Hey guys. This is my first shot at "erotic" writing. E-mail me at NOVeLNAC@aol.com and tell me what you think.
Hi there. My name is Samuel Evans, Sam for short. For those who care, I'm short for my age (which would be 18). I'm only 5'4" (5'4" 1/2 on a good day), and stand at 148 pounds, the majority of it muscle gained from years of both hockey and lacrosse. My hair is a shaggy blonde and my eyes a hazel that leans more towards green. At the current time that I write to you I have graduated from high school. I'm "grown up" now, for what it's worth. The class of 2003 has come and gone, but my story goes back many, many years. Go back four years to my first year of high school, when I was shorter, less confident and... well... a dork.
It was mid-1998. It was hot as hell here in South Carolina. More than anything, it was the humidity that got to one rather than the heat. No matter how you looked at it, the whole situation sucked. My first year in high school and here I was, sweating me ass off in hot, musty, dumpy trailers. And it was only 7:45 am; it was bound to get worse! Now, as I mentioned, I was a bit of a dork. I was the first one to my class, English class. I took a seat on the middle and to the left in the five rows of six chairs, crammed into the trailer. Soon after, many more came piling in. I found my friends, they found me and all was right with the seating world. Around the room, seats were taken by the people they knew. The bell rang at 7:55 and people slowly stopped arriving, but my friends were around me so I didn't notice. It was then the teacher, Mrs. Dobson, spoke. "Good afternoon students. Welcome to Knightsville High..."
The teacher trailed off as my ADD took over. My eyes wandered around the room, taking in the sights such as those stupid inspirational signs ("You miss school, you miss out!") and the trinkets she had acquired over the years from past students. Minutes passed, the National Anthem and Pledge of Allegiance was played. We stood up and sat down at the appropriate times. Life was good until, "Now children... assigned seat time." A normal collective groan came from over the class. Everyone was assigned their seats in the alphabetical order until E. My name was called; I sat in my assigned seat around no one I knew. The year would be long. "Heather Fay," Mrs. Dobson said. From the front of the class I saw her come. Heather Fay... she had been in my gym class in 8th grade. I doubt she remembered me.
Heather had something about her. She was a girl next-door, classic beauty. Someone everyone would feel free to call "cute" no matter his or her choice of size and shape. She was small, around 5'1". She had to be, she was one of the JV cheerleaders. She weighed no more than 90 pounds. She had the prettiest blonde hair and nicest blue eyes. Not to mention those lovely thighs and gorgeous ass that came from years of gymnastics and dancing. Not only that, but she had the cutest little toes (one of my guilty pleasures in life is girls' toes, not sucking them, but I think they're cute). As she approached, I shyly glanced over her. She took a seat behind me. "Hey Evan." She said as she set up her desk, "Hey Heather..." I replied, somewhat meekly. Maybe this year wouldn't be so long after all.
The first week of high school passed rather uneventfully for me. Heather and I talked a few times. Turns out she did remember me. My best memory was going against her in softball. She was pitching, I was hitting. The at bat before, I screamed a long shot into the field. It was a home run, no doubt. This was against a different pitcher, but I was bound to do the same thing, all to impress her. I failed miserably, grounding out to second. Bah humbug. This was never brought up, but she did mention her football player boyfriend, Eric. Naturally I was envious. But in the world of High School, that's the way life is. The football players get the cheerleaders and ROTC dorks such as myself (seemed like a good idea when they came to middle school and put on a fancy show, honest!) got the leftovers.
That Friday night I had my friend Stan over. Stan was supposed to be in the same grade as I, but he was lazy. He did virtually no work and thus failed. He was back in middle school another year. Stan is about 5'9", a little on the chunky side with black hair and brown eyes. Somehow he had managed to bag a few girlfriends in the years we were in middle school together, yet I hadn't. I chalked it up to the Italian in him. Stan and I were busily doing teenage stuff. It was around ten and night, we were in my room and talking about, what else? Girl's and sex. He'd had the girls, but not had the sex. I'd had fantasies. Did I forget to mention that I was a shy dork?
A knock came at my door. "Yeah?" The door opened and in came my mom. "I'm going to bed guys. Keep it down, all right?" "Yeah mom, sure." The door was once again shut. We talked for another fifteen minutes and, it seems, at the same time realized it was very, very warm in my room. Stan had brought his swimsuit, and my back yard had supplied the pool. Naturally, on the warm and humid South Carolinian nights, the pool was the perfect thing to do. Once my suit was on, I was quickly in the pool. Naturally, Stan was not far behind.
The pool water was just perfect. We swam, hit each other with Noodles, and floated on the assorted rafts and such that was available. For a while it was comfortably silent. Then the urge hit me. I slipped off of the raft and into the water, then out of the pool. "I'll be back. Gotta piss!" I said as I ran into the house and into the bathroom. I did my business and came back out. The house was freezing and I only wanted to get back into the bath-water pool. I ran from the porch, to the deck, and did an impressive (if I say so myself) dive into the pool. I came up to the surface, brushing water from my eyes. I shook the water from my head and saw something
I gasped for a second when I realized that his swimsuit was floating next to me in the warm waters. I had been skinny dipping before, but only by myself. I'm an only child, and the only other person in the household was my mother. No way I'm skinny dipping with her. Stan was in the raft and I could see nothing, only his matted black hair in the dim moonlight. I swallowed, my heart beating heavily. "Stan?" I asked. "Yeah man?" I looked at him as he slowly drifted into view. "Um... you missing something?" He crawled out of the raft and into the water before saying anything. Once into the warmth of the pool he said, "Nah... not missing it..." with a smirk. "Come on. It's weird being the only one."
I thought for a moment and shrugged to myself. Why the hell not? Off came my trunks, onto the porch. He followed suite, tossing his trunks next to mine. "Are you saying you've never gone skinny dipping?" he asked me, with that same smirk. "Oh yeah... plenty of times. Just not with anyone before... is all..." I cleared my throat as I slowly finished my sentence. For a moment there was an air of awkward silence. It was broken up, however, by the sound of a Noodle narrowly missing my head and splashing into the water. Things went about as usual for the next half an hour, when we both decided the pool had run it's course and that it was time to get out.
Stan was the first one out, only wrapping himself in a towel and not bothering with a suit. The only thing I could get a glimpse of was his ass, and it was nothing to look at. I was after, putting on my towel and laying our suits out to dry. "Wanna play GoldenEye?" he asked. "Sure thing. Lead the way."
We had made our way back up into my room and I was busily setting up the Nintendo 64 so that we could death match in GoldenEye. "Which level do you want?" I asked as I turned around. Stan was naked, using the towel to dry his mess of hair out. I couldn't help myself but look. Especially since his eyes were covered by the towel. Then I saw his cock. It was nothing special to the casual observer, but this was a first for me. Stan's penis was uncircumcised. All my life it'd just been myself and mine, except for those innocent baths as four and five year olds with my friends in Maryland. This was the first uncut cock I'd ever seen. It's intrigued me, and I couldn't help but stare. "Just set it for random." was his muffled reply. I did so and then went back to his member. He tossed the towel away and my attention quickly shot back to the TV screen.
Stan sat next to me casually, his naked body calling to me. I love to be naked, but this was the first time I had been naked with anyone other than myself. "What have we here?" Stan asked, that smirk returning as his eyes gazed downward. I followed his gaze and, I'm sure, blushed deeply when I realized that I had a rather large tent in my towel. "I, uh... I love this game..." I said, that meekness coming back out in me. He chuckled softly and said sharply, "Take off the damn towel. It's nothing either of us haven't seen." Somewhat helplessly, I did as requested. My member stood out five inches and was about an inch thick. I guessed it was okay for a 14 year old.
I went about my way, albeit nervously, at the game. We played a handful of games when Stan said, "Let's make a bet. The first one to three deaths has to be the other ones slave for the rest of the night and day." Perplexed, I agreed to the deal. Of course, damned if it wasn't the first time Stan had beaten me not twice, but three times at the game. I figured some menial tasks were at hand, but I was wrong.
"Okay... lie down and close your eyes." He didn't bother to turn off the game he just went for it. Being as I was the slave, I did as told. I lie there, not knowing what to expect when I felt a hand wrap around my semi-soft cock. I tensed a bit as he stroked me slowly. Soon I was hard as a rock and throbbing. I was somewhat disappointed when his hand left my cock and left me there, eyes closed, erect, and wondering. I felt something warm and soft come over my head and down my shaft. It was also wet and started to run around my shaft and head quickly in a circle. My hips thrust forward and I let out a silent gasp as I grabbed at the sheets. To hell with being a slave! My eyes shot open and I saw his mouth over my cock. It was half way in as his head bobbed slowly, his tongue rolling around my member. My hips thrust into his mouth and I began to groan. Things began to get intense. I saw bright lights all around as my hips thrust more. My breath was getting shorter. I knew I was about to cum. I was so close... and he stopped.
I looked down at him with furious and curious eyes. Why had he done that? Why had he stopped? "Your turn." With that, he lie down. His uncut cock, something about it enticed me to go ahead. It curved, almost like a banana. Oh, mine did too, but his did so at a more severe degree. "Just like I did."
I nodded and swallowed nervously as I began to stroke his hard member. It was the first one other than mine I'd touched. I curved so oddly, and the head poked a little bit out of the foreskin. I pulled the foreskin back to look at the head. Mine was light pink and more of a dome. His was a dark, almost purple and seemed to be almost pointed like an arrow.
My lips slowly closed around his member. I paused for half a second as the taste of his skin and the salty yet somewhat sweet pre-cum filled my mouth. I then began to bob up and down slowly, his tongue rolling circles around the head and shaft slowly. My hand cupped his balls and rolled them around as I found a rhythm with which I was comfortable. Up and down, slowly, but dutifully as his hips began to thrust his cock deeper into my mouth. He wasn't very long, four and a half at most, so I was in no danger of gagging. That warm, throbbing member slipped in and out of my lips quicker with each growing minute. He didn't moan, but his breathing was heavier and heavier. I knew what was coming (pardon the pun) but could only hope that he would tell me to stop when the time was right.
Closer and closer he was coming to his peak. His thrusts were getting closer together as my mouth did it's best to do it's job. He then let out a soft moan of, "... stop..." which I quickly agreed to. I felt bad though. He had left me on the brink and I couldn't do the same.
My hand squeezed that cock and began to pump it quickly. He closed his eyes and moaned again, his hips thrusting into the air. His breathing became faster and faster. My eyes became glued to the cock as it twitched a little, then the twitching came faster and faster. Finally, his hips suspended in the air and he groaned as his warm, thick cum shot out of his cock and onto his stomach and my hand. I pumped as much out of him as I could, not really realizing what I was doing. When he became soft, my hand left its former resting place.
I lie down next to him and handed him a box of tissues. He cleaned his mess up and without warning began to stroke me again. His other hand cupped my balls as I had done to him. Within the minute, my cum came oozing out of my cock, into the air and onto his hand and my stomach, all the while I was groaning in pure ecstasy. I cleaned up my mess and looked at him, warm and sweaty. "Now what?" I asked tiredly. "It's time to sleep." He yawned as he covered himself up and I did to, but not before stealing a feel of his soft member...