Date: Fri, 18 Oct 2002 04:29:50 +0000
From: . . <ckid2772@hotmail.com>
Subject: Life as a Boy 2

                                 Life as a Boy

                                   Chapter 2

	New Years day had come and gone awhile ago and the high school hockey
season is winding down. Your friendship with Marc has grown such that you
are with him every weekend, often times spending the night at his house or
having him at your house. You've never felt so attached to anyone before.
His combination of looks, charm and athletic prowess have you wanting to be
with him all the time and when you aren't with him you are usually thinking
about him. Sometimes you think you might love him but you usually push away
that thought. You think Marc is straight and you think that if you let
yourself love him you might do something that would ruin your friendship
with him and expose you as a "fag".
	The hockey season went very well with you and Marc on the second line and
racking up plenty of points. You play center and Marc is on the left wing.
Your team won most of its games and advanced to the state tournament. That
tournament will start this weekend.
	It's Wednesday now though and you are relaxing in your math class day
dreaming. Mr. Harper is droning on about obtuse angles but you are thinking
about Marc. The way he looks at you sometimes after you've been looking at
him when you thought he wouldn't notice, his half-smile and curious look on
his face. The curves of his smooth body in the showers, the way his body
moves when he walks, and his eyes that are a light sparkling green. Those
eyes seem to match perfectly with his light brown hair. That hair's gotten a
bit long over the course of the hockey season; it's parted at the middle now
and comes over his ears a little now. Normally you'd think long hair is dumb
but everything about Marc pleases you, even when he changes something. In
fact he's actually grown about an inch and a half and gained 7 or 8 pounds
in the last 4 months, he's now almost 5'8 and 145 pounds. Marc and you have
really hit it off; you hope Marc likes you half as much as you like him.
The bell rings and you get up from your desk in the back of the class and
exit the class room. The hall is bustling and you cruise through the crowded
passage ways saying "hi" and "what's up?" to your friends as you pass by.
You turn left and walk down a slightly less crowded hall where your last
class is. You've got it timed perfectly now so that you see Marc everyday at
this spot at this time. You see Marc turn the corner and head down the hall
towards you, his face lighting up as he sees you.
	"Hey man! I need a ride to the rink after school today," he says to you as
he approaches.
	"No prob, just meet me at my locker or something," you respond.
	"Alright cool, later!" he says as he heads in the opposite direction.
	You head into your class and sit down as the bell rings. Marc will probably
be late for whatever class it is he was going to you think.  You settle in
for what is bound to be a boring last period class, stretching out in your
desk as much as possible and slouching back.

	After class you quickly get to your locker and throw the one book you had
brought to your after lunch classes.
	"Hey!" says a voice beside you. You turn and find Kim standing next to you.
	"Hey there, what's up?" you ask.
	"Not much, so you are going to the state tournament this weekend?" she
asks.
	"Yeah, whole weekend! I'll have to get somebody to do my home work for me,"
you say half seriously.
	Kim laughs, "Well good luck! That should be fun." Fun is not exactly what
you would call it, it's hard work no matter how easy it looks from the
stands but it's rewarding too and you love it for the feeling of
accomplishment you get after a good game.
	"Thanks Kim, it will be a lot of fun," you say to her. Then you feel a pair
of arms wrap around you and a chin on your shoulder. You turn to see the
culprit and it's Marc.
	"You can't have him, he's mine," Marc says solemnly before breaking out
into laughter and stepping beside you.
Kim laughs and raises her eye brows saying, "Oh, I see what's going on here!
Well let me in on your fun sometime." Then she winks, turns and walks away.
You turn to Marc, "Nice work, now she thinks I dig guys," you say while
laughing.
	"Well don't you?" asks Marc winking over-emphatically.
	"Shut up fag," you say almost seriously. You pause and feel bad that you
said that to Marc. He is smiling and doesn't seem offended but you think if
Marc was gay and had any interest in you, he might think you hate gay people
if you say things like that. Anyways it's kind of hypocritical of you. You
make a mental note to not say fag like that anymore, and you think that Marc
has never used that term around you before... does that mean something? "Well,
let's go find our ride," you say.

	After practice you and Marc head over to his house. It's close to the rink
so you can walk; it only takes about 10 minutes to walk there. Your house is
not too far from Marc's, about a 5 minute drive and a 15 to 20 minute walk.
This is good because you can walk to Marc's, hangout for a bit and then walk
home later.
	It's about 5:00 when you get to Marc's and you spend an hour or so playing
video games there. Then you head home and get home at 6:30. Mr. Reynolds had
called the house looking for you, apparently needed some help moving some
furniture. You eat what's left of the 6:00 dinner and head over to Mr.
Reynolds' house.
	You ring the door bell and Andy lets you inside. "Hey there kid, I just
want to rearrange some stuff in the living room."
You help Andy move a sofa and some chairs in his living room. The place
looked fine to you before and not much different after, but Andrew is
convinced it is a 200% improvement. Afterwards you sit around and watch some
TV in the living room.
	Andy comes in and sits down on the chair next to the sofa you are lying on.
"So you're going to the state tournament this weekend?" Andy has been
interested in your sporting conquests since he first met you, before you
even had sex with him. Apparently he was a football player in high school,
even played in college.
	"Yeah, it should be exciting. Last year we just missed the tournament so
this year we get to see how we compare to the rest of the state," you reply.
	You chit chat with Andy for awhile about hockey and eventually you bring up
Marc and you let it slip out about how cute he is.
"Oh so he's cute and talented is he? That's the best combination!" says Andy
laughing.
	"Man, I'm dying to get into his pants, I just really like him a lot," you
say.
	"So is he your first love? I mean you haven't told me about any other
guys," asks Andy.
	"Well I don't know if I love him," you say, only half believing what you
are saying, "I just think he's really awesome."
	Andy chuckles and says, "Sounds like love to me, just the way you talk
about him. Just make sure you don't forget about me when you start dating
him!"
	You laugh and say, "Never, you suck too well for me to forget Andy!"
	Andy sighs and says "Well, Ricky hasn't been around since he left for
college. Just too busy I guess, he writes e-mails once in awhile but I'd
like to see him again."
	"Yeah, that sucks, but I'm sure he's just busy, anyways you have me" you
say laughingly.
	"And I'm very grateful for that," replies Andy smiling.
	"So what should I do about Marc? I mean I really want to either know for
sure he's not gay or know that he is," you ask.
	"Well, my advice is to be careful, but if something comes up that feels
right, or promising, then go for it."
	"This weekend he'll be rooming with me and another kid, we're doing 3 guys
to a room. That means I'll probably sleep in the same bed with him and the
other guy with us will get one to himself," you think aloud.
	"That sounds promising... but you do have to sleep for the game you know!"
laughs Andy.
	"Yeah, you're right, but we'll see what happens," you say smiling to
yourself. You've slept close to Marc before, both at his house and at yours,
but you've never actually been in the same bed. You wonder exactly how small
the hotel beds will be.

	Friday comes quickly and you get up later than usual. You won't be going to
school today. Instead you'll get on a bus and travel a few hours away to
where the state tournament is being held. You get your stuff in order and
then relax until late morning when you head over to school to catch the team
bus.
	You sit with Marc on the bus ride but all you can really think about is the
upcoming hockey game. You play at 7:00 tonight. If you win tonight you get
to play tomorrow at 2:00 P.M. and if you win that one you get to play Sunday
in the championship at 7:00 P.M.
	The bus ride is long and boring so you let yourself doze off. The bus isn't
all that comfortable so you wake up often and the ride seems like forever.
You get to your hotel at about 2:00 and you bring your stuff in.
	You watch TV nervously for the next 3 hours before getting on the bus again
and head to the rink. The rink is bigger than any you've played in before.
You bring your equipment to the locker room and hang out in the rink
watching the game previous to yours.
	About an hour before the game you head to the locker room and start getting
ready. You're a bit jittery because it's a big game, but you know that will
pass. You hit the ice at 7:00 and warm up. After 15 minutes of warm up you
head back to the locker room. Everybody is anxious, even the seniors. This
is their last chance at a State Championship. You hear the horn blow
outside, signaling it's time for the game to start. Everybody heads out to
the ice.
	The game starts quickly and your nervousness subsides. The opposite team is
good but your team seems to be quicker. At the end of the first period it's
one to nothing favoring your team. In the third period Marc gets the puck in
the offensive zone sending it to you immediately as you cut in front of the
net. You receive it easily and fire it to the top right corner of the net,
the goalie flails at it but is not quick enough to get it with his glove.
The final score ends up 3 to 1, your team winning.
	There's a bit of elation in the locker room but that feeling is brief as
you all realize you've got another game tomorrow, the semi-final. You strip
out of your hockey stuff to nakedness and hop into the shower. You and Marc
are ahead of the other guys, getting into the shower quickly. Marc takes the
shower nozzle directly behind you.
	"I hope we win tomorrow," says Marc.
	You look behind you and see him looking at you. He turns back to the tiled
shower room wall. "I hope so too, they are the best in the state but I still
think we can beat them if we play our best," you say while you stare at his
perfect ass glistening through the water running down his back.
	"Yeah, we can win if we play our best," says Marc his back facing you
still. Another teammate enters the shower and you turn back to the wall and
finish up your shower.
	After getting dressed you hop in the bus and wait for the rest of the team.
Once everybody is on the bus you return to the hotel. It's about 10:30 when
you get back and you and Marc hurry up to your room that you are sharing
with Steve. Steve's the sophomore that plays on your line. He's a gregarious
kid who always seems to have something to talk about, usually sex. He's sort
of the physical force on your line, about 6'2 and 175 pounds. He's got dark
hair and eyes.
	It's quickly decided by Steve that you will sleep with Marc and Steve will
have a bed to himself because he has seniority. You don't mind obviously,
and Marc doesn't seem to care much either. Curfew is 11:00 PM so you don't
have much time. You strip to your boxers and hop into bed getting the side
close to the window, Marc slips in beside you. The bed is not too small, but
not overly big. Steve turns out the lights and hops into his bed.
You can feel the warmth of Marc's body next to you. The covers are barely
enough for the both of you. Normally it would be an uncomfortable situation
for you, but with Marc it's okay. Eventually you fall asleep.

	You wake up at around 9:00 to Steve watching cartoons. The rest of the day
goes slowly, a mixture of breakfast, TV, an early lunch and then preparing
for the 2:00 game. You go through the same routine as yesterday and hit the
ice to start the game at about 2:15.
	After the first shift you can see this team is no joke. They are at least
as talented as your team and seem to be bigger. By the end of the second
your team is down 2 to 1. In the locker room your coach gives a good pep
talk and you are fired up to get out there and get an equalizer.
	Back on the ice you get the puck in your own end and quickly pass it to
Marc. He flies down the ice along the boards and you follow up the middle.
Marc cuts sharply towards the boards and wings the puck onto your stick as
you cruise into the area in front of the net slapping the puck as it
arrives. Somehow the goalie loses sight of the puck and it ends up in the
net going between his legs.
	With the score 2 to 2 and time winding down in regulation, your coach puts
out the first line. The other team's best player, perhaps the best in the
state, gets the puck in the neutral zone and dekes out two checking
forwards. He then cruises between the two defenseman and goes 1 on 1 with
the goalie. He fakes a shot to the right and pulls it left flicking the puck
top shelf. The game ends 3 to 2 with your team out of the tournament.
	Everybody is bummed but especially the seniors. They'll never get another
chance. Still it was a great season and everyone is happy that you got this
far. By the time you reach the hotel your spirits are better. There won't be
a curfew tonight because there is no game for you tomorrow.
	Steve, you and Marc order a movie to your room. Steve had suggested a porn
flick but thought better of it because it cost money. The movie finishes up
at about 8:00 PM and Steve heads out to find something to do around the
hotel.
	You and Marc decide to head down to the pool. You grab your swim trunks and
change into them quickly as does Marc. The pool is pretty much empty so the
two of you swim around a little but end up wrestling around, trying to hold
each other under the water. After a bit of horseplay you return to your room
at around 11:30. You take a shower and hop into bed and Marc follows suit.
	You lie around for about an hour unable to sleep. Steve hasn't returned and
you're pretty sure Marc is asleep. You roll over and face Marc. You can see
by the light coming in the window that Marc is facing away from you. You
look at the back of his neck, his soft skin light in the darkness. You are
very close to him already and your chest only a few inches from his back,
you can feel the heat of him from where you are. You don't want to take
advantage of him or anything but you just can't help yourself from touching
him. You inch closer to him until your left knee is on top of his legs and
your chest is close to his back. You peer intently at the back of his head,
carefully making sure there is no sign of wakefulness.
	Marc seems to stir a bit and you freeze rigidly fearing he'll wake up. He
rolls over towards you, his lower body rolling almost completely in between
your legs and his face actually touching yours. You are sort of stunned and
afraid, but surprisingly Marc appears to be asleep still. You feel yourself
getting hard and it begins to press into Marc's warm body through your
boxers. You are cheek to cheek with Marc, and now can't see much in the
shadows, but you can feel Marc's hands touching your stomach. He turns his
head a little and his lips connect with yours as he kisses you. You open
your mouth for his tongue as it pokes into your mouth exploring. His hands
are exploring to, a hand slides down the left side of your body slipping
down your boxers and springing loose your cock. Your mind is racing but you
respond to what's happening naturally. You're peeling at his boxers with
your left hand and pushing yourself up on top of him with your right. You
let your boxers slip off your feet as let yourself lie on top of Marc. Your
hard cock is pushing against his groin and his hard is pushing against yours
as you lower yourself on top of him. Marc spreads his legs wide, allowing
you to lie in between them, chest to chest you kiss him deeply and thrust
against him lightly. Your cock is rubbing up against his flesh as his rubs
against yours. You prop yourself up with your left hand while still kissing
Marc and you lift your body up allowing your left hand to wander down
underneath you to your cocks that are pressing together. You clutch them
both and gently begin to stroke them. To your surprise Marc's cock seems to
be as easy to jack without lube as yours is. You wonder if he might be uncut
like you, well there will be plenty of time to find out for sure later. You
feel yourself coming to a climax and you stroke faster to suit yourself.
Soon you're shooting load after load onto Marc's stomach and you keep
stroking. Milking each drop out of your cock and keeping Marc's hard. He's
beginning to moan so you know he's close. As your dick softens you let go of
it and grab onto Marc's cock alone. You jack him fast and hard sensing that
he is about to climax. You watch Marc's face as he cums, it is a face of
pure satisfaction and concentration. His cum adds into yours and you flop
down on top of him lightly, rubbing your cock and stomach against his now
moist stomach.
	No words are spoken, there doesn't seem to be a need. After lying there for
a time you think about cleaning up a bit and roll over to your side of the
bed, but still side by side with Marc. The door opens to the room and Steve
comes in, you won't get a chance to clean up tonight. You aren't too worried
about it though and you fall asleep next to Marc's warm body, wondering what
things will be like tomorrow morning.


Yeah, so I was inspired to write more today by the feedback but most
chapters won't come out as rapidly as this one did though.

comments and suggestions can be written to ckid2772@hotmail.com