Date: Thu, 13 Mar 2003 05:08:41 +0000
From: discoforever69@hotmail.com
Subject: Toby and Me Part 1

Disclaimer

This story may contain scenes of sexual love between two consenting
underage males. If this is illegal in your state or country, or if you
are offended by this idea, please leave now. Otherwise, read on.

I had noticed him around for quite a while. He was two year levels below
me, but just one year in age because I was a year ahead. So it was my
fourth year in highschool and his second, I was fifteen and he was
fourteen.

I was about 5'7, fairly medium build and kind of frizzy hair that I liked
to grow out into a semi-afro even though my friends constantly begged me
to wax it down under control. My eyes are a pleasant hazel, but they are
very dull and certainly not an outstanding feature on my face. For some
people, others just look into their eyes and almost fall in love with
them because they're so beautiful, but for me, I couldn't imagine that
happening.

None of my friends new I was gay, so it was fun to check out my favourite
hot guys in the school with them knowing nothing. Sometimes I was afraid
they would catch me blatantly staring at another boy, but I was very
quiet and they were always more preoccupied with themselves to notice.

At first it was just a very mild attraction. His name was Tby, and he
looked very young for his age. I would have guessed 12 or early 13 had I
not know his real age. He was very popular amongst the second year
students, especially the girls, and he was pretty loud and boisturous too
(he took drama). I guess this was the reason I didn't immediately have a
huge crush on him, because he was so popular and so good looking, it made
him seem so distant from me, as though I would be dreaming to even swap a
few words with him. I liked the feeling of knowing someone was in reach,
knowing I could actually stand a chance with them, but during those early
months of the year, with him I never felt that. It was almost as though
he was a celebrity and I was just one of millions of diehard fans.

Obviously, he was extremely good looking. His hair was blonde, short and
spikey. I don't know how to describe his face, but it was very
distinctive. He had a small mouth, but big red lips and a cute little
button nose. His eyes were the kind that you look at and fall in love
with. Unlike mine, they were deep, meaningful, a serene blue. He wore
adorable clothes too! His teeshirts were worn fairly tightly, not so
tight they look uber-gay and fruity, but tight enough to give you a hint
of the gorgeous body underneath it.

I would see him around the school inbetween classes, and my eyes would
lock on to his face and I wouldn't be able to take them off until he
walked passed me. It was both satisfying and frustrating at the same time
to see him. The anticipation of seeing those beautiful blue eyes and
innocent smile made the moments when I did very special, but I also knew
that my hands would never venture beneath that Planet 8 teeshirt or those
faded jeans, so it was depressing too.

One day, however, something very exciting happened.

He made eye contact with me. You may laugh at this now - I do too - but
at the time it was an undescribably incredible experience. At first I
thought he would glance away. I looked down, then I looked up again. He
was still looking. My heart began racing and I couldn't bear those eyes
bearing into mine so I looked down again. When I looked up he was still
looking. Our eyes were locked. Then he passed, and I let out a huge sigh.
It was not any ordinary flashing eye contact. I swore he stared at me,
just the way I constantly gaze at him!

The next day, it happened again. For a second, his mouth opened, and I
thought he was going to say something nasty like "What choo lookin' at?"
but he just smiled and walked on. It was certainly not a hostile stare of
any sort. Some bullies liked to do that and I was cautious. They would
try and "stare you out" - it was a lose lose situation for the victim. If
you looked away, they won. If you didn't look away, they would beat you
up for staring at them. His smile and facial expression was very friendly
and welcoming and he certainly didn't seem like the bullying type. And he
was about half my height anyway!

When I found out that he lived round the corner from me, so I walked past
his house on the way to school. I started mastering the perfect departure
time so it would coincide with the time he left too. I would leave at
8:20am, because I worked out that he always left at 8:25am, in order to
get to school on the bell at 8:40am. I had to make sure he left the house
before me though, so sometimes I would have to slow down a bit, because
it's no good him leaving behind me because then I don't get to stare at
that tight butt as he walked along! Once or twice, however, I would get
infront of him and slow down my walking, and it was a very exciting
experience to have him walk past me!

I have to admit, I was getting strongly attracted to him by that stage.
Our eye-to-eye meetings were becoming common between classes and at
breaks and I still hadn't spoken a word to him! It's just that, I was so
shy, so quiet, and he was one of the most popular boys in his level. I
think I was mistaken on my first judgements of him though. Although he
hung around with the bitchy, American-wannabe chicks with so much make up
you could peel off their faces, he didn't seem to interact with them the
way the other boys did. When they made lame jokes about Asians or
homosexuals, he didn't laugh, but just shrugged it off. I admired this
quality about him.

It was when I was walking home from school on a Friday that I found it. A
school ID card, upside down on the footpath, I picked it up and to my
surprise, it was Toby. I couldn't believe how cute he looked in the ID
photo - I always looked terrible, and so did my friends, even though
they're not terribly bad looking. He was already well ahead of me by
then, so I couldn't catch him up. I would have to go up to his house and
give it to him in person!

Knock knock.

Silence.

My heart started to beat faster and my stomach began churning again,
giving me that weird feeling of butterflies I got when we made extended
eye contact.

The door swung open, and it was him.

"Hello...?" he said, obviously surprised.

"Hi...uh, I found this when I was walking home - it's your ID photo card
thingy." I was tripping over my words already!

"Oh shit! Thanks!" he replied. "Must have a hole in my bag."

"Well...uh..."

It was an awkward moment. It was Friday evening and I didn't want to
leave and go home to an empty house (my mum was away) for a boring
weekend. He was probably cruising the city with his friends, I suspected,
but I hinted hesitation in his voice. Looking back, I think that he
didn't want me to leave, but it was just too much for him to invite me
into his house. So, he took the easier option.

"You walk up that way, to the mall, huh?" He questioned hesitantly.

"Yeah, I live on Kelly Street."

"Great. I'm just going to the video store, theres nobody home tonight and
I'm not allowed to leave the house - if my parents found out - they'd
kill me! But yeah, can I walk with you?"

My heart skipped a beat. I could not be hearing this!

"You kiddin? Nobody is home at my place all weekend. Apart from me of
course. I was going to do the same thing. 8 video's for $11 superdeal,
few bags of sweets, order pizza late at night - you know the drill."
"Sure do." he laughed. "Well hey, I know we hardly know eachother,
infact, we've never even spoken until now, but I've heard a lot about
you, and some company would make this night way more fun."

I wondered what exactly he had heard about me, but there was no time to
ask.

"I understand if your not interested, it's just that -"

"- No. I mean, yes! Yeah, that sounds wicked. C'mon, grab your wallet." I
couldn't believe he would actually genuinely believe I wouldn't be
interested in spending a night with him.

I expected some more awkward silences walking to the video store, but
there was none of it. Our personalities melted together and it was then I
realised just how special this boy was. He had an outrageous sense of
humour that I fell in love with, a hugely infectious laugh, but he never
came across as silly or immature. Turned out we liked the same kind of
movies, too. I expected him to head over to the action or thriller
section like most teenage boys would, and pick up some trashy Arnold
Swarzenegger flick, but instead we looked at the romantic comedies
together and chose what looked like some pretty good entertainment. A lot
of Hugh Grant and Sandra Bullock.

When we got home, he showed me around his house. The curtains were all
closed so everything was dim even though the sun had been shining
brightly all day. There was a lot of dust in the air, and it smelt musky
and almost stale. His room was your typical teenage bedroom. Socks and
boxers littered the floor, and posters of his favourite bands plastered
the walls. He had a comfy looking double bed, and I wished we could just
jump on it and make sweet love with eachother.

But you know what they say, good things take time! If I presumed that he
wanted anything more than friendship, I could potentially destroy what
looked like a budding relationship, be it sexual or friendly.

We popped in the first movie (Notting Hill) and slumped together on the
small couch. It was one of those old, worn away couches that looked
uncomfortable at first glance, but when I sat in it I sunk into a comfy
position right away and began thinking over my game plan while the
previews rolled. We exchanged nervous glances every now and then, and the
thought crossed my mind that he might be doing the very same thing. I
somehow wanted him to notice that I was making a move, but not make it so
obvious that he got freaked out and asked me to leave.

First, I wanted to position the two of us as close together as possible,
so I started edging into the center of the couch. I slid my foot over
cautiously until I felt it touch his. He didn't instinctively move his
away, which was the first promising sign. Then he started shifting
himself towards the center too, until our knees were nearly touching.

He was wearing some fairly tight shorts, that really accentuated his
perfect butt. When he was standing, the hems came just below his knees,
but now that we were sitting they slid up, revealing part of his lower
thigh. The only sign of hair on his legs was very sparse and light
blonde, growing down on his lower leg. He had a distinctive tanline at
his knee and his thighs were quite whitish in colour.

We sat like that for quite a while, occassionally he would nudge me, and
shift his weight, but it wasn't physically possible to get us any closer
together. I decided to start stroking his leg with my hand - very small
strokes of course to begin with. I pretended it wasn't on purpose,
although from my point of view it did look kind of hokey, he didn't make
any sign that he objected it to it.

Suddenly, I noticed something out of the corner of my eye. He had a
boner! If he was wearing a baggy teeshirt, he may have been able to hide
it, but there was no mistaking that tent in his tight pants for anything
but a full blown erection. It took me hugely by surprise, because all
thought I had seen some suspicion hunches and readjustments in classes at
school, I had never seen an open erection like that and he had a generous
bulge which I must have been at least four or five inches worth of boy
meat.

He obviously thought that if he just kept looking at the tv screen he
wouldn't draw any attention to it, and I didn't want him to know I had
been looking at his dick, so I quickly thought up a set-up. I
"accidentally" dropped one of my sweets into his lap, and when he looked
down and I went looked down to get it, I pretended to be astonished at
his bulging erection.

"Omigod!" I laughed, "Nice stiffy!" I didn't want to make him feel any
undue nerves, so I played up the situation as much as I could. "I didn't
know you felt that way about Hugh Grant!"

"Oooh shut up!" he joked back, with a sigh signalling his cover was
busted. "It looks like you have a thing for him too!"

Evidently, he was right. I didn't stop to check whether my stiffy was
noticeable, but on self-examination it was unmissable. Mine would have
been harder to hide anyhow, as I was going on 6 inches.

We laughed for a bit, and then I dropped the line that would kickstart
the rest of the night. "As embarassing as it is, mines clearly bigger
than yours." I was using the whole "prove it" tactic, capitalising on
male bravado - never fails.

"Ahhh bullshit!" He retailiated. "You may be one year older, but I'm one
inch longer."

"Then your going to have to prove it." I said. This was when the
anxiousness reached its peak - if he said yes, I was safe. Otherwise, he
would call me a faggot and lock me out of his house.

He paused, and my heart pounded harder. "Alright... your on." he said and
I let out a huge sigh of relief.

"C'mon then, gizz us a strip show!" I joked.

"Hey hey hey! You have to do this too!"

"You agreed - you go first."

He paused again for a moment, and then stood up and walked infront of the
tv. I stopped the movie, I had a feeling we might not be watching anymore
for a while. I was so excited, I thought I might just explode right there
and then in my pants and ruin the whole night.


Very, very slowly, he undid the button on his pants. He knew I wanted
this so bad, and he was milking the situation for all it was worth. I
watched his pants drop to the floor and then refocused on his boxers,
with his his dick pointing straight out at me. I pined to walk up there
and and rip his boxers off but I restrained myself.

Finally, the moment I'd been waiting for, he dropped his boxers too
revealing the most beautiful penis I had ever seen. It was throbbing, and
uncut, and my previous estimate of four to five inches seemed to be right
on. At the base, he had a small tuft of light brown pubes, only just
beginning to curl. We both blushed and then he pulled up his boxers and
shorts and ran back to the couch.

"Your turn."

After seeing him doing it, I was feeling much less anxious, and to
prolong it like he did would have tortured me just as much as it would
torture him. His facial expression when I dropped my boxers was
priceless, and I took a mental photo which will stay in my memory
forever.

"Okay..." he blushed furiously. "You win. But only just."

I hurried back to the couch and to my dissapointment he flicked on the
video again.

Five minutes later, we still had enormous tents in our pants, and I was
getting agitated.

"Aren't you going to do anything with that erection?" I asked him.

"Like what?" he replied.

"Wank, stupid! ...You do wank don't you?"

"Oh yeah!" he said. "'Course I do."

"Well, you got any porn on that computer of yours?"

"Yeah, I get it on Kazaa...but..."

"But what?"

"Nevermind. It's just..."

I didn't stop to think about what the but might be and I hurried into his
room and opened up some picture files in his shared files folder on his
computer.

"Stop! Don't!" he yelled after me, but it was too late.

Infront of me, was two men, naked, intwined in some sort of lovemaking
position. He had gay porn.

When he entered the room he gasped and immediately broke down into tears.
The emotions that swept over me were such that I had never experienced
before. I was overjoyed that he was gay, but I felt so terrible for him
crying his eyes out while I sat there wide-eyed, looking like a baffoon.

"Please!" he sobbed. "I understand if you want to leave right now...but
please... please don't tell anyone about this! I'm sorry...I wish I never
downloaded it -"

I couldn't let him carry on like this. "Toby... nobody is going to find
out about this, okay. I'm not going to tell anybody."

His breathing returned to it's normal state from his hurried sobs.

"Toby, don't you understand? Do you really think I have a thing for Julia
Roberts? I was stroking your leg for a reason ya know..." It felt great
to get the truth out.

"You mean... your gay too?" he asked, still puzzled. I couldn't bear
looking at that innocent, confused face anymore. I wanted to kiss him.

"YES!" I yelled and pulled him into a strong hug that lasted several
minutes. We laughed and cried and I could feel his cock slowly swelling
and jutting into my thigh. I could feel mine prodding into him too, and
we didn't need to speak anymore words.

I threw myself onto my back on his bed and he sat down ontop of waist.
For half a minute, we did nothing, just sitting there, staring into
eachothers eyes, breathing heavily, rubbing our hands on eachother. Then
he pulled off his teeshirt with a little help from me and my dreams and
fantasies became a reality.

There he was, sporting his beautifully toned, hairless boy chest, sitting
ontop of me, waiting for my hands to slide across it. I noticed he had
one or two scanty hairs growing under his armpits, but his chest was as
smooth as a baby's bottom. He stretched out and lay forward, his head
poised above mine, so we could look deep into eachothers eyes with just a
few inches between us.

Then I kissed him. It wasn't my first kiss, but it was my first real
kiss. Before then, kissing meant nothing. Kissing was just something that
boyfriend and girlfriends did. It was protocol. But now, as his tongue
slide between my lips and explored my warm, slippery mouth, I knew what
true kissing was all about. I felt like I was in heaven, and this was
only the beginning.

We managed to slip my teeshirt off during the kiss, and after what seemed
like minutes of our lips being intwined, and our smooth boy chests and
throbbing erections rubbing against eachothers through our pants, he left
my lips and began kissing down my neck and onto my nipples.

He would suck on each one slowly, working his tongue around them in
circles and occasionally adding a playful nibble. They soon hardened in
time for him to lick, suck and kiss all the way down my torso until he
reached my belt.

I nodded approval, and he unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them off without
haste. He grabbed my erection and played with the tip of it with his
thumb, rubbing the foreskin on and off the head, letting his other
fingers explore it's full length and my balls through my boxers.

I could feel his other hand creeping up my inner thigh towards my bare
ballsack and eventually his index finger hesitantly make contact with it.
He spread his fingers over my balls and up my shaft and finally he pulled
off my boxers and started masturbating me while I looked on in
satisfaction. I let him take over, and relaxed, looking down curiously
and letting out the odd sigh of desire.

Slowly, as lightly as he could, he gently stroked my stomach and groin
with his fingertips, sending shudders of ecstacy through me. Positioning
himself with his mouth just above my dick, I could feel his hot breath on
my dickhead. He licked the tip of my uncut cock with his tongue, making
slow circles, working down my shaft until all 6 inches were engulfed in
his mouth.

Then he began sucking harder, using his other hand to fondle my huge
ballsacks. His head was bobbing up and down like a Muslim at prayer. When
he sensed my approaching orgasm, he would stop, and go back to licking to
slowly licking the length of my excited penis.

Finally, after the horny little fourteen-year-old had been sucking me at
full throttle for several minutes, I felt the orgasm rush across me in a
wave of pleasure and I moaned outloud, tensing my whole body, right down
to my extended little toes.

"I'm commmming!!!!" I groaned and I was glad to see he didn't pull off
but instead took the full length of my 6 inch dick as I pushed it deep
into his mouth. I wasn't sure exactly how much jizz I was shooting, but
my dick was pumping so hard it was almost hurting. I groaned and
one...two...three...four squirts of my hot milky boy cum shot him in the
back of his throat and he swallowed it all without hesitation.

After a few minutes of panting and regaining our breath, he snuggled up
to me and we kissed and laughed some more. I could still feel his
softening stiffy rubbing against my groin.

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This is my first ever erotic story, so I would benefit greatly from any
questions, comments, suggestions, praise or constructive criticism you
want to fire at me. So feel free to e-mail me at
discoforever69@hotmail.com. More to come if you want it!