Date: Sat, 26 Oct 2002 15:54:36 +0000 From: . . Subject: Life as a Boy - 5 Life as a Boy Chapter 5 The lack of windows in the basement of Alex's house allows you to sleep until late in the afternoon in semi-darkness. When you finally wake up entirely Steve and Alex are still sleeping but Marc is gone. You wander upstairs and find Alex's mom in the kitchen. "I take it Alex isn't up yet, I swear he could sleep all day everyday," she comments. You smile politely and ask, "Have you seen Marc?" "Yes, but he left a few hours ago. Can I get you something to eat?" she asks. "Oh, no, thank you. I should be on my way, thanks for having me over," you say. You gather up your shoes and begin the walk home. When you get home you take a shower and change clothes. After that you call Marc. "Hello?" "Hey Marc," you say recognizing his voice. "What's up Tim?" asks Marc. "Not much, just got back from Alex's awhile ago," you say. "Yeah, I can't believe Alex and Steve are together," he whispers into the phone. "Me either, were you awake last night?" you ask. "I was pretty much out after the lights went out, I was pretty tired for some reason," he replies. "Oh, you missed out! Steve and Alex were putting on a show," you say. Marc laughs and says, "You should have woken me up!" "Well I thought about it, but you are just too cute when you're asleep for me to wake you up. So are you up for doing something today?" you ask. "Maybe tonight, I've got some stuff to do for a few hours and then I should be free," he responds. "Alright, give me a call when you are finished, later," you say. "Okay, see you later," Marc says and hangs up. After a little while of bumming around the house you decide to go over and visit Andy. You get to his door and let yourself in as you're accustomed to doing now. Andy's not home so you plop down on his couch and flick on the big screen TV. In about 30 minutes Andy's car pulls into the drive way and the front door opens. You hear Andy walk into the living room and turn around to greet him. "Hey Andy, figured I'd drop by and see what was up," you say as you turn around. Instead of Andy you find a younger man looking at you coolly. "Ummm hi there, who are you?" you ask. "John," he says casually before walking over to the other couch and sitting down. You guess that he's probably around 21 or 22 years old. He's not very tall, about your height and has brown hair and brown eyes. He has a slim build but moves with a sort of grace and litheness that exudes strength. "Hey Tim! How are you?" asks Andy as he enters the room. "I'm fine, where were you?" you ask in return. "Out with John, who I see you have met. We had lunch and then I had to take a look at some VCR's," replies Andy. "John, this is Alex, my friend and neighbor from down the street. Big time athlete and all around good kid," says Andy smiling. John nods and stares at you a bit before focusing on the TV. "John and I go way back, I knew him before I moved here. Now he's just transferred to a college in the area so I get to see him again," says Andy. "Oh and the answer to both of you is yes, we are all gay here and proud of it, I just like torturing you." John's eyes flick to Andy and he says "You are such an ass Andy." John has a distinct lisp and you guess that might be why he didn't want to talk much before. "Well I'm happy to meet you Tim, I just wasn't sure what to make of a young man such as yourself sitting alone inside Andy's house. Thought you might have been some sort of criminal," says John smiling. "Tim is definitely not a criminal, well maybe he is, he's stolen my heart!" says Andy through a smile. You blush and say, "Be quiet Andy." "Oh. You've made him blush Andrew!" says John as he giggles. "He's always doing that, where's the self-confidence young man? I'll tell you what though, he doesn't blush when he's getting a blow job," Andy says before breaking into laughter. John bursts out into laughter and your face must be turning bright red now but you too laugh. "What do you think John, too young for a good poking?" says Andy looking at you slyly. "Andy, you are so vulgar," replies John as he is winking at Andy, "but he is cute, hmmm. He's a good sized boy, not much smaller than me! How old are you Tim?" "14, I'll be 15 in October," you say, still blushing. "That's as old as I was when I met Andy!" exclaims John. "I suppose he is a bit young, oh well," laughs Andy. You, John and Andy talk for awhile longer about a variety of topics. It turns out that John was a ballet dancer as a youth and that explained his lithe movement. At the moment he is studying at a local college for a business degree. Eventually John leaves and you and Andy are left alone to chat. You tell Andy about the events of last night. "Steve and Alex seem to be really into each other. I know I'm into Marc like that too but I really don't know if Marc likes me that much" you remark. "Well you could find ways to test him I suppose," says Andy. "I wish I didn't even have to test him," you reply. Andy pauses for a moment and says, "Well not everyone expresses their feelings easily you know, sometimes actions speak louder than words. If the actions and the words are missing though, I think it's your right to take measures to figure out where you stand." You sit quietly contemplating what Andy has said. You really have had no evidence from Marc that he really cares for you as more than a friend. You have often thought that it was possible Marc just thinks of you as a friend who provides an easy, orgasm. That's not what you want to be for Marc anymore, you want a place in his heart as a true lover. You try to explain these feelings to Andy and it seems like it comes out all jumbled but you think you get your point across after awhile. Andy sits back and waits a moment before saying, "Sometimes you amaze me Tim, well, a lot of the time actually. I know exactly what you mean and I think it's great that you are mature enough to want more than just sex. You're looking for a serious relationship and you aren't sure if Marc wants the same things." Somehow Andy's summary sums up perfectly how you feel, and it's good to know that somebody understands you. "Yeah, that's pretty much it, but how can I find out if Marc really cares?" you ask. "Well that's a tough question and I'm not going to try and supply answers because I really don't know. You could try the direct approach and just ask him flat out what he thinks about a serious relationship. If you do that though you have to accept that he might not be ready for a serious relationship. It's all up to you Tim. A lot of times these things work themselves out anyways," Andy says. You realize it's getting a bit late and you say goodbye to Andy and head home. Once there, your mom says Marc had called awhile ago and wants you to call him back. You pick up the phone and dial the number. "Hello," says Marc's voice. "What's up?" you say. "Not much, I called you but you weren't there," says Marc. "Yeah I was out. Any ideas for something to do tonight?" you ask. "Yep," says Marc in a whisper, "There's a party at Sara Young's house tonight." "Cool," you say. Sara Young is known for her wild parties, there is always alcohol available at these events. You've never been to a drinking party before and you're kind of nervous about going to one. Your parents have made it clear that you should stay away from that stuff. "I'll be over later and we can walk over to her house, later" says Marc. "Umm okay, see ya" you say, not able to get up the nerve to say no to Marc. Marc arrives in a half an hour and you begin the 15 minute walk to Sara's house. You walk in silence for the majority of the walk but towards the end your wandering mind finally speaks out. "Hey Marc, can I ask you a question?" you ask. "Yeah, sure," he says. "Umm, what do you think about me?" you ask. Marc walks quietly awhile, obviously wondering where this came from. "Well I think you're really cool, and I like hanging out with you. You're an awesome hockey and soccer player. Everybody likes you," he replies. You shake your head disappointedly. You had hoped he would crack open instantaneously and reveal a secret desire to really be with you. You guess it was not to be. "Why do you ask?" asks Marc. "No reason, just curious I guess," you reply. You walk the rest of the way in silence, Marc seemingly oblivious to your silent suffering. You arrive at Sara's and ring the door bell. Apparently her parents are not home, the cars lined in front of her house show that this is true. Stereo music can be heard lightly from outside the house and when the door opens it becomes much louder. You and Marc are let in quickly and told to head to the basement so the neighbors don't see anything going on in the windows. The plan for the night is that you have told your parents you will be at a new friend's house; you'll call them in the morning. Marc's mom has been informed that he will be with you, and that's enough for her. The parents have not been told lies but they certainly haven't been told the truth. You will probably end up either staying at Sara's, something your parents would never agree to and Marc will probably be doing the same. Truth be told, you are in no mood to be around people tonight. You wander the basement aimlessly for awhile as you watch Marc surf happily through the crowd. The basement is quite large but not meant for the 25 or more individuals that are in it. The crowd is made up of more upperclassmen than anything else because Sara is a junior but there are a few other freshmen there besides you and Marc. Somebody hands you a beer and you look at it thinking you know your parents would be pissed but your angry tonight, so what the hell. The liquid inside tastes bad and makes you gag a bit. You take a few big swigs, gulping it down before the taste can affect your decision. You take a seat on the couch and finish off your beer and feel a bit better already. Another beer and another beer and you are feeling great. You aren't exactly dead drunk, but you are nowhere near sober. At some point you drink what you think is only a little bit more and you feel superb. You begin patrolling the basement at some point talking to everyone. They all laugh when they speak to you and at some point you dance with the hostess Sara. You see Marc and he's looking at you solemnly for some reason, you ask him what the problem is, this was his idea. At some point you realize you are drunk and you manage to tell everyone you see that you are indeed drunk. You lose track of time and you're feeling dizzy. Soon you feel nauseous and somebody takes you upstairs and into a bathroom. You end up throwing up into a toilet for some time, unaware of who is watching over you. Eventually you realize its Marc. "I guess we're staying here tonight," says Marc as he helps you up. "No, I want to go home, I feel awful," you say while you stumble a bit. Marc keeps you steady and says, "You're drunk, you can't go home like this." Marc leads you out of the bathroom and sits you in a couch somewhere. "Stay here, I've got to figure out where we are sleeping tonight," he says. "Sleep is good," you say smiling. Marc takes off someplace and you sit for awhile. Eventually you decide it would be better for you to go out onto the back porch. On your way there you stumble into someone coming out of the basement. "Hi Marc," says a female voice. "Ummm, hey," you say. "Wow, you're sloshed. I can't believe nobody is looking after you," says the blond haired girl. She takes you by the hand and leads you up a set of stairs. You stumble your way up and end up in a bedroom. "Sara won't mind, I'm friends with her, her parents won't be home until late tomorrow night" says the girl as she leads you to a bed. "Hey where's Marc, lost him somewhere," you say. The girl pauses and remarks, "Oh, so that's who was supposed to be looking after you." You're lying in bed now and it's so comfortable you close your eyes immediately. You yawn and squirm a bit as your shirt comes off, then your sox, and your pants. A warm body gets into bed with you and pulls the covers over the top of you. You are just too tired to figure out who is with you. You are in and out of consciousness for awhile before the door to the bedroom opens. "What the fuck are you doing?" asks a voice that you recognize. "Going to bed hun," says the female lying next to you. "Kim! You bitch, he's drunk, what do you think your doing?" asks a voice that you now recognize as Marc's. "Kim? Kim who?" you say incoherently. "What the hell Marc, it's not like I'm raping him; I'm just sharing a bed! Big deal!" says Kim. An argument ensues and you ramble on about the noise telling the voices to keep it down. Eventually it all fades away into blackness anyways. You awake in the morning to find yourself in a bed alone. You've got a pounding headache and a dry throat. You get your clothes on and wander out the door of the bedroom. In the hallway there are beer cans and you guess that somehow the party in the basement made its way upstairs. You head downstairs and into the living room. You aren't too familiar with Sara's house. In the living room there are sleeping bodies scattered around. The clock in the room reads 12:32 PM and you wonder if Marc has left early again. You don't remember much about the previous night. "You're up early," you hear Marc's voice say from behind you. You turn to see him standing in the entryway to the living room. "Yeah," you say smiling at him. "You acted like an idiot last night," he says, his face like a storm cloud. You stare at him blankly, "Well, I don't remember much actually," you respond. "Well take my word for it," he says. "It was you're fucking idea, don't get pissed at me about it," you reply starting to get angry. Who is Marc to be angry at you about what you did at a party HE wanted to go to? Your frustrations with him of late are coming forward now and you just wait for him to keep talking. "Hey, I wanted to come, but I didn't get smashed," Marc says heatedly, "and then I have to take care of you like your mother." "I didn't ask for your help ass hole," you reply indignantly. "Well you needed my help, like always," he says. You reply quickly, "Like always? Okay, sure, you're always just helping me out and I don't do anything for you. I don't know what your problem is Marc." "Whatever man," say Marc grabbing his shoes and pulling them on. "Okay, runaway, you can't even talk about it. It's like you don't even know why you're pissed off at me. Well, I can be angry at you too, I got plenty of reasons," you say as you move quickly grabbing your shoes from the pile and getting them on. Marc looks at you and doesn't say anything as he walks out the door. You quickly follow him out, closing the door behind you. "So are you going to tell me what the real problem is?" you ask as you catch up to him. "Just embarrassed for you I guess," he says angrily. "Well I won't do that again, I just let it get out of control last night, sorry," you say. "So what's your problem with me?" asks Marc, "You pretty much said you're pissed off at me back there, why?" You walk silently, pondering what you should say and decide to just spill it. "I don't want to be just you're friend anymore," you say. "What do you mean?" Marc asks. You look around to make sure the coast is clear then you sigh loudly and ask, "Are you gay Marc? I've never asked you that before but I'm asking now." Marc is quiet for a while before answering, "Well I don't know really. I've never had a girl friend, never really wanted one. I'm attracted to you and we've done some stuff. I don't know if all that makes me gay though." "Well I'm pretty certain I'm gay, and I'm not afraid of that anymore. I'm not going to tell the world but I'm ready to accept it. I also want you as more than just a friend. We've been really good friends Marc but I like you more than just as a friend," you say. You both walk on silently for awhile. "You want to know why I was mad about last night?" Marc asks after awhile. "Yeah," you reply looking at him. "When I walked into that room and saw you in bed with Kim I was jealous," says Marc. You remember only bits and pieces but it's enough to get a picture of what Marc is talking about. Was that Kim you know from school in bed with you? You suppose it must have been. Wait a minute Marc was jealous? "Why would you be jealous, you could get almost any girl you wanted if you tried Marc," you say dismissively. "Tim, you are the biggest idiot!" yells Marc, "I was jealous of her. I was mad that she was in bed with you, she might have been just sleeping but I was just mad thinking about that. I've never felt like that before." You smile and quietly ask, "So you do care?" Marc looks at you sideways and asks, "You thought I didn't?" "I don't know... I guess not, I really wasn't sure," you reply. "Well what do you expect? An `I love you' every 5 minutes? Guys don't say things like that to each other," says Marc. You look at Marc darkly and respond, "I'm not saying we walk out in public holding hands and skipping. Even now, you haven't really told me how you feel about me. I want to hear it." Marc looks at you with a scowl as if you've pushed him to the limit but he says, "I like you a lot, and if you like me that much too then we can be more than friends. That's all your getting for today Tim!" You find it amusing that a boy you have kissed, touched all over and sucked would have such trouble telling you his feelings. By now you are at Marc's house and nobody is home. You both enter his house kicking off your shoes in the hallway just inside the front door. "Okay Marc, so here we are in the privacy of your home. Say it," you say. "Say what?" asks Marc. "Say `I love you Tim'," you say before giggling. Marc looks at you seriously and says, "I love you Tim, more than you know." "That's all I wanted to hear," you say quietly moving close to him. Marc grabs you, tugging you toward him. He's about your height now and your lips come to his. You find yourself kissing him passionately, losing yourself in his embrace. Marc takes you by the hand and leads you up to his room. There you both lie on his bed, stripping off your shirts. You're wearing a pair of jeans that fit rather snugly and Marc has on khaki pants. You crawl on top of Marc licking and sucking his exposed nipples. Marc's hands are roaming your chest and soon they are working down towards your waist line. You nibble at Marc's ears as you let him slide a hand down the front of your pants and fondle your hard cock. His hand manipulates your hard so that it's pointing straight up and the tip is poking out the top of your jeans. You lie on your side and face Marc. You reach out and unbutton his pants as he unbuttons yours. When you have his pants undone his hard dick flops out conveniently through the front of his boxers and you grab it, stroking it slowly. Marc backs off for a second and pulls his khakis and boxers all the way off leaving him naked before you. You quickly follow suit, and slide off your both your jeans and you boxers off. You lie down and Marc gets on top, lying in between your spread legs so his cock is pressing against yours. He bends down and licks your nipple, and then kisses up to your ears, briefly sliding his tongue into your ear. You have never had anyone do that before and it is a good sensation. You feel Marc's hand on your cock and feel the underside of his cock rubbing against the bottom of yours as he jacks both yours and his. He's kissing you on the lips now as his fist pumps up and down on your cocks. Marc takes his hand from your cock and stops kissing you as he sits back. He grabs under your knees with his hands and lifts your legs up over his shoulders. Your ass bends up a bit exposing your hole to him, Marc leans over forcing your legs farther back and exposing your hole to him even more. You've never felt this vulnerable with anyone before, but you don't fight Marc because you trust him. "I've seen this position on the internet," says Marc. "Me too," you reply, remembering all the pictures you had seen. Marc let's his body lean on yours and his cock is pressing against your hole, Marc uses his hand to position his cock so it won't enter you but it will slide along your crevice. Then he leans on you more and you feel some pressure on your virgin ass but nothing trying to force entry. Marc pushes your legs off his shoulders so they fall to the side of him, still bent at the knees. He props himself up with his left hand and grabs your cock with his right beginning to stroke your cock slowly. Your cock becomes rock solid in no time and you feel Marc's dick bulging as he is now rubbing it against your ass. Each time Marc thrusts forward you feel a pleasure you haven't felt before, you imagine it must feel even better to actually have a cock inside you, but you have heard it can hurt too. Right now though, Marc is bringing you nothing but pleasure. His hand continues to work on your cock, but more rapidly now. Marc's thrusts become more frantic and his hand pumps hard on your cock as he approaches his climax. You watch his face as he enters the point of no return. His eyes are squeezed shut and his body is in motion as he thrusts. He has a vice grip on your dick now and it's up and down motion is a blur. You feel yourself approaching your own orgasm and you close your eyes and tilt your head back, letting the feeling of pleasure take over. You can feel Marc cumming as his dick spasms. He keeps thrusting as you feel the wetness of his cum in the crevice of your exposed ass. His dick slides easily now as it softens. Your eyes are still closed as Marc's hand keeps pumping on your cock. Then you feel Marc shift his weight on top of you, his body lifts off you. His hand remains on his cock and pumping. You open your eyes to find him between your legs kneeling. He takes his left hand and smears around some of his cum directly into your hole. Then you feel pressure against your virgin ass as he tries to slip a finger in. You relax as much as you can and his finger slips in. Marc begins to push and pull his finger in and out. Waves of pleasure flow through your body. His right hand strokes your cock as the middle finger of his left hand fucks you. You've never felt anything before like this and you moan loudly. Marc's finger slides in and out of you easily and he picks up the pace. His hand jacks you furiously and you cock begins to spasm as the pleasure is too much for you to take. "Ohhhh," you gasp as your cock spasms and cum shoots out onto your stomach and chest. Shot after shot pours out, 4 or 5 long streams of thick cum. You lie back moaning still, you've never experienced anything like that and you've never shot that much before. Marc gets on top of you again and kisses you deeply, rubbing his soft cock against your now softening hard-on. You reach around behind him and grab his ass pulling him hard to you. You lose yourself in a deep kiss with him. After awhile you and Marc walk to his bathroom and hop in the shower together. You are especially messy having both your cum and Marc's on you. You admire Marc's body during the shower while you help him wash. Things have turned out better than you expected, it seems as though Andy was right when he said these things sometimes work themselves out. I'll be working on chapter 6 asap :). Hopefully you all enjoyed chapter 5! comments and suggestions can be written to ckid2772@hotmail.com