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It's a boys' life!
by Andrew van Ryan
I was in near
panic when I heard mom and my sister arrive home, so when I hung the
phone up without saying a word to Norman, I imagine he was wondering
what had happened. However, I had to act fast and didn't have time to
think about it. I went through the back door of the den and into the
hallway which led past my parents room. There I turned right, passing
the middle bathroom before dashing the last ten steps to my bedroom.
Just as I was three steps from my room, my sister came around the
corner at the other end of the hall. The look on her face was something
of a cross between surprise and "Oh, no! What are you doing THIS time!"
when she saw me, wearing nothing but tennis shoes and dried cum,
scurrying into my bedroom! I slowed for just a split-second as she
stopped in her tracks and gave me that "Hurry up!" look. I slipped
inside the room and shut my door, remembering to twist the lock
quietly. Just as I finished latching it, I heard my moms voice calling.
"Andy! We're home!"
"No, shit mom!" I
whispered to myself as I leaned my back against the wall next to the door
and slid to the ground. My eyes fell to gaze at the floor and as they
did, I noticed where the skin on the top of my penis was raw and
bleeding a tiny bit. Shit! I'd really beat my meat bloody this time I
thought as I began to chuckle. The more I thought about what I'd just
done for Norms entertainment, the funnier it struck me. I'd been
sitting there whacking my dick against the mouthpiece of the phone as
Norm beat off listening to me! I stopped laughing with a sudden quick
intake of air as panic gripped me. What if I had gotten my cum on the
phone! If anyone went to use it or answer it, they'd find a nasty little
I quickly found my baggies and a t-shirt. I looked
into the mirror on my dresser and grimaced when I realized I still had
dried cum smeared across my face. I took what remained in the
water glass I'd used earlier and poured it onto a discarded towel I
spotted lying on the floor. I washed the cum from my tanned skin, then
used the other end of the towel to dry myself. Once I'd checked again
in the mirror and satisfied myself that the cum was removed, I exited
my bedroom and went to the den where I examined the phone. I found it
to be free of sperm stains, so I exited through the front entrance and
headed into the living room. Mom looked up from her big overstuffed
chair and smiled at me.
"Hi, honey! What're you up to?" she asked.
"Nothing, just finally
getting the shower I've been wanting all day!" I replied while heading
through the living room towards the rear of the house and the back
bathroom. Mom returned her attention to whatever it was she was doing
and I hurried onward to wash my young, sore body in the steaming hot
water of an afternoon shower. As I felt the water soothing my bruised
muscles, my mind filled with what I had just done for Norman. I felt
conflicted with my feelings for him. It was just three days since he'd
revealed how much he wanted me and supposedly loved me, but then it
seemed he was running off with Paul. Then we had masturbated while
talking on the phone. I was really getting confused by it all. However,
the thought of being with Matt appealed to me more than anything. He
and I really did have a inner connection and we each wanted the other
one as ours, so Norman running off with Paul was OK, just as long as he
didn't think I'd still be his, too.
I sat on the floor of the large tile shower and let
the water run right over the top of my head for a long time as I
thought about Norm. The more I thought of what had happened the last
few days, the more I wrestled with my feelings. After a very long time
I decided not to think about it anymore until tomorrow.
Tomorrow! School started and I would be back with my
classmates, back at the same place where I'd tried to slit my wrist
the first day of last year. I was suddenly aware that I wasn't in too
much better a position now, except for the fact that I had a little
confidence. That was supported by my acceptance of myself,
acceptance Matt had instilled in me. Matt, yes he was foremost in my
mind again and making me feel better. I had a whole lot of things to be
grateful toward Matt over. Then I began to wonder what was going on at
his house right now, since the other guys would probably be arriving
already. I couldn't help feel a bit of jealousy over the fact I wouldn't
be there with them.
"Andy! Get the fuck out of the shower!"
I heard my brother shout. Then he started banging on the door with his
fist. I opened the shower and yelled back at him.
"OK, OK! I'm getting right out!"
I quickly turned off the water and stepped out.
Fetching a towel and wrapping it around me, I opened the bathroom door.
Les stood there glowering at me as I passed him by. I think he was
going to make one of his disparaging remarks, but for some reason he
remained silent. His silence was nearly as bad as his remarks were, so
I hurried away toward my bedroom where I locked myself in and laid on
the bed. I hadn't even bother to dry myself off, since it was still
summer weather, meaning the temperature was nearly 100 degrees, and
would stay there until about seven or eight that evening. I just let
the water evaporate from my body as I looked at the ceiling, lying back
with both hands behind my head.
My eyes wandered across the ceiling for a while,
focusing on nothing. Becoming bored with that, I sat up a little
and began to inspect my young, growing body. I was thin and long, with
feet that were too big. My arms and hands seemed a bit too long as
well. My flat stomach had some definition of muscle, as did my thighs.
When I glanced to the root of my cock, I did a double take. Could It
really be? I thought, as I leaned forward for a closer look. There,
illuminated in the late afternoon sunlight filtering through my window
and shinning onto my naked skin, were a half dozen or so small dark
hairs! Pubic hair! I nearly shouted out loud, I had finally started to
grow a patch to prove my entry into puberty and adolescence! I must have
had a smile from ear to ear as I sat there and wondered how to tell
Matt when he called later.
I spent the rest of the afternoon lying on my bed, naked
and sleepy. I dozed off a few times before Matt finally called. I
pulled on my baggies and hurried to answer the phone in the den. He
related the afternoons' events, which were not as wild as I might have
imagined. Paul had been there, but Norman didn't attend. Matt had
questioned Paul and he'd admitted to having sex with Norman that
morning. Matt was mad and Paul had left in a huff, saying Matts' anger
only proved how "immature" he was and how Norman was more 'adult' in
his attitude. When Matt asked what that meant, Paul had said Norm could
"love more than one boy at a time".
"Well, maybe he can, but I can't!" I growled.
"Yeah, so I banned them from the Afternoon Sex Club." Matt stated with a huff.
I was angry and we talked for a while longer about
our decision to get together. After a time, my curiosity returned as to
what happened that afternoon at Matts. He detailed a few stories about
trading blow jobs with the others, naming who did what to who. When he
mentioned the new kid, Danny, I asked how goofy looking he was.
"Roberts full of shit."
Matt remarked. "He's real cute, just not an athletic type. Anybody who
isn't a football player is a geek, according to Robert."
"Yeah, Robert sucks." I replied. "And not very well!"
The two of us laughed over my remark, until I heard my sister calling me to dinner.
"Gotta go, Matt. See you at school!"
"Yeah, meet me out front in the morning. Bye!" he answered.
I said goodbye and hurried to dinner. The rest of
the evening was uneventful and before long, I was fast asleep.
The morning came early to me. I was awaken by my
alarm an hour and a half before school. After a quick shower and some
light makeup to my nearly normal eyes, I dressed in the chartreuse
shirt with the white pokka dots, gray corduroy pants and new Cuban
boots, the local name for Beatle boots. I combed my hair into a
perfect 'Prince Valiant' before joining my sister at the breakfast
My mother never gets up before 9:00am and my dad had
already left over an hour earlier to begin his daily rounds of the
ranch. Les never ate breakfast, so it was just my sister and I. She
commented on how good I looked and then admonished me for "whacking off
in the house" the day before.
"From now on,
stay in your room when you do that!" She chided me. All I could do was
She drove me to school, where I took up a position
by the front gate to wait for Matt. I wasn't really thinking about
anything, as I gazed at the other students arriving. A few looked at
me, some with disapproving looks and others (mostly girls!) smiled. I
was gazing towards the administration building when my eyes feel upon a
girl with really long blonde hair.
OH MY GOD! Suddenly, my pulse raced and I found
myself in a trance! She was beautiful! Her back was turned three
quarters to me, so I could only see her profile, but her face was
stunning! This hit me hard, since I'd never, ever been attracted to any
girl before. As I stared, she turned to where she was nearly facing me.
She had long, whitish blond hair, a turned up nose and green eyes. Her
pink lips rivaled Normans for puffy seductiveness. She wore a tight
light blue long sleeve t-shirt over a very thin body. As my eyes took
in her form, I noticed she was still flat chested, like many other
eighth grade girls. I then noticed how the t-shirt was a tiny bit too
short, leaving about an inch of bare skin exposed at her waist. The hip
hugging jeans she wore were skin tight, showing off her perfect bubble
butt! I knew I was sweating, staring at her butt as she turned to face
me completely. Her left thumb was stuck into one of the belt loops of
her jeans and as I watched, she pulled the thumb loose. I watched in
awe as her hand slipped down the front of the jeans to her crotch,
where she grabbed hold and adjusted her nicely outlined cock.......
What!? I saw a cock in those pants! My eyes suddenly
rose to her face and I found those green eyes staring right at me. A
smile crossed those puffy pink lips as I stared, not noticing they were
coming closer to me. When I looked up into those eyes again, they were
standing right in front of me. My eyes widened as the lips parted to
"Hi, you must be Andy! I'm
Danny." he said with the most soft, sexy voice imaginable. "Matt told
me what shirt you'd be wearing, and here you are!".......
To be continued.......
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