A Brutal Slasher Story - Please Add On To This
Steven pauses as you call his name while the other campers divide up and part ways. More than a few seem to have broken off into pairings and trios with the intention of... well, adult forms of recreation. When he realizes that you are following after him with the intent to hang out, and not simply asking to borrow him canteen or some similar request, a rather vivid pink blush fills his pale cheeks.
"Oh.. hi.. I... just assumed you'd be hanging out with some of the girls. Or maybe Mike."
He kicks at the ground, his wide green eyes focusing on the movement of his shoe. The gesture makes it obvious enough that he realizes he does not fit in with most of the guys on the trip, and while he might generally net a slumber-party-invitation from the girls, they have other things on their mind tonight.
Obviously, still disbelieving that you chose him for what he genuinely has to offer, Steven struggles to tone down his usual trademark swish as he heads to a cabin. Despite his efforts, his restraint does not last for long, though -- soon his unusually curvy, feminine hips are swaying, and his round and padded rump sticking out as he walks. He crosses his arms and clasps on to his skinny, underdeveloped chest.for comfort.
"I... uhm... I'm glad you're here."
He pauses in front of the cabin door, turning the knob, and peering into the darkness inside.
"I'm always creeped out being alone in places like this..."
He gasps a bit at his own insinuation that you are simply a comfort and bodyguard. With a coy, dimpled smile and another blush he glances downwards, clearly checking out the lump of your groin.
"That's not... I mean... that's not the only reason I'm glad you are here. Holy shit, if I knew you had any interest in... well... I mean... just look at you. If you so much snapped your fingers back at the rest stop I would have..."
He giggles nervously, running his hand through his chestnut brown hair. "I.... I think that I better stop talking now."
Do you....
"Oh.. hi.. I... just assumed you'd be hanging out with some of the girls. Or maybe Mike."
He kicks at the ground, his wide green eyes focusing on the movement of his shoe. The gesture makes it obvious enough that he realizes he does not fit in with most of the guys on the trip, and while he might generally net a slumber-party-invitation from the girls, they have other things on their mind tonight.
Obviously, still disbelieving that you chose him for what he genuinely has to offer, Steven struggles to tone down his usual trademark swish as he heads to a cabin. Despite his efforts, his restraint does not last for long, though -- soon his unusually curvy, feminine hips are swaying, and his round and padded rump sticking out as he walks. He crosses his arms and clasps on to his skinny, underdeveloped chest.for comfort.
"I... uhm... I'm glad you're here."
He pauses in front of the cabin door, turning the knob, and peering into the darkness inside.
"I'm always creeped out being alone in places like this..."
He gasps a bit at his own insinuation that you are simply a comfort and bodyguard. With a coy, dimpled smile and another blush he glances downwards, clearly checking out the lump of your groin.
"That's not... I mean... that's not the only reason I'm glad you are here. Holy shit, if I knew you had any interest in... well... I mean... just look at you. If you so much snapped your fingers back at the rest stop I would have..."
He giggles nervously, running his hand through his chestnut brown hair. "I.... I think that I better stop talking now."
Do you....