"Okay, fine."Okay, fine. I'm sick of you accusing me of touching your car," Lucas said, pulling free of Austin's grip and following him into Austin's apartment. Austin slammed the door shut behind them. "You know you did it! Look at me. I'm all dirty because of you. I had to call Jonah at the hospital and get him to come and help me change the tires and put air in them," Austin complained. There was dirt on Austin's hands and shirt. He was sweating also from the summer heat and the work he'd done. "Look, I didn't go anywhere near your car. What's your problem, man?" Lucas asked. "I'll tell you what my problem is. I'm sick of punks like you interfering with my life. You like Carrie, don't you?" Austin asked. "That's none of your business," Lucas answered. "Do you like guys then?" Austin asked, sneering at Lucas. "No, of course not!" "Yeah, I bet your just a little cocksucker. That's what you are. Why don't you suck my cock?" Austin demanded. "No way!" "Yeah, show me how you suck cock, you punk," Austin said, a leer coming to his face at the idea. He shoved Lucas down to his knees in front of him and pressed his face into Austin's sweaty crotch. Lucas tried to pull away, but Austin continued to grind his face into the bulge in his gray sweatshorts. He finally let Lucas free. Lucas got to his feet, facing Austin with hate in his eyes. "What the hell is your problem?" Lucas shouted. "You liked it, didn't you?" Austin asked. "No!" Lucas exclaimed. Austin reached out with his right hand and yanked quickly at Lucas's shirt neck, tearing the shirt down to mid torso, exposing the smooth firm flesh of his chest. "Look at you. You don't even have any hair on your chest. You're just a little boy. I bet you don't even have hair around your dick," Austin sneered. "Fuck you! I'm 18. What the hell did you rip my shirt for?" Lucas asked as he tried to piece it back together. "'Cause I wanted to. |