Date: Fri, 22 Jul 2005 19:51:46 -0700 (PDT) From: William Cordova Subject: William Cordova - Chapter Seven 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 Seven: Scar of Desire October 1991... Saturday afternoon, I was out back mowing the lawn hoping to get a glance at anyone in Ian's yard. No luck. Why should I considering I haven't noticed anyone back there really since they moved in, but then again, I haven't been paying attention. Done with the lawn, I put the mower away and took a shower. I was going to play some Nintendo but decided one last time to check Ian's back yard. I walked out to the back patio, glanced over and saw no one. I turned around and started to head out when I thought I heard something over there. I perked up and walked closer to the fence. I was only a few feet from the fence when I leaned up and looked over. It was who I assumed to be his mother. "Good morning ma'am. Is Ian about?" I took a chance realizing this would be an awkward way to introduce myself to the family, but I suppose our sharing of a backyard fence gave us some sort of neighborly bond. "Oh hello neighbor" I heard her respond. "Why don't you come on around to the front of the house so we can talk?" "Yes Ma'am." I ran inside put some shoes on and ran around the corner. I got to the front door and knocked. The same woman answered the door. "You're looking for Ian you said?" "Yes." "Then come on in." I was walking in when she asked "How do you know Ian?" "He's in two of my classes at school." "Ok. What did you say your name was?" "Will." "Well, Will, his room is right this way" and she led the way down the hall way to a door that was shut closed. She knocked lightly on the door and said "Ian honey, one of your friends is here." I didn't hear a response, but a moment later the door opened and Ian was standing there. "Oh hey Will." "Hey Ian, thought I'd come on over." "Thanks mom" Ian said and she walked back down the hall. "Come in." I walked in his room. It was about the same size as my room, but he wasn't sharing it with any sibling. He had a bed, dresser with mirror, some shelving with legos on it, some boxes in the corner with some toys which appeared to be G.I. Joes. Something I use to play with myself. He had various things spread across the floor, including some clothes. He had an encyclopedia set above his desk, and some variety of maps hanging on his wall -- the world map and one of the U.S.A. "Cool room" I said. "What you want?" he asked. "I just wanted to come over and see how you were, see if you wanted to do something." "Ok." "Then what you want to do?" "I don't know." "I came over because I was bored. There has to be something we can do together. Play a game or...What were you doing before I got here?" "Reading my book" and he sat back down on the edge of his bed. I took a seat on his desk chair. He was wearing only a shirt and shorts. No shoes or socks. I got a good look at his feet. He still had that baby-fat foot look. Short toes, that hadn't started to lengthen. I suppose I was hoping for something else, but he is only 11. Give him a few years and he'll be supporting some good looking feet. "Ok" I said. "Can I ask you something?" "Yes." "Why do you always answer in one or two word answers?" He seemed confused. Looks like he had to think about what I was asking. "You always answer my questions with like `yes' `no' `sure' or like `ok'. You never like elaborate with your answers." "Oh. I don't know." "Look! Four word answer!" That made us giggle. He has a nice sweet giggle. "You need to loosen up, be yourself. I won't bite." He giggled again. "Ok sure." But he didn't seem to have anything else to say. This was going nowhere fast. "You like basketball?" I asked. "No. I don't like sports." "Ok. How about TV shows. You have a favorite TV show?" "I don't watch TV" and he motioned at his room in general, trying to indicate that he doesn't have a TV. "Do you see a TV?" "So you don't have a TV. I don't either, but I still watch it out in my living room. You must do that also." "I do but I just watch whatever my mother or father is watching." "Ok I can see this is getting nowhere. How about you tell me what you usually do, like in your free time. Do you have a hobby, you collect something?" I was trying to pry something out of him. He said he would loosen up. It was hard to tell if he was or not -- still giving short answers. "I read a lot of books" and with that he moved back on his bed, leaning up against the wall, raising his knees up, legs spread out a bit. He held his book between his legs and started to read. His shorts slid down his thighs closer to his hips. This surprised me. I could see way up his smooth thighs. I was anticipating a view of possibly his underwear, or more if I was lucky. He stayed there for a minute and I contemplated leaving. Just didn't seem like we had anything in common to talk about. I didn't want to leave though. He was giving me a nice show, so to speak, but that lasted for only a few minutes when he moved to sit Indian-style and looked up at me. "Do you have a girlfriend?" he asked. That's the longest sentence I remember hearing him say. And a question -- that's a first. "I don't. Do you?" I asked back. "No. I am too young to have a girlfriend" he said. "Naw, you aren't too young. You're in the eighth grade. This is like the start of your girlfriend life-style." I was trying to egg him on to expand the conversation, hoping he'd take the bait. "Why do you think you're too young to have a girlfriend?" "I don't know. I just don't like girls. Being in classes with all these older boys, I hear a lot about having girlfriends. I hear Jason and Alicia are a couple. And Nathan has a girlfriend. And I over hear Adam talking about going out on dates with his girlfriend. I see people holding hands, and some kids kissing in the halls and all that nasty stuff. After all, girls have cooties." That got us giggling together. I was glad to see him make a joke. Seems the ice has been broken, or at least cracked. "So why don't you have a girlfriend?" "I don't know. I just haven't found someone I like I suppose." I lied. I have a few people in mind. "I'm gonna have to find someone soon though. The Eighth Grade fall dance is coming up at the end of the month. I don't want to go alone." "Hehe. Can you dance?" "Nope, not even close. I just move my legs and body in an untimely fashion which resembles a person have a seizure." Ian broke out in a big laugh at that. We kept up our chat for anther thirty or forty minutes until his mom came back in and said they were going out for awhile. That was my signal that I had to go. But it was a first good meeting. He's friendly, interesting, and I think I broke through his shy nature, got a decent insight into what makes him tick. The following Monday after school Matt had to go home for some reason, he wouldn't say -- we didn't pressure him to say why. So it was just me and Anthony in his room talking about all kinds of things when he mentioned Kathryn. "Hey, I think I'm going to ask her out on a date. I'm starting to get a nitch for her." "She has been persistent in her pursuit of you at lunch." I said. "You think!" he said sarcastically. "What do you two talk about when you run off to the girl's bathroom at lunch?" Anthony has increased his ventures to speak with her at lunch. It was happening on a regular basis now, at least two or three times a week it happened. I was getting curious as to what happened. Anthony never told anyone. "Oh nothing much. We just talk and hold hands." Both my eyebrows raised high. "Oh, so you two are like a couple and you never bothered to tell any of your friends?" "It's not like that." "You kiss her yet?" I inquired. Anthony got an evil grin on his face. He was guilty as charged without a doubt. "She likes me. I think I like her, I mean she's got a nice rack and all. I've been trying to get to know her better. I just got her number from a friend. I think I'm going to give her a call when she gets home." "Oh, so then you're gonna ask her out on a date?" "Yeah, and then to the dance maybe" he said as he smiled sheepishly. "You and Matt going to take each other to the dance?" What did he say? "What?" I had a slightly angered tone to my voice. "You and Matt need to find some dates for the dace. You don't want to have to take each other." He had an evil jokingly look on his face. "Oh yeah duh. But what if I would rather just take Matt?" We busted out laughing. A moment later I realized he avoided my earlier question, so I asked him again "did you kiss her?" "Yes, a few times." "French?" "Only once." "What's it like?" "Uhmm, it's awesome and nasty all at the same time." I continued to inquire about Anthony's new secrets all the while we were on his bed, moving about from time to time. I kept my eye on him though, contently watching him. He described some things to me, things about what it's like having a relationship with a girl. Only I was fantasizing about having a relationship with him right there and now. When he talked about her lips, I watched his, pretending I was up close and personal them. He seemed genuinely into her. However I detected something I was unfamiliar with. He would look at me at certain points in our conversation, we'd make eye contact, and for some reason, I felt as though he was talking to me about me. Almost like I was Kathryn, like I was his inspiration for the way he talked. That's the feeling I got. He went silent, finished bragging and describing things to me. So I decided to change the subject. "When are basketball try-outs?" "They start in two weeks. I have to go to the doctors tomorrow and get a physical. That's not going to be fun." I cracked up a bit, the thought he would get some old hairy doctor. Even though I wasn't even entirely sure what was involved in a physical. I think you just have to do some running or something and pee in a cup. "So when's the appointment?" "Right after school so I can't play tomorrow." "Ok." I thought for a moment. "You think you can make it? I hear there are some pretty good kids trying out. Those big black kids can really jump." "I am not sure. Hey, you should try out with me. It'll be fun. Even if we don't make it, it'll help our game some." "Naw, I don't like playing on a team really." I was trying any excuse not to try out. I am scare. I sort of know why. I don't want to take showers in front of other kids, and that's what you have to do no the team. I am too embarrassed to be on a team. "But you're pretty good. You'd probably make it, maybe not a starter, but at least on the team. You are far better then me and I'm trying out!" He was right. I am much better then him. One on one I beat him every time. I had my mind made up and nothing was changing my mind. When it comes to my privacy, I am a stubborn bitch. "I just don't want to, ok? Can we just drop it now?" I was a bit frustrated and upset he brought this up again. He asked me to try out with him back when he first told me he was going out for the team. The result of that conversation was much the same as this one. I noticed the time. "Hey, shouldn't Kathryn be home by now?" "Yes!" he exclaimed. He picked up the phone and dialed. I just watched intently. "Hello, is Kathryn there?...Anthony...sure..." and there he lowered the phone a little bit from his ear and looked at me. He had a bright look on his face. I returned the look with a smile. He quickly placed the phone back up to his ear, as if someone was now on the other end. "Hey Kathryn...yes...doing fine, how about yourself?..." I scooted closer to him, just a few feet from him, trying to listen in on what she was saying, but I couldn't manage. All the while Anthony was trying to push me away with his off hand, making giggling noises. "I was wondering if you wanted to go see a movie Friday night?...yes like a date...I suppose...I don't know, you can pick...any movie's fine with me." In his efforts to keep me away from eavesdropping, he occasionally shoved his hand in my face, stiff arming me. Interesting he poked me in the face isn't it. "My mom will take us...around seven, maybe eight. We don't want to go any later then that." He was laying sideways on the bed, so I jumped on him attempting get closer so I could hear. Anthony let out a holler "Ooof!" he moaned! "Oh not you honey..." He covered the end of the phone with his hand. "Get off me your dweeb!" and we struggled with each other. "Let me hear already!" I was being a persistent pain for him. "This is what friends are for aren't they?" He was still lying sideways with the phone between his head and the bed. There was no way I was going to get close enough to hear. So I sat up, straddling him. My crotch jarred into his hip. "Nothing Kat, Will is just being a pain" he giggled out. I decided I wasn't being a good enough friend. I wasn't being harsh enough to him in his time of intimacy with the phone. He continued to talk to Kathryn "My mom will bring us home too, I'm sure...no I haven't asked her yet, but she will, I promise..." I then noticed his shirt wasn't covering his scar-like birthmark. I looked intensely at it. It fascinated me for some reason. I don't have a birthmark. I wonder if it hurts. "Yes I know Kat, that's funny...I do...uhhuh...yup...of course not..." I just couldn't take my eyes off it. I thought about what it must feel like. Does it hurt Anthony? Anthony took a few quick glances up at me, noticing I wasn't being a pain any longer. His focus quickly went back to the phone and Kathryn. "Oh he's a dork for sure" he snickered out. Hmm? He must be talking about me, making fun of me to his girlfriend. He's got some guts to make fun of me when I'm sitting on him like this. He continued to talk, but my focus changed back to his scar. I lowered a finger and lightly rubbed back and forth. The scar is warm and bumpy like waves -- discolored, a dark maroon color. His scar exceeds pass the waistband of his shorts and boxers. I think the scar shows sometimes, and not others, depending on what he is wearing. Interesting how it does that. I wanted to see the end of it. I took my rubbing finger and slid it under the waistband and lowered it until the end of the scar was in view. It was warmer below where his shorts were. I rubbed up and down some more. I was fixated by this for some reason. His perfect smooth skin of his lower back and side and front, perfect little skin coming up from his leg all come together in a canyon of imperfection of human flesh. But I wasn't disgruntled or distained. I was turned on. It was sexy -- wildly sexy. My heart was beating a bit faster and I felt my body heat up a bit. I was oblivious to the fact that Anthony was completely conscious and awake, but when it hit my mind, I was snapped back into reality. "Yeah, the dance..." I heard him say. "Yes it will be fun. We'll talk more about it when it gets closer." He unconsciously used his off hand and brushed it against my hand, the hand I was now using to hold his pants down away from his scar. He giggled some more, not sure if it was because what I was doing, or from his conversation with Kathryn. I heard him say goodbye and he looked down at me. I must have been drooling by now. "Hey dweeb, what are you doing?" he sounded a bit shocked. "Huh?" "What are you doing with my birthmark?" and he pushed my hands away, the waistband snapping back against his skin. "You like what you see?" he said seductively. I felt a bit angry at that comment. My eyes got paranoid and I said "NO!" and I retaliated by jabbing my fingers into his side tickling him. Anthony laughed and twisted his body quickly, forcing me to fall off sideways, off the bed and hitting hard on the floor. My head bounced once and it hurt. I made some grunting sounds and Anthony kneeled down next to me on the floor exclaiming he was sorry. "I'm so sorry -- it was an accident." After a moment of rubbing my head and grunting in some pain, I spoke up. "No no, it's ok. You just freaked out. It's no your fault." "You hurt bad? Want some ice?" "No no, it's not bad, just a bump." "What were you doing to my scar?" "I was just lusting after it that's all." His eyes widened. "What?" I was silent. I hadn't realized what I said at first. But I just royally fucked up. I said lusting in reference to his scar. This bump really fucked with my head. How do I get out of this one? "Does it hurt?" I asked. "I thought you were the one who hit your head" he questioned. "No, I mean your scar. Does it hurt?" "My birthmark? Of course not. Why would it hurt?" "I don't know. It looks like it would." "It feels like normal skin, like there's nothing there at all." "Oh." I think I managed to change the subject and get him to forget my slip up. At least I hope. It'd be awfully embarrassing thinking he knew I was lusting after him. I sat back on the bed, Anthony next to me. I was still lightly rubbing my head. There was still a deep moaning pain. I didn't feel any bump so I knew it wasn't anything serious. "So you get a date with Kat?" "Yes, taking her to a movie this Friday and taking her to the fall dance." "Nice." "So now that I have a date for the dance, we can find you one." "Me?" "Yeah, you're coming to the dance aren't ya?" "Of course, but I don't need a date. I'll just come with you and Matt and dance with whoever." "Naw, you hafta a have date." "Ok, then who do you suppose I should ask?" "Ask Shelly." God hell no! Smelly Shelly. I heard she doesn't bathe. She couldn't get a date with a blind man. Anthony must be joking. "If you're not gonna be serious, I'll just take my right hand, I'll get more action that way" and we both busted out laughing. I really wanted to take and dance with Matt. I think he'd be a nice date -- holding his hand and neck, moving gently to the beat of our hearts, and the rhythm of our soul. "I'll think of someone. I have a few girls in mind. I have to see who's available." The week passed uneventful, Anthony filling me in on his physical. Not too detailed, because I'm sure it was embarrassing for him. My birthday came and went. I didn't have a party. I didn't care. I hadn't had a birthday party since I was like 7 years old. It wasn't prevalent in my family. I was 14 now and probably the oldest boy Watkins Jr. High. I tried not to make a big deal about it. Being 14 and in the eighth grade isn't something to be proud of. The only thing that was good about it was in gym class. I was one of the rare students who had hair on their legs and some under their arm, albeit few strands, but it was more then most. It felt good in gym, getting some odd looks from students, especially some of the 7th graders, who were in awe at my level of development. It is odd what 12 and 13 year old boys care about. I know Matt cared. He checked it out more often then not. As for Matt, still hairless everywhere visible. Undressing every day next to Matt has made us closer then one might expect. If my tiny brain hasn't failed me, I get the sense he enjoys strutting around in his boxers in front of me, and I don't mind one bit ***************************************************************************** Questions and/or Comments? wcordova98@yahoo.com New Chapters every weekend