Extra Credit (MxM)
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Thread Topic: Extra Credit (MxM)
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C1 is a male prostitute, only seventeen, and completely pleased with his job. One night, he finds himself with C2, a man who treats him to dinner, a movie, and then a night at a luxurious hotel, during winter break.
When C1 returns to school, he finds that C2 is the new teacher. Despite the risks, the two hook up again, and end up forming a dangerously knit relationship. -
skreee taboo relationships are so fun~
btw could you link me to our others? I must respond to what I can this weekend ;u; -
hehe yesss -
Must respond @^@
I will gladly join you in this if you're still up for it though. -
Must respond to the responses
Yesssss.
Do you want C1 or C2? -
Either sounds fun to play. Flip a coin if need be. x3
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Done.
I'm C1, if that's okay. -
Alrighty. Character creation time~
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Ehehe.
Just a second, love. -
Charlington (Charlie) Coleen Corp
Seventeen (And a half, as he will proudly tell you.)
Charlie's mother left when he was three, pretty much disappearing off the face of the earth. He never sees much of his father, as the man works during the day at a auto shop, and drinks half the night away. Most of the time, Charlie makes sure he's out of the house when his father is home, but, on the rare occasion that they bump into each other, he's abusive. And Charlie hates him.
Most of his father's money goes towards his drinking habit, so Charlie tends to use his money from his "jobs" to pay the bills and save up for college. He's a good kid, all in all, and keeps his grades up. -
Matty Livolsi
Mid-twenties (Doesn't share his age to avoid being criticized for being a young teacher)
Having wanted to be a teacher since he was young, Matty had always enjoyed spreading knowledge and offering advice to those who he felt needed it the most. And with his own thirst for knowledge, that he'll be able to pass on for years to come, getting through high school and college had been a breeze for him. Not only did he learn the basics from his professors, he also learned from his own fellow students how to help the ones that struggle. All in all, Matty's just an all out helpful guy.
But every nice guy has his dark side. He has needs that currently aren't being fulfilled. -
I shall start, then. Sorry for slow responses. Juggling a lot right now.))
Charlie was hardly awake, leaning on the stop sign at the corner of Fifth and Weston. The road was busy, as it always was, and it was drizzling. Again, like always. It was a perfectly normal day, and he was perfectly content, surrounded by the female sex workers, who were currently passing a bottle of something around. He turned down the offer, preferring to poison himself with something that didn't fog his head. Cigarettes. He still had the pack that his last client had bought him, almost two days ago. He didn't smoke much, but right now, he needed to relax. His father had called his cell twice, and left messages both times, but Charlie never answered when he was working.
And right now, he was working. Or, rather, waiting for work. -
(It's aight. I can understand.)
Matty let out an exasperated sigh as he continued to drive down the street. He was stressing, more than he should have been, and his cigarettes weren't helping. The young man had successfully found work, gotten through his interview and was ensured the teaching position he'd applied for in the nearest high school, despite being new to the town. Although he had an apartment, he wasn't quite finished moving in, so he was staying at a decent hotel. Maybe that was it. He wasn't used to the new town. And with his stress he needed to find some form of release, likely from one of the many prostitutes he'd passed by this point. But women...they weren't for him. Even if they were, they all looked like they were no older than thirteen or no younger than fifty.
The brunette came to a four-way stop, no one else was really driving in this area, so he took a moment to rest his head on his steering wheel, having not taken notice to the small group of prostitutes that were waiting for clients there, thinking they were just more women anyway. -
(Yeah. I just want to go back to bed.)
He was getting pretty board at this point, having finished his smoke, and stopped it out with the heel of his boot. He loved his boots, despite the fact that he was constantly ridiculed for them by his father. The way Charlie saw it, it was his money, and he could buy what he wanted with it. That included tall black boots that were meant for women, and fishnet underwear, and eyeliner that he wore every night without fail.
At the moment, a car had pulled up, stopping at the sign, stalling. The man inside it had his head down, and Charlie thought for a moment that he was crying. He continued to stare at him, leaning against the pole of the sign. -
(You can if you want to. Sleep is nice.)
Matty took a deep breath as he looked back up, releasing another sigh. He really needed to get out his tension, let out the beast that twisted inside him. But with what or who?
That's when he felt it. He could feel eyes on him, something he wished he could ignore because it embarrassed him. He gave a side glance towards the stop sign, his cheeks tinted pink as a young girl stared at him...No. A boy. Dressed almost entirely like a girl. Was he a prostitute, too? It'd be rude to just offer him money if he weren't. The man bit his lip nervously and turned his head to look at him. Asking some stranger to sleep with him was always a struggle for the young man. "You're..offering services, right?" His voice shook, but not from fear, like he thought, but excitement to have found a male at least.
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