Authors note: This is my first attempt at writing a story like this, so please keep that in mind while reading the pages to follow. My grammar is poor by most standards, and i really don't care either. I'm not writing this to impress you with my grammar and syntax. I am writing this however to give you a window into my life and the people I have shared my life with.
Now the legal stuff:
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you are supposed to be 18 to read this.
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if it is illegal where you are too read this type of story, it is entirely your responsibility to stop right now.
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This story is not all gratuitus sex but there is sex involving consenting males under the age of 18. Mainly because this story involves the details of my life and I have had my share of sex when I was a teen.
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If this type of reading material offends you, do not continue! that being said i hav no way of knowing who will read this so enjoy if you will at your own risk
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David's Story
by
b-boy1
Chapter 3
As we pulled away from my house, I felt lucky to have made friends while there. This has been and I suppose always be the most difficult thing for me to do. I got lost in my thoughts about what i was leaving behind. My dad tapped me on the shouled and said " we're here" I said " what... oh ok I'm sorry I just had my head in the clouds." We were at the airport. Dad had made arrangements to have his Jag transported to Arizona. We went in for yet another boring flight. This was beginning to grate on the nerves. Maybe it's because I don't like strangers, gut it seems like every time I get on a plane, I get put next to the mental patient. Last tine it was an 80 year old woman who was on her way to see her grandkids. Five solid hours of her yammering away. I looked over at my father. I caught his attention as if to say HELP!!!!!!!. He just laughed. He came to my rescue by getting his carry on and reaching in it for something. Hpulled out my discman and said "forget something?" I said " Dad you are too cool" I eagerly took it and promptly Put my earbuds in and turned the volume up. Thank god for samall miracles. We landed about an hour later.
After a few minutes at the car rental place, we headed straight to the house. I was a little nervouse about spending the night in the new house. The movers were due to arrive in a few days. I saw brad as we pulled up in the driveway. He was pruning a bush in front of his house. He stopped and walked down when he saw us.
As he walked up, he said " I see you made it in one piece." I laughed and said, " Yeah, it was a long flight but it was worth it." Where did that come from? I was nervous as hell, but no stammering. My dad looked at me with a surprised look. I said " Whell that has to be a first." Brad said " What is a first?" I said " uh.. nothing" I decided to leave it at that. Brad said " uh.. hey you want to go take a look around the neighborhood?" I said " I-I have t-t-to get...."
I didn't even finish what I was saying. I just grabbed the keys out of my dad's hand and ran for the house. Once I was inside, I lost it. I was uncontrolably crying. I thought " Damn, I move to a new place and it started already. I got up and made my way up to what was going to be my room and closed the door behind me. I wish I didn't have this problem, but I am stuck with it and I have to get used to it. I heard my dad comming up the stairs a few minutes later. He knocked on my door and came in. He said " Dave, are you OK? You just left me out there and took off." I wiped the tears out of my eyes and looked up at him. It was obvious I had been crying. He said " I told him you have trouble around new people. Brad thought that he offended you. He feels really bad about it" I said " Whell maybe that will make it easier then. This way I can be assured of being left alone." Dad said " You just dont get it do you. There was someone out there making an effort to be a friend. You just blew him off and took off. I don't know about you, but where I come from, that is just plain rude." I was stunned. My father is normally understanding about these things. I said " You heard me. He's just going to think I'm some kind of freak." Dad said " I guess you won't know until you try. As for your behavior, you have a choice. Either you can go over to his house and apologise, or you can spend the rest of the summer grounded. And before you get any cute ideas, that means no computer or stereo." With that he walked out. Damn, I hat when he pulls that crap. The worst part is that he is usually right. I sat in my room for a few minutes and decided that I needed a friend. I had to risk it. I would rather know if he was going to be an ass about it. I decided to walk over to his house andd at least explain why I took off.
I got to his front door and rang the bell. Brad came to the door and opened it. He had an annoyed look on his face and said " what?" I said " I know you are probebly pissed at me. Give me a chance to speak my peace and if you don't want to talk anymore, I'll go. That's all I ask." He motioned for me to come in. I followed him in. The house was decorated in a typical southwestern style. The furniture was tastefule, but comfortable looking. Everything was done in earth tones. He invited me to sit and I did. He never took his eyes off of me the whole time. He locked his eyes on mine. It was kind of wierd. He spoke and it kind if surprised me. He said " what the hell is up with that shit dude?" I said " I-I ha-have t-t-trouble w-wi-wi-with st-strangers." I satrted to get up to leave and he grabbed my are and pulled me back down. He said " You wanted a chance to speak your peace. I'm not going anywhere. Now finish." I was getting scared. I said " B-Brad I-I st-stammer when I g-get n-n-nervous. I r-ran away b-because I didn't want you to pick on me for it. I went through hell for it." I hung my head and started to get up to go. He laughed and I felt the tears welling up. I had to get out of there. I didn't want him to see me cry. I made my way for the door. He was a little quicker than I. I thought I was going to get my ass kicked. The next tmime he spoke there was hurt in his voice. He said " I can't believe you thought I could be so shalow that I would get some sort of sick satisfaction out of picking on you for the way you speak. And here I thought I did something to offend you." I said " I'm sorry, I just didn't want you to see me like that. I have been picked on my entire life. I didn't want to move here and deal with the same thing." He said " Dude, I would never do that. I offered to be your friend, and the offer still stands." I relaxed a little, I didn't know how to respond. Nobody has ever spoken to me like that. I Stuck my had out and offered it. He shook my hand and looked directly into my eyes. I wanted to melt. Here was this cute guy, offering friendship as freely as could be. He said " Friends should accept each other as equals. I refuse to accept anything less." I said " I think I can deal with that. Besides, I need a friend." He laughed and released my hand. I thougt it was odd that he held my hand a little longer that necessary, but dismissed it. We walked back over to the livingroom and sat down. He offered me a coke and went and got them. We talked for a little while longer, then he stopped and looked at me. Yhere was an eerie silence. He said " Dude, your not stuttering anymore." I said " It only happens when I am stressed out or uncomfortable with a situation." He smiled and said " I guess you feel comfortable around me." I blushed and said " I was really nervous about coming over to talk to you. I really try to avoid confrontation, but will do it when it is the right thing to do. I didn't want to have you thinking I dadn't like you." He smiled ans said " So you like me?" I blushed. I had to think quickly. I couldn't afford to have him find out, because then he really would kick my ass. I said " You know what I mean. You seemed like a nice guy the day you came over and introduced yourself. I thought that maybe it wouldn't be so bad after all. I don't make friends that easily and I'm new here." He looked a little disapointed and said " oh" I decided to change the subject and we talked about what there was to do around town. We talked for the next hour and made plans to meet tomorrow. I left and walked back home. It was almost 3:00 in the afternoo when I got back. Dad was just getting off the phon when I walked in. He said " So... how did it go?" I said " I explained about how I get around new people and that it was nothing he did. I apologised for being rude. He was cool with it. He was a little pissed that I thought he would react badly about it. We made some plans to to hang out tomorrow." Dad said " Whell I guess you're not grounded then. I cleaned the pool and put the chemicals in. They should mix while the pool is filling. In the mean time, we have to go shopping." I said "what for?" He said "whell you want to eat don't you?" We went out and for the next 4 hours shopped. We bought the usual stuff. We got back around eight and put the stuff away. I was tired, because I didn't have much sleep the night before. I went up to my room and set up my sleeping bag, since the movers weren't going to be there until tomorrow. I soon drifted off to sleep. I had the weirdest dream that night. I dreamed that I was swimming in the pool . I did lap after lap. I finally got out of the pool and laid out in the sun. I closed my eyes for a while. I felt someone come up to me and kneel at my feet. I opened my eyes, but the sun was in my eyes. I tried to speak, but I couldn't. The person, whoever they were put their han on my crotch and started massaging it. I got hard despite my fear. The person pulled my hardening cock out of my speedo. I could tell it was a guy by the shape of the hands. He started slowly jerking me off. It felt so good to feel someone else's hand around it. I figured what the hell, and I just laid back and let it happen. He drew closer to me, and I could feel his hot breath on my rock hard member. There was tenative lick, and the he took my dick in his mouth. It felt so fucking good. He bobbed his head up and down the length of my dick. I was getting close. I felt my nuts draw up, and I tried to pull him off. He just kept on going. I shot load after load into his mouth. He came up off of me and just as I was about to look to see who it was, I woke up. I sat up and said " SHIT " I got up and noticed that my boxers were wet. I smiled, because that hasn't happened for a long time. I like it when I have those dreams. They are usually pretty hot. I was confused at the same time, because I normally know who is doing it. I was kind of bummed when I didn't gert that chance. I made my way to the bathroom, grabbing my towell on the way out. I took my shower and got dressed. I went downstairs to see if dad was up yet. He wasn't, so I left a note and went for my morning run. I used to run everyday. I didn't have the opportunity to do so in nearly a week. I went outside, it was like walking into a blast furnace. This was going to be a short run. I jogged down to the guard house. I said hello to the guard and asked if he knew of a good place to run. He gave me a funny look, and said " If you're up to that kind of torture, you can got to the park two blocks down. Just be careful, I know you come frome the east coast. You have to be careful here You can get in trouble pretty quick here. Be sure to stop and drink some water when you get there." I assured him I would and set off for my run. The park was pretty big. There was a walkway around the perimeter of the park and a man-made pond in the center. I took the guard's advice and got a drink from the fountain and started my run. I wasn't sure how long the walkway was, but I was sweating profusely by the time I made two passes. I went and got another drink and headed back to the house. I jogged up to the gat and the guard let me in. He asked how my run was and I said " It's hotter than hell out there. I only got in two laps around the park." He said " You ran two laps. That's nearly five miles." I was surprised. I normally only run three miles in the morning. I thanked him for the advice on where to run and jogged back to my house. By the time I got back home, dad was up. As I walked in he said " Jesus. You scared the shit out of me. I got up and you weren't here. You really should leave a note." I said " Dad, I did leave a note. It is right here on the refridgerator. I only went for a run. I normally do that, and just because we live here now, I'm not going to stop. I have to keep in shape if I'm going to try out for swimming this year." Dad smiled and said " I really didn't think to look there. I'm glad you're thinking about going out for swimming this year. I talked with Brad's parents yesterday, and he was planning on doing the same thing. Maybe you'll have a workout partner." I said " That would be cool." I was trying to hide my excitement. We talked for a few more minutes and went up to shower again. I got really sweaty from my run. My shirt was soaked through and my shorts weren't much better. After I showered, I dressed for the day and went back downstairs. Dad and I talked over breakfast. I asked what had to be done when the movers got there. He said " Just stand there and tell them what to do. I paid them to set up the furnature, so the only thing we'll have to do is unpack boxes." I was relieved when I heard that. I really didn't feel like doing any work today. I hung around the house that day. I went down to the home theater to see what needed to be done to get it into shape. I fixed a few loose connections and worked on setting the eq controls. I had a talent for doing tis type of work. I heard the doorbell ring and figured it was the movers, so I just kept on working. I was in a small room behind the component tuning the system. I had a set of headphones on adjusting the bass levels for each chanel.
I felt a hand on my shoulder, and I nearly jumped out of my skin. It was Brad. He had this shit eating grin on his face. He was wearing a pair of umbro soccer shorts and a baggy tank top. I said " What are you trying to do give me a heart attack?" He said " I figured you you had it comming after yesterday." He was smiling and I just couldn't be mad at him. I shook his hand and explained what I was doing. He said " It seems like an awful lot of effort to go through just for a stereo." I said " It's not just a stereo." I came out from the room and picked yp the remote. I lowered the projector screen and lowered the lights. I pressed play on the vcr and the projector lit up the screen with the thx logo. He said " Oh man this is awsome. Did you know this was here when you bought the house?" I explained that it was one of the reason why we chose it. I don't like to brag, but it felt good to be envied. Brad said " Hey, did you still want to go see the neighborhood?" I said " yeah, just let me finish up here and we can go." I just turned everything off and started for the door. He said " you aren't going to go loke that are you? You'll roast out there dressed like that." I hadn't thought about it. I was wearing a pair of jeans and a long sleeve shirt. Not exactly the best thing to wear when it's 110 out. I told brad I'd change and be right back. He followed me right up to my room. I felt a little strange changing infront of him. I figured what the hell, and got undressed. I noticed he was checking me out. When I turned to look at him he looked away. This happened a few more times. I put on a pair of shorts and a t shirt. As I was lacing up my shoes I looked over and said " see anything you like?" He blushed and said " I --uh-- I wasn't looking at you." I said " It's ok, it's normal guys do it all the time. I figured you were just comparing me to everyone else." I felt the need to let him off the hook. He was caught and he knew it. I just had to tease him a little. I finished tying my shoes and gave him a pat on the back and we were off. I told my dad that Brad was going to show me around the neighborhood. Dad told me to stay close, because the movers would be there soon. We headed out, and Brad took me on a walking tour of the neighborhood. He told me that there was a walking patrol at night. Brad told me that it was one of the safest communities in the southeast. We stopped for a minute to rest under a eucalyptus tree. Brad said " Do you want to meet some of my friends?" I said " I don't know man. You see how much trouble I had meeting you. I'm not sure, if you say they're ok, I'll meet them." He said " Dude, relax. My friends are really cool people, and you will end up meeting them eventually. They're going to be going to the same school." We walked along for a while and walked up a driveway to a house. He knocked on the door. A blonde haired woman in her fourties opened the door. She had a distinctly texan accent. Brad said " Good morning Mrs. Welsh, is Arron home? I'd like him to meet David here." She said " He's in his room." Then she looked at me and said " So David, You are new here right? You moved into the old Douglas place." I said " Yes Mrs. welsh. My father was transferrd here as part of a promotion. He works in aerospace. The house is really nice. I never met the previous owners though." She said " Whell, I guess I'll let you go up to meet Aaron. I followed Brad through the house to a room with a level 4 biohazard sigh on it. Brad knocked on the door and a voice on the other side said "come in". We walked in and the room was a wreck. There were clothes all over the place. The room smelled suspiciously of pot. Aaron was at his computer watching a movie. How to describe Aaron? Aaron is around 5'4 100lbs, blonde hair that was parted to the side, and fell into his face and had to pull it back ocasionally. He was wearing a pair of cargo pants and no shirt. He had nicely developed pecs an equally impressive 6 pack. He stood up to sy hello and there was a clear outline of a 7 in dick. He said " Brad who is your friend here?" Brad said " This is David. David meet Aaron." We shook hands and he motioned us ove to have a seat on his bed. Brad said " Dave moved here from New York. I met him when he and his dad were looking at the old Douglas place. He's a little shy so be nice to him." I blushed and tried my best to speak without stammering. I said " N-nice t-to meet you." SHIT I did it again. I froze. I didn't know what to do other than wait for his reaction. Brad said " Dave has some trouble meeting new people. He.." I cut him off. I said " Th-that's s-something I n-n-need t-t-to say. I d-d-do it when i'm n-nervous" Aaron said " That's cool dude. No need to be nervous. Just relax and when you feel comfortable, tell me about yourself." I was relieved. I wasn't used to that reaction. Back home I would have been laughed at. I sat for a minute. I gathered all my courage and spoke again. I said " Whell, my dad was transferred here as part of a promotion. I'm 15. I like jazz, modern rock, and techno music. I hate plastic people and I am a champion swimmer." Aaron said " Dude, you swim? That is so awsome. Brad and I are going to go out for the swim team this year. Are you?" I said I was, and we talked about my swimming career to that point. I held a few record for time and one for distance. I'm one of the few people to have succesfully swan across Lake Ontario. For those of you who don't know, it is one of the great lakes. It is the last lake before the St. Lawrence. It's about 15 miles across. The currents are fierce. They sat and listened as I told them of my acomplishments. I offered to show them my trophies as proof, but the said they belieived me. Aaron said " Dude, if you don't go out for the team, I'll personally beat your ass." I said " I wasn't looking forward to this move unti I found out there was a team here. After I found out, I had my dad contact the school and get the specs on the pool sent to us. I really do want to get on the team. Do you think I'll have any trouble?" Brad said " Dave you'll probably have to promise to join the team just to get the coach off your back." We hung out for a little while longer talking. I just couldn't resist asking. I said " Were you uh... smoking in your room before we came?" I grinned. He got this panicked look on his face and said " Uh.. um.. I don't know what you are talking about." I said " Aaron,..it's ok I was just busting your chops. You should considder some air freshener the next time you smoke a bowl though." He said " How did you know I was smoking a bowl?" I got up and pulled it out from under his monitor stand. I said " It was still burning when I sat down." He looked really scared at this point. I had to let him off the hook, but the look on his face was priceless. I pulled my little one hitter out of my pocket and tossed it over to him. He immediately broke into a smile. I don't normally discuss it with people, but I smoke pot ocasionally, and NO I don't do any other drugs. I don't even drink. I looked over at Brad, and he was kind of stunned. I said " I hope I didn't disappoint you. I just do it to relax. I find that I don't stammer as much. When people pick on you for the way you speak, you will do whatever it takes to correct it." Brad said " Dude, you just surprised me is all. Mr superjock gets high. I wish I'd known." I said " Taht seems to me my motto in life." Aaron said " Here try this. I got it from one of my friends. I'll introduce him to you sometime." I passed, explaining that I had to be there for the movers when they came, and most importantly, I didn't want to get caught by my dad. We agreed to get together later that night. We left shortly afterward, and walked back to my house. I saw the moving truck there. Brad asked if he could come along. Who was I to refuse.
Whell, I'm going to end it there for now. I know some of you are surprised to find out that I did drugs. I no longer do. I quit shortly into my junior year. I found that I no longer needed it to curtail my stammering. I progressed in my growth to a point where meeting poeple no longer scared me. I do not advocate drug usage. However, I WILL NOT JUDGE THOSE WHO DO. They have their reasons. I worry about myself in that respect. If a friend is using at an unhealth level, I will point it out. I hope this doesn't stop you from reading the story, but like I said, I am writing this story for me. I hope that you as a reader will gain some insight from it, that is only a side benefit.
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