Date: Fri, 30 Nov 2018 03:27:26 +0000 From: Elijah Allen Subject: A Choir Boy's Song #2 Disclaimer: 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. Author's note: Hey there, I know nobody reads these, but I put it here anyways. I just want to apologize for any spelling or grammar mistakes, but I don't write these when I'm in the best state of mind so they aren't my best work. I also want to apologize as well for how cheesy my writing is. If this sounds like something a 12-year-old would write because it sounds deep, it's because these are the things I wrote in my journal and as a teen I was very dramatic. Also I wanted to encourage readers to donate to Nifty. They host this amazing website and we don't thank them enough, so just consider it. Now onto the story. I came out from under the blankets, trying to put Darrin out of my mind, but my mind kept wandering back. Looking over at the clock, a green 4:30 glowed mockingly back at me. Darrin again entered my thoughts and I imagined that maybe, just maybe if he was like me, there might be a chance we could have a future together. I thought about coming out to him, telling him how I felt, but quickly discarded the idea in favor of thoughts of his sleeping body. Eventually I realized 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 to it?" it thought. As quickly and quietly as I could, I extracted myself from the old bed and snuck around to the other side. However, as I rounded the corner in the darkness, my foot hit something on the floor. I gasped in pain as I tripped falling onto the floor between the beds. I bit my tongue hard enough to draw blood as I tried to stifle a scream of pain. As the pain subsided, I double checked that no one had woken up because of my own stupidity, before looking over to see what I had tripped on. As I peered into the darkness, I could just make out the shape of James' luggage laying on the floor and I silently cursed him for almost wrecking my plans. Now realizing just how precarious my situation was, I crawled forward on hands and knees, probing the ground for any other hinderances to my plan, but none presented themselves. Finally on the other side of the bed, I sat up on my knees ready to proceed with my plan. Slowly, I wormed my hands under the covers, into the warm pocket Darrin's body had created under the blankets. I lifted the blankets enough that, with the help of my phone screen, I could see Darrin's stomach and waist. After my earlier failure, I decided I needed to change my tactics. Reaching out, I lifted the waistband of Darrin's boxers, and using my other hand, reached in to grab my prize. Darrin's dick jumped as my hand brushed against the head, making my dick jump in response. My heart pounding, I closed my fingers around his dick and began to stroke. The problem was that I was reaching into the top of his boxers, and the angle of my arms made it difficult to keep the position for more than a couple seconds without my arms beginning to tire. Remembering that all underwear has that weird slit at the front so you can take a piss, I slowly opened it from the outside with my right hand, and with my left threaded Darrin's dick through it. Setting the covers back down, so as not to let a chill wake him up or make him move, I began to stroke him again, until his dick grew to a hard 6-inch rod in my hand. Opening my phone again, I lifted the covers and let my phone illuminate my prize. There stood his dick, hard as a rock and more beautiful that I could have imagined. A long, skinny, cut, rod, with a fat pink head, different from my own uncircumcised dick. Before I could stop to think what I was doing, I leaned my head in and licked the head. It didn't really taste like anything, so I kept going. I began sucking on the head, rocking back and forth, taking his dick deeper into my throat with each movement, until I started to choke. I kept sucking, my hormones pushing any sort of rational thought out of my head. All I could think of was how much I wanted this kid, and how I would do anything to have him. After what I assume was a couple minutes, his dick began to twitch and I knew what I had worked so hard for was coming. I braced myself, wanting to see what he would taste like, when suddenly he rolled over hard, and began to wake up. Panicking, I threw myself onto the floor, hoping to hell that somehow, he wouldn't notice my huddled form on the floor. I lay there for what felt like hours, heart pounding in my ears, but nothing happened. Eventually, my heart stopped racing enough that I could hear. I lay there until all the breathing in the room was steady and even, and then began crawling around the bed. I had lain there for so long that my legs had cramped, and so I crawled back into the bathroom so that I could stretch. As I stood on there on the cold tiled floor of that sleezy motel, I knew that as much as I wanted Darrin, there was no way I was ready to tell him how I felt, even if he was like me. So, I left the bathroom, and climbed back into bed, hoping to get at least an hour of sleep before my alarm went off to wake us for the rehearsal.