This is the second chapter of "The Unique Mouse"
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High school, bullies, and insecurities:
A lonely nerd with a very unusual body befriends one hot jock.
Main characters are 18 years old!
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Darien stood in front of a mirror in his family bathroom staring at his naked body. He looked at his large nipples with furrowed eyebrows. His whole teen years he suffered because of those two body parts - changing clothes in toilets, being careful so nobody would notice. He even wore very tight undershirts to flatten his sticking out, perky nubs. He suffered from being too hot in summer, but he preferred that over being ridiculed by his classmates, especially being the new kid in their school. He transferred here his senior year, after his father settled his problems with company debts.
The boy sighed, got dressed and left the bathroom. He went back to his room to grab his backpack, and ran down the stairs.
"Mum! I'm going to school!" he shouted.
"Okay, honey, but there may be a downpour, the weather forecast..." He heard her muffled voice coming from the kitchen.
"It's okay mam, I'll be in school before the rain."
And just like that, he went outside, heading toward the school.
He usually walked 20-minutes there, through a quiet residential neighborhood. But today some 5 minutes into the walk, he realized that as usual, his mother was right. He heard some characteristic sound, and the rain shower began to fall on his head. And it was very intense right away! Big raindrops almost attacked him, small puddles began to form everywhere in a matter of one minute. Darien swore, and tried to squeeze his lean body under some small tree with very few leafs. He became frustrated, feeling his T-shirt already becoming wet and sticking to his skin.
Then suddenly the red sports car stopped five feet from him. Darien's glasses were so wet, so he couldn't see clearly, but before he could clean them, he heard a familiar voice:
"Darien, come on in! The weathers not gonna get better before classes start!"
It was Keegan for sure, and he was probably right.
Darien tightened his lips realizing what his situation was. No... not Keegan - he thought to himself. Not after what they did together only yesterday... It wasn't good to meet this boy again. To be in the car - alone with this weird, yet crazy hot dude...
But the rain was bothering him, so he made his decision in a matter of seconds. He circled the car's hood and jumped inside.
He was met with the pair of green eyes, looking at him through dark eyelashes and lips smiling at him. Full, perfect lips! Yep, Keegan was still as handsome as he was yesterday. Maybe even more. He looked a bit like young Keanu Reeves, but with Mohawk hair cut.
"Hello, Darien, you look so... wet." His eyes wandered on Darien's chest and the boy noticed with some horror that his nipples were sticking out like crazy, cold and rigid.
He quickly covered his chest, hating the rain.
"Stop staring, dude. It's not cool," he murmured, but weirdly... he didn't feel that bad with Keegan's attention. Shockingly, he even... felt it in his dick - a small wave of warm blood.
"It's a positive stare, it's my admiration!" Keegan muttered, and Darien cheeks turned pink.
"It's weird, and you know it." The smaller boy insisted.
Keegan shrugged. "I don't care. Can I touch them? Just a brush, nothing more."
"Are you crazy? We are on the street! There are houses..."
"The rain is so intense, like a water wall around, nobody is interested in what we are doing here."
Darien went silent. He really had no strength to protest because the truth is... he did want Keegan to touch him. He almost had trouble breathing, just by thinking about his classmate's hands rubbing on his hard nipples.
He let his hands drop. Keegan's hungry eyes fixed on two hard nubs obscenely sticking under Darien wet T-shirt. He slowly raised his hand and brushed one of them, and bright stars flashed before Darien's eyes. The loud gasp broke from his lips.
"Fuck, Darien, you are so sexy, you don't even know how... Love your moans."
Darien turned his head toward the window, not to look at Keegan's face, as he was as red as a beet. Keagan's fingers were gently squeezing his nubs, massaging the tips, rolling them ever so slightly.
It was so unbelievably intense, that second long moan escaped Darien's lips, his head tilted back. Keegan's breath was more shaky and husky now, he was also getting off, seeing Darien's evident arousal.
Darien's dick protruded in his shorts, fully hard and throbbing as hell, begging for attention.
But Keegan didn't stop - the heavenly torture continued, and soon Darien didn't care where he was, with whom, and what was around.
He fisted his hands, tilted his head back, and gave himself to the immense pleasure. Keegan's fingers were tirelessly caressing his crazy oversensitive nubs, fondling it, stretching.
"Please..." Darien pleaded, but he really didn't know what he was begging for.
"Come to the back seat, there are tinted windows back there." The bigger boy took the initiative.
And Keegan didn't have to repeat himself. Darien was in the back seat in five second - laying flat, and - shamelessly, he right away pulled his T-shirt and undershirt all the way up, rolling them under his chin, willingly surrendering his erected nipples to Keegan's total control.
Keegan's pupils were now large and dark, his breath fast and shallow. He was also very aroused as his shorts tented obscenely. He as well moved to the back seat, taking place between Darien's thighs. Then he took the smaller boy's legs and put them over his own thigh, like he was about to have anal sex with Darien, but instead, he simply leaned over Darien's wanting and aching body. Leaning down he started to really take care of his hard as steel nipples, sucking on them, lightly nibbling, rolling, pulling, stretching. Darien was grunting and groaning in an almost animalistic wild way, his body quivering, waves of pleasure drowning him, blocking his breath, almost choking him...
Too much. Too good. God! Too good, crazy good...
It was rising like a tide, something was tautening his body, and now he felt like a string ready to snap.
And then it came.
