Date: Tue, 16 Feb 2016 02:21:35 +0000 From: Matthew S Subject: Finding My Voice - Chapter 7 Hi guys, This is my first time ever writing a story though I've been an avid fan of Nifty for a while. It's something I've been meaning to do for a while and would greatly appreciate any feedback you have for me. Please feel free to email me at mattstories@hotmail.com even if it's just to tell me that you liked/hated the story. Apologies for any typing, spelling or grammatical errors. This story will contain sexual scenes but is also a story about a teenage boy growing into himself and his sexuality. Although I have borrowed from my own life and experiences, any events that seem similar to your own lives are purely coincidental. All copyrights for this story are held by me. If it is not legal for you to read this story then that is a decision that you need take for yourself but any consequences of that decision are yours. - - - - - - - - - The story so far: Our main character, Aaron, is 13 years old and suffers from a crippling shyness which makes social situations difficult for him. He is sent on a trip to Germany with school to help him overcome this but is rejected by the other children his age quite early on. He rooms with three older boys; Adam, Danny and Kieran. He has now begun to develop friendships with all three but it is Kieran that Aaron has been dreaming about for the last 10 months. The two boys have shared a near kiss but this has left Aaron confused. After confronting a girl, Kelly, about her treatment of a boy, Danny, Aaron has begun to come out of his shell but found the experience very emotionally draining. After swimming with the boys, Aaron overhears Kieran talking to Adam and Danny about how he wants to kiss him. That evening, Aaron decides to make the first move and the boys kiss. - - - - - - - - - Finding My Voice - Chapter seven. Waking in the dark, the first thing I noticed was the heat. Never before in my life had I slept so closely to someone and I hadn't anticipated the effect his body would have on me. While I was sleeping, I must have moved the covers down my body, leaving my chest exposed. In an attempt to cool myself, I tried to move my arms away from my body, only to realise that the arm wrapped over my chest wasn't mine; it was Kieran's. Kieran... it was real. I had actually... kissed him. More than that, he'd kissed me back. The memories of the night before came flooding back as I awoke fully. What had come over me? What if I'd made a mistake? Oh god, what if he hated me when he woke up? Panic began to flood through me and I pulled away from the beautiful boy behind me. At least, I tried to. As he felt me move, Kieran's grip tightened, refusing to let me go. His voice, soft yet commanding, simply issued one statement, "No." Knowing he was awake, I desperately wanted to turn to him; to talk through the events of last night but I dare not. Instead, I relaxed into his embrace. My senses explored him without moving; his heartbeat causing a small pulse against my back. His arms and legs, much hairier than my own, tickled my skin. His steady breathing brushed against the side of my face; telling me that he had fallen back into slumber. He must have enjoyed having my body so close to his, given that I could feel the throbbing of his cock against my boxer-clad bum cheeks. I don't think I slept much that night. I didn't want to miss a single second of it. The boy behind me was so beautiful, so kind, so caring, that to fall asleep would be like saying that his embrace wasn't worth staying awake for and that just seemed rude. At one point, I'm not ashamed to admit, the events of the evening did hit me. It all became a little much and I had a quiet little cry. It seemed, whether he knew it or not, that Kieran held me even tighter during those moments. Eventually, sleep must have taken me. When I awoke, I found the bed empty. Worried, I bolted upright and noticed that Adam and Danny's bed was also empty. It was a needless worry, as within moments Kieran emerged from the bathroom; damp hair clinging to his face and a towel wrapped around his waist. Silent, he came over and sat on the bed, a huge smile breaking out on his face as our eyes met. He took my hand and just waited. Neither one of us wanted to be the first to talk so all the unspoken words just hung in the air around us. I really enjoyed last night... no... maybe I should tell him I loved kissing him... no, maybe say something funny... Oh god, why does he have to be half naked, I can't think straight. I tried to begin, "I..." Kieran nodded at me, willing me to speak on, "I..." he smiled, letting me know it was ok, "I... need to go to the toilet!" And with that, I jumped up, leaving him behind and quickly locked the door to the bathroom behind me. What on Earth was that, Aaron? Where was the in control, confident guy who went for what he wanted last night? Then I realised. The first kiss had been so full of passion, so full of need, that it gave me that confidence to claim it. This was different. Neither of us were lost in a moment, we'd had time to think about it; time to go over it. What if everything was different now? Looking into the mirror, I fixed my hair and brushed my teeth, all the while, thinking about what I was going to say. When I could put it off no longer, I slowly turned the handle and re-entered the bedroom. Kieran was dressed, thank god, and looked as if he had been having his own internal conversation as well. As soon as he saw me, he burst, "Thank you." Now, of all the things I'd been expecting to hear, that wasn't up there. "You're welcome..." I replied, unsure. "No, I mean..." he continued, "I was just... finding it so hard. I knew I wanted to but I just didn't know how to do it. You... you were amazing. You made it so... right." I couldn't help but smile as I blushed. Stepping forward, I reached for his left hand. Our fingers interwove and his thumb stroked mine. It took everything I had just to keep looking at him. "So... yeah... thank you." His right hand reached up, his fingers twisting into my hair. This was it. We were going to have our second kiss. And we would have, if Adam and Danny hadn't taken that moment to come bounding back into the room. As if burned by fire, I pulled away, looking to ground. Strangely, Kieran didn't move; did Adam and Danny already know? Had he shared our most private moment with them? "Aaron, get dressed lad. We're going out shopping soon and you're about to miss breakfast," Adam informed me while throwing open the doors to my wardrobe. He seemed completely oblivious to what he'd just interrupted. My heart was pounding as if my Mum had just caught me with my hand in the biscuit tin; I know it sounds daft given that both boys clearly knew about Kieran being gay but I don't know, I just wasn't ready for all that. I couldn't even have a conversation with Kieran about it let alone anyone else. The boys left, dragging a reluctant Kieran with them, and left me to dress alone. After that interruption, I felt more confused than ever. How is it possible to go from blissfully happy to scared and confused within a 10 minute window? I'm so sick of this; I like Kieran and he likes me, I know he does! Why am I so goddamn scared of talking about this? Pulling on my clothes, I resigned myself to dealing with this. I had the courage to kiss him the first time, I just need to find the courage to kiss him again. I was going to do this... no... yes I was. Feeling that determination inside me again, I flung open the door to our room and was confronted with Kieran's face. All the psyching-up was completely wasted as I lowered my head and felt the confidence drain down through my legs into the floor. But it didn't matter. With a single finger under my chin, Kieran brought my face to his. In one delightful moment, his lips were once again on mine. Softly touching them; guiding them in a sensual dance. As he pulled back, his eyes never left mine, "I should never have gotten out of bed this morning without doing that." His words were like honey to me and I couldn't help but smile. Taking his hand, we headed down to breakfast. That was an experience. As we entered the dining room, I kept expecting people to comment on us but I don't think anyone even noticed. It didn't stop me being in meerkat mode though and constantly looking round to see if anyone was whispering about me. Not even Adam or Danny commented when we sat with them and started eating; they definitely couldn't have failed to see our very public display of affection. We remained like that, hands locked together, until we left the hotel and started down the local high street to do some shopping. My goodness, I thought that my knowledge of German from studying it for the last two years was going to be more than enough to help me navigate conversations with people but I was, most assuredly, wrong. Within minutes, an older lady had stepped out in front of me and was attempting to talk to me. I had no idea what she was saying; I didn't even recognise any of her words to begin trying to decipher what she wanted. The others were no use; they just took a step back and laughed at me while I stood there like a deer in the headlights. Eventually, she gave up, smiled at me, reached over and ruffled my hair and then went on her merry way. Stunned, I just stood there until Adam came over, put his strong arm around my shoulder and guided me back down the street. Of course, he proceeded to tease me the entire way. He spouted off some of the more complex German he knew, given his 4 years of study, which again I didn't understand. Turns out, he didn't either which I found out as Danny gave him a shove and told him he'd just asked me where the local library was while showing me a piece of fruit. Spending this time with the three of my friends together was wonderful. It really served to calm me down after the morning's worry. Having never had friends, I didn't know if this was typical but I just found that being around them made everything better. Things were more enjoyable, funnier and just generally more pleasant. Whether it was the way Kieran smiled at me, the way Adam's tactile nature made me feel protected or the way Danny's sense of humour would always make me smile; I felt at ease with them all. If this was what friendship was then I'd finally realised just how much I'd been missing all these years. There wasn't much on offer in the high street; the shops were definitely more for local people going about their daily lives rather than tourists. There was this one place where I spent an awful lot of time just looking through different pieces of handmade jewellery. I'd never owned anything like that growing up and was a little fascinated by the woven patterns on the bracelets and necklaces. Ultimately, I walked away. I didn't have much money and, in truth, converting the values between Euros and Pounds Sterling was confusing me a little. The boys, on the other hand, seemed to be stocking up our room with all sorts of treats; unusual sweets, drinks and general snacks seemed to be the focus for the day and, by the time we had finished, they were carrying armfuls of the stuff. Kieran had also become slightly obsessed with this very strange shop that we found near the hotel. It was stocked full with a wide mixture of things but, in the window, hung some medieval style swords. Kieran, of course, nearly convinced himself to spend the rest of his money buying one until we explained that there was no way that the border controllers would let him bring that back into England, not to mention the fact that Miss Raymond may well have lost it if he turned up at the hotel swinging it around. We were towards the back of that shop when Kieran came up to me and wrapped his arms around my waist. "Hey you," he began, smiling down at me. "Hey," I replied, biting my lip. Any reservations he had earlier seemed to be long gone as he lowered his face to mine and kissed me right there amongst the bookcases full of old dusty books. His touch was more forceful this time and I parted my lips in response. His tongue gently pushed into my mouth and lightly caressed my own. While I almost lost myself in his kiss, I felt his hands slip down and just rest on my bum. I don't know why but this seemed to spur me on more and I'm sure I let slip more than a couple of moans into his mouth. All too soon, he pulled back and just looked at me. Giggling, we both realised the awkwardness of the situation; here we were in a foreign country, in a strange little shop, kissing rather passionately with no regard for who might see not to mention the obvious effect it had on our bodies. Part of me knew I was being a little foolish to do this right then and there but, to be honest, another part of me didn't care. - - - - - - - - - Thank you for reading chapter seven of my story. 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