Date: Wed, 27 May 2020 19:46:29 -0500 From: Sam Subject: Young Again - Chapter 4 Please support Nifty to keep this free service going. https://donate.nifty.org/donate.html This is my first attempt at writing a story. Thank you for taking the time to read it. Comments are welcome. sam@gamermail.net The following is fiction. Any resemblance to real people, places or events is coincidental. This is a romance story in many parts. If you are looking for a quickie, this isn't it. From Chapter 3 Once I could move again I broke down and started crying. My now 11 years old emotions were taking over and I couldn't stop crying. I found the closest bathroom and locked myself in a stall, and hoped I could just wait today out here without more crap happening. I was in there for a few minutes before I heard the door open and someone walked in. Not too odd, it's a bathroom, people go to them. The footsteps stopped in front of my stall door and I heard a boy say "Sam?" Young Again - Chapter 4 by Sam Well that started my mind running. Somehow I've been recognized behind a closed door, and the person that recognized me knew my name. This is odd as I've only been at the school for half a day, and haven't really made any friends yet. I'm still trying to find my way around really, so haven't had time. I manage through the crying to stammer out a "Yeah, who...who are you?" He says he is Dennis. I don't know a Dennis. So I ask him how he knows my name. He said he heard it during roll call of 1st period English class. Dennis must be a genius to memorize my name from the other 35 kids in that class. Dennis says he wants to apologize for what the steroid boy said to me. Apparently they are on the same basketball team, and he doesn't want me to think his comments represented the team as a whole. I open the door to thank him for the apology and standing in front of me is a very hot boy. He has brown hair and eyes, broad shoulders and strong looking arms. Clearly an athlete but also doesn't overdo it. Since he is in my class I assume he is my age, but he is bigger than me, though so is everyone in my class, and he seems slightly bigger than average for my class too. As I'm looking at him, still crying, he reaches down and picks me up off the toilet. This kid was strong! He sits down and pulls me onto his lap and holds me in his arms as I cry. This felt good. I don't know this boy, but I feel safe in his strong arms. Eventually my crying stops as I melt into him. He asks me if I'm ok now. I tell him I am and thank him. He sets me down onto my feet and gets up himself. He asks what my next class is and I tell him. After we clean up my face and his shirt, (I got it wet with my tears) he walks me to my class and I thank him again as I walk into the classroom and he heads off to his class. After school I head out to start walking home. I'm waiting at the crosswalk for the crossing guard to stop traffic. As I'm standing there I spot Dennis also waiting to cross. He has another boy with him, slightly older looking, and looks a lot like him. My guess is an older brother. Anyway we cross and I start to walk home. As I turn into my street so does Dennis and his brother. Dennis spots me and calls out to me. I go over to him and he asks if I live on this street. I tell him I do and point at my house. He tells me so does he and he points at his house, across the street and over one from my house. This good looking boy has been living across the street from me and I didn't even know it. Dennis asks if I'd like to come over and shoot some hoops with him. I tell him sure, but I hope I don't embarrass him with how much better I am than him. I laugh to myself, I doubt this body has ever picked up a basketball. I text Marty to let him know where I am and we head to his house. His brother goes inside and so does Dennis briefly before coming out with a basketball. We shoot some hoops, I missed all of the baskets. It's hot out so Dennis takes off his shirt. I look (I'm allowed now, I'm 11) and Dennis has quite a bit of underarm hair. That means he's going through puberty already, but he's supposed to be 11 like me and I'm still hairless. (Why do I have body issues when I'm this hot?) We play some more and my curiosity gets the better of me so I ask Dennis how old he is. He says 12. He says he had to repeat a year in elementary school because he got sick close to the end of the year, and couldn't make the time up. I guess that explains why he is bigger than all of the others in my class. Eventually his brother comes out of the house and says "Hey loverboys, Dad says dinner is almost ready so time for your boyfriend to go home". I'm about to laugh at this. I remember my older brother calling me gay stuff when i was a kid, before I came out. (Of course, after I came out he never said anything to me again.) It's just what older brothers do. Dennis apologizes and I say no sweat and head home. When I get home I do my homework in 5 minutes and we eat, then watch a bit of TV before going to bed. Today was interesting, hopefully that stops. To be continued...