Date: Tue, 26 Oct 2010 03:16:04 +0100
From: Jake Williams <j.williams.nifty@gmail.com>
Subject: Sexual-Scheming Chapter 2

This story is a work of fiction based loosely on my teenage years.
I welcome feedback, but understand and appreciate that this story is written
in the manner in which it is simply because that's my writing style.
Please respect that I do not wish for this story to be copied in any way,
shape or form.
Due to there being frequent male/male sexual contact, If you feel you are
not legally allowed to be reading this then please cease.

--Chapter Two--

Very little interesting things happened the rest of that day, besides me
sitting on my balcony pondering what to do next with Peter and who else I
could have some fun with. Thats what I called what I did with Peter in my
mind then, simply having fun, thoughts of sexuality never crossed my mind,
or perhaps I didn't care enough to even think about it. I viewed it the same
way I viewed most things, I didn't want to be one of those old people with
numerous regrets, I want to sit back with a grin on my face while I reminis
when I'm old.

The situation with Peter was great, but I couldn't help but think it's far
from over, that I can't assume that what had happened will happen
frequently, or even blossom. I needed a plan to keep him. Which I felt began
with texting him, I needed to know what he actually thought, so I texted
him, "Yo man, I had fun today. Would it be too bold if I said I wouldn't
mind having some more fun at some point :)" Satisfied, I sent the text. As I
waited for him to reply, I began brainstorming different guys in my year
that could potentially be next on my list of of boys. And one guy stood out
in my mind, Adrian.

Adrian, was hot. He was, maybe an inch shorter than me, had blueish eyes,
muscly build from football, very short blonde hair, and very hairy legs n
arms. Which I couldn't help but find sexy. I found myself thinking often of
running my hands through the hair on his legs, slowly, as they got higher up
his tanned inner thighs.

My phone beeping broke my thoughts, Peter's reply to my text. "Haha, nah
that wouldn't be too bold. A little fun every now and again didn't do anyone
any harm!" I grinned and thought to myself, he literally has no idea what
he'd just agreed to let me do to him, and him to me.

--The Next Day--

It was Tuesday, which meant we had P.E (Physical.Education) as our second
lesson in the day, usually if you have P.E first in the day your allowed to
come to school wearing your P.E kit to not waste time changing out of them
as soon as you got to school pretty much. Since we had it second, all the
sportcrazy people in my year complained and managed to get the teachers to
let them wear our kits through our first lesson ready for P.E, which meant
that when I walked into my Maths lesson that day, all the guys were wearing
(myself included) the navy blue and grey tshirt P.E uniform. Glorious legs,
everywhere.

Strangely, the desks had been rearranged, apparently our Maths teacher in
her infinite wisdom decided to have the desks at a 90degree angle from her's
at the front of the room, and extend across the length of the room. The
class sizes were small, so perhaps it was a good idea.

I glanced around the room, still more or less staring at the floor due to
all the legs, ankle socks and trainers. When I spotted Adrian's muscly,
hairy, blonde haired, tanned legs, wearing kswiss trainers in ankle socks. I
got a semi almost instantly. My eyes wandered all over him and his muscly
tanned body when I noticed the desk in front of his was empty. I tried my
best not to run over and sit opposite him, to prevent anyone from noticing
how stupidly excited I was, which ended with me half jogging half walking
quickly across the room. Had anyone been paying attention I would have
looked like a fucking retard to say the least.

I sat down, we said hellos, n that was all really. We were kinda
acquaintances, not friends. We had different circles of friends, him with
the wannabeamerican jocks, mine with just regular people I guess. The lesson
started and was boring. Within five minutes or so I couldn't help but feel
the need to drop my pen just to put my head below my desk for a few seconds
just to gaze at him for a bit. When I noticed he'd kicked off his kswiss and
had his legs crossed and outstretched in front of him, I could reach out and
touch his white ankle socked feet, a thought my penis reminded me of
numerously.

I kicked off my pair of nikes, moved em to the side and crept my feet
towards his shoes. My attention was being split so much my heartbeat started
racing. I tried to keep an ear open in case the teacher spoke to me, or if
Adrian made any indication of a disturbance below the desk. While trying to
look as if I was focusing on my work when it really couldn't be further from
my mind.

Mine and his desks were opposite each other next to the teaches desk, which
meant there was only half the chance of being seen. Which eased my panic and
paranoia as I my feet found his kswiss, flicked em to get them facing the
right way, as I slipped my feet in both of them. I felt my penis harden as I
savoured the warmth of his shoes. I couldn't resist groping my growing bulge
in my shorts.

I wore them for around 30seconds before I got too paranoid of him changing
position or suddenly getting cold feet, so I slipped them back off. Fucking
lucky to be honest, he moved his legs almost immediately after my legs n
feet got back to my side. I stole another glance under the desk, this time
under the pretense of adjusting my shoes, his legs were spread in a normal
seated position. Allowing me to see a vague outline of his package.

I took a deep breath as I thought I could use this situation, using parts
one and three of Peter's plan in one go. I outstretched my legs so that they
were able to reach his which weren't, and just be around a cm away from his
feet. I edged my chair closer to my desk, I moved as close to my desk as
possible, as I nervously turned the direction of both my feet, so that my
ankle gently came into contact with his lower ankle and part of his foot.

Nothing happened. I told myself wait for five minutes so he gets used to it
then you can increase contact. But I couldn't wait. After two minutes I
moved my feet slightly closer, so that my toes were now touching the back of
his ankle and the side of my foot was resting against his. I stole a quick
glance at his face, unchanged and focused on his work, barely a blink.

After about a minute he moved again, I was still unsure about how he felt
about the contact. With straight guys you never know if they think it's too
much or not, some straight guys don't mind, believing that both of you are
straight and thus why does it matter, some find it highly uncomfortable
believing all male touching is wrong/disgusting etc.

This time he outstretched his legs again, spreading them out wide, and
stretching them out across into my half of the desk. Such that the side of
his shins came into direct contact with mine. I was now hard and couldn't
help but grope myself again.
I did that thing where you move seemingly adjusting your seating position,
but actually just using it as an excuse to gently run our legs together,
feeling our hairs momentarily intertwine, feeling the warmth of his legs.

It was hard to tell what he thought, he did start up a conversation with me
shortly after, talking about random things, where I'm from, where he's from,
the usual 'So you're new' type of conversation. Which I thought at the very
least meant he was comfortable being around me.

And that's where the bell rang for our next lesson. I didn't expect him to
be like, he's touching my leg, I want you now. Nor did I expect him to be
sporting a huge boner as we left, he did sort of have a semi though, there
was a slight bulge. But all in all I was happy with the progress I made with
Adrian, we got on well. It massively turned my on thinking that he was a
challenge, a realistic challenge. Next Maths lesson we'll see what happens,
and I still had Peter to look forward to.

The rest of the day went by slowly and was more or less shit and a waste of
time. No other opportunities arising with anyone else. I met up with Peter,
and after a brief exchange of how our days went and informing him that my
mum picked up my bike this morning as she dropped me off for school, I was
back on the back of his bike, this time pressed up against him.

We got back to his house, after talking most of the way about a new xbox
game that was coming out, he said, "Trampoline?" to which I readily
accepted.

We got into his house n said, "I'm just gonna put on some shorts, I'm sweaty
as fuck."
"Haha, yeah good plan.. actually have you got a spare pair, I might do the
same."
I walked into his room behind him, and watched as he fished through his
clothes, found a pair of red football shorts n threw them at me, as he
changed into a pair of black ones. It was weird, I wasn't sure if I was
supposed to push him into his bed and starting rubbing his dick, as if we
would only ever be 'having fun,' or if those moments would be random and
just happen. He didn't put on a shirt, so neither did I. We both ran back
downstairs, through the garden and pounced onto the trampoline as we just
jumped for a bit.

Then a thought occurred to me, maybe he wants me to make the move. So I did,
I pushed him over and we started wrestling again on the trampoline, only
this time I was more ready for how he was going to respond, and managed to
pin him down on his back with me sitting on his tummy. Still caught up in
the moment I startled tickling him. He laughed hysterically and squirmed
underneath me, as tickled his tummy and moved up across his chests and his
pits. Hearing him howl with laughter made my penis grow very quickly.

I scooched back until I found his bulge and sat directly on it, as I tickled
him harder and slowly ground my arse into him. My tickling slowly turned
into a rough massage, and then just touching him as I ground harder and
harder into his now hard bulge as I heard him moan.

I laid on top of him and let my one of my hands wander to his nipples as I
gently tweaked and pinched them, as the other crept underneath him as I
squeezed his cheeks in my hand. I felt him ground back as he breath heavily
on my neck, and I on his. Both his hands found their from my lower back
underneath the waistband of my shorts as we dry humped each other. I gently
nibbled his ear and and neck as he moaned and humped harder, thrusting
against me as we bounced on the trampoline.

I kissed his neck and moved towards chin, then to his lips, he didn't
resist. I kissed his lips once before he opened his mouth and let me tongue
in, as we wildly attacked each others tongues and explored our mouths.
Making out with Peter felt amazing, I loved the taste of him. And that
thought sent me over the edge as I dry fucked him, after a few quick thrusts
into his groin I moaned in his mouth as I came all over myself. I was still
cumming as I felt his orgasm against me, as I felt and heard his sexy moans.

We slowed down until we were merely kissing and letting our hands roam each
others body, mine in his hair, his on my arse.

I stopped kissing him and said,
"I should go soon.."
"Yeah I think thats a good idea, we kinda got carried away again." We both
giggled.
I started getting up from him and then an astounding thought came to mind,
"Do you mind if I took a souvenir with me?"
"What do you mean.."
Before he could finish I had pulled down his gloriously cum filled shorts
and had started to run off with them back into the house. I heard him
laughing behind me.

I changed into my uniform, put our shorts in a carrier back and into my
backpack and walked home with a very satisfied grin on my face.

--End of Chapter Two--