Date: Wed, 19 Mar 2014 19:38:56 -0400 From: Ricky Bobby Subject: The Boy from the Boat- Part 1 Content Warning: This story contains content that is between two boys, under the age of 18. If such material is illegal for you to read in your country, state, city and or town do not read. If you are under the age of 18, I have to tell you that this story is not suitable, and or legally allowed to read a story such as this one. This story is completely fictional, and any resemblance of anybody or instances is coincidence. Writers note: This is my first time writing please take that into consideration. Any thoughts you may have on the story feel free to email me. I have planned out in my head to make this a series and continue writing depending on the feedback. Again please email me with your thoughts. -A.C.W Introduction: Hello, my name is Joseph but everyone calls me Joey, and I'm 13 years old. I'm five foot four, and one hundred and nine pounds. I'm not fat and not super beefy at all. I have the outline of six pack abs, and the outline of some nice pecks. I do go to the gym sometimes. I go enough to keep myself in shape, but not a gym buff at all. I have light brown hair, which the bangs rest to the right side of my head. As I have been told my hair is sort of like Justin Biebers. I have been told by plenty of girls that I am cute, and have kissable lips and a cute bubble butt. I have had a girlfriend before, but that was just to keep people from finding out my secret. I am gay, but have been scared out of my mind to tell people. I have moved to St. Petersburg Florida a couple months ago, my house sits on a canal. The whole neighborhood is connected by these canals, and the canals lead out to the Gulf of Mexico. These houses all have their own private decks on the water; a lot of the people around here keep their boats tide up for convenience. My family is by no means poor, but we are not the riches family in the area. My parents keep telling me that I can't have a boat, and even if we get a boat they would not let me go out in it alone. Since my parents both work full time jobs, so I only see them at supper time leaving little to no time to go out and enjoy myself on a boat. But I digress and wrap this whole intro up. The Boy from the Boat – Part 1 School bus finely slows down, and the shriek (of what I have been told were the air brakes on school buses) go off. I finally snapped back into reality and realize that this was my stop to get off the bus. Hey who doesn't start to day dream while on the bus, especially if you're the second to the last freaking stop on the bus? That is just one of many reasons why I hate riding the bus home from school, but I go on with my story. I stand up and make my way off the bus, and started making my way home. Once home I did the usual, change out of my school cloths and into a pair of gym short. Then head into the kitchen to make me snack. While I was making me a snack I heard the unmistakable sounds of a boat engine, not surprising people use the canal in the back yard all the time. But that was not the sound that peaked my interest, the sound of a boys laughter was what got my interest. So I made the executive decision that I was going to eat my snack in the backyard on the patio so I can see if I can get a shot at seeing the boy who made that noise. Even if I did not see the exact boy again, I can still people watch. Okay more like leer at the boys coming up and down the canals with their family. So what I'm a perv, this spot was great for finding plenty of boys to store into my brain when I'm alone in my room. As I finished up my snack I didn't get the chance to see that boy with a cute laugh. So now on to do the homework I didn't finish on the bus, thank god summer vacation is coming very soon. Right as I sat up to walk back inside the house I heard the sound of a boat coming my way down the canal. I decided to wait just a minute longer before I head back inside, and even was going down to the dock to get a better glimpse at the boat. And being able to stick my feet in the water would be refreshing since its freaking hot outside. As soon as I sat down on the dock and put my feet in I saw the boat enter my canal. As I looked up, I saw a little dingy size boat with just a trolling motor on it. But the boat was not what I was focused on; I heard that laugh and found the boy who made it. He was at the end of the boat steering it, and he had another boy that looked like he was his little brother they looked alike. He was cute, and I loved his laugh. He looked to be about my age, and my height, and definitely couldn't weigh more than 100 pounds soaking wet. He was wearing a blue American eagle t-shirt, and loose fitting white shorts. He had shorter brown hair than mine, but his bangs curled to the side ever so cutely. As he putted along the canal, he looked up and me and smiled while shooting me the piece sign. I gave him the piece sign back, and just hoped that my mouth wasn't wide open totally drooling while I was staring at him. I watched as he floated away, staring at him the whole time of course. I did manage to see his back side of course, not much because he was sitting down but did see the waistband of his underwear and the top of his butt when he bent down for something right after he passed me. Right when he leaned back up he looked at me again, hopefully he did see me checking him out. By now I was 100 percent aroused and my dick made a noticeable tent in my shorts. So I did what any horny boy my age did and darted as fast as I could up to my room and locked the door. I jumped onto my bed, and grabbed my secret stash of petroleum jelly I had. In one swift motion I yanked my shirt off and threw it across the room. Slid my short to my ankles, and squeezed my raging hard on threw my tight blue briefs. I slid my underwear down and began to go to work on my dick. I opened the petroleum jelly and got a glob on my hand, and started stroking my 5 inch cut cock. With every motion up and down I pictured it was the boy from the boat working me over. I took my right hand and worked my way up to my nipples and gave them a good squeeze, then back down to my hairless balls and gave them a tug. I could feel myself getting closer to cuming, and then took my lubed up hand off my dick and started fingering myself. All the while imagining is was that drop dead sexy boy from the boat, I was imagining him work his finger in and out to loosen me up for him to fuck me hard. Right as I was imagining him giggle as he was working me over I shot my load. I swear this was the most I have ever shot before, first was on my face below my lips, the second on my chest, and the third right on my hairless pubic mound. I suddenly just went limp from the extreme orgasm I had felt, I didn't even take my finger out of my ass till I came to my senses. When I finally came too from my post orgasmic bliss, I wiped up my cum and proceeded to take a shower. When I got out of the shower I fished threw my dresser for a clean pair of underwear and slid them on, along with the gym shorts I put on after school and a loose fitting gray t-shirt. I made my way back to the dining room and worked on what homework I had left to do. Once I was finish I went down to the dock again hoping to see that boy from the boat again. I had lucked out, as soon as I got to the dock and sat down I heard a boat coming my way from the direction the boy went. When I saw him my heart started racing like crazy, and then he saw me and started to slow his boat down. My mind was racing as fast as my heart was, I was thinking of all the reasons why he would be slowing down. Then I was taking out of my thought by his voice, "Hey" he said. I snapped back into reality and said "Hey". "Do you mind if I come to over to your dock?" the boy from the boat asked. My first thought was yah if you don't mind me stripping you naked and kiss you head to toe, but I responded enthusiastically "Sure!" You know what I hate a lot? Cliff hanger, I don't like it when people do that. But now I just did it, and feel like a hypocrite. All I can say is sorry for the cliff hanger. I noticed I was on page 3/3 on my MS Word and had over 1600 words written, and thought that would be a long enough story. I don't think you readers wanted a long ass book for a first chapter. Please let me know by email what you think, and any advice would be great. Thanks for reading, A.C.W