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Subject: Cadence – Chapter 5 This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any real people or places is purely coincidental. This story is the property of the author and is protected under copyright laws. The author retains all rights. No reproduction is allowed without the author’s consent. Conversations and feedback are appreciated to Greyson B. via email ail. The emails I have received thus far are greatly appreciated. If you enjoy this story, please support the Nifty archives today with a thoughtful donation by visiting fty/. This story will contain graphic depictions of sex between males of teen and adult ages (M/m, m/m). If this is an issue for you or the laws where you live, you are obviously in the wrong place. Also, this is a story with plot, not merely wank material. You have been warned. Cadence Part 5 Cade left the counselor’s office and headed back up the cramped hall back to the main office. He headed to the counter to get his late pass, and got totally tongue-tied when he looked up. The boy, Cade’s personal deity, was standing behind the counter, stapling stacks of papers. He looked up as Cade approached, his eyes widening just slightly before he glanced away, scanning the room like he was seeing who else was around. “Hey there,” Cade managed to get out softly. The pale orange shirt he was wearing looked even better on him than the last one Cade had seen him in. Or was it more peach? The hell did Cade know about color names. All he knew was that it looked amazing. Cade tried to look him in the eyes but couldn’t manage to do it. The boy cocked his head to the side, flicking his bangs out of his eyes. His blond hair was so thin and silky, Cade found himself wanting to touch it, to run his fingers through it, to see if it really was as soft as it looked. It couldn’t be, right? His hair looked light as air, no more substantial than cobwebs. “Hey,” the boy responded. “Whatcha need?” “You work here in the office? That’s cool.” “Yeah. It’s alright,” he answered. “So what’s up?” “Nothing much, really,” Cade said. He smirked at Cade, “I mean, what are you needing from the office here?” “Oh,” Cade said, blushing furiously. “Sorry. I was just in with Mr. Jordan. He said I needed a hall pass to get into Algebra.” “Ah, alright.” Orange shirt boy reached down under the counter, grabbed a pad of forms, and started filling out a few details. “Name?” “Cade Dylan,” I answered. “Class?” he asked, but then immediately added, “Right. You just said ‘Algebra’. What’s the room number?” “Pod G, room 4” He tore the pass of the pad and handed it over to Cade. He looked down on it, to the ‘issuing’ name, but couldn’t make out the scrawl. He was a bit disappointed not to learn his name, but let it go and turned to leave. “Thanks,” Cade said quietly as he backed away from the office izmit sınırsız escort bayan toward the door. “See ya,” he called after me. Then, just as Cade was leaving the office, the secretary came out of a back room. “James, can you grab me one of the travel consent forms?” she said. “Sure thing,” he said, reaching under the counter before walking it over to her. James. His name is James! Sweet. James and Cade. Cade and James. They went together perfectly. Well, they really didn’t. But as far as Cade was feeling, their names were fated to be together. James. A name to call out in his dreams that night. He looked back at James one last time as he pushed the glass door open. Cade swore he caught him look away. Was James watching him? Naw. He couldn’t be that lucky. But damn, those eyes were going to fuel his jerk off fantasies for weeks. The bell rang while Cade was still at his locker swapping out books, but he had his pass so he took his time. So, James, sexy James. Now Cade knew at least one place that cute boy was going to be every day, if he worked in the office during third period. That would explain why he was running a note to Cade’s class on Tuesday. That also meant that he was probably not a freshman, because when would he have applied for the position? Hey, maybe Cade could do that, too. Would working in the office qualify as an extra-curricular activity for college? But then would he be missing out on an AP class? Maybe he should check back in with Mr. Jordan about it. Cade stopped there with his locker still open, took out the pamphlet he had been given, and jotted a note to that effect in the margin. As Cade was walking to class, a thought hit him. Wait. Would that mean he might be working alongside James? Surely not. They probably only have one student assistant per period. But wouldn’t that be cool? Naw, he thought. He’d probably fuck things up constantly from staring at James too much. Oh, well. Best not to think too much on what wouldn’t happen anyway. Cade got through his day alright, managing to keep his mind off the ‘blond bombshell’ for the most part. He even managed to knock out the majority of his homework between lunch and the slideshow they watched in chemistry that afternoon. Seriously? A slideshow, on actual slides? Not even a PowerPoint presentation. Actual slides. Pathetic. Anyway, Cade got home and actually got to hang out a bit with Jordan while they took care of what homework he still had, then watched a bit of TV while they waited for Duncan. 7:00 rolled around. Then 7:15. By 7:30, Cade was a little annoyed and Jordan was mumbling that he was hungry. He got up and called Duncan’s cell phone from their house phone. Fuck. No answer. He gave it another ten minutes while he double checked everything in the kitchen. evinde görüşen escort The last of the eggs and hot dogs had gone into breakfast. “Fuck Duncan, and fuck me for feeding him,” muttered Cade. Two more boxes of mac and cheese, but no milk, so they would have to be made with water. Cade was getting pissed. A few cans of peas. Some cornmeal, some flour. No sugar. A third of a bottle of syrup, but nothing to put it on. The fridge wasn’t much better. Half a gallon of Koolaid. Maybe half a glass worth of apple juice. Half a dozen condiments in various states. A water jug. After trying Duncan’s phone one more time, Cade pulled out the Chinese leftovers, a skillet, and a can of peas. Jordan heard him banging around and came in to hug his older brother from behind. “I guess no McDonald’s?” he asked. Cade heard the disappointment in Jordan’s voice, even though he tried to hide it. “Sorry, Jordan,” he answered. “Need Duncan here for that.” Then Cade mumbled under his breath, only half caring if Jordan heard, “Need him here to get new groceries, too.” Cade hated covering for Duncan. He wasn’t a hundred percent sure on how much Jordan really knew. Obviously he knew Jordan knew they relied on Duncan for money and bills, and he knew his brother understood how secret, how responsible, they had to be about keeping their real situation quiet. He hated how mature he had to ask his ten year old brother to be. Hell, at eight years old Cade had had to start training Jordan on how to lie about their family details. What was Cade costing Jordan? Sure, he got to hang out with friends. But sleepovers? Reliable transportation to activities? But as Cade reheated the meal on the stove, he recalled vividly why this was necessary. It was only four months that they had been in foster care. But they lived in the middle of nowhere. There wasn’t a facility that had room. There wasn’t a family that was willing to take on two boys, so they got split up. Cade and Jordan talked on the phone twice a week, did three times the chores they ever did at home, and had zero privacy. Cade was twelve, Jordan was eight. And of course there was Kevin. He was the sixteen year old son of the family that Cade stayed with. And from the stories he liked to tell when they were laying in the dark, Kevin was two steps short of a serial rapist. Cade couldn’t count the number of times he touched Cade, always playing, always roughhousing. But grabbing him, finding excuses to grope his ass. And the countless times he would walk into the bathroom when Cade was in the shower. He always had some excuse. And those flimsy indoor twist locks, where all you had to do was stick something in the little hole to turn the handle? Yeah, locking the bathroom door did nothing to keep Kevin out. And of course, kocaeli sınırsız escort bayan he always had some innocent excuse. Then the Hell Night. Cade had been staying with the Sampsons for about three weeks when he woke up from some dream, some nice dream. He still remembered the disparity he felt of his consciousness moving from the really nice dream to the craziness he experienced when waking up. Cade woke up because he felt like he needed to pee. At least that’s what he thought it was. But as he came more awake, Cade realized that wasn’t the pressure he was feeling. The room was chillier that he expected, and he found that the covers had been pulled off himself. Not only that, but his underwear had been pulled partway down his thighs, twisted around and caught a bit in the sheets underneath him. A warm hand was wrapped around Cade’s penis and was tugging it around. What he thought was a need to pee was actually him being close to cumming. Cade’s balls were pulled up tight and his stomach was tensed. Cade panicked as he realized what was happening. “Kevin?” he whispered. “What the hell?” Kevin paused in his stroking for a breath when Cade spoke, realizing he was caught, but immediately went right back to chugging his fist up and down even harder. “Just shut up and enjoy it,” Kevin whispered. Cade could hear a bit of mirth in Kevin’s voice even through his own confusion and panic. He reached down with both hands and fought to get the older boy’s hand away from him. Kevin squeezed down to keep his grip, and it hurt the sensitive skin of Cade’s cock as he forced Kevin’s fingers off his organ. Cade scrambled up to the head of the bed, away from him. “What the hell, man,” Cade squeaked. “What are you doing?” “Just taking what’s mine, pipsqueak,” Kevin said. “You’re in here in my room. I’m just taking my taxes. You are always shaking your ass at me. You know you want this.” “What the hell do you mean?” Cade asked, scrambling around for something to cover himself up with. I ended up grabbing the pillow from behind his back and hugging it to the front of his body, his arms and legs wrapped around it, protecting himself. His young voice shook as he whimpered, “I’m gonna tell.” Kevin smirked as he stood up, towering over the younger boy. “No, you’re not,” he said, keeping his voice to barely above a whisper. “You wouldn’t dare.” “Oh, yeah? Why’s that?” “I’ve got about a dozen items from around the house stashed in your bags right now. Valuable items. You tell, and I will just say that I found out and you were trying to make me look bad before I could tell on you.” Cade’s heart fell into his chest at that and he got lightheaded. Kevin was totally right. That would work. “And don’t bother trying to unload them and put them back. If you do, I will replace them, and hide drugs in your stuff, too.” Cade started crying a little as he realized how trapped he was. Kevin was right. He was absolutely right. He could do whatever he wanted, and there was nothing Cade could do. Kevin had him. Everyone would easily believe him over Cade. He didn’t really fight as Kevin climbed in bed with Cade and took his virginity.

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