Date: Sun, 09 Mar 2003 02:27:40 +0000
From: tommy nofeet <tommynofeet@hotmail.com>
Subject: Brian part 2

DISCLAIMER: in other words, naughty stuff alert. Basically, two thirteen
year old boys get up to stuff that everyone knows horny young teenagers get
up to, but are too afraid to admit they know, so they make it illegal. If
reading about this kind of thing is a crime where you are, don't be silly,
just hit the back button. If you're too young to be reading this, the same
applies. I know that if you've made it this far, you're probably going to
read it anyway (which I'm kind of pleased about -- rock on, rebel!), but I
have to give you warning, it's the rules (which are there for a reason, so
try not to break them too much, yeah?). If you do read the story, I hope
it's enjoyable. If so, let me know -- I'm a fairly friendly bloke, and I'll
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available at tommynofeet@hotmail.com.

Right, on with the story.

Brian -- part 2.
(Dedicated to a hip-hop DJ friend of mine who gave me some inspiration for
writing the rest of this when I really couldn't be bothered. Thanks, Tre)

My dreams were full of Brian. I imagined the soft kiss we had shared. I
imagined that we hadn't been too shy to do anything more than cuddle each
other when we went to bed. I imagined we'd been brave enough to change into
our bedclothes in front of each other, so that I could have seen his
wonderful form. Then I dreamt we woke next to each other, arms and legs
intertwined. Except that when I thought about it, when I became properly
aware of my surroundings, I realised that the last part wasn't a dream at
all. Brian and I genuinely were that close. I could feel the light pressure
of his arm draped over my chest, and his knee somewhere about my groin, in
very close proximity to my morning hard-on. I needed to pee really badly, a
fact which was exasperated by the pressure of his knee on my lower abdomen,
and so I very carefully extracted myself, trying not to wake him. I made my
way to the bathroom to relieve myself. When I was done, I stood looking at
myself in the mirror. I did this every morning, but this time there was
something different there. There was a spark in my eyes, replacing the
slightly dead part of my soul I was used to seeing. I smiled, realising that
it was the companionship I'd been blessed with that had made the difference.
Perhaps this new town would be better than all the rest.
Walking out of the bathroom, I almost ran headlong into Brian's mum, who
gave me a strange smile before walking past to take her morning shower. It
seemed she wasn't upset that I'd stayed the night, and also seemed quite
happy with Brian's choices. I didn't know what my parents would say when I
told them, but I figured it would have to be soon, especially if Brian and I
were to be a couple. Walking back into his room, I noticed he had woken.
When he saw me coming in, something like relief flashed across his face, and
he held out his arms to me. I could hardly refuse, so I joined him on the
bed in a big hug, interspersed every so often with a sloppy kiss. I could
feel his boner poking into my leg, and when I pointed this out, he started
to panic. I laughed and told him it was ok, and that I didn't mind.
Truthfully, I was very far from minding. I craved to touch it, to feel it,
to absorb its warmth. It didn't feel much bigger than my own, and that was
only a little over four inches. Perhaps finally I'd found someone else who
was as undeveloped as myself. I didn't have the chance to find out, though,
as before long we were taking our showers and heading down for breakfast. I
didn't have clean clothes to wear, so I borrowed some of Brian's, which fit
me quite well -- they were a little large on him, a little small on me, but
overall not bad at all. It felt nice to be wearing his stuff, like we were
close enough already that we lived in each other's clothes.
It was difficult to eat with such a vision of perfection sat across from me.
I don't have a clue what we ate that morning. It could have been mud for all
the notice I took. My eyes were riveted on his face. Occasionally, Brian
would look up, notice me watching him and smile that smile of his. It melted
me on the stool. I actually forgot to close my mouth and drooled slightly
before I regained my senses. I'm sure I heard his mum laughing somewhere off
to the right, but she could have been in Japan for all the notice I took.
Sunday was a blur. I know we talked, and played around in his room, and I
certainly remember more than a little kissing went on, but all too soon it
was time for me to go home. His mum gave me a lift -- it was a fifteen minute
walk, and a slow drizzle was falling that would have soaked me had I
travelled on foot. Brian and I sat in the back of the car holding hands,
grinning like idiots and occasionally breaking out into random fits of
giggles for no apparent reason. I could see his mum looking in the rear view
mirror at us, and noticed that strange smile again.
We spoke again on the phone that night. We'd been apart for only two hours,
and yet we managed to find another couple of hours of things to say to each
other. The next day at school, when we could find a little privacy, Brian
gave me the picture he'd been doodling while we were on the phone to each
other. It was a sketch of me and him kissing surrounded by a heart. It was
the most amazing thing I'd ever seen, and I took the risk of giving him a
hug. Luckily we didn't get caught.

I soon became included in the treatment that Brian received from the other
kids. We weren't taunted, we weren't bullied, but nor were we included in
anything. Rooms would go quiet when we walked in, and the noise would return
at a much lower level after an awkward silence. Not that we cared, because
we had each other. Every spare moment we could spend together we did,
sitting far too close for just friends. It must have been fairly obvious to
the other kids what was going on, though thankfully nothing was ever said
explicitly. Eventually, the attitude of a few of our more informed and
mature colleagues changed slightly, and we at least got a few encouraging
signs from people who clearly wanted to be our friends, but were still
afraid to be associated openly with us.
We even managed to make one of the quieter boys in the year open up to us.
Daniel was always pretty much ignored by the rest of the year, possibly
because he was actually only 12 but had been advanced a year for being
clever. Of course, that should have meant he simply hung out with the kids
his age, but he never did. One lunchtime, Brian and I were sat on a low wall
which ran alongside a basketball court in the school grounds, chatting
quietly and watching all the different cliques in the playground. We'd seen
Daniel sitting on the opposite wall, occasionally glancing in our direction
nervously. Brian and I eventually decided to go over and talk to him,
figuring that he was all alone and being seen with us couldn't make things
any worse.
He nearly ran when we approached. You could see his legs tensing, his hands
on the wall ready to push away, but we didn't give him the chance. It's not
like we were overly aggressive about it, but he had been watching us not too
surreptitiously for quite a while and we were determined to find out why.
`Hey, Daniel,' said Brian as we sat, one on either side of the nervous boy.
`How's things?'
`Er, not bad, I guess,' Daniel replied, clearly more nervous than ever.
`Is there something you wanted to ask us?' asked Brian. There wasn't any
menace to the question -- Brian sounded genuinely interested, and like he
wanted to put Daniel at his ease, despite the fact that he was hemmed in.
`Um, no, I don't think so.'
`Oh, right. We were just kind of wondering why you kept staring. But if you
don't want anything, we'll be off.'
Brian and I started to rise, and were almost ready to walk off when Daniel
spoke.
`Um, guys, actually there was something.?'
`Yeah?' I said, turning back to him. Brian and I stayed standing for the
minute.
`Can I... can I talk to you some time?'
`Now?' Brian asked.
`No, not now. Later. Would that be okay?' Daniel asked. His nerves were
relaxed slightly, but he was still visibly shaking.
`Sure,' said Brian. `You know where I live, don't you? You're only over on
McPherson Street, right?'
`Yeah, I know where you live. Shall I come over after school?'
`Yeah,' said Brian. `Come over about six and we'll talk.'
When we'd moved away from Daniel, who was still seated on the wall looking a
little shaky, I asked Brian if he knew what the boy wanted.
`I've got a fair idea,' he said, with a sly smile on his face. I didn't need
to probe further -- I had my own idea, and I was fairly sure it was the same
as Brian's.

I wolfed down my dinner and made it round to Brian's for just after five,
which left just under an hour to talk about what we would say to Daniel if
he asked us if we were gay. Well, ok, we actually had about fifteen minutes
after we'd said hello properly... Anyway, we decided to be honest with him if
he asked serious questions. Put it this way -- things couldn't get any worse
at school, so there really was nothing to lose by telling him that we were
actually a couple.
Daniel turned up at six on the dot. I'd have put money on him having waited
just round the corner until the time was right. Brian's mum was slightly
confused to find another friend from school visiting within the space of a
fortnight, but she did the usual friendly mum act to Daniel. The kid, for
his part, was too nervous to really notice whether or not he was welcome. He
wouldn't make eye contact with anyone, and all his answers were mumbled.
Eventually, it was pretty clear that he was uncomfortable, so Brian and I
decided to take him up to Brian's room to see if he would calm down a
little. We sat him down in Brian's office chair, and both sat on the bed
watching as he plucked up the courage to speak. I have to admit that he
looked kind of cute there, legs not quite reaching for the floor and
oversize shirt hanging off his shoulders. Thinking back, he was rather well
dressed that afternoon, not like most of the kids in the neighbourhood who
followed the scruffier the better philosophy. In excited, jumpy tones,
Daniel finally spoke.
`Is it true what they say about you two? You know, that you're... well, you
know!'
`What?' responded Brian. `That we're gay?'
Daniel's head came up sharply, with a combination of shock and a little
panic in his eyes. But he nodded -- he had wanted to ask that.
`Yeah,' said Brian. `We are.' As if to emphasize, he took hold of my hand.
It was then that I realised that despite his confident exterior, Brian was
actually as nervous as Daniel was -- his hand was sweaty and his grip a
little too strong for just holding hands.
`Um, how did you find out?'
`We just decided one day,' I said, making sure that the tone was sarcastic,
but hopefully not mocking. Both Daniel and Brian gave nervous little laughs.
At least I had lightened the atmosphere a little.
`You just know, Daniel,' said Brian, after a pause to think. `You look at
boys instead of girls. Sometimes you'll see a boy and he'll make your heart
leap in your chest. You notice things about your friends that most people
don't think you should be noticing. Like with Tom, I saw his eyes, and that
was it.'
I was a little taken aback -- I'd never really discussed with Brian what it
was he liked about me, and here he was telling someone else. It was nice, I
decided. And my eyes? Right then, I wasn't so sure that Brian was talking
about the right person, though her reassured me later that he certainly was.
`So you two are like, boyfriends then?'
`Yeah, I guess we are,' I replied, suddenly realising that was exactly what
we were. It felt good.
`Oh,' said Daniel, clearly disappointed.
`What's wrong?' I asked.
`Well, I was kind of not sure, and then I saw Brian, and I though he was
really good looking, and, well, you know...'
`You fancy Brian?'
`Yeah. Look, I'm sorry, I don't want to take him away from you or anything,
Tom. Please don't get angry at me.'
`Hey, it's ok, I'm not angry. Besides, I can see what there is to like about
him.'
Brian was blushing furiously by this point. I don't think he was entirely
comfortable being talked about like this.
`So, um, what happens now?' asked Daniel. `You aren't going to tell anyone
are you?'
`Not if you don't want us to,' I said. `And besides, I think you better wait
a while before being so sure you're gay. I mean, how long have you been
having these feelings?'
`Since I was moved up this year and saw Brian. I guess that makes it a
couple of months.'
`Then you can't be entirely sure you're gay. Give it a while. Don't bow
yourself in just yet.'
`But you guys are so sure,' he said.
`Well, I am,' I said. `I can't speak for Brian, but I started feeling this
way a few years ago. I'm thirteen now -- I think it's a pretty sure fire bet
that I'm that way inclined.'
Brian nodded, indicating that he, too, was pretty sure about his
orientation.
`Can I hang out with you guys at school?'
I looked at Brian, and at exactly the same time we both nodded.
`Yeah,' I said. `We could do with some more friends. As long as you can put
up with being seen with us.'
`Yeah, that would be cool. Thanks, guys. I've got to get home now -- my mum
doesn't know I got out through my window. She thinks I've been doing my
homework. She'll freak if she finds I'm not there.'
We showed him to the door and out into the cool evening air. He seemed a lot
happier leaving, and actually spoke to Brian's mum this time. She was just
bemused by the small presence who had appeared fifteen minutes earlier and
was now leaving again.

Daniel became a regular fixture hanging out with Brian and myself at
lunchtimes. It seemed to help his confidence, and it also seemed that now he
was seen by the kids his age to be hanging out with the cool older kids (I
don't think our reputation spanned the age gap), they accepted him, and
wanted him as a friend. Consequentially, we actually only saw him briefly at
lunchtime and after school after about the first two weeks of hanging out
with us. So it was a bit of a surprise three weeks later when we were
interrupted in the middle of something (ok, so we were kissing. Again. It's
not a crime, you know...) by Brian's mum shouting upstairs that Daniel was
there to see us. Readjusting ourselves to hide rather obvious tents in our
jeans, we wandered downstairs to see what he wanted. Brian's mum directed us
to the den, saying that she was cleaning in the kitchen and living room, and
the den was the best place for four boys to hang out.
`Four boys?' asked Brian.
`Yes,' his mum replied. `Daniel turned up with a friend, and said he just
had to see you if you were in, so I sent him down there and said you'd both
be down in a minute.'
Perplexed, we made our way downstairs, to find Daniel and another boy around
his age seated on the sofa, whispering and giggling. When they noticed us,
the boy with Daniel suddenly went very quiet and shy. Daniel, at least, was
able to speak.
`Um, Brian, Tom, I'd like you to meet Ed. Ed, this is Brian and Tom.'
`Right,' said Brian. `It's very nice to meet you, Ed. I'm not quite sure
what is so important that you had to come around and introduce us to him,
though, Dan.'
`This is what's so important,' said Daniel, and he leaned over to his new
friend and kissed him. Ed kissed back, and before long Brian had to clear
his throat so the pair remembered we were in the room.
`Wow,' I said. `Guess you found someone, then?'
Daniel didn't answer, he just grinned and nodded. I have to admit that both
Brian and I had grins on our faces watching the two of them. Though we were
only a year older, they seemed so young and cute. It certainly felt like
Brian and I had been together more than just a couple of months -- we felt
like veterans in the whole dating game.

For the first few months, we didn't need anything more in our relationship
than the kissing and hugging, which we did on a fairly permanent basis while
we were alone. But we were both horny thirteen year old boys, so something
more was bound to happen sooner or later. I masturbated pretty much every
night to thoughts of Brian, and the little I'd seen of his body, and I
managed to get a confession from him that he thought about me when he played
with himself.
It was a Friday night, this time at my place, that things finally went a
little further than the kissing. To be honest, I think we were both aching
for it. Brian had the night off from looking after his sister, and my
parents were out, so we had the night and the house to ourselves. It started
off pretty normal, watching TV and a couple of films, both in our night-time
uniform of loose shorts and t-shirts, cuddled up under a blanket on the
sofa. We'd both changed at different times, finding excuses not to see each
other change, though we didn't realise at the time that we both desperately
wanted to see the other one naked.
Under the blanket, with Brian cuddled into my back, I could feel his boner
pressing into the bottom of my spine. It was driving me mad, just having it
sat there and not being able to touch it. Eventually, I couldn't take it any
longer, and turned over to face him. Immediately we were kissing, and this
time, rather than putting both my arms around him, I let my right hand slide
down into his crotch, and made a very blatant grab for his dick. Brian
moaned loudly as I made contact and my fingers closed around the hot rod of
flesh that was gutting out of his groin. I broke the kiss and looked at his
face for conformation. He nodded eagerly in answer to the unspoken question,
and I continued, sliding my hand up until it was able to slip underneath the
waistband and onto his flesh. I worked my way down to the junction of his
dick and his body, feeling a few very light and wispy pubic hairs there.
There were probably a few more than I had, but I wasn't too upset -- since
I'd started going out with Brian, my development was really beginning to
happen in earnest. I put it down to his good influence on me. Brian's dick
was just about the same size as mine, though without being able to see them
both to compare, it was a little difficult to say.
Thankfully he was uncut, like me, so I could play with his foreskin. I
rolled it around between my thumb and forefinger, before slowly starting to
stroke it up and down. At this, Brian tensed. I could sense he was seriously
turned on already, and it wouldn't be long before he came, so I sped the
pace up to match his excitement. Sure enough, he only lasted for a couple of
minutes before pumping a few shots out into my hand. His cum was thin and
watery, not the thick stuff I had once seen an older boy shoot. I sniffed
it, but wasn't brave enough to lick it up, so I just wiped my hand on my
shorts. Brian was totally out of it, lying on his back and panting. When he
finally came round, he gave me a huge smile.
`Thanks, Tom, that was amazing. The best ever. Want me to do you?'
`Later,' I said, with a grin, before leaning in for another kiss and a long
hug. I really was falling in love.


THAT'S part two finished, then. Hope you liked it, and the development of
the relationship wasn't too fast for you, or too slow. Once again, there
will be more on the way if you want it, so tell me if you do at
tommynofeet@hotmail.com.