Date: Mon, 26 Nov 2018 08:19:12 +0100 (CET)
From: David <lovebug69@tutanota.com>
Subject: David's World, Part Five-Caught by Mark

In this chapter, David is left home alone and is caught in a compromising
position by his pal.

I was going to skip this chapter, but decided this morning to add it as
this event it helped prepare me for what happens next, later that day.

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DAVID'S WORLD

PART FIVE: David is Caught by Mark

[In the last chapter, David realized he was safe from being exposed as
gay. His mother proved her sainthood and David matured some after his panic
attack.]

I slept-in Saturday and awoke much-rested around 8:30 to the droning of a
lawnmower. I was happy, I felt good. For all the blood, my knuckles were
barely even scarred. Maybe my mom was right, maybe her bubble bath did work
some sort of magic. I took a leak then went to the kitchen. The house was
too quiet. There was a note on the fridge: Davey, I know you really didn't
want to go to Jim and Edna's with us so I let you sleep in. We'll head home
right after dinner so expect us around 9:00. There is plenty to eat in the
fridge but I left $10 on your nightstand if you want to go to the mall with
your friends or something. Leave us a note to tell us where you've gone
just in case and be home before dark. Love, Mom"

Jim and Edna live in San Diego, an hour and a half away. We were all
supposed to go, so my brothers are gone, too. I have the house and the
whole day to myself to do whatever I want. I opened the front door and went
out to get the paper, thinking maybe I would take in a movie. It was warm
already, the morning sun feeling hot on my bare shoulders. Randy, our
neighbor across the street, was also shirtless, mowing his lawn. I bet
that's what woke me. No not his shirtless torso, the noisy lawnmower. I
noticed his body for the first time -- he looked really good! I thought he
looked a lot like Brother Frandsen, as Randy with his tan, athletic body
unwittingly put on a clandestine show for me, his muscles flexing as he
wrestled the mower. I unfolded the newspaper and feigned interest in
whatever gibberish it proclaimed. I was no longer worried about what
happened yesterday. I didn't know it, but kids are very resilient, healing
very quickly both physically and emotionally.

I watched him, thinking Brother Frandsen was even about the same age as
Randy. Randy, wearing jeans but they weren't Levi's, so they were probably
Wranglers. Wranglers, not tight like Levi's, but I cared more about the
light blue underwear hugging his lower belly a couple inches above the
waist of his jeans, like boxers. Boxers, how can a guy wear boxers that
won't hide a thing when he gets hard. Hard, as I had become watching Randy
and wondering if his dick looks like Brother Frandsen's. Brother Frandsen,
why had he scared me so badly?

Interesting, the thought process of a 12-year-old boy.

I went back inside and checked the movie listings. Star Wars was still
playing in the dollar theatres, but I had already seen it over and
over. Halloween just opened, and I wanted to see that. I called Bruce to
see what our little gang of friends was up to and to ask if they wanted to
sneak into an R-rated movie. Bruce's dad answered and told me Bruce and the
troop were on a Scout service project picking oranges down in
Irvine. Shoot. I had forgotten about that because I was supposed to have
missed it going to San Diego with my family.

I went to my brother's room in the front of the house (my room faced the
back) and looked through the sheers for Randy. He was still at it, now
raking the grass clippings. I wondered why he didn't use a grass catcher
like a normal human being, but I didn't mind. More to watch. He looked a
bit sweaty now, and although I liked his body I didn't like sweat, so
enough of that. I did get hard though, but it didn't take much for that to
happen these days. I looked at my bare arms and chest, wondering when I
would be buff like Randy. I thought of my dad's magazines, but no way. I
associated them with trouble, and it would be a while before I dare look
upon another porn image. Hmmm, what to do?

I went to the family room and turned on the TV. I flipped it to Saturday
morning cartoons. I slumped back onto the overstuffed couch with posture
that would have mom scolding me if she saw. My hands automatically found my
nipples. Seems I can't keep my hands off the little buggers, not that I
wanted to. I caressed them. I tweaked them, and I pinched them. It wasn't
long before David Jr. begged for attention, so I pushed my `jamas and
undies to my ankles. What a thrill! I was naked in the living room with a
full boner! I stood up and kicked my bunched-up clothes off my feet across
the room somewhere. I did a silly dance, loving the idea of being so
naughty and the risk of being caught, although nobody else was home. It was
exhilarating! I was well on my way to another great orgasm as I thrust my
hips, air-fucking everything and nothing, reveling in this impish behavior
and excited by the cool breeze on my exposed, nearly-hairless
groin. "Theeeeey're Grrrreat!" I shouted along with Tony the Tiger on TV.

TapTapTapTap

Someone knocked on the screen door. Who could it be? Randy maybe? I
wouldn't answer the door.

"David?"

Shoot! I had left the front door open. I froze. I had to be quiet so he
would go away.

"What's `Grrrreat!' David?" I guess it was someone who didn't eat Frosted
Flakes.

The voice was familiar, but I couldn't place it. It had not quite broken
yet, so it was someone around my age. I was afraid to move, afraid to make
a sound.

"David, I know you're in there," the mystery voice said. "I heard you."

Mark! It was Mark from a couple streets over. I had not seen much of him
since school got out last year, so no wonder I didn't recognize his
voice. He too must be a growing boy.

"Just a minute," I answered, looking around for my clothes. I couldn't
leave the family room without passing right by the front door.

I heard the screen door open, then close. I panicked. He must have thought
I said "Come in."

Where are my fucking clothes? I frantically looked around, as much for my
clothes as for a place to hide. I was still more than half-hard. Why is it
I can go full-bone in two heartbeats but it takes forever to go full-soft?

I sensed Mark right behind me. I looked over my shoulder to see him
standing maybe three feet away looking down at my naked ass. I cupped both
hands over my junk and turned around. He stared at my hands-covered
groin. Junior betrayed me and went full mast in an instant as I struggled
to keep my rampant stiffy hidden behind my little hands. I was incredibly
turned on by my predicament; I wanted Mark to see me naked, but I did not
dare remove my hands.

"It's cool, dude," Mark sympathized. Something told me he too had been
caught before. "Look," he added, as he pushed his sweatpants and briefs
down mid-thigh revealing his own hard dick. I don't know if he did that to
make me feel better or because he wanted to play, but it put me at ease.

Mark was cool. I sat next to him part of last year in sixth grade. I
suddenly understood something I thought odd back then: while seated at his
desk, he slid a foot-long wooden ruler under his groin and pulled up on the
end of it, asking me if I wanted a really good feeling. I tried it, but it
did nothing for me. Of course, that was before my perineum became my
third-best friend.

Mark is my age, a few months older. We look a lot alike and often joke we
are long-lost cousins. He has blue eyes, longer, light-brown brown hair
without the streaks, and he is slightly taller than me, so probably around
5' 2". He is not athletic and has just a tad of baby fat.

I was still shocked that Mark whipped out his junk in front of me as if it
were as normal as shaking hands. I guess it was no less normal than walking
in on a friend stark-naked and aroused in the family room. Although
apparently circumcised, his junk otherwise looks virtually identical to
mine. He has no more pubes than I have and his balls are about the size of
a small apricot anchored snugly beneath his skyward-aiming rocket, ready
for lift off. Except for the absence of a deep tan, looking at his
nakedness was like looking in the mirror with my dick skinned back. I
removed my hands to show him mine just as he moved a hand to grab his, like
a reaction to my action.

"No homo," he mumbled as he began stroking his beautiful dick between a
thumb and two fingers, just as I do. I had no idea what no homo meant, but
I didn't care. I started stroking mine, too, enthralled with the sight
before me. Mark reached his other hand under his balls, cupping them,
wiggling his fingers around them. I reached for my nipples, flicking one
then pinching the other. I looked up and saw a puzzled look on Mark's face
as he briefly watched me play with my nipples before staring down with a
lustful look at my pistoning hand.

Ten, maybe fifteen seconds is all it took. The exquisite, now-familiar
burning prelude to orgasm that should slowly build deep inside me was an
instant conflagration today. I stopped stroking, embarrassed to cum in
front of Mark, but it did no good. I felt like something inside me was
softly tugging my balls out through the tip of my raging member. I pointed
it outward, away from my belly. I abandoned my nipples and held out my hand
to catch the imminent eruption. I was too late and it was too intense. The
first volley soared over my hand and splattered on Mark's navel. Bull's
eye! He didn't flinch, but took aim and immediately fired back, not even
trying to catch his. I fired three more shots, catching them in my hand,
and he answered every one, spraying my tummy with his warm, sticky seed as
we came simultaneously with what was now the second-most intense orgasm I
had ever had.

"No homo," he repeated.

"No homo," I answered, not sure what it meant but thinking it was something
I must say.

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Thanks for reading! I know, another chapter and David remains a virgin --
but I hope you enjoyed this, an almost-omitted event I was happy to relive
and share with you. I should no longer promise what comes next, as I have
yet to live up to what I've promised.

I hope you enjoyed this much lighter narrative after that last one. The
part about St. Mom had me crying when I wrote it and each time I read for
proofing and edits. I could not have had a wiser, more caring and
understanding mother.

-David