Date: Tue, 7 Dec 1999 19:54:37 -0000
From: jon60@hotmail.com
Subject: Show Time Part 1

This is a work of fiction, pure and simple.  It should not be taken as
encouraging anything at all which is considered improper or illegal in your
neighbourhood.  If you are under age you shouldn't be reading it anyway.

Feel free to copy or post this story provided you acknowledge that it is
copyright jon60@hotmail.com.

Enjoy (I hope)

Show time Part 1

I only joined the amateur operatic group because my girl-friend dragged me
along. I know I've got a reasonable voice, but the thought of spending my
spare time with a crowd of middle-aged posers has no appeal to a
sixteen-year old. Still, anything for a quiet life and Sue fancied the idea
so I went along to keep her happy.

The auditions were just what I'd expected, a draughty church hall with a
middle-aged woman playing the piano and three people sitting behind a table
listening to the six who wanted to join. The first two were terrible, and I
knew I couldn't be worse than them, then two women in their twenties who
weren't bad.

"Now it's time for you youngsters", said the woman behind the table. "What
would you like to sing for us?"

I'd got a song I'd done with the school choir so that was no problem, but
suddenly I was petrified. My voice has settled down to a pretty good tenor,
but this was the first time I'd sung with such a critical audience. I
cleared my throat and began, and suddenly I found that the song was
carrying me along and I was enjoying singing and forgetting all about the
listeners.

It went well, and the society officials were delighted with me and with
Sue, so there was no escape.

"We meet here on Wednesday at eight" I was told. "You'll find everyone very
friendly, and we're delighted to have some young blood". I thought it made
them sound like Dracula.

The group was pleasant enough, but there was hardly anyone under thirty
except me and Sue (I'm John, by the way) and another pair of teenagers.
When the meeting ended and everyone had their parts allocated - all us
young ones were in the chorus - another problem arose. All the adults went
off to the pub, but Sue and the other girl were only fifteen and us boys
sixteen and we knew we wouldn't be served.

I said "My house is near, why don't we go back there for a coke" so the
four of us walked round to my home, where I knew mum would make my friends
welcome as she always does. We sat around the kitchen table, swapping jokes
about how awful some of the older members of the society were, and ,
surprise, surprise, I realised it had been a smashing evening that all four
of us enjoyed. The operatic society members were all friendly, the
rehearsals were fun, Phil and Jan were a really nice pair, and we all got
on marvellously.

It became a pleasant pattern - rehearsal night, then the four of went back
to my house until it was time to get the bus home, but as show time came
nearer the rehearsals became longer and the socialising shorter and
shorter, since the others had to get home by bus. Phil brought his bike
since he lived out of town, but that didn't help a lot because we had to
take the girls home anyway.

Mum came up with the solution.

"I've got a surprise for you. Why don't you bring your things and stay
overnight on rehearsal evenings? We've got a spare bedroom where the girls
can sleep, and John, you can double up with Phil. That way you needn't
rush. I've spoken to all your parents and they are happy about it, provided
you promise" and here she looked very firm "that you girls will stay in
your room and the boys in yours. If there's any swapping beds or slipping
from room to room, the arrangement is off. Phil, the bed in John's room is
a double so that we can accommodate my family when they come to stay. Does
it matter that you will have to share the bed?".

The promises were eagerly made, for the arrangement was too good to spoil,
and the next Wednesday the other three brought their overnight things,
eagerly looking forward to their evening together after rehearsal, knowing
that tonight there would be no need to watch the clock. We could relax and
enjoy each other's company. Even so, it seemed a very short time until mum
came in to say "Some of us have to get up for work in the morning. Time for
bed."

The girls went first to the bathroom (with a great deal of giggling), then
Phil, and I was last . I went into my room, which suddenly didn't feel like
my familiar private place any more. Phil was there, getting undressed with
his back turned for modesty's sake, then he slipped on a pair of sleeping
shorts and turned round.

I'd never seen him stripped before. I knew that Phil was bigger than me and
that he used a gym, but suddenly I felt very small and insignificant. Phil
was tall with big arms and broad shoulders that led down to bulging pecs
and a muscular abdomen which disappeared into the waistband of his sleeping
shorts. His chest was covered with fine fair hair that could only be seen
when the light caught it. My stomach churned - my new friend was beautiful.

"Which side of the bed to do you want?" Phil asked. "Come on, hurry up and
get undressed then we can settle down."

Suddenly I felt desperately embarrassed. I turned my back and started to
undress. What would this beautiful blonde man think of my skinny body and
lack of body hair? Ought I to find a T-shirt to cover myself and look a bit
less of a fool? As I took off my underpants, I realised something really
terrible. I'd been so flustered that he had forgotten to get my shorts from
under the pillow.

"Throw my shorts across" I asked Phil, who was still sitting on the edge of
the bed waiting to know which side was his.

"I'm not your valet! Come and get them"

Things were getting worse - I could feel my cock hardening - how could I
turn round and lean over Phil to get my shorts with that waving about? Phil
took pity and threw them over.

We climbed into bed, lying on our backs, but each lying as near the edge as
we could so as not to touch each other.

"Have you and Sue ever.... You know?" Phil asked.

I didn't know what to answer - all the lads at school talk as if they and
their girl-friends were never out of bed, but somehow I didn't specially
want to have sex with her. We're good friends and I think the world of Sue,
but beyond kissing and the odd cuddle - that was as far as it went.. Better
to be honest.

"No. What about you and Jan?"

"Not yet. Still, you've obviously got something very nice to give Sue when
you get round to it".

I felt myself blushing. Phil had obviously noticed I was getting hard. As I
looked at Phil's lovely body on the other side of the bed, I realised that
I was getting harder still. This shouldn't be happening. It's wrong to be
turned on like this by another boy. Still I had to look - Phil was lying on
his back, arms behind his head, and as I looked down, I noticed something
that made me even more disturbed. The sheet was distinctly tented over
Phil's cock. Should I ignore it or carry on the conversation. Go for it.

"It looks as if Jan will be a lucky lady", I said, pointing to the sheet.

"I don't know. She's a lovely girl, but most times I just don't fancy her
that way. I don't know what's wrong with me."

I felt a great sense of relief - this was exactly how I felt.

"Me too. It's late and we mustn't disturb the others by talking. Let's go
to sleep."

We turned over, back to back, and I lay there feeling as if I had three
legs. Normally I would jack off when I felt like this, but I couldn't do
that with Phil just inches away in the bed. I lay still, as Phil did, and
eventually I drifted off to sleep.

All the next week, I thought about that night and wondered what it meant.
Whenever I thought about Phil I felt excited, but at the same time felt
very guilty for being so. I have to confess, though, that I jacked off many
times during that week, and it was Phil that filled my mind when I did
it. That made me feel even more guilty. Boys only feel like that about
girls. Still, I couldn't wait for Wednesday and for the pleasure of sharing
my bed with my best friend.

This time it was easier - we had broken the ice the week before and I
noticed that when Phil undressed he didn't worry about turning his back so
that I could see that the beautiful abdomen went on to a bush of fair hair
and a cock that looked huge. It made me feel even smaller, so this time I
made sure my shorts were handy and I put them on before I turned round so
Phil couldn't see just how small I really was.

Tonight, there wasn't the same need to cling to opposite edges of the
bed. Phil was there first, and as I got in and slid down between the sheets
I found that our bodies were touching. I pulled away, but Phil said, "Stay
there, it's comfortable. No don't..... I've been thinking about last
week. In fact, I've spent the whole week thinking about last Wednesday and
waiting for this moment and now I don't know what to say". Abruptly he
turned his back.

"What's wrong? Have I done something to upset you?"

I pulled Phil over on to his back so we could continue talking.

"No. It's nothing to do with you. No, that's not right, it's everything to
do with you. I'm not going to come again. I'll bring my bike and cycle
home."

"Phil, what have I done? I thought we were mates."

"That's why. Forget it - I don't want to damage our friendship. I can't
stay over again".

"Phil, if you are saying what I think you are saying, I felt it too. I lay
awake half the night wanting to turn over and touch you and I've thought
about nothing else all week. I've dreamed about touching and holding you".

There was a knock on the door.

"Are you decent? Your mum has made a bedtime drink and said we can sit on
the bed with it and talk for five minutes".

We hurriedly sat up, knees tenting the sheets to hide the other tenting
that was there, and the girls bounced in, followed by mum with a tray. They
sat chatting about the evening and about the show whilst they had their
drinks, then Sue leaned over to kiss me goodnight. I felt her breasts;
softer than I had ever felt them beneath her nightdress, but even as she
rubbed herself against my bare chest, I realised that what I truly wanted
was to feel not soft feminine breasts but those hard pectoral muscles that
Jan was caressing. At last the girls went to their room.

I leaned over and very tentatively ran a hand over Phil's chest, feeling
the fine coating of hair that added so much to its beauty, and suddenly
found myself in an embrace so fierce that I felt my ribs might crack.

"Relax. I might break."

Phil pulled away and we turned to hold one another. For the first time in
my life I felt a hard cock pressing against my belly and pressed myself
hard against him so that I could enjoy it more and give Phil the same
pleasure.

I sat up to turn out the light so that we would not be disturbed again, and
as I slipped back down into the bed I felt Phil's hands sliding my shorts
down. I kicked them off and ran my hands down Phil's back, down the
waistband of Phil's shorts and, for the first time in my life, cupped a
pair of beautiful male buttocks so that I could pull their owner closer to
myself and resume our embrace.. Phil's lips closed on my mouth, and Phil's
exploring tongue met mine, and suddenly the two of us each knew a kiss such
as we had never felt before. We had found what was right for us.



This is only the beginning of a story. More if it is wanted. Email if you
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