Dawson- Back to the Creek 3
By Boi2fuck
A Bi-Sexual Celebrity Story
***** Story to be focused on gay- teen boy/ teen boy and bi-sexual teen boy/ teen boy/ teen female themes.
The author does not own these characters. These characters where part of the WB television show, Dawson's Creek, that ran from for six seasons from 1998 to 2003. The content of this is all from the author's mind and doesn't reflect the characters or their actor's lives or sexual preferences on the show or in real lives.
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Royal Feud is in the Bi-sexual Celebrity section
The Last Badge is the Bi-sexual Young Friends section
Hope you all enjoy this trip back to Dawson's Creek and up Dawson's Crack. If you like this, please feel free to contact the author at: boi2fuck@proton.me.
Dawson and Pacey walked back into the house. He switched the sex-soak and cum-filled sheets into the dryer. Dawson looked at his friend, he couldn't read his emotions or thoughts. Dawson decided it was time that they went on an adventure together. Maybe some fresh air would provide some much-needed reflection, and would break the tension that seemed to be swirling around them. Dawson grabbed a couple bottles of water, made some sandwiches, and told Pacey to meet him on the dock, they were going to take the row boat out. Pacey saluted Dawson and said, "Aye-aye, Captain." That brought a smile to both teen's faces.
Ten minutes later, they had launched the row boat, and Dawson was paddling the oars. Pacey inquired, "Where are we headed?" Dawson just smiled, and replied, "You'll see." Neither of them spoke for a while, they just seemed to enjoy the silence of each other's company. Dawson steered the little row boat to the left, and Pacey knew where they were going. Through these reeds, there was a small sliver of land where the boys had a fort that they played in when they were kids. Neither of them had been back in several years, so they didn't know if the small structure that had been long abandoned was still standing. Dawson steered the boat into a landing, Pacey jumped out and pulled the boat ashore. This place held a lot of meaning to both boys. This is the place where they became blood brothers, first compared their cocks, the place where Pacey showed Dawson how to jack off, among other special memories. Dawson grabbed the drinks and the sandwiches out of the boat, and they headed off.
When they reached "their fort" the boys were generally surprised that it was still standing. Dawson gave Pacey a water and a couple of sandwiched, both boys looked uneasy and unsure. Dawson cleared his throat, his voice barely above a whisper, "So about last night............". The statement just hung there. Dawson continued, "What do you think? Thoughts? Regrets?" Pacey looked down, then away. He then looked him in the eyes, and said, "Last night, last night was fun, I really enjoyed it, and hopefully, but only if you want, we could continue." Pacey had a hopeful smile om his face. He continued, "I never thought I was gay, and I am not. But I think I am probably bi-sexual. I am not looking to join Cape Side Pride, or the Gay/ Straight Alliance Club at school, or anything. But we could continue when it is just you and me, we will just figure things out." Dawson smiled at Pacey, reached over and took his hand in his. "I am more than okay with this continuing. I was hoping you'd say that. I agree that this has to be between us. And as far as everything else, I am not sure. I know that I am not 100% gay or straight. I am somewhere in between, bi-sexual, maybe? Not sure."
Pacey reached over to Dawson and wrapped him up in a hug, then they fell back, with Dawson's head resting on Pacey's chest. They just enjoyed the silence, the sunshine, and the breeze. Pacey began to talk, "That new girl, Jen, what a hot piece of ass she is. Did you see the size of tits on her? Man, even though you just drained my balls, I was so hard, and leaking pre-cum. I hoped she didn't notice that wet spot on my shorts." Dawson laughed. He said, "Yes, her tits looked amazing! You could see her nipples were hard, and poking through." Pacey, slapped Dawson on the back and said, "My god Dawson, you just might be red blooded American horny teenager, after all. I see my influence has finally rubbed off on you!" Both teens laughed. Dawson said, "Speaking of rubbing off, I do believe that you owe me a cum." Pacey agreed. But told Dawson, "Not here, too public. Wait until we get back to your house, and you can have my ass."
Pacey maned the oars on the way back, the current was against them. Pacey didn't struggle to navigate and steer the boat back to Dawson's. On the dock, Dawson jumped out and grabbed the rope to tie down the row boat. The boys hurried through the back yard to get into Dawson's house. They raced up the stairs to get to Dawson's room. Even though no one else was home, Dawson locked the door out of habit. He stripped off his clothes, grabbed the lube from the bedside table, and started to apply it to his hard cock. Pacey said with a laugh, "Eager, aren't we?" Dawson laughed, nodded, and told Pacey, "I need this, please. Strip, and get on all fours on the bed, now." Pacey was surprised by Dawson's assertiveness this was a new side that he had never seen from his friend. He liked this horny teenager version of Dawson. Dawson applied the lube to Pacey's ass, pushed in a couple of fingers, and knew he was ready. Dawson mounted Pacey, and began to fuck him hard and deep. This was carnal, he needed relief. He knew that at this pace, it wouldn't be long before he shot into Pacey. He wanted this to last for a little while longer. "Ride me Pace, please." Pacey bounced on Dawson's fuck stick, clinching and un-clinching his ass hole to milk Dawson's dick. He was getting close, so he pushed Pacey down on his back, brought his legs up around his neck, and pounded Pacey. It seemed within a minute Dawson's balls were unloading his baby batter into Pacey.
Jen came back downstairs and found Grams in the kitchen starting dinner. "Grams, what's up with that ladder leading up to the second floor of the Leery house?", Jen asked. "Yes, well that. It is always there. At all hours of the day or night, Pacey Whitter or Josephine Potter are climbing in or out of Dawson's window. Doing god knows what at sleepovers, he's always hosting there. Miss Potter is not the type of girl that you should be friend. Her family has one scandal after another. Her father is in jail for selling drugs, and he murdered his wife. Then, there's the older sister, she is with a black man's child. I am not racist, it's a scandal. And Josephine sleeping over with those two teenaged boys, its just not proper for such things to happen. Boys and girls shouldn't be having sleepovers. I know it's none of my business, but I will have to talk with Dawson's parents, Mitch and Gail about this!" Grams walked out of the kitchen leaving Jen to her thoughts. A ladder leading right up into Dawson's room, helps my cause. She couldn't believe her good fortune.
The boys agreed to take a quick shower together, Pacey had been neglecting his chores around to around his house. Any further delay, Pacey was worried he wouldn't see sixteen. Dawson, chuckled, "Get your ass home, it's too pretty to go missing." Dawson gave Pacey a quick swat on the ass, and a kiss on the lips. "Go", he said. Pacey, dressed and left, Dawson took a few extra minutes to finish up his shower. He wrapped a towel around his waist, and entered his bedroom. Once he entered his room, he saw movement by the window, but didn't recognize the figure. "Hello?", he called. He walked over to the window, and saw Jen sitting by the window. "Hello", he called again. "Hi", the figure called. Then, Jen came into the light. "Oh shit!", Dawson exclaimed. "You scared me", he laughed. Jen laughed, then said, "Are you going to invite me in?", she asked. "Yes, I am sorry, just let me throw on some clothes first, ok?", Dawson replied. "Dawson", she chuckled, "You aren't the first boy I've seen only wearing a towel, and you won't be the last", Jen said looking up and down Dawson's body checking him out. She smiled, he blushed.
"So, Dawson", she asked, "What does one do for fun, around here?" She leaned back on the bed propped up on her elbows, and seductively crossed and uncrossed her legs. Dawson was stammering and muttering, but words were not forming or coming out of his mouth. Dawson went from blushing to bright crimson. Jen was clearly amused with herself. Dawson crossed his hands in front of him to try to hide the tent that was growing in his towel. Jen was well aware of Dawson's growing predicament, and licked her lips. Jen stood up, crossed to Dawson, and began to kiss him. Shocked, Dawson tried to pull away, but she had wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him back into the kiss. She slid her hands down his back, and was about to reach the towel, when there was a knock at the door. Gale opened the door, was shocked and closed the door quickly. Both teens said, "Fuck" in unison. Jen said, "Sorry", and turned to the window to leave, "I've got to go". Dawson didn't know what to do, he watched Jen climb out the window. Dawson ran to the window, she looked up and saw Dawson by the window, "See you tomorrow", she said. Dawson was still dumbfounded looked out and stared at her. His blood was still flowing to his head between his legs, and not the one of his shoulders. "Bye", was all that he could say.
He knew he couldn't go down and see his mom like this. He tried to think of all the disgusting thoughts he knew to help his dick deflate, but none of them was working. He had to take matters in his own hands. He replayed the scene over in his memory, and within a few strokes, his dick exploded all over towel that he had on the bed. He cleaned himself up, put on some clothes, and headed down to face his mom. "Fuck, fuck fuck!", Dawson muttered as he walked downstairs to face his mother. He took a few deep breathes as he reached the bottom of the stares. "In the kitchen, dear, sit down, we need to talk.", his mom said. Dawson kept his head held high as he walked into the kitchen, even though he felt like a man heading to the electric chair.