Thanks to all of you who wrote back to me, it really motivates me to continue the story. Well here Chap 2 to all you great people. Gonna try and make it longer.
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This story is Based on mostly true events but Locations and other situations and names are changed to protect the people involved. If you are not 18, not into homosexual romance or sex, then don't read this. Also don't read it if you know it's illegal. This story contains sex between two consenting minors. This is my first story so please write back if you would like to hear more. Also there is a fine line between constructive criticism and downright flaming. So do me a favor and cool down if the story sucked and you want me to know how bad it was.
It's 6pm right now, and prepping to go to choir, I wanted to look good for him but not overdo it you know. I put on my Levis and topped it with my favorite orange tee ( I love Orange and Green...no football relation). I spiked my hair and wore my favorite Islander beads. I got in my truck and headed over to the auditorium. I walked briskly through the empty school going past the locker that I had first met that gorgeous boy and his infectious smile. I grew up running for many positions in the student body and other class organizations, but I had never felt this nervous before, the only other time I was this nervous was the first time I had to speak in front of everyone at my fifth grade graduation ( oh how I dreaded that day... lucky thing I wore my old spice cause I was sweating like I had run a marathon and trust me I know how bad that feels...and smells). I reached for the handle and a million things went through my mind, too bad I couldn't process any of the things drowning my senses. I was ten minutes late so I figured everyone would be doing their own thing, so I walked into the room.
Silence...and stares. "Hi" I said with as much confidence as I could muster, but my echo soon had me blushing crimson red. I heard a few giggles and snickers in the room. "Can I help you" I was staring at all these people, did they go to my school, I didn't recognize any of them. "ahem, sir, I said may I help you" " Oh my bad names Pat was hoping I could try out for choir" I heard even louder snickers now, and some downright laughing. "Quiet! Yes Mr....Mr. Patrick you may have a seat in the back and watch the class for tonight. I will go over the rules and other formalities later. But for now just have a seat." I sat looking amongst the 20 or so students, why haven't I seen them, this school was relatively small. I noticed about two people from my Marine Bio Class, so I waved to them, them giggled to each other and whispered something into each others ears. I heard laughter. (hmm not even a wave back...stuck up). (sniff) What is that intoxicating scent, like vanilla and apples, with a hint of musk. It was rather strong. (gasp) There in front of me sat the object of my affection. I was awe struck. "Michael, will you please stand and sing a chorus from "I'll be there" He stood up slowly and was visibly shaking. "No prob Diamore". ( Woah). In front of my face I was now three inches away from his ass, I had it bad. " I'll be there to protect you, with an unselfish love and respect for you..." He sang and sang. I couldn't help it, I was getting hard. I could feel my meat pushing against my jeans. (I shoulda wore that jock strap). His voice was definitely captivating, I could see why he joined choir. It would be a crime to hide that voice. My lust soon died down. I just lost myself in that amazing sound that was, his voice. The three hours passed by all too quickly and as the students were leaving the building heading to their cars I took a moment to pull Mikey to the side. "Man that was amazing you have an excellent voice. I am so jealous right now, but bro seriously you should be in music videos or some shit like that, that was off the hook for real." He stared at the ground for a while, his cheeks looked flush (was he blushing? Nah, Wishful thinking). "Thanks Ace I mean it, it means a lot coming from you" He walked off without saying anymore. He walked to this blonde girl and she whispered in his ear. He blushed then punched her arm, she laughed out loud directing attention to both herself and Mikey. Hmm I know that girl, she was in my freshman class for band. Marissa, she looked different now that once blonde Fitch girl, was now a dirty blonde punk girl. A lot changes in people in two years. I was given the intro into the choir and rules and all the other necessities that went along with becoming a new member. Then it dawned on me, like a sunrise that couldn't be stopped. (Wait...I can't sing... Oh boy this is gonna get interesting).
I got out of the car and went into the house. I smelled it... it was strong tonight. The house reeked of bud light and ciggs. "Boy! What the hell you doin home so late you ungrateful piece of shit" " Sorry dad I had Choir practice" "Choir, you pansy good for nothing ass. You were suppose to rotate the tires tonight and do the back yard." "I did do the tires before I left and the yard was done yesterday." "You back talking son of a bitch. Get out of here and make sure you clear out the garage tomorrow, no going out unless it's done." (Great another boring Saturday) I walked quickly to my room and escaped the malice that is my dad. On top of his drinking problems, he also gambles (causing me and my mom over 40,000 dollars in debt), does drugs (A fact the heats me up more than anything else) and sleeps with other women (I have had the unfortunate luck to have met a few of them including my new 1 year old half brother Chris). The only reason my mom is still with this creep is because of my brother and sisters (mostly my sisters). I consider him more of a father than a dad. A Father creates you and gives you life, A dad is the same...but he raises you and takes care of you. I grew up by myself for the longest time I could remember. My mom had to pull double shifts in order to pay off my dads gambling habits. I also have to pull my weight around with chores and having a part time job at Mickey D's. I close the door to my room, my one haven from all this crap. I lay in my bad, Mikey angelic voice ringing in my ear, and I soon find myself in deep sleep.
"Beep, Beep, Beep" I turn to my left and see it is now 6 am. I hull myself out of bed (I am so not a morning person). I take a bath and recount yesterdays events. I picture Mikey's butt in my face and remember his powerful scent. I start rubbing the soap in my hands and run the bar up my toned frame. I then take the rag and lather it generously with my velocity body wash. I start with my neck and glide it over my smooth brown skin. I imagine him planting kisses on my neck. (aw yea Mikey just like that, lick my neck) I trace the rag to my chest. Each pec carefully outlined by tons of pushups from football and a rigorous workout from wrestling. I once again imagine mikey lips carefully planting kisses on each of my meaty nipples. I squeeze the rag (Oh yea Mikey, bite my nipples, gasp aw yeah that's it baby bite your honey nipples) I then worked down towards my abs. (Yeah that it, kiss my abs, worship them, I know you love it. Nice and tight for ya.) Now I go further down. By now my cock was hard and engorged, begging for release. I close my eyes. I look down and see his face. So soft and sweet. Innocent and yet sexy. He hold the length in his hand like a piece of candy. I can feel his hot breath on my cock. (oh shit) He kisses the tip of it. "Oh yea Mikey just like that, kiss your baby's cock." As if that was the go signal he started licking up and down my hard shaft. He then placed his tongue on my balls and lapped at it like a puppy. "Aw yea babe lick my jock balls. Full of cum for your sweet mouth." I could feel him taking each ball into his mouth. Then he moved up and placed his lips on my swollen knob. He began to slide his mouth down my cock. He had three inches in his mouth, and he was moaning (oh god). His moaning on my cock was making me hysterical. "Oh yeah babe, just like that". He then had all six inches of my cock engulfed in his warm succulent mouth. His innocent face looking up at me. I could tell that even though he had my whole cock in his mouth he was grinning. He began to bob up and down my cock and at the same time he played with my balls. He was pushing me over the edge. "Oh yea babe take my cock" He then moved his lips from my cock and began looked up at me. I could hear him say "Yea ace give it to me" He then swallowed my cock, causing a sensation to envelop my young teen body. It was like I was in heaven. (Oh shit). I felt it. I felt a big orgasm it was so strong. Five long ropes of hot cum landed on my chest and two dribbled on to my pubes. I slowly awoke out of my daydream fantasy. (sigh if only it wasn't a dream). I looked down to see my softening cock. Hanging between my legs. I was spent. All that pent up stress and energy were gone. (This is why coach says no sex or jacking off during the season). I was relieved and I could feel myself drift off to sleep.
"PJ!!!" (Family calls me PJ)I could hear the banging on the door. "What are you doing in there. It's almost seven and I need to go to Cassandra's house." Shit, I slept in the restroom for nearly an hour. "I'll be out soon" I walked out with water dripping from my body. The towel tied snuggly across my athletic frame. I saw my sis. "What the hell took so long in there anyway I've been waiting for nearly 20 minutes. (Think Ace think) "I'm constipated Tanya and what of it" It was gross but it was a good reply. "Next time use the restroom downstairs"
I looked in the garage. I had my work cut out for me. The tools from yesterday we're everywhere. I was so in a rush to get to practice that after I rotated the tires I left the tools splayed out on the ground. I began the work and finished at about nine o clock. Then I look across the street about two houses away and I saw Mikey washing his car. (What the...) I couldn't believe it, the object of my affection was two houses away. I walked over to his house not sure what I was going to say. "You live here?" (Smooth Patrick...Real Smooth) He looked up and fell to the ground. Guess I scared him. "Shit bro do you always do that" "Nah I just saw you and didn't notice you lived so close, did you know I stay right over there" "yea!" (wow he said that pretty quickly) as if he caught himself before saying something he then restated "...I mean yea, I saw your car after school that day that I met you. (Hmm, I don't remember showing him my car). He spoke this time "So I guess I'll see you on Friday huh." "Yea count on it bro, can't wait" Truth was I couldn't wait to see him again, but I really didn't want to have to sing in front of anyone, let alone in front of a bunch of people whom openly snickered at my very presence. In all honesty I have a terrible voice, wait terrible would be putting it lightly. I was grabbing lunch and decided to have lunch in the "game room" where I knew Mikey would be. Blaine saw me heading there "Hey bro what's up with that man, aren't you gonna chill with us" "Sorry bro not today" I saw a look of disappointment, but also a look of hurt. This was getting strange so I quickly added " Bro you know I would love nothing more than to bounce with you to Burger King and pick up a Whopper but my Anatomy grade is telling me to check with Mr. Snead. He soon brightened up. "Okay bro I'll see you at practice today." I groaned. I hated Wednesday practice, it was the 4 mile run, I was good at sprints but long distance was never my thing. Which is why I had come to dread Wednesdays.
I went into the classroom. It was pretty loud and busy, but as soon as I walked in, all eyes were on me. Some looked at me with scorn...others with hate. (What did I ever do to them, this group definitely needs Prozac) I looked nervously around the room, trying to avoid there glares. (this is ridiculous I never did anything to any of them) then it hit me maybe some of the other jocks did things to them. The other jocks were bullies, I stayed clear of them. I didn't like their crowd and me and Blaine made a promise not to move to chill with them at all. I found Mr. Snead and he began giving me a review on the brain. Mikey soon walked up to me. I saw Marissa in the back of the room smiling. He looked up at me slowly then muttered "Hi" "Hey bro was sup" "Just kicking it here with my friend Rissa...What are you doing here" "Oh just getting an anatomy review. I suck at science." He chuckled "You suck but I swallow" I saw him blush. I just laughed at him and we joked throughout the whole lunch period. I learned that he like to draw and that Marissa saw his drawing on his first day here and became his instant friend. In this room he met several people with similar interest and that he liked to chill here and do some sketches. I was going over various sketches all of them were of buildings and landscapes. In the back was a picture of...me...or at least it looked like me. Wow. He drew a picture of me. He quickly grabbed his book and walked out the door, Marissa got up shot me a glare and went after him. (What was that all about).
Practice came and we we're running past seven eleven. I was falling behind like always, and just like always Blaine pulled back and ran along side me. He always did that, and in the end it meant both of us would be doing 75 pushups. I was always glad he did cause it was never just me. As soon as practice was over we hit the showers. I entered the room and was hit by the scent of sweat, musk, and man. It was intoxicating and filled with teen testosterone. I stripped off my clothes and headed for the shower. Since I was near last everyone was practically gone. I rinsed the shampoo off my hair and looked around. There was Blaine. Staring at me, as if in a daze. He was just looking at me, or was he day dreaming. Never really figured out that boy. I got in my car and Blaine ran towards me. "Yo, bro could you give me a ride home, I missed the bus." "Man soon I'm gonna start charging you fare". Chuckle " Hop in bro we'll grab a bite and head over to my house. You can help me with the craddle that coach was trying to teach us." His eyes lit up "Awesome bro" We went to my front yard and practiced for about two hours. Sweat plastered to both our bare chests. Our figures outlined and visibly exhausted. I laid on the grass and looked up. I saw Ian across the street just looking down from his window. As soon as I made eye contact he moved away. Then Blaine jumped on me He pinned my arms to the side. His lips we're three inches from my face. It looked serious but concerned. He then said "Say Uncle" I didn't give up that easily. I pushed him off and put him in the cradle lock we had been practicing. (Oh yeah whose the master). " Nice try bro, but your gonna have to do better than that" He got up dusted his pants. "shit it's almost six gotta get home and fix dinner, see ya later tomorrow okay Ace" I got up walked into the house and took a nice cold shower. I then headed for the kitchen and fried Chicken and made some Rice. I slept peacefully that night. The next day came and went, and soon the day I dreaded most was at hand. (Shit Friday came way too soon)