Date: Tue, 11 Sep 2012 18:43:08 -0500 From: Marcus Perjell Subject: Young Love and Adventure I As the author I retain the rights to my submitted story but grant the Nifty archive their due rights as publisher. This is my first submission to the Nifty archive and I want to say it may start slow but if you hang in I promise it will be worth it. This entirely fictional story contains graphic descriptions of teenage boys engaging in sexual activity. Therefore, if you are not of age to legally view such material then you should move along because this is not the story you were looking for. Any feedback would be GREATLY appreciated. As I said, this is my first time. mperjell22@gmail.com Young Love and Adventure: I have always known I was different. I always knew I didn't see girls in the same way the other guys did. Some girls were pretty, very pretty but I never thought much of them. Other boys, however, made my imagination run wild. I would sit in class sometimes and look around, wondering what all their penises looked like. I myself have an uncircumcised penis, a rarity in America, so one of the first questions I would ask was "are they cut?" followed inevitably by "is it thick? Long? Hairy? Veiny? I wonder what the head is like and the balls." As you can see, boys are what get me fired up. This train of thought always led to a raging boner in my pants so it could never last too long. I had to push those thoughts away out of fear that someone would notice my throbbing bulge. For as long as I can remember this has been the case. Everytime I saw a handsome boy my thoughts turned to what might be behind those jeans or shorts. I knew I must have been gay and that was okay. If being gay meant I got to find out. It was the spring of 2002 when I saw for the first time what was behind a particularly handsome boys shorts. We were both 15 and beautiful. I thought I was in love. We met in biology class. He had short dirty blonde hair and a muscular physique. His smile lit up his blue eyes and made my heart skip a beat. At first, he was just an untouchable god to stare at and daydream about. He was on the football team and I, a short, skinny, weakling, with no self esteem, was certain that he didn't even know I existed. Then one day, he dropped his pencil and as fate would have it, it rolled right to my foot. I stooped down to pick it up and when I came back up there was that beautiful smile "thanks Charles." I could hardly believe he knew my name. I barely stammered a quick "you're welcome" before I hastily turned around to hide my quickly reddening face. He knew my name. My self esteem issues told me that it was only because I was always raising my hand to answer questions that it didn't mean anything but for days it was all I thought about. About a week or two had passed and I had already put what had happened behind me. It was nothing I told myself with a smile. Then one day in class our teacher decided to make us swap lab partners. She told us all to stand up and wait at the back of the room. I took my spot right next to the sink, instinctively giving the rest of the class a wide berth, that was soon filled by Marcus. He walked straight towards me flashing his smile and asked if I would be his new lab partner. "Sure," I said "if you want." He just smiled and led me over to a new table. I took my seat and the lesson on cell biology began. Little did I know that I would soon get my own private lesson on the end product of meiosis in males. After that first day Marcus began talking to me about all kinds of things, video games, his family, football, his coach, his friends, and sometimes even biology and I surprised myself by warming up to him very fast. We even swapped numbers and would talk for hours after school. It wasn't long before we started making plans for a sleepover.