This is my first attempt at erotic fiction. If you have any comments about this story, then mail me. (Oh, yeah, all flames are deleted with gleeful abandon!)
YOUNG AWAKENINGS
The week before I had turned 15. This week I was starting at a new school. It didn't bother me much, the move, since I had always been the loner type and didn't have any actual friends in my hometown. To be honest, I was excited. This would be the first time I had moved anywhere, and I was looking forward to new things.
My first day at the new school went off ok. After visiting with the principal to hand him my transfer papers, I was given my schedule and shown to my first class, History.
I walked in feeling nervous. All eyes were on me, and I knew what would come next. After all, I had seen it happen back home.
"Class, we have a new student. His name is Cory Williams. Mr Williams," the History teacher turned to me, peering over his glasses, "please take a seat."
Glancing around the classroom, trying to ignore the inquisitive eyes staring intently at me, taking my measure, searching for any flaws or possible weaknesses, I noticed only one empty desk. I walked calmly over to it and sat down, dropping my backpack on the floor next to me.
"You can open your textbook to page 34, Mr Williams."
Which I did, realising that I knew a bit about what was being taught. The rest of the lesson went by rather quickly. When the bell rang the class erupted into a frenzy of kids desperate to escape, thankful for at least a short break between classes. Looking at my schedule, I noticed that Biology was my next stop. The only thing was, I had no idea where the Biology class was.
A hand fell on my shoulder and a golden haired kid peered over my shoulder at my schedule.
"Hey, Biology with Ms Perkins! That's my next stop too. Come on, I'll show you."
I jumped up and followed this kid, wondering if he was part of some initiation gang lurking outside, ready to pull me into the boys toilets and give me their own brand of welcome!
"My name's Scott, Scott Gale."
"I'm Cory, Williams." I blushed, realising my mistake. "But of course, you knew that!"
Scott chuckled. For the first time I looked him in the face...and was stunned. The feelings that came over me I couldn't explain. Hell, I hadn't felt anything like this before. It was warm but frightening at the same time. My stomach twisted into a knot as I beheld his sparkling blue eyes, his smooth flesh, the way his hair was cut, his nose, the mouth, the gorgeous physique!
He looked strangely at me then, and I looked away quickly, feeling the blood rush to my face, wondering if he would make mention of this to his friends, give me a reputation as...as what? Weird? Perv? Gay?
Gay! Where did that word come from? I had looked at pictures of naked women before, and once spied on a porno film through a neighbour's window. Then I realised that I never got the same feeling I did when I beheld Eric. Was it attraction, or was it just that maybe here was someone I wanted to get to know better as a friend?
"Hey, Cory, you listening?"
"Wha..? Sorry. What was that?"
"I said you may have seen me before, in magazines. I'm a model."
Here was my way out, handed to me on a silver platter which I could not refuse. "Oh, yeah, that's why you looked familiar."
"Yeah, do a lot of stuff for Young Athlete magazine, summer fashions, that sort of thing."
I nodded, thankful for this escape route. "Yup, that's the one!" I agreed.
"Well, here's the Biology class." He started to enter, then paused, turned and said quietly. "There ain't no Young Athlete magazine, pal."
I just stood there a few moments. Stunned. Embarrassed. Oh jeez. How could I go in there? He was probably blabbing all about me. My life was over!
I walked in, introduced myself to Ms Perkins, and looked around for a seat. There were several, and as I walked towards one, Ms Perkins said:"Team up with Scott, Cory."
Damn, this day was going from worse to worse. I couldn't say no, it would look odd, so I swallowed and sat next to Scott, who smiled at me. I was sweating bullets, my stomach again in a knot, but this one born of fear.
After a horrific Biology class came a thirty-minute break. Time to find the cafeteria. Or not! One word from Scott in that place and I was ruined.
"Want to come over to my place tonight?"
I spun around, finding Scott smiling at me.
"I've got these great playstation games."
I blinked. I stared.
"Hey, don't get spaced out on me, Cory! Wanna come?"
"Yeah, sure!" I exclaimed, too enthusiastically, perhaps.
The rest of the day passed quickly, Scott being in all my classes. We got to know a bit about each other, talking, laughing, and at one point being sent to the principal's office for "disturbing" the class. Since I was new, I was given a warning. Scott managed to charm his way into only a warning as well.
During the day I kept trying to catch glimpses of his crotch and ass, thinking of the flesh beneath his jeans, so smooth and beautiful and...
What the hell was I thinking? Was I gay? Then another thought spun through my head like wildfire, setting me afire with the simple truth of it all. For Scott, to be close to him, I would be, if that's what it took.
As it turned out, Scott lived two blocks away from me, and we both travelled on the bus. During the trip I was very quiet, trying to make sense of these new feelings and emotions and thoughts tumbling over and over in my head. Scott kept chatting away, seemingly oblivious to my inner turmoil.
My house was first, so we jumped out and I introduced Scott to my dad, who was home early. I asked if I could go over to Scott's and was given the go-ahead. Scott spotted a picture of my dad with this huge fish on the mantle piece and remarked on them. He said that his dad also enjoyed fishing. I saw my dad's eyes light up at that. Somehow, Scott managed to pull an extra hour out of my dad with that sentence. He was good!
We scurried off to his place and after raiding the fridge ended up in his room. He had a television set, a CD player and a computer and printer set up on a desk.
"Cool," I remarked.
Scott slid a CD into the playstation and handed me a control. For an hour we had fun racing each other around various tracks, and ended in a demolition derby kind of race, smashing each other's cars into walls and things. While we played, I couldn't help but enjoy being next to him. When our arms brushed each other's I held my breath, because inside me this feeling of warmth grew and spread, and soon I wanted to be with Eric all the time, even if it was just in the same room with him.
The game ended and Scott turned to me. "You like me, don't you?"
"Um, yeah, I guess. Sure."
"No, you liked looking at my body in school. You want to see me naked?"
I gasped and swallowed hard. I began to grow red in the face, and felt my penis grow harder at that statement. I tried to control its growth, hoping Scott wouldn't see the bulge in my crotch.
I jumped up, saying: "Hey, man. I..."
Scott stripped off his shirt, and I almost melted at the sight of that smooth chest, his nipples, belly button, the edge of his white underpants peeping above the jeans. I gulped and tried to look away, but my eyes refused to co-operate. They were glued to his firm, young body. He slid his hand down to his crotch and undid the button, then the zip, slowly, so that the sound echoed through my head. The jeans fell and pooled around his ankles, the bulge pressing against his underpants quite apparent! My eyes fixed themselves to his manhood, and I had almost stopped breathing.
"Want to see more?" he teased, then pulled down his jocks, his engorged member flicking out and smacking against his stomach. My knees were jelly. I was jelly.
The next thing I knew was Scott kneeling over me. "Cory, wake up. Cory."
I opened my eyes to find his face full of concern, his eyes pools I could drown myself in. "Are you ok, man? You fainted!"
"Yeah, I'm..." I stopped dead as I saw he was still naked. His shaft was limp, dangling between his legs and touching my jeans. "You're beautiful!" I gasped, not caring what I said, only that what I was feeling right now was too wonderful to ignore. I had never felt this way before and I didn't want it to stop.
He smiled, and I sat up, shaking my head. I was feeling much better. Then his hands were on me, lifting my shirt over my head, tossing it aside. His fingers slipped down to my groin and paused. I looked up into his eyes and found a question. He was waiting for me to give the go ahead. I nodded.
He swiftly removed my jeans and underpants, then he kicked off his own, which were still around his ankles. Our shoes had been kicked off the moment we entered his room. He stood up and helped me to my feet. For moments we stood there, exploring each other's nudity with our eyes, our hands dying to feel the smoothness our buttocks, our thighs, our cocks, both of which were now hard and quivering with anticipation.
He drew me closer and we embraced, and we held each other close. It felt electric, the sensation of another boy's naked flesh against my own, the fact that we would probably get around to more serious stuff than just fondling. Our hands began a slow wondering over each other's bodies, over thighs and arms, down the middle of our backs, over our ass cheeks, through our hair, our heads resting on each other's shoulders. I didn't want to pull apart.
His hands found my crotch and began a slow administration of rubbing on my cock, sliding up and down my shaft with one hand, the other tickling and fondling my sacs. I felt my knees go wobbly but forced myself to stand upright, and returned the favour. Soon we were sitting side by side on the began, jacking each other off, eyes flickering between our cocks and each other's faces, seeing the enjoyment, the adoration in them.
Precum pooled at the tip of Scott's dick, and I stopped, staring at it. Then I leant forward the licked it off, amazed that I was doing this, but at the same time not caring. The taste was strange, very salty, briny. When precum oozed out of my throbbing shaft, Scott lapped it up as well, then looked me in the eyes and kissed me.
The kiss lasted a long time. We were still jacking each other off, our cocks greased with the clear precum, but our attention was mostly on the kiss. Our tongues duelled each other, then our hands were off our cocks and were rubbing wildly over each other's bodies, caressing and pawing and groping, and then he was on top of me, our cocks grinding into each other as we kissed and fondled. We began humping, slow at first, then faster and faster, while moans escaped our lips. I wanted to feel every part of his body. I wanted to taste every part of his body. And I knew he wanted the same. We didn't have to speak, it was like we were one entity, alike in thought and emotion, high on love and lust, for yes, I did love this boy, this young Adonis. I hoped he loved me too.
We paused after kissing, and locked eyes. "I...I think I love you, Scott. I know it sounds stupid, but...there it is."
"No, not stupid at all. Love is a strong word, Cory. We're humping like dogs here. But...I like you, a lot. And I want to be with you, a lot. And if that means love, then yes, I love you. I can't believe I'm saying or doing these things, and I'm sure you can't either. Will you be my boyfriend? My ... lover?"
There were tears in my eyes, which Scott every so gently wiped away. "I've always been a loner, Scott. Never had real friends. And now there's you! I--I don't know why I've started crying. I would love for you to be my boyfriend, and my lover."
I stared into those deep blue eyes and saw a tear there. Then we were hugging, not out of lust, but out of mutual feelings for each other. For about ten minutes we lay there, and in that time our dicks never went limp.
Suddenly Scott lifted himself off me and smiled wickedly. "So, lover. How shall we play the rest of the game out? Shall we fuck, or shall we suck?"
I wanted to do both, but I wanted to take it slow at first. Scott must somehow have sensed this, as he said: "Let's suck each other dry." And with that he slid down my body and popped my cock in his mouth, and began sucking and licking, his fingers groping my balls. I watched this gorgeous boy sucking on my thick dick and moaned loudly, in ecstasy. Scott increased the pace, his mouth moving up and down faster and faster, sucking sounds coming from him as he pleasured me. His hands groped my ass and held tight. He started moaning and squeezing my ass cheeks, until suddenly I threw my head back and grunted way too loudly. "Uuuhhhhh! Oh, yes. FUCK ME, YES!"
My virgin spunk shot down his throat, and I moaned and grunted loudly with every spasm, sending jet upon jet of warm, sticky sperm into Scott's mouth. He continued sucking even after I had cum, swallowing it all and sucking every last drop from my boy cock.
I lay on my back a few moments and Scott lay next to me, a hand on my chest. Sitting up I bent over to administer my mouth to his throbbing penis. I began by licking up and down his shaft, engulfing his sacs in my mouth and sucking on them, then licking up his cock to the head, licking at it slowly, sensually. Scott's eyes took on a kind of vacant look as I did this.
Then I pulled his legs apart and felt between them with my hand. My fingers tickled his balls and slid along his hot flesh to his buttcrack. Pushing the cheeks aside I slid my finger up to his tight asshole and poked against it. Scott's eyes widened and I felt the hole open. Needing no more invitation I pushed my index finger in, just the first inch or so, then began twisting and wiggling it, getting moans from Scott, his hands clutching at the sheets. I continued fingering his glorious asshole as I sucked him off, following his example of slow then fast.
"Oh, Cory, I'm cumming man! SUCK MY SPUNK!"
Wave after wave surged into my mouth, taking me by surprise. I almost gagged on the sudden, strong, salty taste of his cum, but recovered quickly and gulped it down, sucking the rest of the sperm off his wet cock. He shot a few more streams before he was dry, and I made sure I had licked every drop of his boy cum off his shaft before I got off him and lay next to him on the bed.
We lay there for what seemed like an eternity, naked and spent, basking in each other's company, loving the feeling of naked flesh touching. We cuddled then, just holding each other close, very close, not saying anything, just swallowing up the feelings and warmth that passed between us.
"I'm starting to feel a little horny again, boyfriend. My folks aren't gonna be home for another two hours, enough time for us to get to know each other much, much better!"
"Oh yeah, bro!" I replied, kissing him deeply, my hand cupping his balls and his limp cock. "Think you can handle me?"
Scott flung himself on top of me, pinning me to the bed, his cock rubbing against mine. "Oh, yeah, lover boy. Oh yeah!"
I smiled at him. Life was turning out so great!
THE END
(Or is it? If anyone out there thinks I should continue writing about Scott and Cory, let me know)