Date: Fri, 12 Feb 2021 09:21:16 +0000 From: Ethan Flowers Subject: Corwin's Nudie Pic chapter 4 To all my readers: This tale just keeps growing. I had planned to finish it off in chapter 4, but it got so long I decided to split it into two. All the usual disclaimers apply. This story is fiction. None of it is true; any resemblance to real people (alive or deceased) or places is coincidental. If you're under 18 or it's illegal where you live to possess stories where kids actually express their sexuality, you should leave now. Sex scale: 0 - None at all (in this chapter!) I'm telling a love story. 1 - Nudge-nudge, wink-wink. Maybe a bit of kissing and petting. 2 - There's one sex scene, and it's rather tame --> 3 - I'm trying to balance story-telling and sex <--- 4 - There is some plot, but there's also a lot of sex! 5 - Plot? What plot? Just a few words to set up the scenes. Please support Nifty to keep this useful resource alive. You might be using it for your pleasure, but for readers discovering their sexuality it can be a resource as well. Comments are welcome at ethanflowers98@protonmail.com. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 4 With phone tracking turned off I was finally out from under the ever watchful gaze of my father. The most immediate benefit was more time with Corwin, for it allowed me to sneak over to his place a couple of times a week between the end of the school day and me having to be back at home by 6:00 p.m. just before my father did. With Fraser closer to 14 than 13, he'd gained some extra independence and more often than not was off with friends after school. Now that her boys were teenagers and didn't need as much supervision, Corwin's mom found a job at a clothing and gift shop, interestingly one owned by a lesbian couple. All that meant Corwin and I finally had some guaranteed private time together. And we made good use of it. The first couple of times we got together for sex after school it was rather rushed, for we were afraid of an unwanted interruption from Corwin's mother or brother. We quickly learned his mother would not get home before 5:00, and Fraser had developed the habit of coming in the door just before dinner was ready at 6:00. Some days we were off school as early as 3:00. It took us about a half hour to get home, leaving more than enough time for a little exploration. Corwin may have been reserved and a little awkward around people in groups, like when we got together in the school cafeteria, but when it was just the two of in his bedroom he was a different guy. He disclaimed being a nudist, but he had no problems suggesting we get naked together. It was always an invitation for sex. We tried sixty-nining early on. I wasn't ready to take his cum in my mouth, but he surprised me by not pulling off the first time. "I wanted to see what it tasted like," he explained. "Didn't like it much, though." On a Tuesday at the end of January, as always I had water polo practice after school, so I didn't get see Corwin before dinner. But when I went over to his place at 7:00 the house was dark and locked. Wondering what was happening, I got out my phone and called him. It went to voicemail. Now I was concerned. It wasn't like Corwin to change plans like this without letting me know. Then I remembered I had Fraser's number as well. He might know what was up. "Hi--this is Lance, right?" I heard Fraser's voice say when it picked up. "Uh, yeah, I guess your phone told you. Do you know where Corwin is?" "Hang on," said Fraser. "I'll let you talk to mom." I heard the phone being transferred. "Oh, Lance, thank goodness you've called! We couldn't figure out how to get a hold of you." "What's happened? Is something wrong?" "We're at the hospital. Corwin was beaten up by a couple of kids from school. Fortunately nothing too serious, but he'll be in overnight for observation. His phone got broken, so we didn't have your phone number to call you." I caught my breath and sat down on the cold concrete step of Corwin's house. "You're sure he's gonna be all right?" I asked. "Of course! He's awake, and he'll be staying overnight and discharged some time tomorrow." "Can I see him? I mean now? I--I can't think of what else to do." I heard some conversation between Corwin's mom and dad, then his mom came back. "Do you know where the hospital is?" "Yeah. I mean, there's only one in town." "Good. Head up to Travis Street and start walking toward the hospital. Jim--my husband--is heading out to the car now. If you've got enough battery left on the phone, keep it on and point it towards the street so he can identify you by the light." "Yeah, I can do that," I said. I jumped up and started walking. "You say Corwin's awake? Can I talk to him?" "Oh! Of course!" A few seconds later I heard my boyfriend's voice. "Hi, Lance." "Corwin! What the hell happened?" "A couple of kids jumped me just outside the school ground. Big ones, but kinda young. Might have been grade niners. Got some punches in the face and solar plexus, and they kicked me a bit too. They ripped my backpack open and threw all my books and papers all over. Then some other kids from school came running over so they took off, but they also got my phone and smashed it on the ground about a hundred feet away." "Jesus Christ!" I swore. "Who were they? I'm going to tear them to shreds when I find them!" "No, no, no ... I'm not hurt that bad. Oh, Mom's asking me if you're on Travis Street yet, so Dad can find you." "Yeah, I'm almost there." "Okay, now calm down. Chances are the kids who came running for me can identify who did this. The school will probably suspend them." "And what bloody good will that do?" I snapped. "Beat up a gay kid and get a week's vacation?" "I don't know if they did it because I'm gay--" "And what other fucking reason would they have?" I yelled. "You're not stealing anyone's girlfriend and you're not picking on little kids! Thanks to that picture practically everyone thinks you're a weirdo!" "Not everyone, Lance ... calm down, please! OK, I get that you're mad. I'd probably be too if someone beat you up, except they'd have a lot harder time doing it. Honestly, I'm OK, just a little shook up and maybe a few bruises." "I dunno, Corwin--I'm still really pissed that someone's jumped you. And it's not like the school's gonna care about it! The feudal barons running that place couldn't care less about an invisible minority kid getting beaten up! Hell, even black kids have been harassed, and if it was a white kid doing it nothing happened!" I heard Corwin sigh. There was a moment of quiet, then, "Uh, Fraser's asking for his phone back. We can talk more when you get here. See you then." He disconnected. "Argh!" I cried in frustration at the now silent phone. It was so like Corwin just to drop the call like that. Remembering what his mom had asked, I kept my phone unlocked and turned it toward the street so it could be seen while I continued walking. A few minutes later a car pulled up beside me and lightly sounded its horn. After recognizing Corwin's dad, I got in and we drove to the hospital. I was still pretty wound up, but Mr. Sarno assured me Corwin was in good shape and good spirits. For sure he was. My first sight of him at the hospital was of him sitting up bed, very much awake and chatting with his mom. We gave each other a hug. "How are you feeling now?" Corwin asked me. "Well, I'm still pretty upset, but I think I'm calmer now." "Good to hear. Since I'm in overnight, I won't be at school tomorrow. Promise you won't do anything rash?" "I'll try not to. But now everyone at the school's going to know about you. There are still a few bad apples from Hawthorne going there, and if they figure you were jumped because you're gay they might gang up on you." Fraser looked up from his phone. "Wait, they could do that?" "Well, in theory the school frowns on bullying," I told him. "But it depends on who's doing it. A black kid bullying a black kid gets called out. White kids picking on white kids might get into trouble, but it depends on how rich their parents are. White kids going after blacks and Hispanics are simply ignored." Fraser frowned. "I don't know if I want to go there next year." His dad jumped on that. "It's the lesser of two evils, son. It's either Tamarack or Ahkonshuck. Ahkonshuck is far worse. Their bloody brute of School Resource Officer shot five black guys in seven years on his former police force." "What?" I gasped. "I've never heard that before! How in the hell did he get a job looking after high school kids?" Their dad snorted. "As far as that school's administration is concerned, it made him the ideal candidate. He's been known to manhandle and strike black kids, and the school's ignored their parents' complaints about him. People have been trying to get him fired for two years now but the school refuses to do anything about it." "Okay, that's bad," said Fraser. "But I heard Lance say something about 'feudal barons' running Tamarack." "You heard right," I said. "Although Tamarack's got an anti-bullying policy--Ahkonshuck doesn't--like I said they're pretty selective about enforcing it. The only way we'd be able to get into a better high school is to move. Except my dad's not going anywhere." "You know," said Corwin's dad, "until this evening I hadn't really thought about moving. But I might have to consider it now if it means you two"--he looked at Corwin and Fraser--"will get a better high school." "You'd do it?" asked Corwin. "I mean, just up and leave your job, uproot us and go somewhere else just so we could change schools?" "For you two, it would be worth it," he replied. "I've felt increasingly out of place here ever since we elected that idiot of a president and I saw just how much support he's got around here. Even if the guy isn't reelected those people aren't going to change. I don't know if I want to live the rest of my life around them." Their mom chimed in. "And I'd like to live in a place where 'safe schools' means emotional safety, where students aren't picked on for being gay or non-Christian or somehow different. Instead of meaning the school's got metal detectors and hallway cameras and an armed police officer on staff." I felt my heart sink. "So you're really thinking of moving?" "Not yet, Lance," said Mr. Sarno. "Like I said, until this evening we really weren't. But I think we'll be discussing it over the next month." At that point I couldn't figure out which hurt me more: knowing Corwin was now a target at school, or that I could lose him as my boyfriend. Corwin was released from hospital the next day, and returned to school the day after that. One fallout from the attack was his mom was now insisting on driving him to school every day and picking him up when it let out. On Wednesday and Friday I'd travel with him both ways; the other days my time after school was taken up with water polo and weight training. There was no official communication from the school about what had happened. Corwin's parents said that was normal and we shouldn't take it as a sign the administration had ignored it. Rumors circulated that two white grade nine students had been given a week-long suspension. I tried to find out who they were, but couldn't. Maybe it was for the best. Still Corwin was looking out for me. Knowing how angry I'd been when I first found out, he counseled me to channel my anger somewhere useful. Put it into weight and water polo training, he said. Use it to be on the lookout for problems and be ready to intervene. But I should use my strength as a tool to keep belligerents apart, not as a cudgel to mete out punishment. Exactly a week after that fateful Tuesday a text message came to my phone while I was at water polo: > CORWIN: Got new a phone now. Number's the same. Love you. I replied with: > LANCE: Great to hear! Love ya too. Stay safe out there, kay? > Don't wanna get another surprise like that from my boyfriend again. I wanted to keep the messages on my phone, but being very concerned what could happen if dad ever saw them, I deleted them. Fortunately our relationship was unaffected by the attack. Corwin's mom was now picking him up from school, and twice a week me as well, but she simply dropped us off where we wanted to go before returning to her job at the gift shop. Many days we went to his place so we could enjoy each other's company for a while. In February we decided it was time to go all the way. Neither of was pushing the other to do it: my sixteenth birthday was coming up and we both thought it would make a great birthday present. For me, I just wanted to feel Corwin inside me. Corwin suggested it was a natural progression which would bond us even closer. Once again I expressed concern. "You keep saying we're doing things to bond us together. Does that mean you'll never let me go? I mean, I love you and everything, but am I going to have a stalker for the rest of my life?" "Oh, no way--not like that!" he said. "What I mean is I see it as a way to strengthen our bond, even though it's probably strong enough already." He paused, then continued. "And like I said, I've read a lot about how 'normal' people live and think. It's actually rare for people to stay with the first person they fall in love with. Especially at our age because they get interested in different things and just sort of drift apart. So I'm not thinking we're destined to be together forever. Sure, I'd love it if we were, but chances are we'll go to different colleges and find new boyfriends there. I promise if you do I'll not hate you for breaking us up." Unexpectedly he grinned. "Who knows? Maybe I just want the sex!" I laughed, threw my arms around him, and kissed him all over his face and neck and shoulders. Many of the stories we read said the first time could be painful. Fortunately we found a couple that mentioned we could stretch out our rears to make things easier. I figured if we measured how big around the other's erection was and found something of a similar size, we could practice with that and get used to it. After some experimentation we figured out it was about three fingers worth, or maybe just a little bit more. We spent a week getting ready, separately and together. I admit it felt sort of weird for me to be playing around with Corwin's ass. I liked it when he put his fingers into me, but it almost creeped me out to put mine into him. But I felt I had to do it; my cock was bigger than his and I really didn't want it to hurt the first time I entered him. "Your birthday's on Thursday," Corwin told me during our evening study session Tuesday evening. "We're planning a party for you here. I'm inviting you to have dinner with us." "Wow, thanks! But where does that leave your big present for me? I mean, if everyone's here that day no way are we going to find time for it." "How about we move it up a day, to tomorrow? You don't have water polo and you don't go to the gym. Do you think that will work?" "Sure," I replied. "Here, I'll just put it into my phone--Wednesday, 4:37 pm--lose virginity." Corwin grinned. "Maybe you should send me a reminder, in case I forget." We laughed. The next day Corwin's mom picked us up from school as usual, dropped us off at his home, then returned to work. Moments later we were in his room. "You ready?" he asked. I kissed him. "For sure. Shall we?" "Of course." With an ease that came from practice, we quickly got naked. On our knees on the bed, we put our arms around each other and started mashing our lips together while our hands roamed around. We both got very hard. Eventually Corwin eased up and sort of disentangled himself. He got a bottle of lotion from his bedside table, squirted some on to his hand, and rather aggressively applied it to my raging boner. He added some more, and finally some to his hole. "How do you want me?" he asked. "On my back or doggie?" "Let's keep it simple to start. On your hands and knees, Rover." He did so. I put one, then two, then three fingers in to stretch him out, and finally lined up my very hard cock to him. "Here goes!" I said, and pushed forward. Corwin at first resisted, then remembered he should relax. I felt the head slip in. All I heard from Corwin was a quiet "Mmm!" "Does it feel OK?" I asked. "Does it hurt?" "No, not at all. Go in slow. I'll let you know if it starts hurting." I pushed in further, watching my erection slowly disappearing into my love. He made no sound. Very soon I bottomed out. "Oh, man, I'm in all the way! How does it feel?" "I'd say 'full.' But, wow, it's nicer than I thought it would be!" "It feels really neat here, too. Okay, let the fun begin!" I pulled out a little and went back in. An incredible feeling came over me as the entire length of my erection was caressed by Corwin's insides. Quickly I discovered the ring of his anus provided the most stimulation. I slid the whole length of my cock back and forth against it, while the rest of Corwin's rear wrapped it it a smooth velvet warmth. "Oh, man, this is amazing!" I cried. "It feels great from this end, too!" Corwin replied. "You keep hitting my prostate, and every time you do it's like a mini orgasm! Keep going as long as you can!" I experimented a little, speeding up and slowing down. The sensations were incredible. All the other things we'd done--playing with each other, sandwiching, sucking--paled in comparison to this! Soon my cautious approach disappeared and I really starting working him. Things were happening all over me: my heart was racing, I was starting to sweat, and I could feel the pressure building up in my groin. Without really meaning to I started thrusting harder, trying to get as deep inside him as I could. Less than five minutes after I first entered him I was going at it pretty much full force. Corwin was crying out every time I shoved into him; whether it was from pleasure or discomfort I didn't know. At last my orgasm exploded all over me. I could feel the waves coursing all through me and concentrating on my cock buried deep inside Corwin. It kept going, and going, longer than I'd ever felt it before. Then it was over. I sort of collapsed on top of Corwin, who gently lowered himself to the bed to help distribute my weight on him. We went quiet for a couple of minutes, my hard penis still inside, while my breathing returned to normal. Finally, slowly, I pulled out and rolled off him. Corwin let out an "ah!" then turned around on the bed to kiss me. "Happy birthday," he said quietly. "How was the present?" "Super, amazing, wonderful, fantastic, incredible, and just the most awesome thing I've ever felt in my whole life!" I replied. "I didn't think I was possible for anything to feel so good!" He kissed me again. "Sure sounded like it!" He wrapped his arms around me in a close, naked hug, and asked, "Do you need some time to recover, or can I do you now?" "Can you wait another couple of minutes?" I sought out his penis and started stroking it. Not surprisingly it was pretty hard, and it twitched a little at my touch. "All right," he replied. "But don't do that too much or you'll ruin my fun." Still excited, I was ready for him me sooner than I'd expected. As Corwin had done, I got on my hands and knees and put my ass into the air. He was right there with the lotion, spreading it on my rear and pushing his fingers in. Then the fingers came out and I felt the end of his cock on my hole. "You ready?" he asked. "Sure, go ahead!" Carefully he entered me. I could feel him moving in; it wasn't unpleasant and there was no pain at all. Soon I felt his pubes up against my bum. "Wow, that feels neat!" I said. "Same here. Are you alright?" "Oh yeah! No problem at all. Do what you want!" Almost timidly he pulled out a little and went back in. He continued like this for a while until apparently remembering what we'd seen on some videos that fifteen year old boys certainly should not have been watching. What I hadn't expected was it felt every bit as good being on the receiving end. To my surprise I started getting hard again. I felt him pull out a little further, slowly, and soon was soon going almost all the way out in again. I too was moaning along with Corwin and gasping whenever he trust into my rear. He wasn't pumping madly like I had done with him, but from what I heard he didn't need to. Then he stopped as deep inside me as he could get and let out a series of short gasps that left no doubt what was happening. As soon as he'd finished he pulled out and lay down on his back on the bed. I moved in close, kissed him, and lightly held him. "That was so good!" he said after a few minutes. "Happy birthday ... again." He kissed me. "Maybe we should take a shower?" "For sure. And, thanks! This is one birthday present I'm never going to forget." --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 5 coming soon.