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G through L › Jeepers Creepers
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
6,348
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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I do not own Jeepers Creepers, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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Creeping Up
And so it was over, as he watched the sun rise Izzy drew a relaxed breath, mere hours before he had escaped the creature. No one knew what it was and if he was honest with himself, Izzy didn’t care. Although he would miss the ones who didn’t survive, especially Dante. At that he found his thoughts turning back to the first day of school when as a freshman he had first met his lost friend.
It was a bright day when the young man walked up to the doors, Izzy was nervous to say the least, and then he saw HIM. Who the guy was, Izzy didn’t know although the sight of the youth standing there with the light gleaming on his smooth hairless torso, nearly gave Izzy a heart attack, and also gave him a hard on, What the fuck Izzy thought as he quickly squeezed past the group, as usual there had been taunts, the main person responsible had been a tall W.A.S.P type that he heard being called Scotty. Neo Nazi loser is more like it. Izzy thought, then his god had spoken. “Just leave the little fucker alone dude. He’s just some geek.”
“Why should I Dante, you boning him or something.” At that Izzy had finally gotten out of hearing range. And had then lost track of the youth until the start of the next year.
He had just been assigned a column in the school newspaper, for a wannabe newshound like Izzy this was perfect, except that he had been assigned sports. Then he read his notes on the start of year copy, they wanted him to interview a couple of the basketball players, uh oh hard on alert. Izzy knew he liked guys but it had taken him a while to come to terms with the fact that he liked them, and being around the team, well that was torture, just the thought of them standing there in the showers, the water pouring over their firm taught teen boy forms, the close physicality of the team as they worked off the frustrations. OK not going there right now, save it for when you can jerk off you dumb fuck. Then he read the names on his list, right at the top was a guy named Dante. Oh my god are you shitting me, I have to get close to the god of my hormones. If only he had known how much this was going to change everything.
And so it was over, as he watched the sun rise Izzy drew a relaxed breath, mere hours before he had escaped the creature. No one knew what it was and if he was honest with himself, Izzy didn’t care. Although he would miss the ones who didn’t survive, especially Dante. At that he found his thoughts turning back to the first day of school when as a freshman he had first met his lost friend.
It was a bright day when the young man walked up to the doors, Izzy was nervous to say the least, and then he saw HIM. Who the guy was, Izzy didn’t know although the sight of the youth standing there with the light gleaming on his smooth hairless torso, nearly gave Izzy a heart attack, and also gave him a hard on, What the fuck Izzy thought as he quickly squeezed past the group, as usual there had been taunts, the main person responsible had been a tall W.A.S.P type that he heard being called Scotty. Neo Nazi loser is more like it. Izzy thought, then his god had spoken. “Just leave the little fucker alone dude. He’s just some geek.”
“Why should I Dante, you boning him or something.” At that Izzy had finally gotten out of hearing range. And had then lost track of the youth until the start of the next year.
He had just been assigned a column in the school newspaper, for a wannabe newshound like Izzy this was perfect, except that he had been assigned sports. Then he read his notes on the start of year copy, they wanted him to interview a couple of the basketball players, uh oh hard on alert. Izzy knew he liked guys but it had taken him a while to come to terms with the fact that he liked them, and being around the team, well that was torture, just the thought of them standing there in the showers, the water pouring over their firm taught teen boy forms, the close physicality of the team as they worked off the frustrations. OK not going there right now, save it for when you can jerk off you dumb fuck. Then he read the names on his list, right at the top was a guy named Dante. Oh my god are you shitting me, I have to get close to the god of my hormones. If only he had known how much this was going to change everything.