Hello everyone. I'm new to writing stories, at least ones that are read by other people, so any feedback would be appreciated. You can email me at omgdannywriter@hotmail.com and I've set up a tumblr as well at omgdannywriter.tumblr.com (I noticed a lot of people have been doing that recently so I hope you enjoy the content there too).
All the usual disclaimers stand - the characters and events of this story are entirely fictional and ever part is played by an actor over the age of 18 (or 21, whatever it is where you are). Don't read this story if you are offended by the idea of teenage boys engaging in sexual acts with each other.
This first chapter is just to set up the characters and the background. Future chapters will build upon this and will include sexual elements which will increase as we go further into the story.
Gaining Silver - Chapter 1
Luke was, simply put, the sexiest boy I had ever seen in of my 16 years on the planet. When I make such a statement, I'm not being grandiose, nor am I exaggerating even a little. I genuinely mean every single word of that: I've looked around to see if I can find a sexier boy anywhere else in the world and it cannot be done. Now, I can appreciate that the vast majority of you will be sat, or laid, there thinking that that sentence is one of the most unrealistic that you have ever read – there are beautiful boys everywhere, in every country, so of course there must be even more amazing specimens of male beauty. But you don't know Luke. You haven't been in his presence and had all of his attention turn onto you. You haven't heard the brilliantly melodical tones of his voice as he speaks directly to you. That wonderful boy is more attractive than any other boy I'd seen in real life, any actor in the movies or any singer currently in the charts. He was, in a word, stunning.
As you may have worked out by now, it is very fair to say that I am absolutely in love with Luke. Head over heels, madly in love with the boy. Looking back, I think I have been since I first came into contact with him when we both started primary school at the age of 5. As soon as I saw him across the playground, I knew I had to be friends with him. I sought him out and, pretty much, forced him to become my friend. Since then, we've spent a huge amount of time together and, even now, 11 years later, we are the best of friends.
He and I have very few secrets. We've spent too much time around each other for secrets to exist. To be honest, we've held sleepovers with each other so many times that I could probably draw an incredibly detailed version of his naked body with my eyes closed. He was perfection from head to toe. His blond, messy hair was that perfect mix of styled and natural that it looks amazing whilst also appearing as though he is far too cool to spend any real amount of time on it. It's unusual to see lads of our age who still have hair as fair as Luke's but that just made him stand out even further.
His face was quite angular with clearly defined cheekbones and a strong jawline. Each of his features, from his brilliant blue eyes to his soft rose-tinted lips, appeared as if they had been chosen to suit him perfectly. At 16, he'd retained that cuteness that comes with a baby face but you could already see the suggestions as to what his final adult face would look like.
Luke's body was chiselled from years of playing football; the level of muscle tone he had was divine. It was just the right amount: anymore and he'd look unnatural but any less and he wouldn't be meeting his potential. I'd seen him naked multiple times and there were no secrets there. In fact, about a year ago, we'd even wanked together and, for the briefest of moments, handled each other's dicks.
It hadn't even been my suggestion. Luke had found a porn video in his older brother's room and stolen it. We were there, in his bedroom, watching the movie with all of the volume turned down. Our eyes were glued to the screen, although I was really looking more at the incredibly hung and sexy man rather than the woman that he was pounding. We'd both been adjusting ourselves in our boxers when Luke first floated the idea of wanking to it.
That wasn't that unusual. We'd wanked at the same time as each other before but then he pushed it another step and, with very little persuading, I found myself with my teen hand wrapped around his throbbing 5-inch cock and he held a tight grip on mine.
It had felt amazing. I'd taking my eyes from the movie and spent the rest of the time just watching his cock as my hand worked it over. We'd both shot huge loads in the end but I think that was part of the problem. Whilst he'd been hard, Luke had been very up for playing together but, as soon as he shot his load, every aspect of his horniness waned and things were left feeling very awkward indeed. It had never happened again but I did know that he had grown from the 5 inches that he was then to a very respectable 6.5 inches now. He told me that on one of our most recent sleepovers.
Luke had hit puberty before I did and one of the first things to develop was his body hair. His legs were hairy - something I found utterly irresistible and I struggled to concentrate every single time he had them exposed - and he had a pair of soft, smooth size 11 feet. I don't know why but, sometimes, I found myself staring at these when he came around to my house. He'd slip his trainers and socks off and there was always something so... naughty about him being barefoot whilst the rest of him was dressed. I can appreciate that some people will find that weird but I just loved it when he was barefoot or, even better, we were both barefoot together.
Luke could likely have done similar in a description of me. At least, I'd like to think that he could: if he was able to then it meant that me knowing so much about his physicality wasn't weird. In reality, he probably didn't even know that my eyes are green or he'd only be able to guess because of my auburn/brown hair. He'd know that he was bigger and stronger than me because he took great delight in pointing this out as often as he could. Don't get me wrong, I'm not a weakling - I'm just smaller than his 6ft frame. He definitely wouldn't be able to tell you about my dick now. He hasn't seen mine since that day that we touched each other's. I've deliberately kept it hidden as I've been so paranoid about getting hard in front of him.
So why am I telling you so much about Luke? Well, other than the fact that I'm legitimately obsessed with him, he's the reason I'm in my current predicament. See, Luke decided that he wanted to try for his Duke of Edinburgh award at the silver level during our time in Year 11. Nothing wrong with that, is there? Except that Luke didn't want to do it on his own; he wanted me to do it with him. "Come on, Joe," he'd said to me, "You know you'd really love it." "Hmm... I'd love having a load of extra work to do when we're in the middle of our GCSEs?" He'd smiled at that: "That's exactly why we have to do it! We'll need something to blow off some steam." I'd tried to dissuade him: I gave him multiple reasons why it was a bad idea but these were ignored; I explain to him that I didn't want to do it but he just didn't believe that and said that I did want to and I even tried simply telling him that I wasn't going to do it. "That's it!" I'd had enough by this point, "Luke, I'm not doing this." He just looked at me with a huge grin upon his face and, three days later, my registration email dropped into my inbox.
"Well I just knew you'd want to spend some extra time with me," he had said, with a cheeky grin, when I told him about the email. It was then that I realised that, with his level of stubbornness, there was no point trying to defy him.
To be honest, that's how our friendship had always worked. He would decide what he wanted and what was going to happen and I was the more chilled one who just went along with whatever he chose. It sounds quite pathetic when you see it written out like that but, for me, I just wanted to make Luke happy and if that meant that I had to do things I didn't want to do or put my own needs second then so be it.
For those from outside of the UK, the Duke of Edinburgh award is one that sees each participant have to pick up new skills and physical activities over time. We have to volunteer in the community and we need to plan, resource and run an expedition independent of adult involvement. Well, actually, we needed to do two expeditions because you had to do a practice one first and then the real one later in the year. To be honest, that's what is giving me my current problem. See, it's time for us to do our practice. We'd need to run a 3-day, 2-night camp during which we'd have to travel over a huge distance. And the best thing about it; as we are the only two participants from our school, we'll have to join with 2 other guys from a different school.
Everything would have been so much easier if the other two boys had both been ugly. It was bad enough that I'd have to spend a feel weekend resisting my sexual desires for Luke but now I had three beautiful boys to dream about.
David was tall and lean with short, almost shaved, dark hair. His build wasn't quite that of Luke's but it wasn't far off. He'd turned up to the planning meeting in shorts: showing off his very sexy tanned hairy legs. This boy was a beast! Every inch of his legs was covered in the thick black hair and I imagined that, when he was older, it would cover the rest of his body. He was 16, like us, but his appearance just screamed 'man!'
On the other side of the spectrum, you had Oliver. Standing at 5ft5, he was shorter than I was and he looked to be skinnier too but it was hard to tell. There was one particular part of Oliver that drew my eyes however. He had the most delicious looking apple bum that I'd ever seen. I'd even go so far as to say that it was sexier than Luke's.
At the planning meeting, both David and Oliver came across as being really lovely and, after we'd finished all of the planning aspects, I actually found myself looking forward to going on the weekend with the pair of them and with Luke, of course. I just hoped I could keep my urges under control.
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