Date: Fri, 8 Oct 1999 15:47:31 +0100 From: Petros Subject: Young Love, Chapter 2 Young Love Chapter 2 By Petros The following is a work of fiction based on a true story. Very much of what follows is real, with some fantasy thrown in. Which is which isn't really important (chances are you'll be able to tell). Some important information, like place names and people's real names have been omitted and changed to protect their anonymity. The story describes sexual relationships and acts between minors. If this offends you or is illegal in your locality then please do not read on. I've tried to tell things the way they happened but the accuracy of this tale relies on my memory. I've changed some of the dialogue to internationalise the story a bit. Enjoy. Chapter 2 I arrived in school the next morning a few minutes before nine. As I walked past the science building towards the main building I could see swarms of teenagers milling around in the playground. My school was one of the biggest in the area. There were around 18 hundred pupils which made it difficult to know everyone. It also forced groups of friends that formed to stick closer together. I liked that, it's good to have a crowd of people you're close to who you can trust and depend on. The kind of friends you can tell almost anything. I was in second year at school, choices year where you decide what subjects you choose to study for the next two years. This was the last year of no exams before the Standard Grades begin. I rounded the corner into the main yard and walked towards the corner where my group hung out. Jenni, Steven and Neil were already there, standing chatting. "Alright guys", I said greeting them as I arrived. They looked round and smiled. We had a good spot in the playground, just by the entrance to the science block. It gave a good view of the whole yard letting us see what was brewing around us. All the seniors (fifth and sixth years) had their own common rooms and the fourth years didn't seem to hang around anywhere in sight. We weren't exactly the pops or the `in' crowd. None of our group were on the football team, but we were by no means losers either. We seemed to stick together because we're quite a bubbly, funny crowd. Our sense of humour and abilities to brighten up even the dullest of classes by winding the teachers up seemed to have earned us a place in our peer's hearts. "Hi Peter", Jenni said. I shot her a filthy look but I was rewarded with only an innocent grin. I opened my mouth to speak but was interrupted by the first bell. We all turned and walked towards the main building, making our way to registration. I arrived in my registration class and took my seat next to Steven; Neil took his place behind. Jenni was in another register class. The two of us had been really close since primary school. We'd grown up together and I'd sent her Valentine's cards all through primary. Even segregation at high school didn't seem to be able to keep us apart. I turned to Steven, "Stevie, do you know a guy called Derek Young?" I asked trying to sound nonchalant. "I think I'm in love with him", I added in my mind. Or at least that's what I think's going on. Quite why or how I'm still working on. I'd lain awake for hours last night thinking about my encounter that evening. Obviously thinking about someone so attractive provokes certain reactions from your body. I was felt slightly uneasy acting upon them when another boy had caused them. Still, it felt good while I was doing it. "Yeah, he's in class 1L1. I went to primary with him", Steven's voice brought me back to the present "Oh, cool", I said trying to sound casual about it just as Gary, having arrived late, sat down in front of me. "What and ass!" I caught myself thinking. OK, now I'm getting concerned. Why am I finding myself looking at guys now? "Morning guys", Gary said chirpily. "Nice of you to join us, Gary", Mr Murphy called across the room sending a light-hearted glare in Gary's direction. I'd never really paid much attention to Gary's appearance before now. He was a short boy, probably about 5' with floppy brown hair that hung just above his eyes, neatly parted down the centre. He had a very slim build and quite a cute, boyish face. He came form the same primary as I did but we weren't close then, we only became friends after our move to `the big school'. "Hey Gaz," Steven said, then turning back to me he continued, "Why d'ya ask Pete?" "Oh, no reason really. I met him last night playing football, just hadn't seen him around before." I felt my cheeks starting to redden slightly. Our group sat and made small talk about our activities the previous night, until the bell rang and we split up to moved towards our first period class. Maths and English passed without note. As I was walking down the stairs towards the yard for the interval I spotted Derek ahead of me on the stairs. My heart started beating faster, I felt weak at the knees. As he reached the first floor he turned off the stairs, glancing round as he did. I put my hand up to wave but he just seemed to turn away. I felt instantly crushed and dejected. "He probably didn't see me," I tried to console myself, "the stairs are crowded". I reached the playground feeling, and looking, positively down. Jenni picked up on it right away. "Hey, Petros," she started, "what's up? Are you alright sweetie?" "Yeah. I guess", I said, still feeling far from alright, "just had a bollocks class" I said trying to cheer up, so as to avoid further attention. "You sure you don't want to talk?" she asked, gently drawing me aside. She knew me too well to be convinced by that. "I'd love to talk, but I don't know if I can tell anyone, not even you, yet. Sorry, it's no reflection on you." "OK babe, you know I worry about you", she said putting her arm round me. I smiled and turned to give her a quick hug. "Thanks", I said before turning back to the group. I stayed on the periphery of the conversation, caught up in my own thoughts. I couldn't seem to take my mind off this wonderful specimen of a boy. The interval passed quickly. Jamie met me as I made my way down a corridor towards technical education, he was heading to physical ed. "Alright, Petros? You fancy stopping over at mine for lunch today?" He asked. This was nothing unusual, I lived about ten minutes walk from school, he stayed under a minute away and I often went home with him. "Sure, get you at the main gate at one." "Alright, see you then," he said, smiling, as we reached the end of the corridor and turned off our separate ways. My woodwork class and geography seemed to drag in. It's not that I was anxious to get out, or excited about my lunch engagement, I just wasn't focussing on my work. One o'clock came round and I met Jamie at the gates. Jamie wasn't an unattractive guy, he was about 5'3" tall and slightly chubby. He had dirty blond spikey hair and a slightly comical look about his face. "Hi Jamie", I greeted him. He nodded in response as we set off for his house. I was jealous in a way; I'd like to be able to fall out of bed, straight into my first class. We arrived at his door and went inside. I dropped myself into his couch while he turned the TV on to watch Neighbours. We sat in silence, munching away, totally engrossed in the goings on down in Ramsay street When the show ended Jamie got up and headed for the stairs, excusing himself as he went. A few minutes later I heard him call, "Petros, come on up". I lifted myself from the sofa lethargically and made my way to the staircase. I reached the bottom and I saw him leaning over the top handrail with an almost mischievous look on his face. I reached the top and followed him into his room. I sat on the edge of the bed watching him take a seat on the floor a few yards away. "Do you want a game of dares?" he asked, deadly serious. I shot him a quizzical look and after pausing for a moment replied. "OK, I s'pose so." I could see a twinkle in his eye. He was obviously planning something my suspicious mind told me. "Cool. You go first". No chance. This thing is his idea, he can start things off. "I can't think of anything, you go". Jamie, never known for being particularly bold or forward in any way caught me quite off guard with his next outburst. "I dare you to jerk off" "What?" I spluttered, unable to believe what I'd just been challenged to do. "You heard," he responded looking quite assertive, "have a wank." I looked at him hard trying to figure out what he was trying to pull here. I stuck my hand down the front of my tracksuit trousers and pretended to stroke my cock vigorously. "Not like that. Get it out so I know you're doing it." I laughed out loud, but looked up to see him staring back completely serious. I paused for a few moments thinking about what to do next. "Alright then, but," I hesitated, unsure of myself, "you do it at the same time." He evidently hadn't been expecting that; suddenly looking not so sure of himself. "OK. On the count of three." I smiled to myself, not sure I was really appreciating what was about to ensue. "One," I hooked my thumbs round the elasticated waistband. "Two," I started to loose my bottle big time. "Three," My head was spinning as I slowly started to slide my sports pants down; An inch or two at first, then pausing to make sure he was following suite. I gulped, he had half the buttons of his 501s undone already. It didn't seem like there was any turning back now, I thought to myself as I slid my trackies down to my ankles revealing a pair of black cotton boxers, already bulging. Hello? I wasn't expecting that. I waited for Jamie to reach the same stage before squatting on the floor across from him. He joined me on the floor as I began to reach inside, slowly drawing my rock hard member into view. For a thirteen-year-old I don't think I was too badly equipped. My cock stood 5.5inches straight out and about 4 inches round, my purple head just poking out into view from under my soft, ample foreskin. The base of the shaft joined my body in a small patch of black tightly curled hair, a recent acquisition of mine. Having checked everything was in order below I looked across to see Jamie's progress. He held a much shorter, thinner tool in his hand - already stroking it gently. It must have been about 4' long and a fair bit thinner than my own. It looked slightly odd to me, down to, I guessed, his lack of any pubic hair growth. I felt aroused by the whole situation, although I felt I shouldn't be. To hell with it, it's too late to go back now. I closed my fist around my engorged cock and started slowly but rhythmically pumping it. Jamie let out a soft moan and he worked on his young cock. He was obviously enjoying the experience. I suddenly became quite embarrassed, "Ok, you happy now?" I demanded of him. He looked up from his crotch and held my gaze for a moment. "No, keep going. Until, you know, that feeling." I guessed he was talking about cumming, sounds like he's still having dry orgasms though. "Ok," I agreed, still not feeling entirely easy I continued to work on my throbbing member. Jamie got up and shuffled (with jeans still around his ankles) over to where I was sitting, taking a seat next to me. I eyed him suspiciously, but said nothing. Asking what someone thinks they're doing when you're sitting with your dick out, jacking off in their bedroom hardly seemed appropriate. I concentrated on my own efforts to bring myself off, but found myself glancing down to watching his progress. I was quite shocked at my self when I found my left arm reaching out towards his boyish cock. I gently closed my hard around his. He seemed shocked, but without looking up began to withdraw his hand. I was pumping my right arm harder and faster up my length. I slowly closed my fist around him, gripping his hard cock in my hand. It felt strange holding another guy's cock, I'd barely seen anyone else's before today, we all changed in cubicles at swimming club. As strange as it felt I had to admit that I liked it, feeling the heat given off by this teen's love tool. I continued to work on us both for a minute or so before I felt Jamie's hand softly touching my right wrist. He closed his grip and drew my hand away, quickly replacing it with his own. "Ohhh," I murmured as I began to experience the intense pleasure that another's touch can bring to you. I knew it wouldn't take long as I felt him pick up the pace, squeezing harder and pumping faster. I moaned softly and felt myself tense. "Jamie. I'm gonna. cum" I gasped. He looked down to see my prick erupt like a small volcano, shooting it's load of hot, creamy boy cum all over his hand then spurting out further onto the carpet as my orgasm reached it's peak. This was obviously too much for him, I felt his body tense up so I worked faster on his manhood. He let out a load moan as he reached his climax. I watched closely, but there was nothing to see aside from his rock hard cock. I could tell from his moaning and the look on his face that he was experiencing the same intense pleasure that he delivered to me only moments earlier. After he settled I picked myself up and made my way to the bathroom to clean up. I didn't lock the door and soon found myself joined by Jamie, eager to clean my sticky mess off his hands. I felt awkward standing there with my now soft cock hanging out, even after what we'd just shared I felt somehow shy. Once we'd both cleaned up, we didn't say another word about the event. We strained to make conversation for the rest of the hour, before making our way back to school. The afternoon passed uneventfully. I walked home in solitude, deep in thought. I got to my home and went straight to my room, where I threw myself onto my bed. I lay there for several hours contemplating the events that had passed. I'd had my first sexual experience, at the tender age of thirteen. I should have felt proud, I wasn't glowing however, I felt dirty and deeply ashamed at myself. My first sexual encounter had been with another guy. That wasn't right was it? Why had I enjoyed it so much, and why have I found myself looking at guys recently? I wasn't gay. Absolutely no way I was going to believe that. I don't want to be gay (it scares me). So what is wrong then? "I must just be curious," I thought, trying hard to disregard my feelings. Yeah, Curious, that's what I am. To be continued... ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Hope you all enjoyed chapter 2. This was my first shot at writing about a sexual encounter so please let me know how I did. I know things have been a bit slow so far, but the pace might pick up a little next time. You'll have to come back for chapter 3 to find out though. As always, comments & criticism welcomed. Petros. mailto: petros@petros-world.freeserve.co.uk