21:40:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Nah thats alright, I will play enough baseball for both of us." Dillon opened the door and revealed a home with scattered furnishings. The largest thing was the TV in the living room, but other then that the place was rather empty. The home of two bachelors who didn't care much for decorating or furniture. He tossed his keys on the couch table. "Yeah dad was surprised to find out Tokyo had so many Golf courses, one on top of a sky rise in the upper part of the city someplace....that's his favorite. <br><br>"Thank the US government for that one, got this place for my dad and I." He dropped onto the couch and put his feet on the table, "Want something to drink? I think there a coke or two in the fridge..." He waved his hand gesturing towards the kitchen. "So what kind of games you like? I have Band pretender, Burnwheels, and of course everyone's favorite Italian!" He held up a game with a man in a fluffy hat and plumbers overalls, his thumb sticking up just as the character on the game.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>12-05-2010, 11:01:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The US Government? Ah, that was where Dillon's father worked, Ichiro realized, and he nodded accordingly. That would explain a lot. Depending on how far up in the government chain his father was, he could probably afford quite a bit for his son. A good school, a car, among other things. Dillon was lucky. Ichiro's family did alright, but they couldn't match any of this.<br><br>Shaking his head to deny the refreshments (it wasn't in his nature to impose), Ichiro sank down onto the couch a short distance from Dillon, putting his bag down at his feet while he tried to decide on a game they could play. Usually quite nervous and reserved, he actually smiled just a tad at Dillon's impression of the famous Italian plumber. "Well... I'm not too picky about video games, but I'm pretty good at combat games." He couldn't hold his own in a real fight, but video games were different. Ichiro didn't often play, as he didn't have that much time for games, but he was fairly good at them when he put his mind to them.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gunnygirl</strong> on <strong>12-05-2010, 15:11:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dillon was prompt on his choice for Ichiro and he to play, he logged online and soon the two were in a match against several others. Being able to talk about strategy as they sat next to each other made the game easy. Dillon was forward, acting like bait in most cases so Ichiro could make the kill. They made a good team and a few hours passed while they played. Finally Dillon gave a stretch and tossed his controller down. "Im starved. Lets get some food and Ill show you my room." <br><br>The words were easily flowing out of his mouth before he realized how he just invited, almost commanded Ichiro up to his room. He gave a small groan realizing how horrible it sounded. He got up quickly and made his way to the kitchen. "I think we have some left over take out from last night!" Of course the kitchen was as empty as the rest of the house and the fridge, besides being packed with soda pop was packed with cartons of take out. "One thing I cant seem to figure out here is how to make a meal out of the stuff you got at the grocers...I would kill for a steak and a big potato...this take out is good but Im getting tired of Japanese take out...no offense." He tossed a carton out and began to scoop the contents into two plates.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>13-05-2010, 13:34:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ichiro had rarely ever played video games with another person before, but he had quite enjoyed himself. Enough that he was able to loosen up a little around Dillon - but only a little. He still wasn't entirely comfortable with their arrangement and it would probably take a while. Food sounded good, though, so he didn't complain, abandoning the controller to join Dillon in the kitchen. He didn't mind going up to see Dillon's room, only... it was a daunting prospect. Being alone with him in his house was one thing. But in his room? Ichiro was nervous.<br><br>Simply to sate his curiosity, Ichiro peered into the fridge. Typical bachelor spread; takeout and soda. It was almost a shame that Dillon didn't eat a wider variety of meals. "None taken," he assured with a wave of his hand. He helped Dillon to dish out the leftovers, then paused, thoughtful. "You know... since we're gonna be spending some time together to make sure you study, I could maybe cook for you sometimes." He shrugged. "I don't really know what you're used to, but I'm not too bad of a cook. It'd give you something to eat besides takeout, anyway..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gunnygirl</strong> on <strong>14-05-2010, 05:45:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dillon nodded, taking his plate and two forks and two cans of pop. "Well. I cant promise my dad will ever show up to dinners but hell. I would love that. He gives me plenty of cash to throw around on food but...this" He lifts his plate, "Is the best I can do, might be nice to have someone cooking though. Hummm. Maybe we can pay you or something. You know keep the food stocked and cook stuff." She shrugged unsure if Ichiro wanted a job, although it seemed the Japanese kids always wanted to work. <br><br>He lead him upstairs as they talked then kick-pushed a door open, his room was huge with tall windows along one wall covered with thick curtains, "Whelp this is where the magic happens!" He laughed and flopped onto his beg bed. There was room for a small two seater couch in here and a TV, not as large as the other. This room was as clean and barren as the other parts of the house but for a picture in a silver frame of a young woman and a boy presumably Dillon.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>14-05-2010, 12:22:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ichiro wasn't all that sure about taking a job from Dillon, mostly because he barely knew him, but cooking for him while he was over to help him study didn't seem like such a bad idea. It seemed that the problem wasn't money or supplies, it was just Dillon's lack of knowledge, which was alright. Not everyone had to be a gourmet, after all. "No need to pay me," he assured, waving a hand, taking up his plate. "Just something I can do while you study, maybe."<br><br>Following Dillon's lead, Ichiro headed upstairs, blinking in awe at the size of his room. Japanese homes were usually much smaller, but he supposed Dillon's father's occupation had something to do with the more sizeable living arrangements. "Nice room," he murmured absently, moving toward the couch only to pause as he caught a glimpse of the picture frame nearby. It seemed the only source of real aesthetics in the room, since it lacked any otherwise homey touches. "Is that you?" he asked, pointing toward the picture.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gunnygirl</strong> on <strong>14-05-2010, 17:53:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dillon looked up and stood from his bed. "Y-yeah..." He said almost in a shaking voice...he lost his cool for that moment. How he missed her, in all honesty he was sure his father and he agreed to this position because of her. The memory of the states was to harsh, she was in everything. She was everywhere in everything. He took up the picture and gazed at it for a moment. "She...uhm.." He coughed trying to choke back tears and gain his composure. "She was sick..for a really long time..." it was all he could say before he put the picture down and forced away tears. Dillon had been in Japan a month now....three months since loosing her and he had not once cried. For some reason he felt close to doing so right now...<br><br>A part of him felt Guilty that he did not cry for her, but he just couldn't let the crying begin or it wouldn't stop. He and his mother were so close, her only child and with his father gone on duties around the world they were each others world. Dillon in a way tried to replace her with girls, but he had to stack them and group them to feel even a hint of the emotion he got with his mother. So now having multiple girls around him was almost habit. <br><br>Dillon turned to Ichiro. "Cancer." Is all he finished his conversation with.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>15-05-2010, 01:32:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Upon hearing that it was him and his mother in the picture frame, Ichiro gave a small nod, but at the tone of Dillon's voice, he gave pause. She had likely passed away, he decided, and quite recently, too. As Dillon continued, his suspicions were verified and suddenly, he felt bad for having asked about it. He couldn't have known, of course, but still. There was always that tiny twinge of guilt. When he heard that it was to cancer, no less, he felt even worse.<br><br>"Oh." Shifting in his seat a little, his plate in his lap, Ichiro looked to Dillon instead and offered a tiny apologetic smile. "I'm sorry," he murmured. "If I upset you. I didn't know." It was strange to see Dillon like that, clearly broken up over something. Everyone at school was used to seeing him so put together, so cool and collected, but it seemed that that was not the only side he had. Ichiro almost felt bad for having thought of him so shallowly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gunnygirl</strong> on <strong>15-05-2010, 02:55:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dillon turned away and waved his hand hiding his face, "D-don't worry about it." She put his fingers over his eyes and rubbed to hide a tear he felt forming. "Anyway...what about you? Family? Do I get to met my sidekicks family?" He turned back around and winked. He went to his desk and tapped a stereo remote so it turned on some rock in a low volume, he returned to his plate of food but lost interest in it after the conversation of his mother. <br><br>"So... tonight...we should do something. there's a club...or we can cruise for chicks...or hang out here. Anything you want." He had to get his mind off his mother, and off Ichiro. If they planned to go out it would be easy...here would just make things harder. Oh how he wanted to have him stay the night though so he gulped and then spoke as calm as ever, "We can hang here though, you can cook and we can order a movie on the Gamestation...or something."<br><br>Dillons mind raced at the possibilities. He wanted so badly to tell him how attracted he was to him but that ruin everything. If word got out at school, if he was denied...he would sink into a depression again. Just as he did when his mother died, but if he could ease out the information, maybe make it seem like a joke. Yeah, he could gauge his reaction better if he had more time with him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>15-05-2010, 12:06:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dillon told him not to worry about it, but Ichiro knew better. There was no hiding that look, no matter how much Dillon may have wanted to. He missed his mother. There was certainly&nbsp; no crime in that. It must have been upsetting, losing a parent to something like that and, for a moment, Ichiro wished that he could sympathize more openly, but he was worried about damaging his new friend's pride. The last thing he wanted was to make him feel patronized or something when he had that tough as nails image to protect.<br><br>"Ahh, my family..." Ichiro looked to his plate, spearing a few pieces of food onto his plate. "Sure, maybe. It's just me, my parents, and my older brother, but yeah... maybe sometime." Depending on how well their friendship worked out, Ichiro would have no trouble bringing him over to his house. His mother would likely insist upon it after she found out that he was actually speaking to someone at school for a change. Ichiro wasn't much for socializing...<br><br>And so he was a little unnerved when Dillon suggested going to a club. Or cruising... He wasn't good at any of that. Thus, the last option seemed the most appealing. And besides, "I'm supposed to make you focus on school, you remember?" Ichiro jabbed his fork in Dillon's direction for emphasis. "No clubbing. Or cruising. We can play more video games later, but you're studying for that test tonight. We already skipped half the school day, so we should at least get a little studying out of it."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gunnygirl</strong> on <strong>15-05-2010, 18:12:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yeah yeah, I got it." Dillon felt his heart leap. "So yah staying over? You can take the bed-" Dillon jumped as his phone went off. His ringer was even cool, some rock band doing a guitar solo or something to the like. Dillon looked at the screen and sighed, "Its Hitomi. Hold on a sec? " He poked a button and put the phone to his ear.<br><br>"Hey babe" "Yeah change of plans, Ichiro and I wanted to hang out a bit" "Ichiro" "Ichiro from the fountain." "Yeah, hes going to make sure that I pass my classes." "Yeah hes cool." "Nah he says I need to study for my test." "Miala?" <br><br>He pulled his phone away, "Hitomi wants to know if you think Miala from school is cute. she says she has to set you up with someone so you dont become a third wheel on dates." He rolls his eyes and shrugs. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>16-05-2010, 12:06:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Good," Ichiro replied, popping another forkful of food into his mouth. He wasn't sure how long he'd be staying at Dillon's place, but at least he had convinced him that studying and doing their homework was more important than clubbing or cruising for chicks because frankly, he would have failed miserably at that. Sometimes, he hated that he was so socially awkward, but there was nothing to be done about that. Not unless Dillon was really set on making him more social, in which case, he would have to participate a little more.<br><br>Ichiro almost groaned when Hitomi called. Things had been going so well and he worried that Dillon would get distracted. As it turned out, though, Dillon was still focused. Good. It was going to be tough, pulling the other boy away from all those skirts at school, but he had gotten off to a good start and considered himself quite lucky. That is, until Dillon asked about Miala, whereupon Ichiro swallowed back nervously. How to respond? He had already lied and said that he liked girls...<br><br>"I, uh..." Looking down at his plate, shuffling bits of food around, he gave an awkward shrug. "I guess she's cute," he mumbled. "She'd never agree to being set up with me, though. She's way out of my league." Hopefully that would dissuade Hitomi from setting him up on a most uncomfortable date.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gunnygirl</strong> on <strong>16-05-2010, 17:27:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dillon didn't want to share his new friend. He didnt want Miala to hook up with Ichiro, he knew that if Ichiro would go out with Miala he would get laid. Ichiro was to shy and socially awkward to deny the beautiful young vixen, and god was she a slut. Good he was nervous, maybe he should make up an excuse for him...<br><br>"Yeah maybe, hes very picky." "Yeah I know, oh...shes there...wants to know...what?" The blood drained from his face. "I'm not going to ask him that Hitomi, shes just trying to get a rise out of me and thats not cool. Ill talk you later....when shes not around." He hung up the phone and mumbled something then fell to sit close to Ichiro. <br><br>"That...could have gone better." He pulled at his collar. "I uh, had a short thing with Miala....shes not your type. Just forget it I said anything. Please." the last word sounded almost like a plea.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>17-05-2010, 11:38:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It sounded like Miala was trying to push Dillon's buttons. Surprise, surprise. Miala had a reputation for toying with men as a child toyed with a set of trains, so Ichiro wasn't all that shocked. Likewise, the knowledge of Dillon's prior involvement with the girl didn't surprise Ichiro, either, although he couldn't help feeling a little jaded by it. Ichiro couldn't get anyone that he liked to notice him, ever, but Dillon had everyone's attention. He could have had any girl he wanted. Ichiro was insanely jealous of that.<br><br>"Don't worry about it," Ichiro assured, shrugging his shoulders. Putting his plate aside, he sat back a little and looked toward Dillon who, suddenly, was quite a bit closer to him than before. "Miala has a reputation. No need to explain." Then he sighed. "Besides, I wouldn't be any good on a date." Especially with a girl. "I wouldn't know what to say, how to act... Girls want guys like you," he told him. "I couldn't get one to notice me if I tried."<br><br>Not that he wanted to. He would have rather attracted the attention of boys on the baseball team.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gunnygirl</strong> on <strong>17-05-2010, 17:00:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dillon was almost studying Ichiro as he spoke. "Yeah well, its not really the attention I want." He waved his hand, "Wait. That sounded bad. I dont want -anything- from them. I mean..." He took a deep breath and slowly let it out. "You ever feel trapped? Doing things just becuase they are expected of you?" he gave a forced laugh. "My dad...he.." Dillion hesitated and gave a cough. "He really pushes me to be the best. Have the best and more of the best then the next guy. You know?"<br><br>He ran his hand through his hair. "Never really considers what I might -really- want isn't what he might think..." He gulped and looked at Ichiro, capturing his gaze, god how he hoped he would read into what he was saying.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>23-05-2010, 13:12:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Did he ever feel trapped? That was an understatement. Ichiro loved school, loved studying, learning, reading. But all of his devotion to the world of academia had left him socially awkward and utterly alone. If only for those selfish reasons, Ichiro resented his own desire to learn. They trapped him in his little box and refused him passage back out to the real world. So yes, in a way, he did feel trapped. "Yeah," he murmured then, nodding, but even if asked, he likely wouldn't elaborate. He didn't know Dillon very well, it simply wouldn't do to blubber on his shoulder about his crappy life.<br><br>Although, he was quite curious as to what Dillon meant when he spoke of his desires being different from what his father desired for him. Maybe he wanted to venture down a different academic path? Different career path? Blissfully naive as he was, Ichiro didn't understand the implications of Dillon's statement - fortunately enough for the both of them. Ah, but he did understand one thing, for he too wanted something different than what his parents wanted for him. Something more than just a brilliant mind. He wanted a lover, damn it. Being alone sucked.<br><br>"Have you... ever considered telling him that?" Ichiro asked, glancing over with a raised brow. "I mean, I've kept my mouth shut around my parents forever and I kind of regret it now."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gunnygirl</strong> on <strong>24-05-2010, 05:01:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He gave Ichiro a side way glance and chuckled, "My dad has a very clear point of view, he is vocal about what is to be expected of men....and about those who don't prove their worth and..." He make a deep voice waving his hand out, "We men are to spread our seed and populate the earth." He joked and went back to talking, he felt so comfortable with him. "Could you imagine if he knew his son, his flesh and blood didn't really want to fuck every girl in sight? I...just want a love to hold in my arms." Once again his voice changed to a soft dreamy purr. "To just...sleep with him in my arms all night. Without a fucking care in the world." <br><br>Dillon didn't notice his own slip as he flicked his fingers as if to point into the distance, his cares discarded into that particular direction. He then realized what he had said, his face drained of color and he held his breath to see if to wait for Ichiros reaction. Maybe he didn't hear him, or he could chalk it to a clip of his tongue...yes....it was his horrible Japanese that made him say that.<br><br>Blast it all. It wasnt suppose to happen this fast, he wasn't supposed to know...yet...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>24-05-2010, 13:54:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When Dillon explained what sort of man his father was, Ichiro's nose wrinkled in what seemed inherent protest. He couldn't help it. Dillon's father may have been a perfectly nice fellow, but Ichiro didn't much like the idea of men having to fit a specific mold to be considered worthy. It went without saying that he probably wasn't a fan of gay or bisexual men... But that was nothing new in Japanese society.<br><br>Oh, but this was something new. Something that had almost slipped right past Ichiro's detection. Dillon had expressed the desire for a lover, but not just any lover - a <em>male</em> lover. That, paired with the tone of the taller boy's voice, made Ichiro's heart stop and then resume pounding all in the same breath. Oh, god. No. No, he had to have heard wrong. There was no way. There was just no way...<br><br>"... 'Him'?" Ichiro asked, cursing himself for speaking aloud but continuing regardless. He had already opened his mouth. What was a little more damage? "You mean you're... you're..." He almost couldn't say it. "... Like <em>that</em>?" If he had heard correctly and Dillon was like <em>that</em>, then things were about to get very complicated. Dillon was the hottest, coolest, most popular boy at Aotsuki, and Ichiro was a red-blooded, testosterone-driven male, certainly not immune to the foreigner's charms.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gunnygirl</strong> on <strong>24-05-2010, 16:50:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Fuck!</em> A reaction like that only meant one thing. <em>Shit! </em>He had managed to screw this up. He was a royal fuck up like his dad said he would be. He quickly got up. "I didn't invite you here to try to seduce you or anything. I was hoping we could be friends. If you fucking tell anyone about this...." Dillon tried to sound intimidating but it was more of a pathetic plea. If word had gotten back to his dad about this. <em>Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!</em><br><br>Dillon at this point didn't know what was worse, the fact that someone else knew now or that Ichiro had this reaction. Something in him thought just maybe Ichiro would be the same. Would 'Swing that way', since it was so obvious to Dillon how he already felt about Ichiro. His cock ached to even think about him in 'that way'. A panic suddenly swept over him as he realized he was getting hard in his pants. "I will take you back to school." Was all he could think of, get rid of him and everything can go back to normal. Ichiro would stay away from him and he would stay away from him....but he would think about him every second of the day. <em>Fuck my big ass mouth. I cant keep my head clear enough to catch a stupid slip!</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>25-05-2010, 13:24:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ichiro was a fairly bright boy, but it didn't take a genius for him to discover that his suspicions were correct. Dillon was interested in those of his own gender. All the philandering, he realized, was probably just a cover, which meant that not only was he gay, he was also deep in the closet. And what was worse, he even sounded... well, ashamed. Almost as though he was scared that Ichiro would repeat what he had just learned to their classmates.<br><br>What Dillon didn't know was that destroying his reputation as a ladykiller was not Ichiro's intention. Quite the contrary. Now that he knew Dillon swung that way, well... that changed quite a bit, didn't it? When the other boy suggested taking him back to school, Ichiro quickly shook his head and reached aside to touch his arm. "No," he said, just a little too quickly, and upon realizing the trivial gesture, he took his hand away, afraid of coming across as too familiar to a boy he barely knew.<br><br>"No, it's... it's okay." Ichiro tried to smile, hoping to put Dillon at ease. "I don't care if you like guys. And I won't tell anyone. I promise." He drew an X over his chest for emphasis. "We can still be friends."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gunnygirl</strong> on <strong>26-05-2010, 21:17:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dillon felt Ichiros touch and it made him quiver with need. He thought Ichiro was probably the cutest boy he had seen, such a feminine form but slim and perfect, the way any boy should really be. Dillon looked at him, he held his breath hoping more would happen but Ichiro almost to quickly retreated from touching Dillon. <br><br>The fact Ichiro acknowledged Dillons homosexuality....yet said nothing to his own made Dillon sink into a stoic state. A hansom jaw line, down cast gaze, and a hand grasping the sheet to the messy bed under him. <em>Fuck me. Hes not gay. F-u-c-k.</em> Dillon was at a lost, some part of him was relieved that Ichiro would keep the secret and in his heart he knew that. Another part of him was relieved Ichiro wasn't gay, the possibility of such a temptation at his mere finger tips made him nervous and loose his cool to many times. <br><br>MOST, of him, though was so disappointed he wanted to shrink into his bed and stay there for days. He didn't say anything, what more was there to say. He was sure he had said enough. Ichiro was a good guy, he would keep his secret. He would stay his friend. He would probably -not- spend the night though. Dillon gave a deep sigh, it was almost pained as the realization of the entire situation set in. He trusted Ichiro, he had just known him for so little of time. And <em>oh god is he cute, I want him so bad.</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>27-05-2010, 13:01:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It was during that silence, that terribly awkward silence, that Ichiro began to consider the possibility of asking Dillon to just take him back to school. It would have been easier. The way Dillon had struggled to avoid eye contact, the way he had gone so deathly quiet, it all made Ichiro feel horribly uncomfortable, almost as though he had done something wrong when really, he hadn't. He began contemplating what he could say, what he could do to make Dillon feel better, but he came up with nothing. After all, he didn't want to patronize the guy and there wasn't much-<br><br>Well. Maybe there was one thing.<br><br>Drawing in a deep breath, Ichiro folded his hands in his lap, wringing them awkwardly, shifting his eyes away in contemplation. Oh, he hadn't wanted to do this. Hadn't wanted to say this. Not to anyone, especially not someone he had just barely met and someone he had absolutely no chance in the world with. But then again, maybe Dillon was the best person to tell. He wouldn't repeat it, not if he wanted his secret kept, so maybe it was okay.<br><br>"... I don't care because... I am, too." That said, he exhaled, deflated, and blushed a violent shade of red. It had been so very difficult to say, especially to Dillon, and he clammed up immediately afterward. He hoped his new friend wouldn't get the wrong idea, that he wouldn't jump to the conclusion that he was interested in him. Even though he was. He simply didn't want to kick off their friendship on false pretenses because that's all they were. Friends.<br><br>A boy like Dillon would never consider him, anyway...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gunnygirl</strong> on <strong>27-05-2010, 18:13:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dillon felt his stomach just flip and thought his lunch would end up on the floor. Ichiros words couldn't be anything but true, he heard it for himself. Dillon looked at Ichiro. Was it a joke maybe? He watched him fidget nervously, he saw how red his cheeks were, so must be true. Dillon let his smooth charm take over. If there was a chance to have Ichiro, he was going to use every trick in the book to get him. Get him and keep him. He slid across the bed and took Ichiros hand in his, "I must be the luckiest man alive then. " He ran his lips softly over Ichiros back hand.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>27-05-2010, 23:14:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Now, Ichiro was brilliant for his age, exceptionally well educated and composed. The problem was that while he knew all the little details of how things worked and why, he didn't understand how they applied to real life. So while it made sense to him that the adrenaline was making his heart race the moment Dillon picked up his hand, he couldn't understand why he was so short of breath, or why he felt butterflies in his stomach when he felt the other boy's lips touch his skin. Did this mean that... Dillon liked him?<br><br>Ichiro dared to glance over for a moment. And he froze. Oh, god. The hottest, coolest, most popular boy in school was holding his hand and sitting right in his personal space. <em>Oh, god.</em> Awkwardly biting on the inside of his bottom lip, Ichiro looked away, far too modest to even consider flirting back. "D- Don't say things like that," he mumbled, not daring to remove his hand from Dillon's. "We're <em>friends</em>, remember?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gunnygirl</strong> on <strong>27-05-2010, 23:36:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dillon was about to attempt a kiss, his first kiss with Ichiro...when he realized Ichiros look. <br><br>Ichiro took his hand away and Dillons heart sank right into his feet. <em>Friends.</em> He tried desperately to rationalize the situation, surely Ichiro wasn't lying that he was gay. That doesn't seem like something he would do. He thought further in that moment as his hands still held up as if he were still holding his friends hand.<br><br><em>I'm not his type. that's alright. Right, I guess.</em><br><br>His hands slowly fell to his lap. "Didn't uh...mean to make you feel uncomfortable. I mean I totally understan-" he was cut off by a noise downstairs and dillon froze. "Its my dad...Just....lets drop this conversation before he hears us."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>28-05-2010, 11:14:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				In a way, Ichiro was almost let down that Dillon didn't pursue the matter any further. He didn't want to string him along, of course, but in the back of his mind, Ichiro desperately wanted the other boy to advance on him further, if only because he knew that he didn't have the guts to do so himself. Oh, but he wished that he had. Unfortunately, Ichiro was very awkward in such situations, wouldn't have known how to flirt if his life depended on it.<br><br>But it seemed a good thing that they missed their opportunity, for that was when Dillon's father returned, and from what Dillon had told him, the man wouldn't be pleased to see his son flirting with another boy from school. As such, he nodded, scooting a little farther away and eventually moving up onto his feet, just in case Dillon's father were to walk in the room and suspect something, seeing as they were both on the bed.<br><br>Pacing to the window, Ichiro looked back with a raised brow. "Is it okay that I'm over here?" he asked. Most parents that he knew didn't particularly care for having strangers in their home when they were away. Maybe Dillon's dad was different, but he wanted to be sure before he got his new friend in trouble.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gunnygirl</strong> on <strong>28-05-2010, 17:17:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dillon Nodded, "My dad like to Entertain. Makes the house feel less empty....since my mom isnt here." <br><br>Just as he spoke there was a knock on the door, Dillon grabbed a playboy magazine from his bed stand and opened it to a random page. "Pick whatever Cd you want, I like em all." He said a bit loudly then he said the last. the door opened and a very hansom man in a blue formal uniform peeked his head in. He gave a smile.<br><br>"School over already or are you two sneaking about early?" He laughed and entered looking at Ichiro. "Haven't met you before. Nice to see another face." He turned to his son and nodded, "Doesnt look like your typical company...hoping this means you have chosen a tutor."<br><br>"Yeah, and hes pretty cool too. Right slim?" He gestured at him but didnt bother to look away from the magazine as he spoke to his dad or to Ichiro. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>28-05-2010, 23:44:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				That made sense, he supposed. Well, even if he was a closed-minded fellow, at least Dillon's father was a good host. The knowledge of that did nothing to lessen the blush, however, when Dillon whipped out the magazine. Likely to cover his tracks. Smooth. If only to play along, he stood and went to shuffle through the CD's, only to pause when his friend's dad came through the door.<br><br>Flustered though he was, Ichiro gave a small bow of his head in greeting, grateful that the man wasn't angry with his son for skipping out of school. He nodded, then, to affirm that he had taken on the position of a tutor. "We... thought we'd get a headstart on tomorrow's test," he said, though he glowered at Dillon and his magazine. "But Dillon gets so distracted by pretty girls..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gunnygirl</strong> on <strong>29-05-2010, 00:26:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Thats my boy." He stated in neither a proud nor angry tone. "Get your face out of that woman's crotch and get to studying." The door was closed and Dillon tossed the magazine away and grunted as he got up.<br><br>&nbsp;"Well I guess we should just get to studying for that test, then dinner on me....not like a date just a thank you." his voice squeaked at the last word and he cleared his throat as if maybe dust flew into it. Dillon had never been so nervous as he was with Ichiro. He chalked this up to Ichiro being so damn cute, and so shy and awkward....so cute.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>29-05-2010, 10:39:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Practically deflating as Dillon's father left the room, Ichiro promptly headed over to his backpack. If they were going to study, he decided, they had better get started. Else his mind would wander and he would start thinking about... other things again. Namely Dillon. And those strong arms wrapping around him, holding him, touching him, and... Riddled with less than pure thoughts, Ichiro shook them off as best he could, frustrated at his hormones for working against him. God. If this kept up, he was going to be in trouble.<br><br>"That sounds good," Ichiro replied at last, pulling a few books from his bag and moving back over to the bed to lay them out. "By the time we're done studying, I think we'll deserve a night out. N- Not like a date, of course, just... yeah." <em>God.</em> Ichiro was terribly awkward and he was finally starting to feel the weight of it crashing down upon his shoulders. He didn't understand how boys like Dillon could carry themselves the way they did, with such confidence... he envied that.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gunnygirl</strong> on <strong>29-05-2010, 17:36:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ichiro seemed nervous and Dillon felt guilty. He was nervous because of Dillon, maybe he was so strong for Ichiros personality. He could change that! He could try to be a bit softer....but if his dad saw him acting less then manly he would surely be disappointed. The thoughts of having Ichiro suddenly change his mind about Dillon made poor Dillons heart ache. He was sure he would never get Ichiro to change his mind about him, besides he was a womanizing asshole. God how Dillon suddenly hated himself.<br><br>He grabbed a brand new book form his desk and fell onto the floor near the bed. "Alright...math or chemistry?" He ran his hand through his hair, like he could concentrate now? Well, maybe if Ichiro thought he was smart....they would have something in common! Dillon flipped the book open and landed on the lesson they had today and would be tested on tomorrow. "I guess the only thing that makes this difficult for me is the variables. Sometimes i find myself adding instead of subtracting, maybe some part of me is dyslexic and cant think 'go forward'." He laughed nervously, Dillon was bright...he could do this but he had for such a long time shrugged off getting the best grades he was more of thinking of getting the best of everything else....stuff his dad actually cared about.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>01-06-2010, 01:03:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				After flipping open his books to the pages they would be studying from, then making sure that Dillon did the same, Ichiro sat stiffly upon the edge of the bed and wondered, very absently, how many girls Dillon had brought back to his room. And how many boys. Ichiro had already gotten the impression that Dillon wasn't a virgin, but now that he was perched atop his bed, he couldn't help wondering how many other people had laid upon those sheets before him. Not that it mattered, of course. He wasn't jealous or anything.<br><br>Raising an eyebrow at his new friend, Ichiro blinked his big brown eyes and offered up a small smile. "Sounds like you know a little more about the subject than you let on," he said. "Here. Flip it open to the practice test in chapter five." Because he dubbed it a tricky page to find, Ichiro leaned over the bed, over Dillon, and turned the page in his friend's book to the aforementioned page. It was only after he found the practice test that he realized how very close he was to Dillon, almost hugging him, even, whereupon he promptly pulled away to find him a piece of scrap paper, which he quickly handed over.<br><br>"Just... try solving problems one through ten and I'll show you what you're doing wrong."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gunnygirl</strong> on <strong>01-06-2010, 16:57:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dillon indeed had a blank look on his face when the page he was told to find was.....'oh hell' Ichiro was so close. He blood boiled form the brief contract. He was looking down at the practice test, he even managed to grab the paper he was going to use but he was so consumed by Ichiro and the feeling he just had that he found himself just staring into the book. He wasnt sure if he was even looking at a problem, more like the center binding to the book.&nbsp; He practiced in his head ways to tell Ichiro how he felt when he thought Ichiro needed a honest answer to a problem he was sure they already discussed. Dillon was fiercely attracted to Ichiro, but Ichiro must not like Americans....or at least didn't like Dillon. <br><br>Maybe Dillon would use his sexuality? No, not to seduce Ichiro into regretting something later. Dillon would rather never have Ichiro then to have guilt settle over him. He glanced at Ichiro on his bed, the first guy on his bed. Dillon might be classified as bi-sexual, but really it was all about hormones and releasing sexual frustration on to poor unsuspecting girls. Although none of them seemed to really mind to much. Hitomi was going to be getting a call tonight....'No stop that Dillon. You like Ichiro so much, at least try to win him over.'<br><br>Dillon nodded to his inner monologue. "Alright practice test 5....you know I used to work well with a reward system. Maybe we should try that. If I get a C...uhm...a movie Friday night? If I get a B....we celebrate with a few drinks tonight, he winked. An A well that deserves a kiss, don't you think?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>02-06-2010, 13:31:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A reward system didn't sound so bad, Ichiro decided. Most people worked well with them. If they&nbsp; knew they had a reward waiting for them at the end of a work day or a test, they usually performed well and without as much reluctance. So, Ichiro had an open ear when Dillon began naming off what he deserved depending on his score. A movie sounded good. He would even go for a couple of drinks (never mind that he had never drank before). But... a kiss for an A? Instantly, Ichiro's face lit up with a cherry-red blush and he had to look away.<br><br>"... I- Uh... Well..."<br><br>Ichiro wished that he had heard Dillon wrong. Or at least misunderstood what he did hear. But he hadn't. And somehow, Ichiro just knew that he was going to work his ass off for that A, if it meant getting kissed afterward. He wanted Dillon to understand the material, if only because that would make both their lives easier, but... damn it, Ichiro had never kissed anyone before and he hadn't planned on starting just yet! What was a guy to do? He supposed if Dillon did well, he could always lie and say that he got a B instead of an A... Or maybe he wouldn't do well at all. Best not to panic yet.<br><br>"... Fine," he mumbled at last, but with his eyes still averted. "A kiss for an A. But just a small one. And that's <em>only</em> if you get <em>all</em> the problems right without my help."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gunnygirl</strong> on <strong>03-06-2010, 00:13:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dillon was almost hurt by Ichiros reluctance to a kiss. He turned away, almost disgusted with himself tillone should he looked down at the test. He read over it briefly and whispered. "Fuck..." This was hopeless, if there was a the slightest chance he actually got things right he deserved that kiss! He worked the best he could, taking nearly twice as long as any should. When he was done he put a happy face next to his name and spun it on the desk to face Ichiro. "Ta-da"<br><br>The work was good but slight miscalculations forced his score to a very low B. He looked incredibly nervous as he watched Ichiro grade it and he felt the butterflies in his stomach flutter to the bottom of his throat. Although he was as nervous as a freshmen on his first day, he had a cool and appealing smile on his face. "Well? Well?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>03-06-2010, 00:43:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ichiro waited nervously as Dillon started in on the practice test. But as he chewed on his lip, frantic that he would have to dish out the reward for an A, he found himself actually... <em>hoping</em> that Dillon would get all the problems right. He wasn't sure why. Maybe it was morbid curiosity at work. Maybe he just wanted to kiss someone to see what it felt like. Whatever the case, he was on pins and needles as he waited for Dillon to finish. So much so that when he realized the practice test results warranted only a B, he almost wanted to lie and give Dillon a higher grade.<br><br>"It's a B," Ichiro told him, absently marking the problems done incorrectly with small X's. A bit of courage struck him then and, deciding not to waste it, he put down the scrap paper and gave a sheepish smile. "But you worked really hard on it and the mistakes you made weren't really big ones. So you get an A for effort." That blush returned twofold, but it didn't stop Ichiro from leaning in, however tentatively, to lay a gentle peck to Dillon's cheek (an actual A would have warranted him a kiss on the lips).
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gunnygirl</strong> on <strong>03-06-2010, 02:06:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dillon noted Ichiro coming close to him, he melted. His body felt tingly like the first time he was ever kissed. Dillon gave a sly smile, "Oh hell...." He reached for Ichiro before he could make an escape and pulled him towards him. Wrapping his arm around his waist he was strong and found it easy to pull the smaller male onto his lap with one swift motion. He normally did this move when a girl was upset at him, brushing his fingers across Ichiros cheek he spoke in a seductive tone. Husky voice, and hot breath against his ear he spoke "Please...don't you have more for me, Ichiro?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>03-06-2010, 02:52:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ichiro had felt fairly good about giving Dillon a peck on the cheek. But when he felt the other boy pulling him closer, up into his lap, he froze, justifiably stunned. He was in shock, but oh god, Dillon looked so appealing. Despite feeling incredibly embarrassed, that look on Dillon's face made it impossible for Ichiro to scramble away from him, even if he had wanted to.<br><br>"I- I don't... D- Dillon..." Awkwardly placing his hands atop the other boy's shoulders, Ichiro bit on his bottom lip, suddenly feeling quite skittish. "This wasn't part of the deal, you know that..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gunnygirl</strong> on <strong>03-06-2010, 03:46:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I always look for better deals..." Dillons right hand held Ichiros wrist then glided along his arm, his fingers dancing up to brush against his lips. "You can't leave me with that tiny tease of a kiss, my sweet little Ichiro...please..." His words could be mistaken as begging, but it was more like a guttural expression of the truth. His other hand ran along his cheek and lifted his chin were he forced his lips against the others and dabbed his tongue to seek entry. He couldnt help himself, god how he needed him. He needed his kiss, his love, everything about him. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>03-06-2010, 04:29:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				If Ichiro hadn't known any better, and he wanted to think that he had known better, he would have thought that Dillon really wanted him. It certainly sounded that way. His shoulders trembled in the slightest, so terrified of what this meant. It had only been a kiss. But it seemed to mean a lot more to Dillon, and in being perfectly honest with himself, Ichiro was flattered by it. No one had ever wanted him before, not like this.<br><br>Still a bit unnerved by all this, Ichiro took a moment longer to respond as Dillon leaned up to kiss him, eventually parting his lips beneath the other boy's tongue. He didn't know how to kiss, at least not this way, and he was exceedingly nervous. What if he did something stupid? What if he wasn't any good? Dillon certainly had more experience than him, which made Ichiro want to match up, but he highly doubted that he would.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gunnygirl</strong> on <strong>03-06-2010, 18:27:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dillon held Ichiros chin between two fingers and meshed his lips onto his, finally in a full fledged french kiss with the smaller male. His tongue slid into ichiros mouth and danced a slow erotic dance in his mouth. Dillon was on fire with need, with such a want he had never felt in his life. Under Ichiros ass he could feel the stir of Dillons cock as it came to life. He moaned into the kiss, Ichiro felt so wonderful.<br><br>The fact Ichiro gave the presence of a nervous, inexperienced teen, with rigid body and shaking hands made Dillon want him even more. Dillon could help it, he broke the kiss finally licking Ichiros lips with his tongue before grinning at him and pulling his hand from his chin. He glanced at the bed then grinned back at Ichiro. "Go lock my bedroom door."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>03-06-2010, 23:02:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ichiro was terrified. Kissing Dillon was nice, yes, but testosterone was a brutal Master. He could already feel the other boy hardening beneath him, which flustered him beyond measure, for logic told him that he would be expected to tend to Dillon's mounting desire - a suspicion confirmed when he told him to lock the door. Oh, god. This could only mean one thing...<br><br>Still a bit shocked, Ichiro immediately moved to comply, albeit without thinking. Then, once he had turned the lock and consciously thought of his actions, he paused in his trek back toward the bed, uncertainty written all over his face. "But... But your... dad's home," he murmured frantically. "We can't, he'll hear..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gunnygirl</strong> on <strong>04-06-2010, 01:24:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ichiro, this isn't my first time with my dad in my house." he got up and walked to his dresser that was by the door and picked up a long stick, an scented slow burning stick. He lighted it with a match and soon a musky smell filled the room. He then reached over and turned on the radio really loud. "My dad...he will think we are smoking some pot and jacking around. He likes that, that's what boys do." He then swaggered to him.<br><br>He was so anxious, so needing Ichiro to be naked against his own body. He spoke rather loudly so the other boy could hear him as he approached. The tenting in his slacks was very obvious as he approached Ichiro and ran fingers down his cheek to his chin. "I want you...more then I have ever wanted anything in my life." He wrapped his arms around Ichiro and kissed him with intensity of a wild fire in the dry grass.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>04-06-2010, 06:52:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Well, at the very least, they were covered. Dillon's father would simply assume they were boys being boys. Still, knowing that didn't make Ichiro any less nervous. Dillon wanted sex and, if he was perfectly honest with himself, Ichiro wasn't sure if he was ready to give him that. Yet, when the other boy professed such a desire for him, kissed him with such passion, he found himself unable to say no. Likely because his voice just wasn't working anymore.<br><br>"Mn..." Blindly grasping for Dillon's shirt, Ichiro gripped on tightly, his face aflame with a blush as they kissed. He was practically relying on Dillon to keep standing; his legs were trembling. As he leaned forward, however unconsciously, he felt the obvious bulge in the other boy's pants and he mewled accordingly, so overwhelmed by what was happening. They had only just met! Ichiro could barely wrap his head around the prospect of going all the way with a boy he didn't even know...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gunnygirl</strong> on <strong>04-06-2010, 16:38:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dillon felt Ichiro against him as they kissed. He rubbed his body against his waist, shifting his hips and pressing his rock hard cock against Ichiro. He moaned into the kiss as he felt an ache of pleasure coarse through his body. He grasped Ichiros jacket and pushed it off his shoulders, his lips found a place to kiss on Ichiros neck. He began to kiss and lick the flesh he found just above Ichiros starched collar. <br><br>Dillon began at the buttons, each button worked by delicate fingers. "I have wanted you since the first time I saw you...I want you to be sure of one thing...this is more to me then just letting out my urges, you are more to me then that. Alright? Do you understand?" He finally got his shirt undone but he didnt take it off, he stepped back and worked at his own clothes, tie and shirt quickly discarded as he watched Ichiro, studied every part of him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>04-06-2010, 16:54:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Very steadily, as Dillon worked away his jacket and the buttons of his shirt, Ichiro found himself melting. He had finally stopped panicking, likely due to being kissed, and once he allowed himself to enjoy what was happening... it was actually rather nice. Enough so that when Dillon's lips and tongue touched his neck, he stirred in his pants, not nearly as hard as the other boy but well on his way toward a fuller arousal.<br><br>But as Dillon stressed to him that this was more than just sex, Ichiro didn't know how to react. If it wasn't just sex, then what was it? Genuine attraction? Ichiro didn't know anything about that. Nonetheless, he felt a bit more at ease knowing that he wasn't going to be just a way for Dillon to vent some lust. "Y- Yes," he replied at last, nodding tentatively, biting his full bottom lip as he watched Dillon remove his own shirt. He swallowed back as he saw the other boy's bare chest, already so drawn to him and more so now that he saw him half-naked. Before he was able to stop himself, Ichiro reached out, curiously touching his fingertips to Dillon's bare front, but immediately recoiling as though the act itself was terribly improper. Which, in a way, it was.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gunnygirl</strong> on <strong>04-06-2010, 23:55:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dillon reached out and caught the hand as it recoiled. Pulling Ichiro into a delicate embrace then forcing him to tumble back onto the bed with him on top. He worked his hands down his friends chest, dancing fingers along the middle and over his stomach to snag the waist line of his pants and tug them down gently. His body moved down his legs and sat on the floor between his feet. "Ichiro...I cant wait to taste you..." He said in a husky voice. <br><br>He pulled his pants off his legs and kissed his thigh and knees sweetly. He worked each shoe and each sock as he paid his bare legs homage. Tender licks and softer kisses lead his lips back up his now naked legs. He then found his boxers and lay sweet pecks on the outside of his underwear teasing him sweetly, but his eyes held a devilish gaze. He was horny as hell and he was trying as best as he could not to rip into his body right off the bat, no he needed Ichiro to enjoy this...so he could get more later on.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>05-06-2010, 00:12:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Before Ichiro knew what was happening, he found himself sprawled out upon the bed, with his pants off and Dillon sinking down onto the floor between his legs. He had nothing left to cover him aside from his boxers, and when that realization struck him, his hand flew to his mouth to stifle a whimper. Oh, this was too much. He was only a short wait away from losing his virginity to a boy he didn't even know and while he knew he should have put up more of a fight... he liked the idea too much to say no.<br><br>"Just..." Barely able to find his voice, Ichiro cleared his throat, tentatively peering down to where Dillon sat. In a way, he was mortified to see just how close the other boy was to his lower half, but in another, he was exceedingly curious as to how it would feel to have someone touching him there. "Just go slow... Okay?" he asked, tentative, hoping that Dillon wouldn't find his inexperience aggravating. Dillon obviously had more practice and he was probably used to partners who knew what they were doing and how to handle what he could offer.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gunnygirl</strong> on <strong>05-06-2010, 04:51:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dillon felt how tense Ichiro was and he smiled. It was adorable how vulnerable and innocent his new crush was. This wasnt the first time he had taken anyone virginity so he merely gave a chuckle and rose up over Ichiro. Using one hand to hold himself up over him as another hand cupped him over his boxers and pet him with a heavy hand. Cupping him and trying to get an arousal, pushing for more then a semi thick cock. "Dont you worry...I know how to treat you right..." He kissed him deeply and slipped his tongue between his lips. <br><br>As their lips were locked He removed his hand only to slip it into his boxers and feel for the first his new lovers member. He loved how it felt, the cool soft flesh of another mans cock. It was better then he imagined, his hand danced along the tip and down the side with long finger strokes. "Oh Ichiro...I cant wait to suck every drop from you." His hand then tugged urging Ichiro to finish what he himself had started. "Off." He said in a ruggish voice.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>05-06-2010, 08:46:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				With Dillon's hand caressing him like that, with the assurance that he would handle him with as much care as he required, Ichiro practically melted into his embrace, his lips parting in a moan as the other boy's tongue slid past, then again when Dillon's hand slid beneath his boxers to stroke him more fully. He whined when Dillon pulled back, blushing furiously, his hands fastened to the waistband of his boxers, far too shy to comply without hesitation. "But..."<br><br>Turning his head away, eyelids flickering shut, Ichiro pulled up his legs and awkwardly began removing his boxers. His cock, a slim and fairly average-sized member, was already hard, which ensured that he felt a bit of relief when the confines of his underwear had been removed, but he was still very shy. What if Dillon thought he was too small? What if he just looked plain ridiculous with all his clothes off? Ichiro was a perfectly normal, horny seventeen-year-old, so it went without saying that he had tended to his own needs before, but this was different. With Dillon's eyes on him, he felt as though he was about to drop dead of shame. "D- Don't look," he whimpered, twisting his shapely legs at such an angle that he obscured most of himself from Dillon's gaze.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gunnygirl</strong> on <strong>07-06-2010, 19:33:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dillon let his eyes feast on Ichiro even as his boxers were removed. He licked his lips as he saw Ichiro hard and saluting him. "oh hell." He mouthed as he felt himself twitch. "Sorry Ichiro, can't help but looking...your perfect." He crawled on the bed next to him and ran his hand up and down his body whispering hawtly into the others ear. "You have nothing on Hitomi, or any other guy or girl in school." <br><br>His hand grasped Ichiro, he was going to drag this out as long as possible. He stroked his fingers along his shaft and pumped his hand. He played his fingers over the tip and around the bulb head with skill. He knew what he liked so he did the same for Ichiro. He took cues to his body's response and any noises he gave to tell him what he enjoyed and liked. "I can't waaaait to taste you. God I want to lick you till you cum." He said in a gruff voice. <br><br>His body shifted and took both of Ichiros wrists into his hands and held them down at his sides. He kissed and bite at Ichiros chest leaving a small red marks. His saliva cooled quickly in the air and left a cold trail of his affection across his collar and down his chest to Ichiros nipples which were flicked and sucked by Dillon. His attention was never brutal although his grasp on his lover was. He never over stimulated one before moving to the other. Ichiros body was his playground and he was enthralled by the game.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>08-06-2010, 00:35:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ichiro could barely believe what he was hearing. He couldn't get anybody to even notice him (aside from his daily beatings from Hiroyuki, of course), and there was the most popular boy in school fawning over him as though he was actually a prize. Unconsciously bucking into the other boy's hand, Ichiro groaned with pleasure, twisting his long fingers into the sheets and gripping tightly. But when Dillon spoke again, and in a graphic manner that he wasn't accustomed to, Ichiro blushed cherry red and pinched his eyes closed. "Don't say things like that," he pleaded, "it's dirty..."<br><br>Whining in subtle protest as Dillon pinned down his arms, Ichiro gasped, arching up into the other boy's hot mouth. "Dillon," he groaned, writhing gently beneath him. His hips, betraying his conscious thought, moved up then in slow, languid grinds, rubbing up against Dillon's clothed groin in an attempt to alleviate his almost painful arousal. He couldn't remember ever being so hard before. More than that, he desperately wanted the other boy to touch him again. "Please..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gunnygirl</strong> on <strong>08-06-2010, 00:59:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dillon licked down Ichiros chest to his stomach and dipped his tongue into his belly button. "Dirty? No its not dirty...not yet. When I stick my cock into your ass...then we start getting dirty." He grinned wickedly. Loving how innocent his little plat thing was. He loved not only that but the way Ichiro was so turned on. He could feel the change in Ichiros body, so needful so lustful. <br><br>He held his hands tightly and moved down lower, kissing along his underwear line then looked up his body. His hot breath was falling heavily on his naked hard flesh. "Please? Please what?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>08-06-2010, 01:11:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Paired with the way he spoke to him, yet again, the pecks laid closer and closer to his manhood were almost unbearable. It was all Ichiro could do not to actually fidget, mostly for fear of having Dillon think that he was uncomfortable. Which he wasn't. Not yet. But... what of later when Dillon got closer to taking his virginity? Justifiably, Ichiro was scared. What if it hurt? But he couldn't say no now... and he didn't want to.<br><br>Biting his lip, his chocolate brown eyes flickering down to look at the other boy, Ichiro fumbled with his words for a few moments. He wasn't sure that he was comfortable speaking as Dillon had... but how else to tell him what he wanted? "I... I want you to- to touch me again," he murmured awkwardly, wriggling his hips a little for emphasis. "Down there..."<br><br>Or better yet, came Ichiro's traitorous, lusting mind, he wanted Dillon's mouth down there. Not his hands.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gunnygirl</strong> on <strong>08-06-2010, 01:42:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As if Dillon could read his mind he stuck his tongue against Ichiros aching member and licked it all the way from the base to the tip. A skilled sloppy tongue moved just as it needed to. Finally his head shifted and his bulb wetly slid into his mouth where his tongue swirled about the tip. His hands tightened on his wrists in fear he would jerk away and take his new favorite toy with him. He moaned at Ichiros taste, it was better then he imagined. He slowly pushed his tight lips down Ichiros shaft and with a slight gag he had the younger boy planted deep in his mouth, he moaned and sent vibrations down his length.<br><br>He held Ichiros wrists so he wouldn't be tempted to touch himself, although he knew he would need to get off soon so he could last longer then a few moments in Ichiro. He moved along Ichiros thigh rubbing his hard cock on his leg to relieve his own lustful needs. His mouth continued to assualt the other males. Skilled tight lips as his mouth bobbed up and down his shaft.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>09-06-2010, 12:12:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The sensation of a hot tongue sliding up the length of his member was almost too much for young, inexperienced Ichiro to bear. He sucked in a breath, tightened his grip on the sheets, threw his head back, and moaned from the wet heat that soon engulfed him. The sheer tightness of Dillon's lips sucking on him was incredible; he wasn't sure that he would last very long if Dillon kept that up. Whining as he felt Dillon's clothed shaft rubbing against his leg, Ichiro bucked upward, shivering, captive to the unyielding desire for more.<br><br>Briefly, Ichiro thanked his lucky stars for the volume of that music in the background. Were it not for the heavy rock pouring out of the speakers, Dillon's father would surely have heard him moaning, whimpering, panting beneath Dillon's touch. "Oh... Oh, god," Ichiro gasped, his legs clamping down around Dillon's shoulders. "Dillon, I... I can't take anymore!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gunnygirl</strong> on <strong>09-06-2010, 15:30:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dillon was so turned on by Ichiros reactions, he was so delicious in so many ways. He bobbed his head happily in Ichiros lap gagging himself on purpose to take Ichiros shaft deep and clamp his throat around his tip. Finally he pulled from him and grinned up at Ichiro. "That's the point. I want to drink you." He let go of Ichiros wrists and grabbed his legs just under the knee and pulled him to the end of the bed. Grabbing him violently he lifted him up exposing his rear entrance and ducking under her dangling feet as they hung in the air.....<br><br>Dillon then gave Ichiros puckered hole a nice long lick. "Mmmm" was all Dillon could say when he pulled away to look at the beautiful hole he had found. He then dove in to feast. Licking around the hole and then kissing a cheek, then the other. Long slow licks traveled along his crack from his back to the base of his sack, Dillon worshiped Ichiros body in this manor till Ichiro was dripping wet.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>09-06-2010, 23:59:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Panting, flushed a deep crimson, it was all Ichiro could do not to drop dead of embarrassment when Dillon yanked him up and exposed his ass. Oh, god. "N- No, don't...!" About to protest further, Ichiro stopped dead in his tracks when he felt a wet heat trailing across his virgin hole. Oh, this was too much. This was so far beyond his comfort zone... But it felt so good.<br><br>Ichiro's hands flew up to his face, covering it and subsequently masking the look of pleasure that had contorted his delicate features. He cried out softly into his palms, so overwhelmed by the attention Dillon was lavishing upon him that he didn't know what to do with himself. He couldn't fathom what Dillon saw in him, but whatever it was, he was grateful for it. "Dillon... Mn, oh, Dillon..." His body wanted more, but Ichiro couldn't explain the desire. All he knew was that if he didn't achieve the end result that his body so desperately craved, he was going to go insane.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gunnygirl</strong> on <strong>10-06-2010, 00:15:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dillon loved the reaction he was getting to Ichiro, such innocence only fueled his desire. He took his sack into his mouth and rolled his tongue over his fleshy orbs. He then let them pull from his tight lips as he tugged them away and his skin tugged them out with resistance. He sat at the edge of the bed and grasped Ichiros legs with one hand kissing his feet and then resting them on his shoulder. He rubbed Ichiros now soaking bottom with a single digit and prodded the small puckered hole with his finger, pressing and finally entering the ring with the tip of his finger.<br><br>"You feel so tight....ever played back here with your finger?" He asked in a huff kissing and rubbing his cheek against the legs that rested on his shoulder. He was so heated, so wanting all he could do to forget about the boy he was about to fuck was to concentrate on how much he felt for him. This was going to be special for Ichiro even if he had to sacrifice instant gratification, something he was used to.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>10-06-2010, 00:26:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sucking in a breath as he felt Dillon's finger gently pushing at his hole, Ichiro instinctively wound tight, bracing himself for what was to come. Thankfully, the width of the other boy's digit wasn't enough to hurt going in, which was enough to bring Ichiro a world of relief, but the intrusion felt no less... odd. Very strange. But certainly not bad. No, the intrusion was not bad at all... In fact, Ichiro was slowly coming to like it.<br><br>Swallowing back, Ichiro was quick to shake his head when Dillon asked if he had ever experimented there before. "No," he told him honestly, so embarrassed by the thought that he had to turn and hide his face in the sheets. "I didn't... I didn't think I'd like it," he admitted. Clearly, though, his concerns had been for nothing. For as he grew accustomed to the feeling of a finger inside of him, he became impossibly harder.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gunnygirl</strong> on <strong>10-06-2010, 00:58:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dillon slid his finger out and grasped onto Ichiros cock working ringed fingers up and down his shaft, "You have a wonderful cock, so hard...work it for me while I take off my clothes..." He took his hand gently and placed it on his own cock. Dillon stood up and began to finish undressing. He was quick to strip down to his boxers and he licked his lips giving a pause to take in the moment. His boxers were tenting in the front, the small opening showed a hint of the erect member. <br><br>"You are..." He didnt say anything more but tugged his boxers down, his cock was thick slightly thinner then a beer bottle. He took a hold of it and began to work it making sure it was at its fullest. His stomach was lean and showed he took time to do sit ups, he was lightly haired with soft brown curls that covered the base of his now fully erect cock, although his width was average his length was a bit longer and it curved up when left to bob as he moved towards Ichiro. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>10-06-2010, 01:10:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Clearly nervous about touching himself in front of Dillon, it took Ichiro a few moments to work up the nerve to wrap his fingers around himself and administer a few lazy strokes. It felt good, but not nearly as good as it had felt when Dillon was touching him. Strange how that worked. Biting down on his lip, Ichiro tentatively pumped the length of his member, looking up and watching as Dillon undressed, calm for the most part... that is, until he saw the other boy's cock.<br><br>Breath catching in his throat, Ichiro abruptly stopped stroking himself, moving up on an arm and blinking as he looked to Dillon's impressive member. He had to admit... Dillon had a beautiful cock. Morbidly curious as to how it would feel to touch, Ichiro leaned forward a little, but paused when a thought struck him. That... was going to go inside of him. Inside of the tight, virginal hole that <em>barely</em> fit the width of a finger. "That'll never fit," Ichiro insisted. "Won't it hurt...?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gunnygirl</strong> on <strong>10-06-2010, 01:32:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dillon gave a small laugh at Ichiro, "Well yeah at first, but I promise it will feel amazing..." He lay over ichiro and kissed him deeply. His tongue searched for entrance so it could dance with Ichiros. Laying over him he was able to feel the two of their cock touching and it made him pump his hips. Pressing forward he pinned his cock to Ichiros stomach, and Ichiros to his. They were close together rubbing against each other like two pickles in a sandwich. He was grunting with each movement, his eyes on Ichiro started to flutter close.<br><br>"F-fuck...you are feel so good. I could cum on you just like this..." He said in almost a threatening manor. He could skip having sex with Ichiro, but it would be an empty cum, something missing to the passion of truly being joined. He licked and kissed at his lovers ear as he whispered. "I really want to be inside you, fill you with my cock and I promise it wont hurt for very long..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>10-06-2010, 11:44:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				With traces of saliva still coating his cock, it made for a very interesting sensation when Dillon laid over him, pressing down, rubbing against his naked hips. Ichiro's hands flew up, latching onto Dillon's shoulders and gripping tightly, his full lips parted in soft, ecstatic groans as the other boy rocked against him. It felt so good. Ichiro would have been happy with just that, but it seemed that Dillon wanted to give him more, and it made him quite nervous.<br><br>"I..." Biting the inside of his lip anxiously, Ichiro blinked his big brown eyes up at Dillon, uncertainty written all across his face. He hadn't known Dillon very long, only a few short hours, yet... he felt like he could trust him. But was that enough? Dillon would probably never speak to him again after this, despite what he said, and Ichiro wasn't sure if he could live with that. But still... god, now that he was in the middle of such a passionate affair, he wasn't sure that he wanted to say no just because he had a few concerns. It was just sex, right? What could it hurt?<br><br>"... Okay," Ichiro said at last, nodding, leaning up and awkwardly pecking his lips to Dillon's cheek. "Okay, you can... put it in me..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gunnygirl</strong> on <strong>10-06-2010, 17:26:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ichiros was so adorable, "It?" Dillon rose his eyebrow and peered down at the smaller male playfully. "You want my cock....right? You want my cock inside of you, right?" He nudged his nose against Ichiros and prodded him for the words. With or without them he was going to oblige Ichiro and pull his body away. He sat back on his knees and stroked his own cock it was still hot from being pinned between them, and it ached from the foreplay they have been experiencing. "Even two girls at once hasn't gotten me this hard..." He admitted with a grunt.<br><br>his hands grabbed a pillow and scooted it to Ichiros ass, "Lift up..." he said as he gently slid the pillow under him lifting his ass from the bed. He nods down at Ichiro and reaches to his other pillow and finds a small white tube. He squeezes a large amount of clear gel liquid into his finger tips and puts it on Ichiros crack. He cupped Ichiros ass and finally pulled them together, his thumb running over the puckered hole rubbing in the lubrication. Dillon worked quickly to replace his thumb with the tip of his cock and press to enter. His bulb entering the tight first ring and making him groan, "So tight!"<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>11-06-2010, 02:41:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dillon was determined to make him say it, wasn't he? Ichiro whined accordingly and wriggled beneath him, sucking in a breath and turning his face away, clearly quite embarrassed. "... Yes. I want your... I want your cock," he mumbled, flustered and so utterly ashamed of what he had just said. Not enough to stop, of course, but enough that when Dillon urged his hips up, he didn't argue. Even as Dillon applied the lube, Ichiro complied, hoping that the payoff would be well worth the wait.<br><br>But as he felt the tip of Dillon's erection working into him, he wasn't so sure that it would be worth it. It <em>hurt</em>. Even with the amount of lube that the other boy used to slick him up, it was all Ichiro could do not to shove him back and make him stop. Tensing, Ichiro reached up, gripping onto Dillon's shoulders so tightly that he was sure he would be wearing scratch marks for a few days. "Wait-!" he begged, biting down hard on his lip and panting with discomfort. "Please... Wait a minute..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gunnygirl</strong> on <strong>11-06-2010, 05:03:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dillon felt the change in Ichiro before he had even said a word, it was to late for Dillon and he dug his fingers into Ichiros ass cheeks. "Fuck, Ichiro...I cant..." He said as if holding his breath was painful for him. He bucked forward again taking a bit more then pulling out half of what he pressed into. He kissed Ichiro on the lips and pressed his hand down onto his shoulder to make sure he didnt move as he pushed in one swift movement taking all of Ichiro as his own. he ripped right pass the inner ring and planted his cock into Ichiros deep nethers where now he would stop for a few moments.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>15-06-2010, 02:23:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When Dillon replied the way he did, Ichiro gave in to a moment of panic. What if the other boy really couldn't wait? What if he ended up just grabbing him and pounding into him, never mind his discomfort? Being kissed by Dillon did nothing for Ichiro, all he could focus on was the pain, particularly when the other boy held him down and bucked forward until the entirety of his shaft disappeared inside him. At this, Ichiro's lips parted in a cry, but his palm flew up to cover his mouth before much of the sound could escape him. He felt tears at the corners of his eyes, simply from the onslaught of discomfort, and he was so relieved when Dillon made no move to continue just yet.<br><br>As the moments passed, Ichiro began to settle. The pain was still there but slowly subsiding, the sharp stab replaced with a dull throb that, after a while, felt strange instead of bad. His muscles relaxed at last and wrapped snugly around Dillon's member, convulsing gently when he began breathing at a normal pace again. Finally, he dropped his hand away from his mouth and sighed, dead weight against the sheets. The worst was over. "Okay," he panted, nodding, his glassy eyes blinking up at Dillon through the lusting haze. "I'm okay now..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gunnygirl</strong> on <strong>15-06-2010, 04:17:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dillon peered down at Ichiro, his heart was aching for his lovers pain. He felt so guilty and his guilt made his needful lust disappear. He waited till Ichiro was looking at him agian, and he gave him the go ahead. Even then Dillon stretched down to kiss Ichiro lovingly to assure him, he was so sorry but didnt say it. Instead he began to slowly rock when the kiss had been broken. He pulled out slowly till he had nearly fallen from him then returned quickly. "Ichiro...your body is amazing..."<br><br>He pulled Ichiros legs to hang over his shoulders as he sat on his knees, he began to pump pushing his hips and thrusting up when he hilted his lover. He was gazing at Ichiro, hardly taking the moment to blink in fear Ichiro would disappear. His hands rubbed up and down the others leg to comfort him, taking time to rub lower here and there to cup and hold the cheeks that held him deep into Ichiros body.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>15-06-2010, 08:18:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ichiro was nothing short of grateful for Dillon's willingness to wait. Even then he was terrified, worried that when the other boy started moving again, the pain would return. Then he would have to ask Dillon to stop. Something told him that if he really needed him to, Dillon would halt his movements and pull out.<br><br>But as his classmate balanced his legs on his shoulders and began to move, Ichiro decided that he didn't want him to stop. It felt odd, but... it was also starting to feel good. Very good, in fact. Ichiro knew the mechanics of sex (even gay sex), so he knew what nerves Dillon was touching to make it feel so fantastic, but he had never expected it to feel quite like this. It got to the point where Ichiro was moaning again, this time with utter pleasure, slowly coming undone and revealing a bit more of his less reserved nature - a feat that no one had achieved until Dillon came along.<br><br>"Dillon," Ichiro groaned, twisting his fingers into the sheets and panting as the other boy thrust into him. "It... it feels good..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gunnygirl</strong> on <strong>16-06-2010, 00:33:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dillon felt a chang in Ichiros body, then the sweet admittance in pleasure. "Then Im doing something right." He laughed softly and jerked his head back to make his bangs fall out of his eyes. An uninhibited view of his new lover made his heart swell, but his hands suddnly stopped their graceful dance up and down his legs. He realized Ichiros cock was alone bouncing form the force of his own thrusts into Ichiros body. He was having none of that, no this love making was a two way street...he wasnt going to be the only boy coming on this bed. <br><br>Dillons hand ran down and reached out for Ichiroa hand, once he had it he lead it to Ichiros own cock. He wanted both hands, Ichiros&nbsp; hand with his on Ichiros cock. He began a smooth long motion pumping the others cock in match with his own plunging into the depths of Ichiros virgin body. "Im getting really close, but we need to finish together..." He managed to say between grunts.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>18-06-2010, 11:18:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The moment he felt both his and Dillon's hands atop his aching member, Ichiro quite nearly lost it. He couldn't help it. It was his inexperience at work again and goddamn it, this felt really good. So good, in fact, that for a time, Ichiro forgot about being well-composed and went with what his body demanded of him. He wrapped his fingers tightly around his cock, pumping it fast, trying to match the speed of Dillon's thrusts. Crying out, he again found himself very grateful for the volume of the radio behind them.<br><br>"Y- Yeah," Ichiro panted, writhing against the bed in a flustered mess as Dillon bucked into him. By now, he had bitten his bottom lip so hard that it grew pink beneath his touch, giving him a gentle pout that made his expression all the more erotic. "Ngh... Dillon...!" Ichiro moaned, blindly grappling for the other boy's shoulder with a free hand. "Little more... Please, more..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gunnygirl</strong> on <strong>18-06-2010, 19:30:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dillon saw the passion and lust in Ichiros body, how erotically he called his name, and how he worked his own cock feverishly. "Oh Ichiro..." Dillon began to move quicker, thrusting heavily into his partners body. Ichiros cries of pleasure mixed with his own were nearly louder then the stereo. He tightened his squeeze of Ichiros hand as it worked Ichiros cock. <br><br>"I'm...I..can't...hold it...tell me when!" He managed to groan into his labored breaths. His body was tense, each muscle became rock hard as he used his entire body to work his lover. His calves brining his legs up into Ichiros rear. His ass flexing and tightening to press the thrusts deeper. His arms holding Ichiros body to him, and his stomach tightly restraining his cock from releasing his cum. A light sweat sprinkled the beautiful features in a soft glow, and his hair slightly wet along the forehead.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>19-06-2010, 10:56:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As he watched Dillon, really watched him, Ichiro noticed for the first time how beautiful he was. The sweat on his brow, the concentrated expression upon his face, the way his body was sculpted... God, he was gorgeous. And the best part was that Dillon really wanted him. That beautiful boy hovering over him, pounding into him like mad, genuinely desired him. It was that tiny bit of information that threw Ichiro over the edge and fueled his orgasm.<br><br>Stroking his cock that much quicker, his muscles gripping Dillon's, Ichiro bucked up against his hips and threw his head back, sending his choppy raven mane over the sheets. "N- Now, Dillon," he gasped, his legs wrapping around the other boy's waist to anchor him. "I'm gonna...!" Too flustered to complete the phrase, Ichiro's entire body tensed and the overwhelming pleasure finally spilled over, yanking a breathless cry from his lips as he came. Milky white ropes left the tip of his member and coated their stomachs, and as the flow lessened, coated their hands as well. "Ohh..." Ichiro had brought himself off before, but it had never felt quite like that. Never left him quite so flushed, so out of breath, so achy in all the right places and so utterly spent that he was loathe to even move.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gunnygirl</strong> on <strong>19-06-2010, 15:17:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dillon felt Ichiros body change before he even said it was time. His hips pressed his member deeper and pulled it out nearly to fall out of Ichiros body, almost instantly returning it for the finally blow that made him erupt just as Ichiro said he was. Watching Ichiros seed fly over his body and hit Dillons stomach was amazing. Everything Dillon could have dreamed as the perfect moment and more. His body trembled at the forced of the last few thrusts and the way Ichiro clamped onto his cock. Dillon ran his fingers over Ichiros stomach and picked up a few beautiful droplets of cum and took it to his lips for a tasting. "Mmmmmwonderful." <br><br>He was spent, but he couldn't bring himself to pull out of Ichiro yet. He didn't want it to be painful and ruin that wonderful flow Ichiro had after sex. His hair was a mess, it was all over the top of his head and laying on his cheeks. His body still twitched from explosion and he felt the after math trickle down his arms and legs in a blissful tingle. His cock began to wither and shrink in Ichiros body and he felt begin to fall limply out, so another tug let him pop from Ichiros body so he could fall to the bed next to him. He turned to his side to run fingers over Ichiros chest lovingly admire him and his state. "Thank you....you were amazing."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>20-06-2010, 03:09:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Feeling Dillon release inside of him was... strange, to say the least. Certainly not bad, but strange nonetheless. Ichiro found himself shivering as the sensation settled in, and then again when he saw Dillon licking away traces of his cum. Oh, god, that was hot. Almost wrong, but so erotic that Ichiro couldn't have possibly cared less about what was considered taboo or improper. Then, when at last Dillon pulled out and laid beside him, he parted his lips in a soft, sated moan and fell still against the sheets, panting still, flushed from his orgasm.<br><br>Breathing a soft sigh, Ichiro unconsciously leaned into the gentle sweep of Dillon's fingers over his cheek. "Mn... No, you were," he mumbled, grinning lazily. In a few minutes, the aftermath would wear off and his fluster would return, but in the meantime, he was rather content. "I didn't know it could feel like that... I almost want to do it again." He giggled sheepishly, for he knew that despite any urge he might have felt to go again, his anatomy would not allow for it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gunnygirl</strong> on <strong>20-06-2010, 18:08:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dillon watched Ichiro, "God you are so adorable..." He gave a small laugh and brushed his lips against Ichiros cheek. With a groan he got off the bed naked and went to the dresser near the door and to light up another in-scent to renew their cover. His feet then padded into his bathroom and returned with a large plastic cup full of water that he sipped. He returned to the bed and handed it to Ichiro. "I want to spend all day with you in bed, but we promised the girls...." he peered at Ichiro and this time he forgot what he was saying. <br><br>Dillon had never felt such a satisfaction in having sex before, it wasn't the first man he had sex with but it was the first he knew he would see again and again. His one nighters with strangers were exciting and dangerous, he took precautions as best he could but he never allowed himself more then brief interactions. His eyes fluttered his long lashes and he looked away in thought, what will he do with him now? He took another look at Ichiro, "I...have a confession to make...Ichiro, I like you alot...I know we just met but I cant stand the thought of never doing -this- again or even spending the day with you again, but...I have to...we cant tell anyone about this...I dont know if you even feel the same." He ran his hand through his hair. "Fuck, I don't know what I am saying."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>21-06-2010, 02:11:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ichiro was rather pleased to discover that Dillon didn't withhold affection. Even just a kiss on the cheek was quite nice, and he found himself smiling accordingly. When Dillon stepped away to the bathroom, Ichiro inched his way under a blanket; now that their sex was over, he felt the need to cover himself. He reached out, sipped the water offered to him, and sighed a little when Dillon mentioned going out and spending time with the aforementioned girls. "Yeah... That's alright, though. I suppose we can't be too self-indulgent, hm?"<br><br>Setting aside the cup, Ichiro blinked over at Dillon and quieted down to listen as he explained to him that he wanted to see him again, but they had to keep things secret. He almost felt silly for not seeing that one coming. Dillon was a ladies' man, he couldn't have people finding out that he was sleeping with other boys. Especially not Ichiro, a very unpopular student and the school's resident punching bag. Dillon had to date within his own circle, a girl as popular as he was and pretty enough to flaunt. Upon realizing this, Ichiro nodded, smiling sheepishly in the hopes of calming Dillon's sudden worry.<br><br>"I don't know you very well, but... I like you. I want to do this again," he admitted, reaching aside to lay his hand upon Dillon's arm. It was cute how flustered Dillon was all of a sudden; he was usually so cool and collected. "But I won't tell anyone," Ichiro assured. "You have your reputation to protect and I... well, I don't need to give the student body another reason to put 'Kick Me' signs on my back."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gunnygirl</strong> on <strong>21-06-2010, 03:51:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dillon looked at Ichiro, then to his hand touching his arm. Dillon hung on each of Ichiros words with panic. His eyes gazed at him and he shook his head. "No-no...this has nothing to do with my reputation....but my father. I don't care about the kids at school, but my father....he would find out. He...I can't disappointed him...please don't think it is shame of being with you. No its my shame...I just cant let my father know." He fell to the bed on top of Ichiro. "He is all I have...next to you." <br><br>His hand brushed Ichiros face and he leaned in and kissed him deeply. His eyes shut and he began to flick his tongue against his new lovers lips seeking entry. This kiss was less passionate but far more loving. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>21-06-2010, 04:08:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It was actually rather disheartening to hear that Dillon's reasons were because of his father. Was the man really so intolerant that his own son was afraid of him finding out that he was gay? It irked Ichiro, not because of the inconvenience but because of how it must have hurt Dillon. Wrapping his arms around the other boy's neck, Ichiro eagerly leaned up to kiss him, a bit more relaxed now and more comfortable with the affectionate gesture. When he pulled back, he smiled again, working with what little self-confidence he had.<br><br>"I understand," he murmured, pecking at Dillon's lips a few times over to soothe him. "Our secret. Promise. He won't find out..." It worried Ichiro that one day, they would slip. That if this lasted, if they formed more of a relationship that extended beyond just sex, that they would get too comfortable and his father would discover them. Or a kid at school, and then it would get back to his father. But he couldn't worry about it then. There was enough to think about without concerning themselves with the destruction of a relationship that had yet to form.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gunnygirl</strong> on <strong>21-06-2010, 19:27:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dillon showered his lover in kissed but before his body became to excited he got from the bed again and went to his bathroom to wash up. He returned in casual clothes, skinny jeans and a tight shirt, with a cool light jacket. She messed his hair up in attempts to look cool and flashed Ichiro a smile. "Wanna borrow some clothes?" He opened his closet and moved away to grab some socks and shoes.&nbsp; "Drench yourself in some cologne so our cover isnt blown...and wash some water in your eyes to make em blood shot." He winked, his own eyes a bit red.<br><br>"We are going to go pick up the girls from school and take em out for a night....look Ichiro...I...may be with Hitomi tonight...is-is that going to be a problem? If it is...we need to work something out..." He looked at Ichiro through the mirror, hoping Ichiro would understand.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>22-06-2010, 02:24:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				At the offer to borrow clothes, Ichiro nodded, smiling some in gratitude. "Thank you." He wrapped himself in a blanket as he crawled out of bed, making his way to the dresser and shuffling about for an outfit he could wear. Dillon was broader than him, so his clothes were a size or two bigger (as he had realized after wearing his school clothes), but he decided that a simple blue t-shirt and a pair of jeans wouldn't be so bad. Slipping into the clothes, he went to the bathroom to wash up, but he stopped dead when Dillon mentioned the likelihood that he would be with Hitomi that night.<br><br>Ichiro felt his stomach drop. He had been foolish enough to think that even though their attraction would be kept secret, they would also be exclusive. How had he let himself think that? Following Dillon's advice with the cologne, Ichiro slumped a little against the sink, slightly perturbed by the prospect of having to share. But he couldn't let Dillon know that he was jealous... They weren't even a couple!<br><br>"N- No," he said at last, running a hand back through his hair to try and work it back into place. Dillon could pull off the bedhead look, but he couldn't. "No, I get it. Can't make her suspicious, right? It's fine."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gunnygirl</strong> on <strong>22-06-2010, 18:14:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dillon watched Ichiro pick out some clothes, he looked so adorable with a blanket around him. Hiding that cute body,he felt his heart flutter and it felt amazing. he peeked in the bathroom and saw him fixing his hair and he walked in tugging Ichiro against his chest to wrap his arms around him, brushing his lips against shoulders. He could feel how upset Ichiro was and it made his heart ache, so he spoke with a soft tone as his fingers danced lovingly up and down Ichiros arms. "I will put her off as long as possible. Piss her off or something...alright?" He kissed him again on the shoulder.<br><br>"I dont want to make you upset, I am...." he paused, he just met this boy! The feeling though was apparent. He knew what he felt...no...this wasnt the time. Not yet. "I care so much for you, you deserve someone who can show you his feelings and promise more then I can." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>23-06-2010, 11:44:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Taking in a deep breath when Dillon approached him from behind, Ichiro cleared his throat, shaking off the rest of the unease. He had to admit, though, that gentle touch of Dillon's fingers to his arms were nice... soothing. He almost felt better because of that alone. It was odd how profoundly Dillon had impacted his life - and he had only known the boy for one day. A few hours. And already things were so complicated... God.<br><br>"It's okay," Ichiro assured. "Really." Looking up, he peered at Dillon's reflection in the bathroom mirror, leaning back a little so that he could rest against Dillon's slightly broader front. "Don't worry about it so much... Not yet, anyway." He offered a small smile. "We just met," he reasoned. "I'm not expecting a marriage proposal or anything." Turning, he leaned up, sweetly pecking at Dillon's cheek. "Not another word about it. Okay?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gunnygirl</strong> on <strong>23-06-2010, 18:23:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dillon an his fingers up and down Ichiros arm for a moment, Ichiros words didnt ease the guilt in his heart. He didn't want to pull from Ichiro but he did finally and jumped when he heard his phone in the room. He dashed out of the bathroom and answered pacing his room. "Hey....yeah babe Im running late."<br><br>"Hey calm down I'm not with another girl. I'm playing some xbox with Ichiro."<br><br>"Ichiro....the guy from the fountain today..."<br><br>"Right, is she going to be ready to go in 20 minutes? Right. Yeah. Whoa Hitomi....gesh....hes sort of shy....thats not...." There was silence for a bit and he ducked his head into the bathroom with his hand over her phone he pulled Ichiros chin to him and kissed him deeply, passionately, as Hitomis voice was yapping loudly over the phone. Dillon gazed at him as he broke the kiss and then lifted the phone to his ear, "Yeah. Sure whatever you want." He kissed Ichiro again and again. "Okay babe, See you in a few." He hung up his phone.<br><br>"We gotta get going, sorry about that...she gets really needy and...I can only take so much of her before I want to scream...thanks for calming me down." He winked and tugged Ichiro to follow him to the closet. He took a tie off a hook and hung it loosely tied around Ichiros neck then found a corduroy jacket and handed it to him. He finally found some sunglasses and he nodded handing them to him. "There....your dressed for the club....fuck you look good." He felt his body tingle. "Wanna spend the night tonight after we ditch the girls?" He searched for his car keys through the blankets...the floor....his dresser.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>24-06-2010, 09:56:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The moment Ichiro heard the phone ring, he knew that it was Hitomi. He just knew it. Instantly, a jealousy&nbsp; he didn't know he was capable of flared up in the pit of his stomach and he found himself grumbling a little, straightening his hair as best he could without a comb. He paused, though, when Dillon ducked back into the bathroom, opening his mouth to ask what was going on before he was silenced by the other boy's lips crashing down upon his own. Over and over, all while Hitomi chattered away on the other end of the phone. At this, Ichiro melted, rendered putty in Dillon's hands, and he barely even noticed when Dillon finally hung up with her.<br><br>Clearing his throat, Ichiro smiled nervously when Dillon thanked him, shrugging, following him to the closet and letting his new friend - lover? - finish dressing him. "Er... Club?" Ichiro wasn't sure about that. He wasn't exactly a social person, for one thing, and for another... well, he wasn't a social person. One person was alright. Two, maybe. But it was going to be the four of them out and about. All of a sudden, he was uneasy. Nonetheless, to the offer of spending the night, he gave a small nod, before shuffling about to help Dillon find his keys. "Uh... yeah, sure," he murmured at last. "I should probably ask my parents, but it'll probably be okay..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gunnygirl</strong> on <strong>25-06-2010, 00:09:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dillon grabbed Ichiro rather suddenly when he was searching for his keys, pinning him against the dresser and kissing his ear. "I cant wait to make love to you again tonight..." He them put his hands on Ichiro, nearly molesting him. His hand wanted to touch each part of him, etching his every curve into his memory. "Im going to think about this while I have to deal with Hitomi...." He finally pulled away once his hands had feasted on Ichiros body leaving not an inch untouched.<br><br>Dillon then pulled out his car keys, hooked on his finger. "Oh hey here they are." He kissed Ichiros cheek and grinned wide. "Lets go!" He swatted his butt with a flat hand and turned away towards his door pushing the button to turn off his stereo.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>26-06-2010, 12:33:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ichiro was quite nearly ready to go again, the way Dillon touched him, promising a repeat performance of their sex. He shivered beneath the other boy's hands, albeit pleasantly, reaching out to grab hold of his shirt, steadying himself against the onslaught of subtle arousal. But just as quickly, Dillon was gone, procuring his keys and even smacking his backside on the way out the door. At this, Ichiro flushed bright red, clearing his throat and straightening his clothes. God. Dillon was going to be the death of him.<br><br>Hurrying along after him, stopping only to retrieve his wallet from his backpack, Ichiro hopped down the stairs and out the door, into Dillon's car without complaint. He strapped on his seatbelt and then smoothed out his clothes again, just in case. "So... where are we going?" he finally asked, blinking over at the other boy. "I think you mentioned a club."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gunnygirl</strong> on <strong>27-06-2010, 22:59:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dillon had the car running and ready to go when Ichiro slid into his seat. His father was putting a set of golf clubs into the trunk of his car and waved at them. Before Dillon would pull from the drive he was at the drivers window tapping the glass. Dillon gave a sigh and rolled it down, "You okay to drive? You were up there a bit." He patted his sons shoulder ad Dillon felt a twinge of guilt.<br><br>"Y-yeah, fine...you know me. I let it fade before I drive, Wrap it before I plunge, and watch before I swing." Dillon peered up at his dad like a little boy seeking an attaboy.<br><br>"Good, I'm going to be gone all night...picking up Sinakie and shacking it up at her house for the night....after a good game of golf with the guys. I should be out so if you bring that little girl Hitomi? back with yah...no worries. Hey Ichiro<br>&nbsp;you are welcome to stop by when ever yah want. I hope to see some of yah rubbing off on Dillon here." He took out his wallet and handed Dillon a couple of crisp bills adding to about two hundred bucks.<br><br>"Thanks dad. See yah tomorrow or something." they nodded to each other and Dillon tucked the bills into the center console before driving out tot he street. He slipped one out and handed it to Ichiro. "You need some cash for tonight...right?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>28-06-2010, 09:42:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				For a moment, Ichiro thought to worry when Dillon's father came tapping on the window. Maybe he had heard them...? Oh, god, he couldn't imagine a worse fate, couldn't fathom anything more humiliating... But when it seemed that he just wanted to make sure Dillon was okay to drive, he exhaled, relieved. Still, he couldn't help noticing the look on the other boy's face, the hopeful expression that practically pleaded with his father for some validation. It was tragic... He really was starved for his father's affection...<br><br>Dillon's father was a man's man if ever there was one, Ichiro realized. Just like his son (or so he thought). Nonetheless, Ichiro gave him a polite smile and a wave in greeting, if only because his culture dictated a show of respect to one's elders. "Thank you, sir."<br><br>Ichiro was nothing short of shocked to see Dillon's father throwing that kind of money at him, even more so when Dillon handed him some of it. He stared at it dumbly for a few seconds or so, almost as though he had never seen money before and was trying to figure out what to do with it. "Uhm... I suppose, but..." He shook his head and tried to give the money back. "I can't," he said. "It's a lot of money, I wouldn't feel right taking it."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gunnygirl</strong> on <strong>28-06-2010, 22:38:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dillon sighed, "Please...if we want to keep this up...and trust me I do very much want you to be my secret boyfriend..." He smirked at the whole sentence being a bit to emotional. "People will be suspicious...it has to look like we would naturally hang out....not that Im just hanging out with you because I am close to you...which I am...god I am ready to turn this car around and take you back home for a few hours but I have to keep my image up and now you are part of that image. Take the money."<br><br>They reached the school and the two girls were sitting on a bench, their tiny little skirts draped barely enough knee to be within the dress code. "Good there they are...Miala looks cute today as always...uhm...are you into girls at all?" He asked as the girls started to gather their stuff.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>29-06-2010, 12:12:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ichiro supposed that Dillon had a point. If they were going to hang out together, it had to look realistic, and for it to be realistic, Ichiro had to have a bit of spending money. He felt bad about taking it, though, and he made no attempt to tell Dillon otherwise. Nonetheless, he nodded, pocketed the bills, and gave him a smile. If nothing else, he was happy to be Dillon's secret boyfriend. That made him feel a little better about taking the money.<br><br>"Okay."<br><br>Upon reaching the school, Ichiro looked out the window with a touch of unease. He still wasn't sure about spending time with Hitomi and Miala... but what choice did he have? Maybe it would be fun. "No," he mumbled, slightly ashamed, when Dillon asked if he was into girls. "I tried to be, but they just... don't do it for me like boys do..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gunnygirl</strong> on <strong>29-06-2010, 20:49:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dillon was really glad, Ichiros response made him nod and admit to that fact. "Good. I don't want to loose you to the cutest girls in school." He gave him a wicked grin and there in his eyes there was a hint of more. Something was hidden in his eyes that he wanted Ichiro to see, he gave a soft sigh and spole just as the girls touched the door handle to get into the car. "Cant wait to cum in you again..." <br><br>"Wow...Ichiro....you look different out of uniform." Maila squealed as she got in. Dillon reached over and gave her butt a pinch as she climbed over Ichiro to get into the back seat, quickly he retreated. "Eeep! Ichiro! Wow you are different out of school...I never knew!" <br><br>"Oh Dillon I missed you so much..." Hitomi climbed in next and leaned across Ichiro and the center console to plant her lips on Dillon, they kissed for a long time. Her tongue slid into his mouth and the wet sounds of a passion filled kiss filled the air. Dillon reached his hand out and touched Ichiros arm. He wanted to push Hitomi away, and apologize to Ichiro....but he just couldn't. The kiss ended and she squeaked. "Sorry Ichiro! Excuse me!" She fell into the back seat.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>30-06-2010, 10:07:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When Hitomi and Miala spilled into the car, Ichiro was having a hard time keeping himself in check. Dillon had painted a rather... provocative image and he wasn't sure how he was going to keep himself together for the rest of the day. Oh, Dillon knew how to draw him in... Only a day of hanging out with him and Ichiro was becoming a person he didn't recognize. It wasn't all bad, of course, but still...<br><br>It was very difficult to watch Hitomi and Dillon kiss. Or, more appropriately, to hear them, for Ichiro was doing his best not to look, even as Dillon reached aside to touch his arm in apology. He had agreed to this, though, and so there was no use getting angry. It was only a kiss, anyway. He had gotten more than that earlier in Dillon's room. Why complain?<br><br>"It's... It's alright," Ichiro replied, putting on a smile, trying to appear more confident than he really was. "But I think I'll sit in the back seat on the way back. That way, you won't have to lean over me to shove your tongue down his throat." He tried to laugh, to put on a neutral face, but he found it very difficult, given the circumstances.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gunnygirl</strong> on <strong>01-07-2010, 06:42:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Hitomi gave a giggle. "I'm sure Maila will like that!" <br><br>Maila hit her on the leg and they both giggled, Dillon felt his stomach churn. He had no doubt that Maila wanted to do things to his boyfriend in the back seat while he was forced to drive. Dillons demeanor changed a bit and looked in the rear view window, trying not to glare at the girls. "We wanna grab some food or something first?" He asked trying to change the subject.<br><br>He felt like a douche. He had to change the way he was feeling, he had to change his attitude. He should be fucking luky to even be in the car with Ichiro. He should be lucky that he had a just had sex with Ichiro...so he better not mess this up with silly emotions. Deal with Hitomit and Maila for the date, make love to Ichiro all night after. He had a sly grin on his lips now, good...internal pep talk worked. He felt his pants get tight, not so good...thinking of Ichiro gave him a hard on. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>01-07-2010, 13:22:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It seemed that Dillon didn't much like the idea of him sitting in the back with Miala. Ichiro couldn't blame him. He certainly hadn't liked the idea of letting Hitomi crawl over him and maul Dillon's mouth. Briefly, he wondered what she would have thought if she had known that that same mouth she was kissing had only a while ago been kissing <em>him</em>. All over. <em>Everywhere.</em> Chances were she wouldn't have been happy. Not many girls liked the idea of their "boyfriends" kissing other boys.<br><br>"Food sounds great," Ichiro murmured, trying to distract himself from the sight of the growing bulge in Dillon's pants. He supposed he could pass it off as having been fueled by his kiss with Hitomi, but they knew better. "I'm starving." It was the truth. Sex with Dillon earlier had drained him of what energy he had and besides, it would probably make him feel a little better to have another distraction. One outside of the car.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gunnygirl</strong> on <strong>01-07-2010, 20:53:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dillon pulled the car out of the parking lot of the school and onto the road. He drove for sometime flipping through his iPod that had his music linked to the radio. He found an American love song that was fast and peppy, he glanced at Ichiro and winked, this song was for him. It was about a cheater who was sneaking around on his girlfriend with someone else. He loved the way it never said it was another girl, it made him think of sneaking around with Ichiro.<br><br>Meeting in a dark hall to make out.<br>Ducking into a bathroom stall for a quickie.<br>Calling him late at night for phone sex.<br><br>He glanced again at Ichiro, not seeing a car coming through the intersection. "DILLON!" Maila screamed seeing the car. He jerked the steering wheel and gave an excited scream, they barely missed the car and he laughed nervously pulling into the correct lane heading deeper into the city. He pulled into a double decker parking lot and pulled into a slot, "Girls go get me a parking tag...I wanna talk to Ichiro for a minute." He handed Hitomi a large bill.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>06-07-2010, 00:46:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Unnerved to begin with, Ichiro quite nearly had a heart attack when Dillon's driving quite nearly landed them in the morgue. He laughed about it afterward, but he wasn't really feeling it. He was too nervous. Nervous about Hitomi and Miala catching on to what was really going on and why their driver kept glancing over into the passenger's seat... God, that would be horrible. What if word got out that they were together?<br><br>Ichiro leaned back in his seat, giving the girls room to climb out of the car and get a parking tag for the car. The moment they were gone, he breathed a sigh of relief, sinking into his seat and tentatively looking over at his... boyfriend? His secret boyfriend. "You have to stop looking at me like that," he murmured, clasping a hand over his racing heart. "I mean, with people around..." He blushed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gunnygirl</strong> on <strong>06-07-2010, 04:42:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dillon watched the girls go, "Shhh, I know...I know....god you look so good. I want to rip your clothes off and suck your cock dry so bad." He licked his lips and took a deep breath. <br><br>The girls made the way back to the car and handed him the tag. " Were going to get signed in there is a line waiting to be seated." Hitomi leaned over and kissed Dillon sloppily on the lips. "Park and meet us there!"<br><br>Dillon nodded and smiled, "Alright babe. Go on then." He tossed the ticket against the windshield on the dash and moved the car into the dark lot and up the ramp. He shut the car off once it was parked someplace dark and he was over the center console kissing Ichiros neck. His hands dancing over his lap wanting him so bad. "Open your pants..."<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>07-07-2010, 10:23:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Unable to help himself or even control the thought process that followed Dillon's statement, Ichiro blushed a vibrant shade of red, so flustered that when Hitomi returned to hand Dillon the parking tag, he had to turn his face away - not only to avoid watching her kiss his boyfriend but also to avoid having her see his blush. He had a bit of time to recover during the short ride to the parking space, but the moment that the other boy leaned over the center console and began mauling his neck, he lost it.<br><br>"Nn... Wha...?!" Ichiro leaned back, eying Dillon incredulously. He couldn't be serious. He just couldn't be. "You mean... You mean right here? In the <em>car</em>?!" He couldn't even begin to wrap his head around how incredibly lustful Dillon was. Was he always like that? Or was Ichiro just lucky? He wanted to think the latter. Knowing that he had that effect on Dillon was actually sort of flattering. Flattering enough that, after some moments of hesitation, Ichiro dropped his hands to his jeans and awkwardly began to unzip them.<br><br>"Are you sure this is a good idea?" he murmured, terribly nervous. "Anyone could drive by and see..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gunnygirl</strong> on <strong>07-07-2010, 18:37:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dillon pulled away to watch Ichiro undo his pants, his licks wet from licking anxiously. "Then I guess you better hurry." <br><br>Once Ichiro had his zipper down Dillon dove his hand into his pants and softly found his prize pulling it out. He leaned again over the center console and started to lick the tip, giving it soft gentle attention till he could release his hand and have Ichiros erection stand in salute. He whispered with a heavy breath falling onto his lovers cock, "I want you to cum in my mouth....let Hitomi kiss me with your cum blocking her taste." He dove his lips down and swirled it around the tip and down the shaft. "So good...Mmmff..Mfmmm" he moaned with the cock deep in his throat sending vibrations down his lovers cock.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>10-07-2010, 11:45:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As it was, Ichiro was extremely sensitive from their sex earlier on. So to have Dillon lavishing attention on him like that, going so far as to pull him deep into his throat... it was almost too much. Ichiro's hands flew to his mouth, muffling a soft cry, his eyelids pinching shut as he fidgeted upon the seat. He felt terribly dirty, like a slut for allowing Dillon to go so far so soon, but he couldn't help it. It felt good - more so since he knew they weren't supposed to be doing such things in a parking garage.<br><br>"Aah...! Dillon," he moaned, though his words wound up stifled by the palm of his hand. "I... I don't know if I can..." He whined, biting his full bottom lip. "I just... I just came earlier..." He had never attempted such a thing before. Two orgasms in the course of a few hours.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gunnygirl</strong> on <strong>11-07-2010, 05:47:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dillon was enthralled with his lovers response. His whimpers and whines, the others ability to drive him mad by simply fidgeting nervously from his touch, his lips making Ichiro gasp and groan. He began to use his hands now, pumping them up and down as he moved up Ichiros body and placed a hard kiss on his lips full of passion and love...and electricity. "Babe...please...for me. I need you, I need to taste you to keep my tongue company all night..." He kissed his lips again and moved over his cheek and down his neck and to his collar.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>14-07-2010, 10:59:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Briefly, Ichiro wondered how long they could get away with avoiding Hitomi and Miala. How long until they wondered where the boys had gotten off to, before they wondered how long it took to park a car. But as Dillon moved up to kiss him, begging him to cum, Ichiro forgot all about them. His hands flew up, gripping at Dillon's shoulders, and he threw his head back against the seat with a low moan of pleasure.<br><br>"Oh, god," he panted, eyes closed, his body tensing as he jutted up against Dillon's doting hand. "Oh, Dillon... Touch it more," he begged. "Do it faster and I'll... I'll cum for you..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gunnygirl</strong> on <strong>14-07-2010, 18:42:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dillon found his neck as he tossed his hair back and began to kiss and bite at it, the need to be closer with Ichiro made his squirm. He knew how dangerous it was to get himself so worked up...he would have to do something about it tonight and if he was lucky he would get rid of Hitomi early and take Ichiro again. His lips licked and kissed, trying not to leave a mark on the other boys flesh knowing that it would give them away. <br><br>When Ichiro spoke it made him nod and he moved his fingers around the bulb and down the shaft, he moved down his body and licked the tip as she ringed them around his shaft and began to pump it with ferocity. He moved his ringed finger to quick it whipped the head back and fourth against his tongue. "Mmnnmmnn Cum for me Ichiro! Cum or I will stop!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>15-07-2010, 12:39:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It only took the quicker pace of Dillon's hand for Ichiro to completely forget himself. He began moaning with abandon, his breaths shortened to mere gasps, his hair a mess as he twisted back and forth upon his seat, so desperate for release and so incredibly close to attaining it that it was almost painful. Almost. The pleasure greatly outweighed the intensity of it.<br><br>Then, finally, Ichiro felt that unmistakable sense of urgency washing over him and, however unwittingly, his hips jerked up against Dillon's mouth. The heat bloomed in his stomach and in no time at all, he threw his head back in a final moan and came, hard, spilling messily into Dillon's mouth. Ichiro's body trembled; he could barely breathe.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gunnygirl</strong> on <strong>15-07-2010, 16:54:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dillon was just in love with Ichiros body. Finally, with all the work Ichiro graced Dillons mouth with the dense thick musky heat he had been seeking. Dillon felt Ichiro thrust up into his mouth and he took him deep nearly gagging as it hit the back of his throat. He held it there though, the need to have his new lovers come in his mouth outweighed the gag reflex and the urge to pull away. As Ichiro settled and his spasms grew slower he lifted his head up and swallowed just enough to lick and suckle the tip cleaning him off. <br><br>He broke contact with Ichiro and kissed his lips, "You taste amazing. Just amazing. Thank you." He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and took the key out of the ignition so he could climb out of the car. "Lets go lover. Girls are waiting." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>20-07-2010, 10:14:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ichiro could barely even put himself together, much less want to. So flustered from his orgasm, it was all he could do to even kiss Dillon back. Before he knew it, the other boy was pulling away, making to step out of the car. At this, Ichiro finally regained his senses, kicking his motor skills back into functionality just so he could pull up his pants. Then, finally, he followed Dillon out of the car, smoothing out his clothes as though that would make all the difference.<br><br>"You're really impulsive," he mumbled, still a little flushed from what they had done. "If someone had seen, we could have been in big trouble..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gunnygirl</strong> on <strong>21-07-2010, 18:02:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dillon stood outside Ichiros car door with his hands in his pockets leaning against his car. Licking his lips he tasted Ichiro again, the tingle of a wonderful flavor made him grin, a goofy smile that seemed to brighten his whole face. With Ichiro at his side he directed him to the garage exit with stairs to lead them to the street. "Are you really complaining?" He winked at his lover. <br><br>The street was busy, this was a good center point to the cities night scene. It was a nice place to be if you were as social as Dillon. A few kids from school saw him and waved but stopped half way when they saw who was in his company, not by disgust but from shock, 'Was that...Ichiro?' one clearly asked her friend. Hitomi and Maila waved them to where they were standing and smiled, "We were getting worried!" Hitomi moved in to kiss Dillon but he turned his head letting her lips only fall to the modestly of his cheek. Maila slipped her arm over Ichiros and whispered in his ear, "You look really cute tonight Ichiro, I dont know whats different but I'm really sorry I never noticed it before." She kissed his cheek and Dillons eyes looked away quickly as if it made him hurt to watch.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>26-07-2010, 11:24:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				At Dillon's question, Ichiro fell silent, too wrapped up in his fluster to answer. No, he was certainly not complaining, but he didn't know how to tell Dillon that. Everything had happened so quickly that he could barely wrap his head around it, and he promptly decided to stop trying. Particularly when they got into the restaurant and kids from their school pointed them out, and even more so when Miala began to flirt with him. From the corner of his eye, Ichiro spotted Dillon looking away, almost as though he didn't like what he saw, but they both knew it would be hypocritical of him to complain. Hitomi had done worse in the car.<br><br>Clearing his throat, trying his best not to fidget and look as uncomfortable as he felt, Ichiro offered Miala a small smile. He didn't have Dillon's charm or charisma, though, so all he had to go on was... well, actually, he didn't have anything to go on. "Yeah, well..." He fumbled with speech for a moment or two. "I'm usually... just... too busy with stuff when I'm at school. So I guess there's just... nothing to notice until the bell rings."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gunnygirl</strong> on <strong>26-07-2010, 18:19:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The restaurant was one of the best in town, Dillons favorite because they served a few american dishes. This made it a big hang out for other teenagers too. Dillon ordered a hamburger, it didn't come with fries here but he made do without fries. The girls were going to share one and When the orders were taken the girls broke out into chatter about gossip Dillon cared less about. He sat back in the booth and looked cool as always, his arm behind Hitomi but his eyes were on Ichiro. <br><br>The girls excused themselves to the bathroom, Dillon ad yet to see a girl go to the washroom alone. He smiled at Ichiro, "I'm doing better then I thought with seeing you with Hitomi. The club should be fun tonight, anything else you want to do while I got you out?" He winked and leaned forward. "Or do you wanna just jump back to my place?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>29-07-2010, 07:41:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				If only because he felt the need to follow Dillon's example, Ichiro ordered the same meal. He rarely ever ate out (save for lunch in the cafeteria, if that counted), and it was even more rare that he consumed western-style foods. Of course, he had had a hamburger at some point in his life, but he couldn't remember it very well. He felt terribly out of place and as such, felt worlds better when Hitomi and Miala left for the bathroom. Sighing, visibly relieved, Ichiro smiled a little at his new boyfriend. Even if their "relationship" still made him uneasy, it was more familiar territory than life with girls in it.<br><br>"Well... Whatever you want to do," he offered. "I don't really know how I'll do at a club, but yeah..." He cleared his throat. "I could... I could ask my parents if I can stay at your place tonight." Ichiro's face lit up with a blush and he looked away, shy. "I mean, if you want me to."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gunnygirl</strong> on <strong>02-08-2010, 18:02:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dillon took a look at Ichiros hand. "Alright...need my phone or something?" <br><br>Dillon was enjoying his time with Ichiro so much he was looking into the future. His thoughts wandered to graduation, no one would question if they got an apartment together. Attend college, maybe they could move away...go to the states and they can be more open about their relationship. Hold hands in public....away from the view of his father and friend who would tell him. He realized at that moment he was thinking of long term with Ichiro, he let a smile grace his lips and he turned to Ichiro, a strong yet soft voice. "Ichiro..." He stopped himself...he had so much to tell him but this wasn't the place.<br><br>The girls came back in a hurry as they saw the waiter bring four plates and set them down, Dillon hesitantly moved away from Ichiro and sat back. He leaned back in his chair but his eyes lingered on his lover, Hitomi glanced at him. "Whats going on? Why are you smiling like that?"<br><br>Dillon gave a slight laugh and shook his head, "Nothing babe. Just eat your food." She rolled her eyes but obediently she picked up her fried potato skins. Miala bit her lower lip and looked at Ichiro, "So Ichiro...do you have plans this weekend? My parents are going to Tokyo and I was going to have a party. I could use help to set up and clean up the next morning..." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Aotsuki High School [BrilliantDays/Gunnygirl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>05-08-2010, 13:33:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No, that's okay," Ichiro assured with a brief wave of his hand. "I have mine. I'll call them after we eat." Despite his nerves, Ichiro was excited to spend the night with Dillon. He wasn't entirely comfortable with the idea of sex yet, but... he wanted to grow comfortable with it. He wanted to spend the night making love to his boyfriend, wanted to lay there and cuddle with him after, and he wanted to fall asleep and wake up in his arms. Not just a quickie and then an outing with their "girlfriends." Tonight would be great, he decided, happy with the possibilities.<br><br>Then the girls returned and he reeled in his enthusiasm. Miala did well to bring him back to the real world when she asked him about his plans for the weekend... and hinted very subtly what she wanted to do. Ichiro didn't know how to react. Did he accept her offer? He didn't want to wind up in bed with her just to cover up his budding relationship with Dillon, but to say no would look bad... Maybe he could go and just avoid sex. Yes. That would work. That would be perfect.<br><br>"I don't have any plans, so..." Ichiro smiled sheepishly. "Sure. I'll come over to help you set up." But he made absolutely no promises about cleaning up the morning after.
			</dd>
		</dl>
		<div id="footer" class="smalltext">
			
			<span class="smalltext" style="display: inline; visibility: visible; font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?action=credits" title="Simple Machines Forum" target="_blank" class="new_win">SMF 2.0.19</a> |
 <a href="https://www.simplemachines.org/about/smf/license.php" title="License" target="_blank" class="new_win">SMF © 2021</a>, <a href="https://www.simplemachines.org" title="Simple Machines" target="_blank" class="new_win">Simple Machines</a>
			</span>
		</div>