Date: Sat, 12 Mar 2011 11:32:04 +0000 From: Jake Toulouse-Lisle Subject: Elliot's Story - Chapter Two So... to begin with the mandatory disclaimers and warnings that I know most of you won't read, but here goes. This story is a work of fiction. All the events described hereafter are merely figments of my imagination, and perhaps some from my past. The characters in this story are also fictional (apart, of course, from the narrator (me, albeit a younger me)), and any resemblance to persons living or dead remains purely coincidental. The story also features sexually explicit scenes between consenting minors, so if you are offended by such scenes, or if it is illegal to read this where you live, then please look away now, and don't look back *insert scary face* No, but seriously... leave. This story is my own work, and is not to be posted anywhere else (on the internet, or otherwise) without my consent... *evils* So, to commence with the reason you are actually here – the story! I hope to see you at the other side and hope that you will continue to read this series as it continues to progress (and it will – I promise weekly updates, so be back!). Thanks, Jake. Elliot had an assembly after lunch, and then a maths lesson in the afternoon, both of which passed quickly and, for the most part, without trouble. That's to say that Liam, who he saw in the assembly, did ask about why he had to run off so quickly during lunch, but Elliot brushed the questions off by saying that he needed to go to the toilet, desperately. (Which, let's face it, wasn't altogether wrong.) The sound of the end-of-school bell, however painful, felt like music to his ears. Elliot grabbed up his books from his desk, shoved them in his bag and, with the teacher reminding the class of their algebra homework due next lesson with harsh consequences for failing to complete it, he headed out of the door and into the bustling school hallway. If there was one time when Elliot wished he wasn't quite so small, it was during the rush as all of the one and a half thousand pupils in his school flooded to the exits. However, today he managed to escape through the doors without so much as a shove. Safely on the outside of the Math block, Elliot started to walk down the driveway that led out of the school. Being mid winter now, the weather was very cold, and Elliot had to stop for a moment to pull out his coat and scarf and dress himself appropriately for the conditions. Bending down to pull the clothing out of his bag, however, he was approached from behind and startled by his friend Scotty, who poked him in the back making him jump nearly a foot in the air. Elliot shot Scotty a warning glance narrowing his eyes, pouting. Scotty knew how much Elliot hated being startled like that. "Hey, cool it, L." Scott said, palms out in a gesture of surrender and his typical white smile splitting his face in two. Elliot couldn't stay mad when his friend looked at him with that grin. He knew it and immediately gave up his pretence, dropping the attempted evil stare and returning the smile. "Sorry, Scotty," Elliot began. "I'm just on edge a bit. Anyway, how was your day? Sorry I didn't speak much in the library." The pair trundled off down the driveway and out of school, both relaying the events of their day and complaining about the dim-witted, unintelligent bullies that passed for students in their classes. It was a Friday and so it as the last day of school for the week and the weekend awaited them. Both the boys were glad about that, but there was also something else they were glad about. It was the weekend of Scotty's parents' anniversary, and as such they had booked a romantic weekend away for just the two of them, leaving Scotty parentless for the weekend. Which, of course, is illegal, so Scotty was to stay at Elliot's house for the whole weekend! This wouldn't be the first time that the pair had slept over at each other's house, naturally. Since Elliot began at Mailview Secondary School, just over four months ago, Scotty and him had hit it off and become instant friends. As they started to know each other and spend more time with each other in and out of school, they noticed that not only did they share some hobbies and interests, but they also lived just five minutes away from each other. It was a wonder that they had never met each other before Elliot joined secondary school. As they walked the winding streets home, Elliot and Scotty discussed what they would spend the weekend doing. Needless to say, the list consisted of the usual pizza eating, film watching and video game playing. A typical teenage sleepover. See, Elliot could be a pretty average kid at times, if only the children at school let him. "So, what films have you got for us?" Scott asked as they entered the front door of the house to greetings from Elliot's mum. "I have that new horror one, oh and this action one with Sylvester Stallone in, too." Answered Elliot. Once they were inside and they'd kicked off their shoes, Elliot and Scotty ran upstairs to the moderately sized bedroom which Elliot occupied all to himself. They had decided that they would finish off any of their remaining homework first, before playing games and watching films since that way they would have the remainder of the weekend to enjoy themselves. It was four o'clock when they had arrived home and by five they had both completed all of their assignments. Elliot's mother had called up to them to tell them that dinner was going to be on the table at six, so that left them an hour to kill. They began by playing some video games. "Aw man!" Complained Scotty, after Elliot netted a third goal against him on FIFA, taking the aggregate score to 5 games to nil. "Oh yeah!" Elliot show-boated, doing a little dance that in any other circumstances would be totally embarrassing, but in this case just aggravated Scotty. "Right, that's it," began Scotty. "I'm gonna teach you!" Dropping their controllers the two friends jumped at each other, instantly becoming intertwined in a mess of arms and legs. The pair was almost entirely unidentifiable as two human boys - they just looked like a four-legged, four- armed alien. The only difference that could be seen was Elliot's blonde mop and Scott's brown; and even then their hairstyles were very similar. They had begun their playful scramble on the bed, but the action had since led them to the floor where they both continued trying to pin the other, arms touching all over looking for a hold, groins innocently bumping. Scotty being a year older than Elliot, and consequently having a stronger, more solid build, was able to overpower his friend and had him in a secure pin on the floor. Knees and lower legs held down Elliot's thighs and his hands held Elliot's wrists out at the side. "Haha! I told you I would get you!" "Nuh," struggled Elliot. "That ain't fair! I weren't even ready for that. I'll have you next time!" At that point, Scotty released Elliot from his mercy, but not before giving him a playful ruffle of his golden, wavy hair. Elliot brushed Scott's hand away, pretending that he was in a mood; when, as with earlier on the school driveway, he knew he couldn't truly be mad at his friend. He gave up and merely returned the ruffling of hair and headed out of the room as it was now time to eat. As it turned out, both boys were ravenous. Well, it turns out that most boys are ravenous, and that most boys would eat anything put in front of them, to an extent; but in this case, Elliot and Scott quickly devoured the meal which Lisa, Elliot's mum, had put in front of them. Their hunger was surely helped by the fact that they had just burnt off a load of calories in their WWE re- enactment upstairs. Once the boys placed their dishes in the dishwasher they both were eager to return to the bedroom because they wanted a rematch on FIFA, however Lisa wouldn't let them return just yet, knowing all too well that they would only end up messing about and then would get indigestion. No; they were to stay downstairs and let their dinner settle before playing any more games. In the living room with the whole family (Elliot, his mum, his dad and his younger brother, Lewis, not to mention Scott), the conversation turned to school, and what they had learnt today. It was the usual conversation for the family, but like normal it fizzled out into nothing after just a few one-word responses from the boys. And so, after a while, probably out of boredom, Lisa reluctantly let the boys return to the bedroom early to continue their war. Once in the bedroom the boys decided it would be best, after all, if they just watched a film. So they first settled for the action film, feeling that if they left the horror film until later at night, it would have more of an effect. They settled on the double bed which Elliot owned, on top of the duvet, but still laid back against the pillows, relaxed. Although their legs were slightly touching, they thought nothing of it. They were simply two friends enjoying the film. Before the end of the film Elliot's mum and dad came upstairs, knocked on the door and told them that they were going to bed and to not stay up too late. "Okay mum." Elliot answered. The film ended about half an hour after the parents came up to go to bed. Looking at his clock, Elliot saw that the time was nearly ten o'clock. "Should we put on the horror film now?" asked Elliot. Scotty didn't immediately answer, and when Elliot turned to him, he could see a worried look on his face. "What's up Scotty?" Scott stumbled at first, not sure how to say what he wanted to say. "It's nothing, don't worry about it." Elliot couldn't take this as an answer, and knew there was something up which Scotty wasn't telling him. "Hey, Scotty. You can tell me. What's on your mind?" "Well, it's nothing really, it really is." Scotty continued. "You see, at school today, at lunch, when you left suddenly..." Elliot's heart rose to his mouth. Did Scotty suspect him? How could he know about that? Already a million thoughts rose to his head and a million excuses to follow. His cheeks reddened, though, and he knew that Scott had noticed. "You had a boner, didn't you? About what Liam was telling us, about Tom and then with what I said about Harry," Scotty finished. At first Elliot didn't respond, and that was enough of a silence for Scotty to know that he was right. Elliot felt like he could die right there and then – he was always really shy around nudity and around issues to do with sex. However, when he turned to look at Scotty, after initially turning away to hide his embarrassment, he saw not an angry look or one of disgust, but a smile. The same dazzling smile which could pierce through Elliot's attempts at directing anger at Scotty was now comforting him, reassuring him. "Well, yeah," Elliot began. "But kids get boners all the time; it means nothing, right?" This question was more in an attempt to convince himself of this fact than to ask Scotty. "Of course they do, but not every kid goes and has a wank in the toilets." This, again, took Elliot by surprise. He couldn't have known about that, could he? "Wha'!?" Elliot exclaimed, in a defensive manner. Still smiling, Scotty replied, "It's okay, L. Not every kid does it, but I did. When I was in your year, I went into the toilets and had to... you know. I think the thought of it is actually pretty hot." Well, that certainly put Elliot's mind at rest. Although he was not completely over his embarrassment, he was at least somewhat cooler about it now, knowing that his friend has done the same thing when he was his age. But now, after the embarrassment was beginning to subside, he had the trouble of having to deal with the stirrings in his groin which had begun when the conversation had started to turn from the film to boners and masturbation. Elliot was unable to ask any of the million questions which were whirling around his brain in search of an answer, because, continuing his interrogation, Scotty started again, saying, "Do you have one now?" Not sure at first what he meant, Elliot had to think for a second before responding. "Oh, erm... Well, yeah. Do you?" Some of the reticence with which Elliot had begun the conversation was beginning to dissipate. Answering Scott's questions more freely, he began to feel more excited at the prospect of where this conversation might lead them. He had been masturbating now for several months, and most of the images that played through his mind involved boys. True, over the past few months almost all of the images that ran through his mind when he pleasured himself were of the friend sitting right next to him on his bed, of the friend whose leg he became increasingly aware of touching his own, of the friend that he was now having a discussion about boners and wanking with. "Why don't you check for yourself?" Scotty asked. Elliot looked into Scott's eyes as he finished that question. The beaming blue eyes managed to shine through the darkness with a look that said `go ahead, I won't stop you'. So, tentatively at first, Elliot started to move his hand across his body to where he imagined the crotch of his friend to be. Still gazing into his friends happy, youthful eyes, his hand rested on the material of Scotty's trousers, but on the thigh. The warmth radiated through the cotton and excited the nerves on Elliot's hand as he worked his way up the few inches to the package he had been checking for. And sure enough the hardness underneath the fly of Scotty's school trousers confirmed that he did, in fact, have a boner. It felt harder than Elliot imagined possible, harder than his felt for sure. He enjoyed the feeling of the stiffness inside the trousers but yearned for more, however, he only groped a quick feel before removing his hand and smiling into the face of his friend. "Sure feels like it." Elliot whispered, in the silence of the bedroom. The tension was building. "Can I touch yours?" asked Scotty. Elliot nodded somewhat tentatively, and, through the darkness, Scotty could see this response and let his hand find the equally stiff, if not smaller, parcel awaiting his eager touch. The response in Elliot was magnificent. Feelings like he had never experienced before shot through his entire middle and set him to light. Ignited his bones, ignited a hidden desire that would never lay dormant again. He knew, from that first touch, that he was hooked. The small gasp that Elliot let out upon Scotty's hand touching his boyhood served only as an incentive for further adventure. Scott's hand began to rub gently over the protruding mound in his friend's trousers and every audible response was a reward to him. Elliot didn't need any encouragement to replace his hand on Scott's groin and he, too, began to rub softly over the stiffness. The rubbing continued, both getting more and more into the feelings that coursed through their bodies, and both also losing their inhibitions. When Elliot felt the hand slowly reach for the zip in his trouser fly, he didn't jump, or resist in the slightest, in fact he reach down himself to undo them for Scott, and then he reached over and unzipped Scotty's trousers too. Next, the buttons were slowly unclasped, and bottoms rose so's that the trousers could be lowered to their ankles, leaving both boys with just their underwear between his friend's hand and their erection. Underwear was quickly lowered and left in an unceremonious heap at their ankles with their school trousers. Now both boys took a moment to carefully look over the other boy's tool. Elliot's eyes were somewhat in awe at seeing a small bush of pubic hairs at the root of an uncircumcised dick nearing five inches. It was not so much the size of Scott's dick as the site of the smattering of brown hairs which intrigued Elliot. He longed that one day, he would also have hairs at the base of his dick, but he knew he would have to wait yet. Scotty also lay staring at the newly unpackaged prize which sat before him. He thought of Elliot's slender erection as a piece of beauty, and was glad that he had no hair on it yet, as it made his dick look cleaner, more innocent. The tight nut sack which was drawn up close to the body also pleased Scott, he knew that his friend would be unable to cum yet, which, for him, made the experience even more enjoyable. After the ritual of the visual feast, the visual inspection of their friend's most secret flesh, the true touch-fest could begin. Still with a bit of tension, Elliot reached out to Scotty's erection and took it in his hand. The only way he could describe it would be as though it was a little iron pole covered in silk. The hardness felt perfect in his hand, and, indeed, it seemed almost a more perfect fit in the grasp of his fingers than his own dick. Scott had taken hold of Elliot's erection too, by this point, and had begun the smooth, gentle movements that would inevitably lead to his friend's climax. Working in unison, the two boys found their rhythm and began, slowly, to increase their speed without having to ask the other. Their connection went beyond the physical and they felt truly connected on even a mental or psychic level. Little gasps and moans from Elliot's mouth warned Scott that he was doing a good job and that it wouldn't be long now before the orgasm arrived. Pumping his hips upwards into his friend's hand, whilst, with his own hand, working Scott's now swelling dick, Elliot knew, himself, that this was it. A final thrust. A perhaps too audible moan. He was finished, shaking involuntarily as his dry cum subsided. Seeing his friend reach his climax led Scott to rapidly increase the pace of his own thrusting into Elliot's now almost immobile hand. Although Elliot may have stopped wanking Scotty, whilst he was recovering from experiencing his own orgasm, the twelve year-old was soon in the final straight of his own feelings. With a final thrust and a muttering of, "O-o-oh, god! I'm cu-u-u-ming," Scotty let a rope of his watery boy cum flee from his rigid boy pole, followed by a few more dribbles which merely pooled into Elliot's hand. The boys were silent for almost 10 minutes, and probably fell asleep in the meantime, as they recovered from their experiences. Finally, due to a combination of deflating penises and a need to clean up, Elliot removed his hand from the grip it held on his friend's penis and stood up, quickly readjusting his clothes before leaving the room for the bathroom. He ran the sink and stared at himself in the mirror. His usually pale face was somewhat flushed and his messy blonde hair was ruffled and even more chaotic because of how much `fidgeting' he had been doing in the bed. He noticed a subtle glaze over his eyes, his grey- ish, blue eyes. Still staring at himself in the mirror, Elliot began to wash his hands of his friend's cum. He surprised even himself at not being more shocked when his friend had ejaculated coating his fingers in his watery sperm. He watched it run down the sink, down the plug hole, before turning off the tap, wiping his eyes and then leaving the bathroom to return to the bedroom. Thanks again for reading, and like always, I'd be very happy to hear your comments, feedback, suggestions or whatever you have to say. Next chapter coming soon (probably on Wednesday, all being well).