Date: Fri, 7 Oct 2005 15:31:37 -0700 (PDT) From: William Cordova Subject: William Cordova - Chapter Eighteen... Disclaimer This story contains acts of the sexual nature between underage boys. If you do not like this type of story, or it is illegal in the area in which you live, do not read any further. **************************************************************************** Chapter Eighteen: Time Flies Fall was upon Houston in full strength. The temperatures had dropped to the very pleasant 70s. We had a cold front come through the night before so we had some nice breezes from the north and clouds to keep the sun at bay. School was rolling along slowly. I was doing poorly in most of my classes and I knew my progress report was gong to be bad. The reports were something new to the school. In the past, they mailed them home for only those kids failing. Starting last year they changed it. Everyone would carry a report with them to each class, and the teacher would fill them out, regardless if the student was failing or passing. Supposedly, you are to have your parents sign them and turn them in to your first period teacher the next day, but I learned from some sophomores in gym that they don't seem to care if you turn it in or not. I planned to gamble and not even show my parents how horrible I was doing. I just need to concentrate better, get my act together and get my grades up. I can't void the report card. I knew why I was doing more poorly then normal. I spent much more time looking at boys and thinking about Matt and some about Anthony. I didn't feel I had the same concentration I use to have. "Will," Mrs. Zolynsky said. I got up and retrieved my progress report from her and returned to my seat. "How you doing?" Eddie asked. "Like crap," and I handed him my paper. Eddie looked over it. "Shit you only have one A?" "Yeah I know." "And you're failing English and Chemistry." "Shut up. I know what my grades are. You don't have to repeat them to me," I replied fairly harshly. "Dude chill. I hate English too." "Eddie," Mrs. Zolynsky called. Eddie got up and retrieved his progress report and returned to his seat. "You want to come with us to the Mall Friday night? Or do you think you'll get grounded for that," he said poiting to my progress report. "I won't be showing my parents this, you fucking kidding?" Eddie laughed. "I have to show my parents mine." "Which mall?" I asked. "Willowbrook." "And how we getting there?" "My parents are taking us. Mitch and Jeff are coming. We just go to hang out, get outta the house and shit. We usually don't buy anything. We just like to check out all the girls and fool around. Shit like that." "Your parents won't mind picking me up because I'm pretty sure my parents..." "Don't worry about it. They don't mind at all." "Ok, I'm sure my parents won't mind, but I never know with them. What time did you have in mind?" "We'll be leaving at four and staying for awhile. We usually stay until around nine or so." "Ok that's cool. You eat there too?" "Yea." "Ok, I'll let you know tomorrow. My mom might want to call your mom, so let me have your number." Eddie wrote his number down on a piece of paper and gave it to me. I gave him my number then also. The bell rang shortly after that and I was on my way home. When I got home, I was really nervous. I had no reason to be, but I had a very bad progress report in my backpack and even though I wasn't going to show my parents, I felt like I was in trouble. I grabbed my report and walked out front. I watched as a few cars passed and I walked to the street corner. I looked around a little bit. When the coast was clear, I bent down and let my progress report slip down into the drainage hole. I walked around the street corner, heading for Ian's and knocked on the door. "Hey Will," Ian answered the door. "Hey how's it hanging buddy?" "Great." "Can I come in?" "Oh, of course," and we walked back to his room. I sat next to him on the bed. He prompted his left leg on the bed and turned toward me. He took his shoe off while he asked me, "What's bugging you?" I couldn't help but look down at his fine looking legs, peering at his virtually hairless and perfectly toned leg. I almost reached out and touched it, but resisted. "I ain't doing so good in school. I am practically failing two classes and I only got one A." "So why? What's wrong?" "I dunno. I just don't seem to care as much I guess. Just sucks." He proceeded to take his other shoe off and put his feet up on the bed next to me. "Ewww!...your feet smell," I joked. Ian quickly grabbed his feet in defense of my comment. "No they don't." Ian was about to say something else, but noticed I had a big smile on my face. "Oh shut up." I just laughed some more. "Got you good there." Ian was quiet. "Hey, don't worry about it. Your feet don't stink. Mine probably do though." I turned to face him more, moving my right knee up on the bed. My leg was up against the bottom of his feet. There was an awkward moment of silence. "Hey Ian, I came over because I wanted to know if you could help me with my school work." I reached down with my hands and placed them on top of his feet. I could still feel the warmth of when he had his shoes on. "How do you concentrate so well at school?" He just stared down at my hands. "I don't know what you mean. I just listen." I squeezed his feet a little bit. "I don't know either." I released my grip on his feet, but continued to look down at him. "I sit in class and I don't listen or think of anything." "I dunno," Ian replied. He bent over down to his book bag to retrieve something. While he did this, his rear end was in perfect view and because the way he bent over, his shorts were pulled tight, leaving for almost skin-tight sight. I wanted to reach out and grab it. It was hot -- hot enough that I felt myself twitch. Ian came back up, placing his feet back in the same place, but not up against my legs. I looked at what he had in his hand. "Another book?" "Just picked this one up today." "What is it?" I asked as I reached to see what it was. "Fahrenheit 451." "Science fiction? I didn't know you liked science fiction." "I usually don't, but my friend said it was good." Ian's friend said it was good. I wasn't aware high school students read books, minus Ian. I found that funny and let out a small giggle. "What?" Ian questioned. "Nothing." I looked at Ian as he started to open the book and lean back against the wall. He folded his legs Indian style and gazed in the book. He seemed to almost immediately get involved in the book and completely forget I was sitting there. I just looked at him, inspecting his still-very-much boyish body. I noticed his little toes wiggling in his socks. I found that awfully cute. "Come shoot some hoops with me," I said, more of a command then a question, hoping my forcefulness will entice him to comply. "You know I can't play basketball." "I know, but I could use some company and you could use some fresh air." "You sound like my mother," Ian giggled. "Well, it's true. You spend more time in here reading books then outside having fun." I quickly grabbed the book out of his hands and he yapped back at me. "Gimmie," Ian bickered back and before I knew it, I had turned and layed down chest first on the book, holding it tight as to not let Ian get it. Ian jumped up on my back, his hands reaching around me attempting to get the book back. I started giggling at his actions. "Give it back!" Ian said. Although I had unintentionally caused this predicament, I was rather enjoying it now -- both causing my friend a little hardship and the sudden closeness he produced. "I'll give it back if you come play hoops with me." Ian stopped struggling with me and went silent. I turned my head to look at him. His cheek was up against my shoulder and I was no more then a foot away from his face. I could see the little fine hairs highlighted on his face. They were practically invisible, but the light coming through the window made them stand out, like a little layer of silk. "Well?" I asked. "Ok, let's go," Ian said as he got off me. "Great." Ian put his shoes on and we headed to my house. I grabbed the ball and started shooting. Ian just stood, sort of behind me just watching. I shot hoops by myself occasionally looking back at him, gazing at his curiosity. I could tell he was curious because he is very smart and easy to read. He was watching me like a hawk. I threw the ball to him after I grabbed it off a bad shot of mine. He reacted pretty well, catching and just holding it. "Shoot why don't you. You came to play some basketball right?" "I thought I came to keep you company?" "Just play. Shoot the ball. Dribble. Just play already," I said with a friendly smile on my face. I wanted to make him feel good about attempting to play, not make fun of him. He dribbled rather well for someone who hasn't played before. "Common, shoot already." "Ok just let me do it at my own pace Will." I watched him dribble around a little, the take a short jump shot. It was very cute. His back left leg kind of shot backwards as he used his tiny frame to push the ball all the way to the basket. He missed the shot of course, but it was a good attempt. "Very good," I complimented him. I ran and grabbed the ball and threw it back to him. "Shoot again." He dribbled around and shot again. I let him shoot around for a good fifteen minutes, letting him get the feel of all this basketball stuff. I could see he was getting a nice little workout -- I saw the shiny signs of sweat forming on his forehead. "Feeling good right?" I asked Ian. "I guess." "Good. Let's play a game now." Ian didn't respond. He just looked at me. "One on one. I'll play easy on you. It'll just be for fun." "You will stomp me." "I know, but I'll go easy as I said. It's just for fun." "Ok I guess." "You can start. Make it take it." "What?" Ian asked. "It's make it take it." "What's that mean?" "If you make a basket, you take the ball. So as long as you are scoring, you keep the ball." We started playing. Ian on his first turn spent a long time dribbling around -- poking fun at his ability to dribble. I urged him on to do something. I even backed completely off of him so he had a wide open shot. After awhile, we were both getting tired and the sweat was really coming down on me. Ian had his own little problems there too. I enjoyed the game, but mostly enjoyed getting to spend time with Ian doing something I enjoyed. Most of our time in the past was spent just talking or watching TV -- or watching him read a book. "I'm pooped," Ian said. "You can't be tired already." "Well I am." He sat down on the step to my front door. I continued to shoot some more hoops by myself, but after a minute of that I sat next to him. "That was fun wasn't it?" I asked him. "Yes it was." "More fun then reading a book." "Oh I don't know about that," he said while giggling. I got up and retrieved a hand towel and some water. I handed him some water and he started gulping it down. "You worked up a good sweat there." I poured some of my water onto the towel and placed it on the back of his neck, rubbing away the sweat. "Man you sweat a lot." Ian shook his head. I placed the towel on his forehead next and rubbed away the sweat. Ian looked up at me and just smiled. I was stunned. His smile was gorgeous. I couldn't help but stare at his beautiful lips and the dimples that came out of hiding. I moved the towel back to his neck, this time giving more of a massage-type rub. I'm sure the damp towel felt great in the heat of the day. "Man, anyone ever tell you that you have one great smile?" "Just my aunt." "Well, you do. You should smile more. I'm sure there are girls that would just love that." Ian took the towel from me and wiped his face off some. He looked back up at me when I said that, and with a slight blush, he gave another of his great smiles. I embarrassed him I could tell. "I know you're a year younger then everyone else, but you shouldn't hide because of that. Just be yourself and you can find friends and possibly a girlfriend." "I have friends. What are you talking about?" "Oh I dunno." "Can I have some more water?" Ian asked. "Sure, come on in." We walked into the kitchen and I got him some more water. Ian gulped it down pretty fast then looked at me and smiled again. "You really had fun didn't you?" "I never thought basketball could be so fun." Ian said as he jumped up on the kitchen stool. I noticed a drip of sweat roll down his shin and hit his sock. I would have loved to been that one drop of sweat for just that moment. I smiled at that thought, then looked up at Ian who was just smiling back at me. "I think I need to shower, so I better go home." "Ok, well thanks for the game." Ian ran out the door and to his house. I was still in a state of glee seeing Ian all sweaty. I have admired him since the day I met him and definitely think he's cute, but with a body covered in sweat he jumps to another level of admiration. I just couldn't get Ian out of my head. I ran out back and looked over the fence. I saw no one about, so I moved to the corner of the yard and jumped over the fence into Ian's yard. I moved slowly along the side of the house until I reached the bathroom window. I was in luck, it was cracked and I heard the shower running. My heart started pounding. I knew what I was doing was wrong, but who would ever know. I leaned back against the brick. I looked around and peaked over the fence into the neighbor's yard and saw no one. I peaked through the cracked window and saw the door opposite me and the shower curtain to the left. I saw some steam rising above it. Ian was definitely in the shower. I moved back away from the window and leaned back up against the brick. I felt like I was on a spy mission -- some mission of the utmost importance, but the importance was my own personal greed. A minute later I heard the water turn off. My heart started pounding even worse then it was already. I swear if my ribcage wasn't there, my heart would have exploded out of my chest. I tiptoed back to the window and listened. I couldn't make out any sounds other then some birds chirping. I leaned forward saw Ian drying off, but I could only get a look at his upper body -- nothing below his chest was visible. I would have to get higher, but I didn't want to risk being caught. Ian moved his head a little and it freaked me out and I quickly jumped back. I made some noise with my foot and it scared the shit out of me. I ran back to the fence and jump it as fast as I could and was inside my room with the door shut lying in bed pretending to no one that I hadn't done a thing. I laid there for awhile thinking of what possibilities could have been. Or on the scarier side, what if Ian saw me? **************** Friday morning I woke up a little earlier then normal. I had a tough time sleeping for some reason. I got in the shower with the intent of taking a long hot shower. I turned the water on and let it roll over my back. I tilted my head back and let it flow over my face. It was revitalizing. It helped clear my nostrils up a little. I lathered up some soap and started washing my crotch. An image of Ian popped in my mind. The cute little bugger sure does have a beautiful smile. I got thinking of the time I saw Ian's dick and it got me hard real quick. Ian was getting close to thirteen years old; he must have grown up down there. I wonder if he has any pubes yet. I am not sure if I wanted him to grow any. I really liked him the way he was right now. I wanted to run my fingers across his smooth dick and massage those small hairless balls of his. I was immensely intrigued by his lack of hair. Not just his lack of hair, but the lack of hair on boys in general. I came to the realization I enjoyed looking at boys that had smooth legs, rather then hairy ones. I liked to gaze at the hairless armpits of boys, rather then the jungle I've seen on some. I definitely didn't really find the boys that had little fuzzy stubbles on their lips attractive at all either. I had some weird fascination with the hairless boy that I didn't understand. I stopped stoking myself. I thought for a moment, and then grabbed a razor. I reached down, lifted my stiffy and started shaving my balls. It felt interesting. I was going very slowly as to not cut myself. I knew that would hurt, but I was in some sort of zone. It took me about fifteen minute to clean up good and smooth. It felt extremely weird but extremely tantalizing. I soaped up and rubbed and rubbed, stroking myself back to full attention -- thinking of little Ian and his giftful beauty. It squirted with the image of Ian, fully erect, stroking himself, looking directly at me with that beautiful smile on his face. It was an awesome job. I noticed the skin on my fingers wrinkled up a little form the extra long shower. I admired myself in the mirror while I dried off -- taking extra notice to the now bald balls I had. Then it started to itch just a little bit, so I took to scratching. I grabbed some baby powder out of the cabinet and splashed it on to relieve the itching. Once I got dressed and on with the morning, the itching was pretty much gone. It felt comfortable as though I hadn't shaved at all. On my way to the bus stop, and again on the bus by myself, I copped a feel of my new feature. It was rather intriguing and made me pop a boner both times. It was now fifteen minutes before the end of school and I was a little excited, knowing I was on my way to the mall with my friends this evening. I was lost in space and thought as Mrs. Z blabbed on about some stuff I wasn't particularly interested in. Eddie leaned over and said, "Why don't you just stay after with me and Mitch and we'll just go over to my house then. There's no point going home is there?" "Huh?" "Mrs. Z will give us a ride home when she's done." "How long will that be?" "Oh just like twenty minutes maybe. She never stays late on Fridays." "Oh, ok I guess that's fine." "Your parents won't mind?" Eddie asked. "They won't even know. You were going to pick me up before they got home anyways so it makes no difference." "Oh, cool." Class ended and I put my things away in my locker and returned to Mrs. Z's classroom where everyone was already in there talking and everything. Eddie and Mitch were laughing at something. We joked around until Mrs. Z was ready to leave. We only drove for about five minutes until we reached a very nice house snuggled deep in the subdivision. It was a nice two story house with a big oak tree in the front yard. It was in need of a good paint job, but everything else seemed alright. When I got out of the car, I felt strange. There is just something wrong with being over at your teacher's house. It did not feel natural. She is my teacher, the creature I've come to know as the one that lives in the closet -- the closet off in the corner of the classroom -- the creature that has no life except grading papers, and concocting up evil homework assignments and research papers. Now I was entering the teacher's hidden far off layer -- her cave of dwelling. But as I walked in to her house, it turned from a dark evil place to a place of light. It was a bright place with lots of light. It wasn't my teacher's place no more, but rather Mitch's house. I guess maybe teachers aren't so evil after all. After Mitch changed clothes, we headed over to Eddies house, just a minute walk down the street. Eddie's house looked just as big as Mitch's house from the outside. There was much more vegetation growing on the lawn and in the gardens though. He had a huge tree of some sort in the front yard that dwarfed everything, providing plenty of shade. There was a bench on the front lawn looking out toward an open field adjacent to the house, and no more then fifty yards past that was a playground and the neighborhood swimming pool. It would no dubitably be full of young joyous kids if it were earlier in the season. Eddie's room was the typical teenager's room. Well, at least the typical straight-and-proud-of-it teenage room. There were three posters of scantily dressed girls in suggestive positions. I am surprised his mother would let him own them, as I know my parents would freak if I put one of those up. "Really into hot chicks I see," I said to Eddie. "You got that right." "I'm going to bang this one someday," Mitch said, pointing to one of the posters. "Bullshit, because I am," Eddie replied back. They argued over who was going to get her, which was pretty entertaining. I have never been witness to such conversation before. Anthony was into girls it seemed, but he never went overboard like these guys have done before and now this. Jeff walked in the door and said, "Hey guys. Your mom said we'd be leaving in half an hour." Half hour later, we were off to the mall. The mall was more crowded then I'm use to. I don't usually go in the first place, but when I do, it's during the summer and right when it opens, not at night when every teen in town is yakking away. Mrs. Majeske left to do her own thing off somewhere in the vast mall. I am not one for crowds, so I was a bit uncomfortable, but I got use to it pretty fast -- getting into the routine Eddie was setting. We went through many stores looking at all kinds of things, ranging from clothes to games and jewelry. All the while Eddie and company taking interest in each passing girl, pointing out the good looking ones and making fun of the ones that should be wearing paper brown bags over their heads. Walking out of some cloth's store, Eddie perked up some and said, "Check out the hot girl over there." He pointed over in her direction. She was standing in a corner with two other girls, just chit chatting on about who-knows-what. "Damn Eddie, how do you spot them so well?" Mitch said. "She's even hotter then the last one," Jeff added in. "She's making me hungry," Eddie said. "I can see why," Mitch said seductively. "No, I mean I'm really getting hungry," Eddie said. We broke out in laughter at his sudden change of demeanor. "What say we get some food?" We walked to the food court and grabbed some food. I was following close behind Jeff as we walked to the tables to sit and eat. I saw that Jeff picked a table close by another group of boys, who seemed to be fairly cute, so I quickly moved to the opposite end of them so I could look at them. I sat next to Jeff, but left plenty of room for vision. There were three boys eating what looks like the same thing I had in front of me. The one with his back to me had the cutest legs I'd ever seen -- almost perfect in shape and size, not too fat but not too skinny, and perfectly smooth from my distance. His ankle socks just peaked out from his shoes which really got me going. I love it when boys have very short socks. It just makes their legs look that much hotter. I just got my hamburger open and was about to take a bite, when Eddie sat down directly across from me, blocking most of my view. I almost cussed him out inside. I pretended to adjust my comforts in sitting, sliding a little to the left so I could once again gaze upon the three boys. "So who's the hottest girl you've seen so far?" Eddie said, asking no one in particular. "I think that girl in the red by far," Jeff gloated. I heard Mitch add in his two comments, but I tuned them out, focusing my thoughts back to the group of boys. Just then, I almost choked on a piece of lettuce as a mirror image of Matt walked up and sat down with the three boys. He was facing my direction but didn't notice my staring. He looked just like Matt but maybe a bit older -- like a Matt in the near future. He bore a remarkable resemblance -- same bluish eyes, same dirty blonde hair, same cute facial features that I so admired, except his nose. That I could tell wasn't the same. It was bigger then Matt's, but still good looking. I tried to get a look down at his legs, but couldn't see anything. "What you think Will?" Eddied said, jerking me back to this table. I looked at him, feeling a bit embarrassed from being caught not paying attention. I glanced at Mitch who was looking at me also, but Jeff had his face down chopping on his food. "Yeah, sounds good to me." I just said something to get the focus off me. "Then it's a plan," Mitch exclaimed. I was a bit confused, not knowing what I just agreed to, but I shrugged it off and turned my attention back to peering at the boys two tables down. "So when you going to do it?" I heard someone say, but wasn't paying attention really. "Will? Attention all K-mart shoppers." Mitch waved his hand in front of my view. "What?" I asked. "When you going to go talk with the girl over there?" "What? What girl?" I felt shocked. "You agreed to be the first to go talk with the hot girl over there. She keeps looking at us." "What? When did I do that? What are you talking about?" "Gosh, you've been brain dead dude?" Eddie jumped in and said, "We've been talking about this, but you've been zoned out it seems. You agreed to go talk to her first." I just shook my head. I don't really talk to girls, much less in front of my friends. Eddie suggested we all get up and go talk to them. We did. We talked a bit about whatever. I pretended to be interested but my mind was elsewhere. My mind was jogging for position between Matt, the Matt look-a-like and the conversation at hand. By the time I got home, it was around ten and I was pooped. I am usually tired on a school day anyways, but a full five hours walking around in a mall mentally drained me. My emotions had gotten to me a few times with the Matt look-a-like. Then all the talk about girls really irritated me at times. But in the end, I enjoyed it. I got out of the house for a changed and got to hang out with some friends. Something I hadn't done for a long time. The next weekend was my fifteen birthday. I didn't have anything special planned. I thought about maybe asking to have a party and invite Matt and Anthony over, but I just never did. I wasn't thinking straight for some reason. I started my birthday off like I do most Saturday's, lying in bed naked fondling my nuts. The hair grew back rather fast and it was disappointing that it did. I noticed my parents were gone and the house was quiet, so I gratified myself quickly. It is always better doing it in bed then in the shower. The sense of taking a risk always heightens the experience. I was eating breakfast and reading the comics when my Dad walked in the front door. "Good Morning Will." I just looked at my dad and nodded in the affirmative. I am not much for `good' mornings and not much for my dad overall. I've never gotten along great with him, but I still loved him nonetheless, after all, he is my father. "Hey, your birthday is coming up and I think I found the perfect present for you," he said. "Oh?" I questioned. "Yes. Come with me and I'll show you." I got up and walked toward him. "Uhmm, you need to get dressed." "Ok, give me a second." I ran back to my room and slipped on a shirt and some shoes. We got in the car and he drove down the road a few blocks and turned back into the subdivision. I was lost because I've never been to this part of it before. We stopped at a garage sell. "A garage sell? My perfect gift is at a garage sell?" "Just come. You'll see." We walked up toward the junk piled out on tables and hanging from clothes lines and stuff piled in heaps. As we got on the driveway I looked in the garage and saw exactly what my dad was talking about. **************************************************************************** Questions and/or Comments? wcordova98@yahoo.com New Chapters every weekend