Date: Mon, 21 Oct 2002 20:50:14 +0000
From: . . <ckid2772@hotmail.com>
Subject: Life as a Boy - 3

                                 Life as a Boy

                                   Chapter 3

	You awaken to rays of sunshine falling on your face. You look over to your
right and notice Marc's gone but Steve is still in the other bed. You're a
bit worried, wondering where Marc has gone to. The clock reads 9:00 A.M. and
the bus won't be leaving until around 1:00 P.M. You decide to take a shower;
you've still got the product of last nights fun on yourself a little bit.
You hop out of bed and pad over to the bathroom door. It's shut and as you
reach for the handle it opens revealing Marc inside.
	"Uh, hey Tim," says Marc, sort of eying you. You briefly think about what
Mr. Reynolds had said about guys "weirding out".
	"Hey Marc... ummm about last... well you know," you half say, half blurt out to
him in a whisper. You definitely don't want Steve to hear about any of this.
	"No man, it's okay. Look we can talk later," he says.

	The rest of the day is filled with anxiety as you wonder exactly what Marc
is feeling. You yourself are a bit confused at the turn of events. The bus
ride home is quiet and you are left to your worries. You arrive in your home
town in the mid afternoon and you can't wait to get to talk to Marc alone.
You worry that he will regret what he did with you, be mad at you, maybe he
was dreaming and you took advantage of him somehow, you wonder if he'll even
talk to you again. The worries are numerous and nothing can relieve them
except a talk with Marc.
	After getting your stuff off the bus and packing it into your parents' car
you tell your parents to hold on a minute and you go to look for Marc. You
won't have much time now, but you want to ask him to see you tonight.
You find Marc getting his stuff off the bus still. "Hey Marc, you have a
ride home?"
	"Yeah, my Mom's here," he says.
	"Um, want to hang out a little tonight?" you ask desperately.
	Marc pauses and says, "Okay, I'll get a lift to your house."
	"Alright, sounds good," you respond. You back away from him hesitantly,
unsure of what to make of him. Is he completely upset with you? Scared? You
aren't sure what to think. You head back to your parents and head home.

	You wait impatiently at your house. You barely eat any dinner, you just
don't have an appetite, your parents think it's just because you are upset
with the loss in the semi-finals. You have no idea when Marc will show up.
Eventually you end up falling asleep in your room, fully clothed on top of
your bed covers. You wake up to the doorbell ringing at about 7:00.
	You rush down the stairs to beat your parents to the door, yelling, "I'm
going out for awhile, be back soon." You grab your coat from the rack.
You open the door and Marc is standing there, you step outside closing the
door behind you. "Let's walk," you say. You know you can't talk freely in
your house so you'll find someplace to go.
	"Alright, where we going?" asks Marc.
	You keep walking leading Marc down the street, "Nowhere, anywhere, I don't
know," you reply.
	When you are far enough from your house you turn down a street that is a
dead end. You've been here before, there aren't any houses, just some woods
at the end. The walk is silent, you are thinking about what you can say to
Marc, thinking about making amends somehow. You arrive at the end of the
road, there are big stones marking the end of the road and you sit on one.
Marc sits on another beside you. Luckily there is no snow and it's only
moderately cold.
	For awhile there is only silence, a light wind is blowing. "Look I'm sorry
Marc, let's just forget about what happened," you blurt out.
Marc sits silently looking at you for awhile. "Is that what you want?" he
asks.
	You're confused more now. "Well what is it you want?" you ask in turn, "You
didn't really talk to me at all today, are you mad at me?"
Marc looks at you solemnly and then a smile creeps into his features,
"You're serious? You thought I was mad?"
	"You aren't?? I mean, you were completely silent today," you say.
	"Well you weren't talking much yourself! You seemed, I don't know, like you
weren't sure you liked what happened," says Marc.
	"Oh, I liked what happened!" you blurt out, you really feel like a fool
now, "I mean if you did," you quickly say turning red.
	Marc is laughing now, "Don't worry I liked it too," he says.
	Silence creeps back into your conversation again but you feel 20 times
better than you did 10 minutes ago.
	"So..." says Marc.
	Your feeling more confident now and you say, "So was that like your first
time? Doing something like that I mean."
	He giggles, "I used to jack-off with my cousin. He showed me how a couple
years ago and we did it together for awhile. He lives back near my old
house."
	"Yeah, same here, except with a friend of mine who moved away," you say.
That's not true, but you don't know what he would think about Andy or oral
sex.
	"I was thinking... you're right. We let what happened make us act different
towards each other," says Marc, "Let's make sure no matter what happens we
don't let anything get between us."
	"Yeah, I know what you mean," you laugh shyly, "I couldn't believe it when
you kissed me."
	Marc laughs, "I was watching you in the dark after I rolled over and I just
went for it I guess."
	"When did you first wake up?" you ask.
	"Oh I never really fell asleep, it was too hot in that room," he says
smiling.
	"Yeah, that damn heater was on all night," you pause and ask, "So are we
going to do that again sometime?"
	"Yeah sure, if you want to. It's no big deal to me, it feels good," Marc
responds.
	You decide not to ask him if he's gay, for some reason even though you've
touched each other you are still hesitant to get into that. Anyways, you
think you might be gay but you aren't sure. You aren't sure and you think
about boys in almost all your fantasies. You guess Marc probably isn't sure
either, and maybe he is just into it because it's an easy way to get off.
Anyways, it's enough for you to be able to jack off with him and not worry
about jeopardizing your friendship. It's enough for right now at least. It's
starting to get too cold out and you get up, Marc follows suit.
	"Well let's head back to my house, it's getting too cold out here," you
say.
	"Yeah," he responds. After a bit of walking Marc says, "I can't believe you
thought I was mad, and here I thought YOU were mad for me kissing you.
Honestly, I wasn't sure you had just rolled over in your sleep, but I
figured if I kissed you I would know whether you were awake or not," Mark
begins to laugh and you find his laughter infectious and soon you are
laughing too.

	Back at home you and Marc finish up your time together by playing video
games and wrestling around with each other after each game. During each side
wrestling match there is a lot of fondling, and you are both quite aroused
when 9:30 P.M. rolls around and Marc has to leave.
	"Shit, I've got to go!" says Marc loudly.
	"No you don't, it's only 8:30 according to my watch," you say.
	"Nice try bozo but the clock on your VCR isn't helping you lie," he says
giggling. He picks up a pillow and throws it at you and goes to get his
shoes.
	You get up and walk over to him as he stands up having picked up his shoes.
You wrap your arms around his chest and hold Marc too you. He turns around
and French kisses you and now you are really aroused.
	"Damn you Marc," you say sighing. He smiles and kisses you again.
	"What are you doing after school tomorrow," you ask.
	"Getting my hair cut first thing, season's over," he says. That was his
thing, he would let the hair grow out for the hockey season and it was good
luck or something. "I'll be over after that though, your parents going to be
home?"
	You think about it, your mom and dad will both be working so the house will
be pretty much empty. It helps that your older brother is away at college.
	"Empty house tomorrow," you pronounce as you smile.
	"Ohhhh, this is good. I'll definitely be here again," Marc says.
	Your mom gives Marc ride home and you spend the rest of the night thinking
about tomorrow.

	The next day you go back to school. The teachers had heard about the loss,
apparently it was big news and they say how great a season you and your team
had this year. You smile and thank them politely, saying that next year will
be the year you win the state. You really aren't thinking about next year,
just Marc. You'll see him in Chemistry; which is a period before lunch.
	Chemistry rolls around after what seems like forever. You walk into the lab
and sit down at one of the lab areas. Each lab has some chemistry type junk;
you don't pay too much attention to that stuff. Marc comes in soon after you
do and takes a seat on the stool next to you.
	"What's up?" asks Marc.
	"Nothing, waiting to be bored out of my mind again today," you reply.
	Marc laughs and says, "Oh, but I can't bare the excitement."
	You laugh too. "So your birthday is coming up in a few weeks?" you ask.
	"Yeah, I'll be 15 on March 24. Yours is like in early October right?" he
asks.
	"Yep, October 5," you say.
	Chemistry starts without further adieu and you go through the motions of
setting up an experiment and recording data. The bell rings as you and Marc
finish up the final step and you quickly clean up the lab area. Then you and
Marc head over to the lunch line.
	Some kid tries to cut in front of you, between you and Marc, but you kindly
push him to the side and Marc smacks the kid in the back of the head lightly
saying, "Think again bro." You might be a freshman but it's well known that
kids shouldn't mess with the hockey guys. It's a rough sport and you guess
people respect that toughness that comes with playing such a game. Not that
you are overwhelmingly tough or mean at all, but you have to keep up your
reputation.
	You and Marc sit at the normal spot, a table by the window.
	"Are you going to play a fall sport this year?" asks Marc.
	"Not wit the school, I usually play soccer for a select team a bit later on
though," you say.
	"Alright, hook me up with that, I'd like to play some soccer too. What
about hockey in the summer?" he asks.
	"There's a team I usually play with, I'll get you that info when the time
comes," you say.
	"Cool," replies Marc.
	"You want to skip the last 3 periods today?" you ask. You've got a free
period, Math and then another free period today. You wouldn't really be
missing much.
	"Well I've got a quiz next period kid, but after that I don't have much at
all."
	"I'm heading out after lunch, so you want to meet someplace?" you ask.
	"You can chill at my house and wait for me there. Nobody will be home but
the back door is open," he says.
	You finish up lunch and when the bell rings you head out of school and walk
to Marc's house. It takes a good 20 minutes to get to Marc's house from the
school by walking.
	At his house you head around back and go inside the back door. All is quiet
and you plop down on his couch and flick on the TV. After only five minutes
curiosity gets the better of you and you head up to Marc's room. You've been
there many times but now you wonder if Marc might have some gay porn stashed
in his room someplace. You'd like to know because you figure if he has that
stuff you can safely assume he is totally gay.
	You feel awkward being in his room and looking through his stuff but you
really want to know, and if you find something it's not like you'd out him
or rat on him. If you don't find anything then it's no big deal either. You
look through some of his drawers and don't find much, the typical assortment
of pants, shorts, shirts, sox, boxers etc. You head over to his closet and
dig around a little. You see some dress shirts and dress pants hung on coat
hangers. After about 5 minutes you decide to look in a large container. It
seems to be filled with papers and some other junk; nothing there. You're
about to give up but then you catch a glimpse of something. There's a corner
of a magazine hanging out from underneath some of the white papers. You push
the papers off and it reveals a magazine. It's not hardcore pornography or
anything but it's a start. It's a catalogue for men's swimwear. There are
guys lined up on the pages in all sorts of swimsuits; Speedo, TYR, both
racer style and boxer style swimsuits. This is definitely a start. You push
around the papers a bit more and find a few Life-Styles condoms as well. You
quickly put things back as they were and head down stairs.
	You watch TV for about 25 minutes when you hear back door open. You walk
over into the back room and see Marc pulling off his shoes by the
washer-dryer set. He's holding himself up by one hand while yanking his shoe
off with the other. His light green eyes look up at you and he smiles,
straightening up after getting his last shoe off.
	"You didn't jack-off in my house did you? I don't know if I could ever
forgive you," he says as he walks towards you.
	"Who? Me? I wouldn't dare," you say as you giggle. Marc is close to you now
and he kisses you deeply. You wrap your left hand around his back holding
him to you and you right hand finds its way to his crotch, feeling his
already hard cock. He's doing the same but you feel him fumbling around with
the buttons on your pants already.
	"Oh you can't wait?" you say laughingly.
	"No," Marc says simply. He's smiling and his eyes are sparkling. You back
away from him and unbutton your pants. You slide them to the ground and kick
them off leaving you in your boxers and a T-shirt. Marc does the same, but
he pulls off his boxers too, allowing his hard-on to spring out. He really
can't wait. You take off your boxers quickly as well and you are left in
your T-shirt with your cock pointing out from underneath it. Marc has on a
polo shirt, but his cock is doing the same. He moves close to you and hugs
you to him. Your cock presses straight up along his leg that is in perfectly
positioned in your crotch. It feels warm and you thrust against his leg a
bit. His hard is pushed against your left leg and you feel him thrust
against your leg a bit as well. You both end up rocking back and forth. You
separate from him and take off your shirt, tossing it on top of the washing
machine. Marc does the same and tells you to follow him.
	He turns and you watch his butt sway as he quickly scampers through the
living room evading windows. You follow him quickly and head up the stairs
with him. You reach his room quickly and he jumps on his bed. He's just
sitting up when you jump on him tackling him. A tangle of giggling bodies
rolling around on his bed. You end up on top of his back as he is lying face
down on the bed. You scoot backwards and lightly sit on his legs looking at
his cute smooth butt. Marc is looking back at you smiling.
	You slide on him positioning your cock above his ass and slowly lie
yourself on top of him. Marc spreads his legs allowing your cock to squeeze
in between his cheeks and you press your chest against his back with your
chin resting on his shoulder. Marc is lying with his cheek down on his
pillow. Marc's ass is warm and you thrust into him. You aren't actually
entering his hole, just rubbing into his hot crevice. Marc is looking behind
himself now, "Don't hurt me," he says.
	"I'd never hurt you," you reply. You get off of him and kneel on his bed
with your knees spread wide. Marc scrambles into a kneeling position and
reaches out grabbing your cock. You look at Marc's cock, up until now you've
only caught glimpses of it. It's definitely uncut, you reach out and pull
back on the skin like you do your own. It's pretty tight like yours. His is
about 6 inches, close to the same size as yours. His is a bit thicker than
yours and he has a slightly bigger tip. You both stroke each other for a few
minutes, getting used to the sight of each other's bodies.
	"I want to try something," you say as you push his hand from your cock. You
then lean forward and put your lips over his cock. You take in as much of
his cock as you can.
	"Ow, careful with the teeth," says Marc as he squirms. You pay more
attention to keeping your teeth out of the way and you start swirling your
tongue around.
	"Yeah that feels good," says Marc. You take your mouth from Marc's cock and
pinch the tip of his cock and pull back the skin revealing the pink tip.
Then you go back to work this time using tongue all over the tip and
occasionally trying to take all of Marc's 6 inches into your mouth.
	"Oh yeah," moans Marc, "Get the bottom a bit." You use the tip of your
tongue to rub the bottom of the tip and Marc shivers with delight. He's
starting to tense up a bit and you know he'll probably cum soon. You aren't
sure you want to taste his cum, you'd licked sum of your own before and it
wasn't bad but not good either. You take mouth away from Marc's cock and you
see Marc is a bit disappointed.
	"Man that felt so good, I'm so close," he says. He starts to jack himself
off, keeping himself rock hard. Meanwhile you've gotten a little soft from
concentrating on pleasuring Marc so you lie on your side and stroke yourself
lightly until you are hard again.
	Marc lies beside you on his side facing you. Then he sits up and lies the
opposite way, so his crotch is at your face and your cock is pointing at his
face. He giggles and takes your cock in his mouth. You play with balls and
stroke his cock while he sucks you. At first he's quite sloppy and you have
to warn him to be careful with his teeth, but soon he's using tongue the way
you did to him and you take his hard-on into your mouth as his reward. The
sensations coming from your cock are making you squirm but you manage to
keep focusing on Marc. You lick the under side of his cock and then deep
throat it as best you can. You start to really get into it, your head
bobbing up and down on his hard. Meanwhile Marc is grabbing your balls with
his hands and trying to eat your cock. Marc has started thrusting into your
face and you just let him the way Andy let's you. The motion of his cock
going in and out of your throat is a real turn on. You can tell Marc is
getting close because he is moaning loudly and his motions on your cock have
become fast and furious. You too are approaching the point of no return.
Marcs body tenses and he jams his cock far into your throat and a gush of
cum fills your throat, you gulp it down as it comes out as best you can. You
keep his cock in your mouth and you feel it begin to soften. Despite his
orgasm Marc keeps frantically bobbing up and down on your cock and you feel
your body start to spasm. You let Marc's cock fall from your mouth and you
moan loudly. You flex your ass as you thrust into Marc and shoot load after
load into his hot mouth. You feel him swallowing and then find his tongue
searching around the tip of your sensitive cock. You become soft and lie
contentedly playing with Marc's genitals that are still in front of you.
	"That was so good," you say laughing.
	"Sure was, I've never cum like that before," replies Marc who is laughing
as well.
	You look at the clock in Marc's room and it reads 1:30 PM. Marc sees you
looking at the clock and says, "Yeah, I've got to get my hair cut at 2:20.
I'll get my Mom to drop you off at home when I go to get it cut and then
I'll get dropped off at your house later."
	"Alright cool," you say.
	The two of you watch some TV until his Mom arrives to pick him up and then
you get dropped off at home. Later on Marc arrives and you play hang out,
unfortunately your dad got home from work early so there was no more sex to
be had but you enjoy just being with Marc anyways.
	The hockey season is over but your spring/summer soccer team starts up
within 2 months. You can't wait to see if Marc is as good at soccer as he is
at hockey. You can't believe how lucky you were to find somebody like Marc.


Once again I was inspired to write more from the comments and remarks of the
readers. :) Hopefully you will all enjoy reading this chapter as much as I
enjoyed writing it. I've had some wonderful dialogues with some of you
through e-mail, I enjoy those very much so keep writing. =)

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