Xander and Gor : Part 1

Author note: This story will be haphazardly thrown together, fair enough warning, I started writing this at 2:20 AM because I couldn't sleep, and well, writing usually puts me to sleep. Any who, and with much further anticipation. . .

Xander smiled at the boy sitting across from him at the lunch table. Those yes, Xander thought to himself that smile, those dimples, and that hair!

The boy sitting across from him was his longtime friend Gregory, “Gor, for short”—Xander remember Gor having said several summers prior when they’d first met.

Their friendship had begun the summer Gor and his kin had moved into the house next to Xander’s. The two boys were smitten with each other from that very first glimpse. In truth, for Gor and his family to have moved in next door Xander had to say farewell to the one kid he’d known since birth, and this was the only friend he’d actually had cared for—the rest, well that’s best left unsaid.

And, so Gor was looking back across the table at Xander, “What?”

“Nuffin’,” Xander lied.

“Ya’ sure?” Gor added, “Yuz bin starin’ awful hard.”

“Yeah, I’m sure,” Xander said, muster the confidence to speak.

“K,” Gor, the voracious eater of anything that didn’t eat him first, said shoveling a spoonful of the nastiest mac ‘n cheese on the planet into his mouth with an ease similar to that as if he were eating the most delicious delicacy on Earth.

Xander’s mind returned to his tray, though that little area in his mind directly linked to his dick silently thought by itself.
I bet Gor looks hot naked, IT suggested. (IT is referencing the dick section of the brain)

And in all fairness, Gor had one of the best physiques in the school. His habits of the over consumption of food were due to his insane workout regimen and the regimens of each and every sport he played. Gor was an immaculate picture of physical fitness, and Darwinism at its finest.

The boy stood six-feet tall and weighed in at a small 180-pounds—all of it muscle. Gor’s hair was a silky blond, his eyes a radiant emerald green, and on each side of his squared-off stout jaw in the area by the mouth corners there was a dimple about the size of a candy life-saver. His teeth were milky white, and show with the radiance of a polished hub-cap. His voice was a warm sensational mixture of tones, subtle baritones that rumbled from his throat –ever so slight tenor --and the occasional, ever so very rare, squawk of an alto.

Being the two friends were close, there were multiple points throughout the years when they’d seen each other in the various forms of nudity. Though more recently Gor had grown colder towards Xander, and the duo’s friendship was strained when they hung around together—provided Gor didn’t decide to hang with his girlfriend instead. Above all else, that was the straw which broke Xander the Camel’s back; the insistent pet-names, references, and even the inside jokes between the two. From Xander’s perspective, the girlfriend was a vacuum—attempting to steal HIS Gor, and Xander did not like it one bit.

One day, a few weeks prior to the beginning of this story, Xander had been stood up for at a football game by Gor, and that was the end of ‘Mr. Nice-Xander’ Xander had said to himself.

Later that night, after game had finished, Xander raced home to find Gor’s truck in his [Gor’s] driveway, the little Chevy S-10 was rocking back and forth. That could only mean ONE thing. . .

Xander stormed into his house, ran to his room, and slammed the door shut with an awe-striking fury. He removed his clothing, put on pajamas, and went to bed.

The next day he woke up even more infuriated with Gor, and so, he wrote a letter. He wrote one, single, sentence on a leaf of paper. He stormed into his father’s den, grabbed an envelope, stuffed his letter inside, and sealed the envelope shut. HE stomped from the office, out the front door, down the walkway, to the spot where his and the ‘neighbor’s’ mail boxes were—he shoved his letter into Gor’s mailbox, knowing that the mail had already come and the mailman wouldn’t be taking his letter anywhere.

And Lordy, was Gor pissed.

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