Date: Sun, 25 Nov 2018 08:13:30 +0000 From: Elijah Allen Subject: A Choir Boy's Song #1 This is a story based on the events of my first sexual encounter as a young teen. Names have been changed to protect people's identities, but other than that it is a true story. The usual warnings and disclaimers apply. any suggestions are welcome although I may not use them. I met Darrin in the 7th grade. We had always been friends, but we weren't all that close. We were the sort of friends that you sit with in class or at the lunch table but would never hang out with outside of school. When we were sophomores in high school, we both joined the school choir. My high school choir was infamous for its yearly choir tour down to California. All the singers got to miss 4 days of school to drive 11 hours from our home town of Salt Lake City, Utah down to Anahiem California in massive busses. Instead of doing math tests or English papers, we spent 6 days on the beach, in Disneyland, and singing for people that our choir teacher knew in random churches. To be able to make it affordable to put up 100+ kids in a hotel, we had to squeeze 4 teens to one tiny seedy motel room every year. Out of my close circle of friends, I was the only one that did anything besides sitting in a basement playing video games for 6 hours a day, meaning I had no friends to bunk with when I went on choir tour. When Darrin asked me to join his room I was relived and immediately said yes. I should probably tell you about myself, Darrin, and the situation we grew up in before we go any further, otherwise you might get confused. I figured out I was gay when I was 12, but it wasn't till I was almost 18 that I finally was able to really accept myself. I was raised in a good ol' fashioned Mormon community in my suburban 95% white conservative neighborhood, so being gay was extremely frowned upon. I was always scared of who I really was, but being a teenage boy, I was still horny all the time, and Darrin was one of "sinful" fantasies that I just couldn't seem to shake. He was tall, 6'1 when we were sophomores, and had kind of dopey mannerisms that made him extremely cute. He had big mop of curly ginger hair and a skinny and slightly muscled build. We had sat next to each other in choir and just being next to him drove me mad, but my own fear of my sexuality always stopped me from ever trying to be more that one of his choir friends. So, on a sunny day in the middle of march, Darrin and I boarded a massive tour bus with a 150 of our fellow choir students and took the 11-hour bus ride down to California. Now what you should know about our choir teacher is that she was certifiably insane, so instead of leaving in the morning and driving through the day, she decided to leave at 2:00 in the afternoon, meaning we didn't get to our sketch motel until almost 3:00 in the morning. She then proceeded to tell us that we had a rehearsal the next morning that that we needed to be on the buses by 8 am or else she would dock our grades. So, Darrin and I disgruntledly followed our two other roommates to our room. As we pushed open the door of our room, we were greeted by grungy maroon carpets and 2 dusty queen-sized beds. Being as I was the odd friend out and Darrin was the one that invited me, our roommates, James and Porter, made us sleep together in one bed, making my gay little head spin, while one took a small recliner and the other took the full-sized bed. Being as it was almost 3:30 in the morning at this point, the other guys set their bags down and immediately started rummaging through their bags for what I assumed would be their pajamas. Now, I grew up with only one other sibling, a younger sister, so I was never really exposed to other guys and had only ever seen guys change in the locker rooms at school or in the tent at scouts, and even then, nobody was ever fully nude, they were just in their underwear or covered themselves with something when they changed. I also had never been exposed to the idea of sleeping in anything other than full length pajamas or sweats, so when all the other boys stripped into just their boxers and tighty whiteys without putting anything else on, I felt stupid standing there in my pjs. "Do you really sleep in those things?" Darrin asked "of course I do!" I exclaimed, "you guys aren't gonna wear sweats or something?" All three of them looked at me like I was crazy. "I get way to hot if I sleep in anything" James said "Same here" Darrin said. "I normally sleep naked, and if I didn't have to share with you I probably would too." "oh, I see" I said, heat rising to my cheeks as an image of Darrin sleeping naked next to me in bed filled my thoughts. "I normally sleep naked all the time." Ben said, "but I sleep in my boxers if I'm sharing a room with someone. You should try it Eli, you might like it." "okay, I guess I'll try it" I said, head spinning as I thought of my friends naked bodies, "you guys should get to bed, we have to get up soon. Ill be in bed in a sec, I gotta pee." I closed the door to the bathroom, immediately collapsing onto the toilet, head in my hands trying to get around the idea of sleeping next to the guy I'd been crushing on for years, nothing but the thin cloth of our boxers separating our bodies. As I brought my head out of my hands, I could see them shaking with the nervous excitement that accompanies a risky idea. I splashed some cold water on my face, composing myself as I slid my pants off and pulled my shirt over my head, leaving just my boxers on. I was thankful the other guys had already turned off the lights as my dick had started to harden. In the cover of darkness, I slid my nearly naked body into the bed next to Darrin's softly breathing form. Ben quickly began snoring as he slept in the armchair, and the sounds of deep breathing filled the room as the other boys drifted off to sleep. I, on the other hand, was wide awake, even after being awake for almost 24 hours at this point. My erection grew as I lay there, listening to Darrin's soft breathing and imagining what he might look like naked. Eventually, my hormones got the better of me, and I decided to see what I could discover about Darrin's body. Reaching over to the nightstand, I grabbed my old flip phone and ducked my head under the covers. I drew closer to Darrin's body, trying to make as little noise as possible, flinching every time the old bed creaked. I flipped open my phone, its dim glow casting a soft blueish light on Darrin's chest and stomach. A small splotch of hair grew between his pecs and under his belly button, flowing into his boxers. I reached my hand out, lightly placing it above the slight bulge in his underwear, feeling his dick through his boxers. I began to stroke his dick through his shorts, my dick throbbing with excitement as I watched the bulge grow in my hand. My movements began to grow more and more vigorous as Darrin's dick grew to almost 6 inches in my hand. As Darrin's dick grew to its full size, he shifted in his sleep, causing me to flinch away and freeze, scared that he'd awake to find my horny ass touching his junk. However to my relief, Darrin stayed asleep, rolling over so that his back was to me. After my initial wave of relief, I began to panic. "shit shit shit" I thought, "that was way too close, if he had caught me there's no telling what would happen." I came out from under the blankets, trying to put Darrin's dick out of my mind, but my mind always wandered back to it. Looking over at the clock, a green 4:30 staring back at me. Darrin again entered my mind and I knew that no matter how hard I tried I wouldn't be able to sleep until I got what my hormone infused brain wanted. I rolled back over and ducked my head under the covers, only to be presented with Darrin's muscled back. "crap, now how am I gonna get it"