Date: Tue, 11 Mar 2008 15:32:07 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Daring to Try (1)

  This is a work of pure fiction born from my many fantasies. It depicts
the gay sexual awakening and explorations of two high school boys, and is
intended to entertain adult audiences. Comments are widely solicited at the
email below.


(1)

   The silence hung inside the car like a blanket of fog as the two boys
sat side by side, gazing down on the flickering lights of the sprawling
city far below. From their vantage point high atop the remote bluff the
lights of the city appeared as tiny pinpoints of brightness that winked on
and off as the currents of warm summer air flowed over the city.

   In addition to the stony silence, the air of tension was nearly palpable
in the narrow confines of the moonlit car, the only audible sounds being
the occasional soft sigh, or deeply inhaled breath of one or the other of
the boys. Scotty and Jordan were both sixteen, and would each be entering
their junior year of high school in the coming fall, albeit at different
schools. In the physical sense they might easily have been mistaken for
brothers, each of them being about six feet tall, and a lean and
proportionate one-fifty or so, with similar brown hair trimmed fairly
short, and hazel eyes that had a tendency toward brooding from beneath
somewhat prominent eyebrows. Each was all-American handsome, if still
slightly boyish, with a warm and welcoming smile that projected an air of
confidence, and calm. Calm, however, was the furthest thing from what each
of them was feeling at the moment as they sat there stealing small glances
each at the other while they respectively worried that the other must be
able to actually hear the thudding of his heart inside his chest.

   Their being here together in the dimly lit car perched atop the high
bluff had been largely the work of fate, or luck, or perhaps a bit of
both. Although the two attended different schools, Jordan a student at the
Christian high school and Scotty attending the public high school, they had
for some time been casual acquaintances given that both schools were
located within the same section of the city where both boys lived, and
socialized, so that their paths crossed fairly frequently at the shops, and
the mall, and the movie houses. They had each secretly admired the other
from afar over the last couple of years, although their mutual inherent
shyness had prevented either of them taking any sort of overt action to
approach the other beyond some murmured "hi's" and "hey's" in
passing. There was one other commonality shared by the boys as well, this
one perhaps the most telling of all, and that was that though neither of
them was at all certain about the other, each was decidedly certain that he
was gay, and strangely attracted to the other.

   And so here they sat, silent and nervous, their lithe bodies separated
by scant inches of the car seat while their minds raced to find something
to say, or for some way to make that dreaded first move that each yearned
to have happen. Their being here like this had been the result of their
destinies aligning sufficiently to have pure chance cause them each to show
up at the same house party at nearly the same time earlier that evening,
and then a subsequent quirk of fate intervened a couple of hours later when
the deafening noise and the crowded throng of the packed house had driven
them separately to the back yard for a break from the raucous partiers.

   Being the only two in the back yard at the time, it would have seemed
more awkward not to speak to each other than it had been to actually do it,
and before long their conversation had become free and easy, and pleasant,
as they had sat at a patio table. After some time had passed, and without
any actually planned motivation, one or the other had suggested that they
ditch the loud party, and maybe just go for a drive to enjoy the warm
summer evening, to which the other had readily agreed, and thus it was that
they now sat silently in the moonlit car. Neither could quite explain why
the easy banter from the back yard patio table, and the drive to the bluff
had seemingly died with the switching off of the ignition, but it
definitely had, and this tension filled silence had ensued.

   Sitting behind the wheel, Scotty drew in a deep breath, and then let it
out, as he shifted slightly on the seat, and looked over at Jordan. Jordan
shifted his gaze away from the hypnotizing display of flickering lights
below, and looked into Scotty's eyes as he felt a deep warmth flood his
face, and he knew he was blushing furiously though he had no idea
why. Scotty held the gaze a moment, and then dropped his eyes to scan over
Jordan's lean torso, and he let the gaze linger on Jordan's shorts clad
crotch. The overt look was not lost on Jason, and he felt his penis react
as it bucked inside his shorts, and began to inflate. Flustered, and more
than a little afraid that Scotty would realize he was hard, Jordan shifted
quickly on the seat, and fumbled with his door handle, as he muttered,

   "Oh, Jeez!"

   Scotty's hand shot out, and closed over the firm warm skin of Jordan's
thigh, and he gripped it, telling Jordan,

   "Don't Dude...don't get out...it's all good...hell, mine has been hard
as steel since before we got here...don't worry about it, okay?"

   Feeling the searing heat on his face, Jordan settled back against the
seat, and released a long sigh, and then looked down at Scotty's hand on
his thigh, and then at his erection where it poked at the lap of his
shorts. Excitement and desire welled up inside him, and he looked forlornly
at Scotty as he shook his head slowly, and mumbled,

   "Are you serious, Scotty...?...oh man...no, don't answer that...damn,
this is so fucked up...shit!"

   Scotty moved his hand slowly, gently stroking the smooth skin of
Jordan's thigh as he reached out his other hand to lift Jordan's chin off
his chest so that he could look into his eyes, as he told him,

   "Jordan...listen man...please...yes, I'm serious as a heart
attack...and...this is so not fucked up...not at all!"

   Jordan grimaced, his cute face reflecting some mix of desire, and
uncertainty, as he muttered,

   "How can it not be fucked up...shit...just think about it...two
guys...all hot and fucking bothered...sprouting fucking hardons...for each
other...?...gotta be fucked up...!"

   "Jordan...damn it...just stop...I waited too long for this...for
you...and it is so damn right that it's not funny...it's who I
am...and...who I really want us to be, too...please Dude...at least just
give up fighting it, okay...just chill, and go with it, okay?"

   Jordan took another deep breath, and released it slowly as his body
relaxed slightly, and he looked down once more to see Scotty's hand high on
his thigh, a mere inch or less from his balls, and he felt his cock
throbbing in his shorts. Rolling his eyes to look at Scotty, he sighed
again, and then nodded slowly, even breaking a tiny nervous smile. Scotty
leaned closer to him, moving very slowly, as he flashed a quick smile of
his own. Nearly touching noses, Scotty paused, and looked deeply into
Jordan's dark eyes, and the faint and pleasant aroma of Jordan's cologne
filled his senses. Inching forward again, Scotty gently pressed his soft
lips to Jordan's lush mouth, and kissed him as gently as he had ever kissed
another human being.

   He felt Jordan tense up for a second, and then soften, as his mouth
moved against Scott's, and then opened, as they tentatively explored each
others warm mouth with their dueling tongues. Jordan moaned against
Scotty's mouth, the sound muffled and tight, as Scotty felt him slide his
arms around him, and pull him even closer, as the last visages of doubt
washed away from both boys in an instant. In seconds they were locked in a
series of frantic kisses and hugs, performing the ancient dance of lovers
everywhere as their kisses grew in ardor, and lust. Their tongues washed
each others hungry mouth as Jordan ran his hands over Scotty's back,
pushing up under his tee shirt to revel in the smooth warm skin beneath, as
Scotty boldly moved his hand into Jordan's swollen crotch, and gripped is
rigid penis, squeezing the pulsing hardness as he moved his hand up and
down its ample length.

   Jordan felt as if his cock, and balls had caught fire, the searing jolt
of heat coursing through his loins as Scotty gripped and stroked his
rampant cock, and his long pent up desire exploded within him, filling him
with a need that made him dizzy. Breaking the long kiss, he pulled back,
and gazed hungrily into Scotty's equally smoldering eyes, as he slowly
shook his head in wonder of it all. Never breaking the burning eye contact,
Jordan reached for the hem of Scotty's tee shirt, and then quickly peeled
it up and over his head, regretting that Scotty's hand left his throbbing
cock in the process. Scott quickly mimicked Jordan's action, and pulled his
shirt off as well, tossing it into the back seat to join his own. The two
were still then, each slowly running his hands over the hairless chest, and
stomach of the other, and timidly exploring each others small dark nipples
as ragged breathing sounds filled the small space of the car. Taking
Jordan's face in his hands, Scotty kissed him again, long and wet, and
loads of tongue, and Jordan shuddered in pleasure as his arms encircled
Scotty, and pulled him close so that they were bare chest to bare chest,
panting, and moaning softly.

   Finally breaking the kiss, Scotty pushed Jordan down on the car seat, so
that he was nearly lying on his back, and then grabbed at his shorts,
tugging down the zipper, and popping the snap. Jordan lifted his butt off
the seat, allowing Scotty to slide the shorts, and his briefs down his well
shaped legs, and off his ankles to the floor. Naked now save for his tennis
shoes and socks, Jordan's thick cock lay rigid against his abdomen, its
heavy veins swollen with his pulsing blood, and Scotty stared at it as if
in disbelief. As his trembling hands moved upward along Jordan's inner
thighs, he ever so carefully let his fingers trail over Jordan's plump
scrotum, tracing the shape of the heavy nuggets it contained, he shook his
head slowly, and said, barely above a whisper,

   "Oh God, Jordan...it's beautiful...you are beautiful...damn...I want
that!"

   Jordan released a gasping sound, and sucked in a breath as Scotty
continued to gently explore his balls, before moving to again grip his
pulsing cock in his hand, this time without the restrictive layer of
clothing. Jordan and Scotty moaned in unison as Scotty began a steady
stroking of Jordan's rock hard shaft, and Jordan ran his hands over
Scotty's chest, and fingered his stiff little nipples. Scotty could hardly
believe that he finally, at long last, held a live and pulsing erection in
his hand, and he marveled at its silky smoothness, and it's abject hardness
as he stroked it's length. Passing his thumb over the spongy mushroom like
head, he felt the wetness leaking from the tiny slit at its center, and he
felt Jordan's body jump with sensation as he spread the slippery fluid over
the glassy smooth knob several times.

   "Holy shit, Scotty...fuck...that...feels...sooo...good...!" hissed
Jordan, his slender hips bucking upward to meet Scotty's steady pumping.

   Grinning wildly, Scotty nodded his agreement, and then slid his free
hand between Jordan's splayed thighs to cradle his heavy pouch, and gently
roll his balls between his fingers, his other hand continuing the rhythmic
stroking of his leaking cock. Jordan felt the familiar burning deep in his
balls, and he closed his eyes, surrendering completely to the incredible
sensations that flooded through his panting body, and Scotty seemed to
intensify his pace as his fist rode steadily over Jordan's cock, and his
other hand tugged gently on his tender balls.

    Jordan's breath came in deep and rapid gasps now, and his hips bucked
up and down, and he suddenly knew that he was on the edge of an orgasm more
intense than any his young body had ever known. Scotty watched in awe as
the flow of clear fluid from Jordan's rigid cock became a nearly steady
output that oozed from the tiny slit at the center of his plumb like cock
head, and he actually saw the little slit gap wider, as Jordan bucked
sharply upward off the car seat, and let out a deep and continuous groaning
sound, and erupted. The rigid cock bucked in Scotty's hand, and it seemed
to thicken, and then spasm, and a veritable fountain of creamy ejaculate
spurted from the slit, jet after rapid jet of the thick white fluid
spraying everywhere, coating Scotty's hand, and Jordan's smooth stomach,
and chest with streamers of the stuff until Scotty wondered if he would
ever stop cumming. Finally the torrent ended, Jordan's wilting cock giving
up its final few drizzles that oozed from the slit to cascade along the
shaft of his cock, and Scotty's fingers. Jordan shuddered strongly, drained
and spent, and sagged weakly onto the car seat. The force of the orgasm had
left him gasping for breath, and his smooth chest rose and fell as he
struggled for air. Scotty stared in awe at the numerous streaks of thick
fluid painted over Jordan's heaving torso, and he let go of the now soft
penis, and slowly moved his hands up to spread the warm, thick fluids all
over Jordan's smooth skin, savoring it's slippery thickness, and the tart
aroma of it filling his nostrils. Finally Jordan opened his eyes, blinking
several times before meeting Scotty's stunned gaze, and both boy's broke
out in wide smiles, and then uttered in near unison,

   "Holy shit...that...was SO awesome...!"

(To Be Continued)
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