Date: Mon, 03 Jun 2002 06:33:19 +0000 From: Village Idiot Subject: Pete This is a fictional story about a boy who secretly admires one of his school classmates. The names are completely made up and so is the story. Any comments are welcomed by emailing the author, Bobby Richardson, at village_idiot2000@hotmail.com. Thanks for reading my story. I live in a medium size Florida town called River Heights. My name is Bobby Richardson. I'm 14, have blond hair, weigh 120 pounds and I'm Freshman at one of the three high schools here, Woodville High, home of the fighting Woodville Wildcats. It's an average high school complete with everything a high school has such as science labs, math classes, a gym and shop. I take the usual freshman classes like algebra, english composition, biology, physical education and unfortunately - SHOP! I say unfortunately because I hate anything mechanical or anything which will dirty my hands. Don't get me wrong. I'm not exactly a sissy boy, but I'm not totally a masculine guy either. I'm somewhere in between although I tend to lean toward the fem side a little. My high school administrators makes us sign up for our own classes we'll be taking the following year stating it will better prepare us for college since we will be choosing our classes and times when we get to college. That way, we are told, we will know the "drill" later. So we all go to the gym on "class schedule" day and sign up for courses we're suppose to take and select our one elective course they allow freshmen. I got all my required classes I needed, but I was unable to get the elective course I wanted, so I had to settle for that ungodly shop class which I completely detest. After I think about it for a few minutes, I say to myself I need the credit, so I go ahead and sign up for shop and make the best of it. First day of school I have gym class which wasn't too bad. I dressed in my required "gym" cloths and outside I went with the rest of the class for "physical education." It was a BORING hour, but like I said, it wasn't that bad. It just made me very happy when it was all over so I could put my regular cloths back on and head to my next class. All day I'm thinking of how much I'm going to hate this shop stuff. I can't deal with jigsaws and power drills and all that stuff. It just isn't me. So by the time I get to my fifth period shop class, I'm thinking how much I want this to get over so I can go home. As I enter the "shop" all the students, including me, are told to find an empty seat at one of the "work benches" and sit there till role call is finished. After roll is over, wherever we're sitting becomes our permanent seat for the rest of the school year. The teacher wanted to mark our names on his seating assignment sheet as he called our names. The work benches are big square metal tables with wood tops and four metal stools for us kids to sit on, one at each end of the bench. Ok, so all of us our sitting at our "benches" and waiting to be told whatever our assignment is for the day. As I'm sitting on my stool, I'm noticing the other three guys sitting with me at the bench, so I said hi to everyone and asked their names so we can be on a first name bases since we're all stuck at this work place all school year. "Hi I'm Bobby" I said to the other three boys. "Hi Bobby. I'm Rick" said the boy sitting to my right. "I'm Pete" said the boy sitting across from me, and the boy on my left said "nice meeting you, Bobby. I'm David." After everyone said hello, I looked around the room, then around our table once again. As I'm looking around and sizing up everyone, I can't help but go back to Pete. For some strange reason I want to look at Pete. I'm not sure what it is about Pete that I'm so fascinated with, but I can't seem to get my mind off Pete. "Ok today first off, we're taking a tour of the shop to get everyone acquainted with the equipment. We'll be discussing safety issues and the proper use of all the equipment, so take notes" instructed Mr. Kernan, our shop class teacher, immediately jolting me out of my trance as I was daydreaming about Pete and his cute smile. After school that day, I went home and kept thinking about shop class - and PETE! I couldn't seem to get Pete out of my mind. I started wondering "Am I gay" for thinking about another boy so much? I never thought about any boy like that before. I have friends who are boys, but we're friends, nothing more, and I never thought of any of my friends in any way other than being friends. Pete wasn't even my friend, yet, and I was thinking about him in a way that before I only thought about girls. "I must be gay" I thought as I walked home that day. "I can't be gay. No one in the family is gay (that I knew about anyway)." Still I could not get the image of Pete's beautiful face and cute smile out of my mind. Pete is also 14, has short black hair, has a medium complexion, is about 5'7," and weighs about the same as me, 120 pounds. As I arrive home, I walk in the house and throw my back pack down on a chair. Since I live in Florida, it gets pretty hot here during the year, and after a long walk home from school, I'm rather sweaty, hot and thirsty. So I go to the fridge and look for something cold to drink, and I find some grape juice. It taste so good when it's so hot outside. After I finish with the grape juice, I go in my own personal utopia I have set up in my bedroom. As I walk through the door, I close it and then lock it behind me. I begin to feel warm and tingly all over at the thought of Pete. Actually I was feeling this ever since I first lay eyes on Pete in shop class, but now it's more intense because I am all alone in my room and about to take off all my clothes. I begin by taking off my shoes and socks, then by pulling my t-shirt over my head and laying it on the floor. Then I unbuckle my pants and pull them all the way down around my ankles and I step out of them. Then I put my thumbs inside my boxer shorts and work them around the elastic band, pulling them to the floor, leaving me standing there completely naked. My penis is throbbing hard and very hot as I climb on my bed and lay down face up. As I lay there I take my right hand and begin to rub my penis up and down very slowly at first, then I pick up the pace rubbing harder and faster with only one thing on my mind - PETE! As I jerk it back and forth, up and down, it becomes more intense until I begin to spasm and jerk uncontrollably. At that moment as I begin to orgasm, I call out "PETE... YES...OH GOD YES ...PETE...I LOVE YOU, SO MUCH PETE!!!!!" And I shoot my semen straight up into my own face, getting most of it in my hair. For a moment I just lay there, motionless, as I try to compose myself and think about what I had just done. Now I'm convinced I'm gay. Why else would I jerk off like that and think about a boy at the same time and call out his name and say "I love you?" Just as I'm getting off my bed and begin to dress, I hear a knock on my door. "Yeah" I answered. "Someone from school is here to see you" said my mom's voice on the other end of my door. "Ok I'll be right there" I answered. When I got dressed, I opened my bedroom door to see who was there. My mouth dropped open and I became speechless. ............."OH MY GOD!!" I thought....It was Pete! The end of part one. Copyright: 2002