Date: Sat, 11 Jun 2011 16:21:47 +0000 From: Fiction Stories Subject: These eyes of mine Chapter 2 This story is a work of fiction. Any similarities to events or people are completely coincidental. This story will contain profanities and gay sexual acts between teenage characters.This story is intended for a mature audience. If you find this type of story offensive or if you are under 18 years of age, or under the legal age to view this then kindly leave now. Please comment on my story at fictionstories@live.co.uk This is my first time at writing a story so please don't flame me too badly and please use constructive criticism. The author maintains all rights to the story. Chapter 2: Did I mention I'm gay? My back pressed against the door I tried to will my hard on to go down. The hottest guy I have ever seen in the seventeen years of my life lives right next door to me. Normally guys like him are straight as an arrow and with my luck he probably is but there's just something sort of off in the way he stared at me. Makes a horny virgin gay teenager hope. The more I thought about not thinking about him the more I was getting hard so I started for the stairs to take care of my not so little problem. "Mom all this seeing is getting me a headache, I'm gonna go have a nap kay?" I yelled at the direction of the kitchen. "Wait Ty, Can you get the box of cutlery from the living room please? It'll only take a sec" Mom asked. "But.." I started. "Ty, don't be an ass.." She said annoyed I, being the obedient and respectful son that I am, went into the living room to get the damned box. Using it to cover the not so little problem I went to the kitchen to give it to my mom. She was busy unpacking a box of cooking ware. "Hey umm... what do you want for dinner tonight?" Her voice had a noticeable change in it. To most people this meant the obvious, your mom wants to cook what you want for dinner, but when my mom says it it's her way of saying 'You up for cooking tonight?'. She is horrible at cooking and I'm not trying to be funny. The last home cooked meal she made earned me an extended weekend off school because I had to get my stomach pumped. So it was then that I and my reluctant mom decided that meals at home would be left in my care. Although I was far from a chef I could hold my own against everyday dishes. It's weird that my mom never thinks her cooking is in need of something short of miracle and she also never gets sick from eating her own food. Maybe she's grown a natural resistance for her lethal cooking? "I don't mind, anything'll do" this really meant 'Go ahead and order takeout.' "Good, Chinese it is" she smiled. I'm in charge of home cooked meals but she's the man when it comes to picking when getting takeout. "I'll just leave it here then" trying to put the box on the table while turning the front of my body away from my mom. "Be careful" She said looking at me carefully. "Seriously mom! I'm not eight. The walking accident is..." I started now getting annoyed. "No. Not that genius. Just be careful about... relationships." She said cryptically. What the hell? "What brought this on?" Oh shit, she saw my little episode with Jared didn't she? "That J.. aahhhh.. Josh? No.. Jerry?" "His name is Jared mom." Who's the genius now? "I know. He's a great little stud isn't he?" She smiled. Oh God. "Just.. be careful. I don't want you to get hurt." "Again with the meddling! Stop already. You know you really need to get a friend to obsess on other things with." I retorted. "And you need to get laid!" She laughed pointing at the box that's covering my crotch. "And on that note I'm gone" I said embarrassed as hell. By now my boner had subsided significantly. I trudged up the stairs into the unfamiliar first floor. The house has three bedrooms. My mom's room is at the far end of the hall. She always gets the master bedroom with an en-suite bathroom. Luckily my room at the opposite side of the hall has an en-suite bathroom too. So if I got frisky with a certain neighbor at say three o'clock in the morning I wouldn't have to sneak around to get cleaned up in the upstairs bathroom in the hall. If he was gay of course. And then he can take my damned virginity! I went into my room, closed the door and locked it. Time to take care of the arising problem. But first I looked around for a bit. I had to commend my mom about the house and for hatching the idea of sending out stuff ahead of our moving in. Who knew we'd get the hang of it fifth time lucky? It was a nice sized room. A decent sized double bed. A desk to put my laptop on. A tall bookshelf for all my books. The room was a good enough size for an upper middle class home. I thought of changing into something more comfortable so I made my way to the bathroom. However, as I passed my window something caught my eye. My window is exactly opposite the window of the house that is right next to ours. Jared's house. I could see into a bedroom. The two houses could not have been but a couple of feet apart so I could clearly see into the room. But it wasn't the room I was interested about. It was Jared standing in the middle of the room. He was shirtless and wearing a towel to cover his lower body. I think he just had a shower as his hair was all wet. He had his back to me while he was looking at himself in the mirror. I looked at his muscly back and studied how the muscle and bone perfectly sculpted a back of an Adonis. He had broad shoulders and a narrow-ish waist. It must be one of the sexiest backs I've ever seen! My dick had grown quite adequately to make a tent in my jeans. The jeans actually starting to get a little uncomfortable. His body suddenly went tense as he quickly turned around. I ducked out into my bathroom. My heart pumping like a train from shock. The quick movement caused the blood to rush really quickly into my brain and this had me disorientated for a moment. Had he seen me perving? Now he's going to think that I'm a pervy gay teenager. What if he's a bigot? All the anxiety and commotion in my head was starting to give me a migraine. I reached into the medicine cabinet to get a paracetamol. My hand stopped dead in my tracks. I stared at myself for a minute. For a tiny Nano-second I thought I was staring at a stranger but it really was me. My eyes were different. Gone were the baby blue sparkling eyes and I was now staring at a very deep blue almost purple eyes. Somehow they made me look more.. just... different. "The fuck?" I exclaimed. I knew that my eye color had changed the doctors and even mom had said so. But I was not expecting such a polar contrast in the two colors. I liked my baby blues but I'm not sure what I feel about my new eyes. They were a quite a site to get used to. I opened the cabinet and took a pill of paracetamol. Closing the cabinet door I inspected my eyes again. Weird. I came out of the bathroom careful not to be seen from the window. I tried to look through the edge of the window into Jared's room. His curtains were pulled together. Shit, he saw me! I know I should've been extremely anxious but getting caught staring at Jared was actually kind of exciting. Of course if I'm wrong and he turns out to be a homophobic hot guy, life in this neighborhood may very well be hell. But what was with the way he stared at me? And that freaky smile he had. Or maybe I'm just getting ahead of myself here. Having broken out of my reverie, I notice that I still had a manageable bone. I quickly looked at some of the boxes to find my laptop. Luckily mother had also arranged getting the internet and satellite cable set up to make the move less of a hassle. I go to one of my best-loved free porn sites and quickly set up a video that was in my favorites list. I unlatched the button and zip of my jeans and stroke my cock through the boxers. I watch as the two very hot models in the shoot feel up each other and kiss ferociously. My cock had filled out my boxers nicely and had gotten to a suitable hardness. I didn't waste time as I just wanted to cum as quickly as possible. I spat on my hand and went to work. After about five minutes of savage pumping of my dick I felt the habitual beginning sensations of cumming. Just as the two models were getting in a sixty-nine position, I spurted four arrows of white sticky love juice on my body. I was in a complete state of bliss for a few minutes. When I came down from my high, I sat there contemplating on a job well done. Then I suddenly heard three very sharp knocks on my door. This rendered my just seconds ago blissfulness to a state of panic and confusion. I just sat there somewhat stunned. I heard knocks on my door again. "Uh.. Coming!" I quickly closed my laptop and fixed my underwear and jeans. I tried to straighten out my clothes as best as I could. I opened my door. Jared stood there grinning mischievously. He was wearing a plain white t-shirt and shorts. "I hope I'm not disturbing." He said looking at me carefully as though he was judging me by my reaction. "I wasn't doing anything" I said an obvious hitch in my voice. "Uuumm... I mean.. I.. uh... I was just cleaning up a bit here." Thank god I didn't turn on the sound on my laptop. "Uhuh.. Well?" He said expectant. "Well what?" I said nervously. "Are you just going to keep me standing out on your hall or are you going to let me in?" "Oh, come in!" I stepped out behind the door to let him in. While he had his back to me. I rearranged my package discreetly. I always hated the feel of wet cum in your underwear. "It ain't any good yet cos I have to unpack and arrange some stuff, but this is my room!" "That's what I'm here for remember. I'll help ya dude!" He started moving some boxes and I was quick to get down on the work too. For a while we didn't talk.. at all. I was so embarrassed and must have been blushing so badly while I unpacked and arranged. I was kicking myself for not trying to diffuse the awkwardness in the room. He would unpack the boxes taking the contents out and I would take the stuff and go around the room to put the stuff in. "You don't have to be embarrassed you know? We all do that; wanking I mean. It's part of teenage life. You'd be weird or stupid not to do it." He said matter-of-factly. "Yeah.. haha" I said nervousness very prominent in my laugh. "Where do you want these?" He gestured to a box containing my boxers. I blushed again. Most of my underwear were boxer briefs and I always bought ones that were a little fitter in size so that it left very little to imagination. I guess it made me feel sexy. What? It's not weird! A guy can want to look his best if he wants too! "I'll take that!" I quickly said reaching for the box. "Hey these are cool!" He picked up pair that had the writing 'The legend' with an arrow pointing to the area directly where the wearer's penis would be and on the other side it had 'The man' with an arrow pointing at upwards. "Yeah I got them as a present from a friend." I snatched the underwear from his grasp as he was holding it up. I dumped the contents of the box on a drawer in my cabinet not bothering to sort them out properly. He just smiled when I looked back at him. It took us about an hour and a half to finish of the job. My room was looking a little more lived-in when we finished. While we were doing the job we talked about our lives. I explained to him that about my mom getting pregnant just out of college and marrying my dad, the divorce, moving from place to place, a little more detail about the accident and my cornea transplant. He explained that he was born and raised in this city. He lives with his mom and dad and his older brother. His other older brother, he explained, was in college. He played football in the local public school and I found out that I would be going to the same school he is. Interesting. We had a lot of common interests particularly in music. We both had no specific favorites in terms of genre or bands or singers. Our music taste was just based on whether we liked the sound of that song or not. He liked action movies as did I and sometimes enjoyed a bit of cheap comedy. He worked out a lot on the weekends and a few days on the weekdays. He can play the guitar as his grandfather taught him. From what I could tell he was really fond of his grandfather. When we finished I just sat on my bed while he sat on my desk chair. "Hey, you mind if I check my e-mail? I haven't been able to go into it in a while. Our internet has been acting up lately." He asked. "Sure, no problem go ahead" I replied. By then I was pretty sure that Jared was straight. However, he was also a very cool, friendly and a really nice guy. If we become close friends in the future - and I saw this happening very easily - I might come clean about my sexuality. He also hadn't mentioned me perving at him so he probably never saw me. He'd been so cool that there was no way I could have thought he was in the very least homophobic. "THE FUCK?!" He bellowed. I snapped out of my train of thought and looked at what had caused him to curse. I saw the paused video on the porn site I jerked off to a few hours ago. He was looking at me with fire in his eyes. "I can explain!" I tried to defend myself. Well, so much for being close friends. "You're GAY?!" He asked incredibility in his voice. In one fast motion he pushed me into the wall and held me by my throat. He wasn't really choking me. Just held me in place firmly. Oh great I thought, my first day in this neighborhood and I'm already in a fight. Why was I raised a lover and not a fighter? Thank you mom. His muscles seemed to bulge as if to show off his strength. You'd think he'd have punched me by now. We stayed that way for what seemed like a lifetime. He looked at me with searching eyes and then gingerly, he bit his lip. Does it seem weird that I was getting a bit impatient with the prolonged impending beating I'm supposed to get? Then something happened that really threw me in for a loop. He leaned in closer to my face. Our lips just inches away. I think he wanted me to kiss him. I had learned from experience to never ever trust my gut instinct. I began doubting my judgment. Why the hell hadn't he punched me yet? And what is with the staring. I was feeling quite self conscious. I just hate feeling like I am uncomfortable in my own skin. The way he was looking at me made me feel like he was stripping me naked just with his stare. So I kissed him. At first I was hesitant. I just pressed my lips against his. I closed my eyes too for a dramatic effect. lol. When I felt no resistance. I started moving my lips. His lips moved with mine. I boldly tried to press my tongue against his lips hoping to God I hadn't crossed a line and that he wouldn't bite my tongue off. But he willingly opened his mouth and let me explore inside with my tongue. I opened my eyes. He was staring into my eyes. At that his tongue came to life and wrestled with mine. His mouth tasted sweet. I loved the feeling of kissing him. I felt electricity going up and down my spine as I kissed him. My first kiss and the feelings I was feeling were beyond what I imagined they would be. I began moaning as I kissed him. He was kneeling while I sat on the bed and I had my back against the wall. He also still had his hand around my neck only this time his grip had loosened and he was pulling my face into his face as if it were actually possible to merge our two sucking faces together. I reached my limit and broke the kiss breathing heavily from the lack of air. He was panting a bit too. "Fuck, this feels so good!" I said between breaths. With the hand on my neck he pulled me back again. Our tongues were battling to gain supremacy over the other. With his other hand, he cupped my butt and started squeezing. I was beyond horny at this point. He then lifted me up so that I sat on his lap. I felt the huge bone in the confines of his shorts sticking into my ass. All the while our kissing never stopped. I started gyrating my ass into his groin and my crotch on his stomach. He then dropped me on my bed, our lips parting with a loud pop. In seconds he was on top of me. Our lips together once again while he was rubbing his crotch against mine. This felt a hundred times better than jerking off. "Taylor food is here, we'll be ready to eat in a minute! You two get cleaned up and come down stairs!" My mom yelled from downstairs. Instantly the sex haze that overtook me dissipated. It was as though someone had thrown a bucket of cold water at us. I stared at Jared. He stared back. "So.. care to explain what just happened there?" I asked innocently. "Would you buy me trying to pull off being drunk?" He said smiling. "Eh no.. For a second you really had me there dude. I was getting ready to claw your eyes out to defend myself. You're lucky I.. uh.." "Kissed me instead?" He said smiling. He was now lying on my bed. I was facing him. "Yeah..." I smiled. "So why did you kiss me back? That and other things" I said thinking about the grinding. "I don't know. I have never felt these feelings for a guy before and well... When I saw you staring at me through the window-" "I wasn't sta.." "Oh please, you were practically drooling looking at me!" He laughed. "As I was saying I saw you staring at me and then I saw the porn. I figured out you were gay and well..." "So uummm.... What does this mean?" I asked confused. "You want to go out with me or something?" "You don't beat around the bush do ya?" He grinned. "Well if you want some of this.." He licked my lips. I was going to open my mouth but he pulled away. "If you want some of that you better be good at begging." He said laughing. He got up off the bed to head for the bathroom. I went ballistic. "Hell NO!" I pulled him back down on the bed. He tried to get up but I had used a lot of force in holding him down. I gently bit his nipple. He hissed. I pulled his t-shirt up and licked at it. I then thrust my hand inside his shorts and felt his dick. He was going commando! I squeezed his shaft a few times and with my thumb I rubbed the sensitive underside of the head of his still hard cock. His body convulsed in appreciation. I pulled myself off of him and shot him with a deadly look. "Fuck!" he exclaimed. "If you want some of that, then don't expect me to be your bitch. I'll bite your cock off." I said with a hint malice l in my voice. And with that I went into my bathroom to clean up. The nerve of that guy thinking I was willing to be his cheap booty call! I got a small cloth from a drawer and wet it to wipe my face with. I then felt him gently bite my shoulder. "I see this one is gonna keep me on my toes. I dig that!" He said looking at me through the reflection in my mirror. "Sorry about being so.. authoritative. It kinda turns me on... A lot" He said embarassed. I looked at our reflection in the mirror. We were both pretty much very similar in height. He had that muscular yet still kind of swimmer-ish build and I had a toned fully swimmer type build. My hair had a more gold-ish tint to it while his was a darker sandy blonde. Our eyes were what stood out the most to me. I had that stormy dark blue sorta purplish color that contradicted his vibrant and lively green. He was staring straight at me. "What you lookin at horndog?" I asked raising an eyebrow. "Have I ever told you how awesome your eyes are. They are just.. soo... unique. I've never seen anything like it." "You were about to have sex with me just because you like the color of my eyes?" "That and also because of this" he grabbed my cock. "I really thought you were straight" I said. "Me too. But I don't know.. I guess you brought out something I didn't see was in me." He smiled at me turning my head to face him. I smiled back. "This is getting a bit gay even for me. Let's get cleaned up so we can eat. I'm starved dude!" We cleaned up a bit and messed around a bit. ***** Author's Note ***** What up guys. This summer so far has been particularly hot so unfortunately we are ripe in allergy season. For the past week I've been battling some really annoying hay fever with little to no result. So that is why this chapter took such a long time. Now excuses aside, I hope I haven't failed in my promises to sex up the story a bit. You are also very welcome to comment about it and make suggestions. I did have a bit of problem with the speed of this chapter. I absolutely hate it when authors take ages to get to the good stuff ;) so I decided to speed things up a little bit. But I also didn't want to make it so fast that it goes by in a sloppy confusing blur. I think I'm happy with the balance so far but do not hesitate to comment if you think otherwise. I seriously do want to hear your opinion. As for the guys who have already e-mailed me. You are so not off the hook here. I still want to hear from you guys. Thanks for sticking with me so far! Fiction Stories P.S. I'm like so strung out on antihistamines right now so please forgive my babbling.