Date: Tue, 17 Jan 2023 22:37:20 +0000 From: creator_1805 Subject: Rainbows and Unicorns: Chapter 1 *WARNING*: This story contains sexual acts performed by underage boys. If it is illegal to view and/or read such material in your country or area please do not read this story. The events that take place are purely fictional and bare no resemblance to real people or real events. Note: This story starts out slow but will gradually get better as I release more chapters. If you have any feedback please feel free to send an email to creator_1805@protonmail.com --------------------------------------------------------- Being a kid is hard, especially when you feel as though you can't truly be yourself. I feel as though I'm being squeezed from all directions. My parents, Jen and Steve, for example, want me to be this big shot football player in the NFL. I'm the quarterback for my team, the Jr. Argos, and we do win most of our games but, while I do love the sport, I don't want to make a career out of it. My dad aspired to be in the NFL but never made it, and I know that he longs for me to live out his dream. Then there is the pressure at school to do well, get good grades, and to fit in. I do all three fairly well: I'm a good student, my grades are average but not excellent, and I consider myself popular and liked by most of my peers. To me school is like running a marathon, except none of the runners have any experience nor do they have any idea how a marathon works. Being, or rather remaining, popular is the hardest part. You must keep anything even remotely embarrassing hidden far away, deep inside of a shoebox hidden behind ten other shoe boxes in the darkest corner of your closet, or you risk the vultures swooping in and exposing you to the whole school. You see, I have a secret that no one knows; not my parents, not my sister, not even my beat friend, Kevin. Some people can be free and show everyone who they really are but, for me that is not the reality, or at least that's how I feel, anyway. The school year has just ended; sixth grade is finally over. Most summers my family travels around the country. We mostly do road trips but sometimes we fly if the place is really far. Last summer we drove to the east coast of Canada and explored around Nova Scotia and Prince Edward Island. This summer, however, my parents have decided to not travel but, instead, explore places closer to our home in Toronto. I don't mind this though because it means that I will be able to spend more time hanging out with my friends. "Hey Carter, hold up a second would ya" I heard from over my shoulder. As I stopped and turned around, I saw Kevin running towards me. "What's the hurry? You rushed out of there after the bell rang. I know it's summer now but, damn," said Kevin breathlessly as he wiped the hair from in front of his eyes. "I'm not in a hurry, I just didn't see you in the hallway or at your locker, so I kept walking," I said as Kevin regained his breath. "I figured you would catch up and look, hear you are". Kevin and I live three houses apart and have been best friends ever since my family moved to this neighborhood in the summer before first grade. The school is not far from where we live so we usually walk together, unless its raining than one of parents will drive us. The neighborhood is well taken care of with tree lined streets and well manicured lawns. Most of the houses are newer builds, having only been built in the last couple of years. Mine and Kevin's houses, however, are not a part of that club. Our houses are older, split-level homes built in the late 1980's. Both have been renovated over the years, of course, but they do look out of sorts in this neighborhood now. Most of the homes are modern or even contemporary in their design and have at least two stories. My house has two newly built homes on either side of it that make it feel tiny in comparison. Kevin's is much the same, except that his house is on a corner and, therefore, feels less closed in. "Do you have any plans for the weekend?" Asks Kevin as we begin our short walk home. "Nothing yet. I was going to see if Brady wanted to go to the park and throw the football around for a while tomorrow. You can come too if you want," I state as I look up at Kevin. Kevin looks disappointed and is looking down at his shoes as we walk. Kevin and I have known Brady for two years now and at first, we were all great friends. We would hangout together, throw the football around on weekends, and occasionally go over to Brady's house to swim. For reasons unknown to me that all stopped about a month ago. Kevin and Brady won't talk to each other, they won't hangout at school, and if I'm talking to Brady, Kevin won't even look at me. I have been trying to figure out what happened between the two of them, but they won't tell me. My attempts to get the two of them to talk again have failed, and I'm running out of ideas. I wish we could all be friends again and hangout like we used to. "You know you and Brady used be so close, all three of us did, but now everything has changed. You won't even look at him. What happened between the two of you?" I ask annoyed. "Nothing. I don't want to talk about it," Kevin replies, still looking down at his shoes. We continue to walk in silence for a while until Kevin notices me looking at the group of kids walking on the opposite sidewalk. "She's so hot, isn't she," suggests Kevin as he bumps me with his shoulder. "Huh, who?" "Sarah. I wish I could see her naked. I want to know what she looks like under all her clothes. Do you think she has hair down there yet?" Asks Kevin. "Down where?" "You know, down there," Kevin points towards his penis indicated that he meant around her girl parts. "I mean probably. Didn't Mr. Clark say that girls start puberty before boys?" As we continue towards our houses, I keep glancing over to the other group of kids. They are a bit ahead of us, so we are looking at their backs, but I know who they are. Obviously, one of them is Sarah and the other girl is Penelope, but they aren't who I am looking at; I'm looking at the boy. His name is Charlie Langdon and I've had a secret crush on him for over a year now. He is the only kid who is `out' in our grade, and I think he is the cutest boy I have ever laid eyes on. He has the most angelic face you can imagine with bright blue eyes, cute little dimples and full lips. His blond hair is always kept nicely combed to the side and his skin looks as smooth as a baby's bottom, with no blemishes whatsoever. He also has the cutest butt I have ever seen. It's perky and always prominent no matter what pants he is wearing. Whenever we are getting changed for gym class I try to steal as many glances as I can without anyone noticing. I think he's caught me a few times staring at his butt, but he just smiles and keeps on changing. Meanwhile my cheeks go bright red out of embarrassment, and I lower my head as I continue to change as well. So, yeah, that's my big secret: I'm Gay! I've known for a while now but have never admitted it to anyone. I started to notice I was `different' back in grade three but have always repressed those feelings because of how my parents have raised me. My dad is what you would consider `a man's man' and holds on to old time views of how boys and men should act. The kind of views that say boys and men don't cry, that men do all the hard work around the house and the women do all the chores, things like that. I don't believe most of what he does but I go along with it as to not upset him. My mom, however, is more understanding and accepting but, like me, I think she is afraid of my dad. They argue quite a bit and some days I wish they would just get a divorce. That way I could at least live in peace and not have to listen to their bickering. However, the thought of coming out to my parents, specifically my dad, terrifies me. I don't even know how I would do it. I'm sure that my mom would be fine with my sexuality, but I know my dad would basically disown me. Charlie makes it look so easy. He's not afraid to be himself; I wish I could be more like him. "I'll see you later then, right?" Kevin asks as we stop outside my house. "Sorry, what did you say?" "I'll see you later," Kevin repeats questioningly. "Oh, yeah, for sure. Text me later and we'll make plans," I reply as Kevin continues down the street towards his house. As I walk into my house, I remove my shoes and throw my backpack down on the bench beside the door. Same as I always do when I get home from school, I walk to the kitchen at the back of the house to grab a snack and a drink. My sister, Michele, is always home before me because she's in high school, and they get out earlier than we do. I could hear noises coming from the kitchen and just as I step foot into the room, I stop dead. My sister and her new boy toy are sitting on top of the island kissing. I'm pretty sure I saw one of his hands up her shirt caressing her boobs. "Yuck, we eat on there you know!" I exclaim as I give them a look of disgust. "So what? Are you gonna run to mommy and daddy and cry about it?" Michele asks sarcastically. I stick my tongue out at her and continue into the kitchen to get my snack as they continue their little make out session. Why is she always so mean to me? Is this how all older sisters are to their younger siblings? Kevin has an older brother, Rick, but he seems really nice. I grab some cookies from the pantry and a glass of apple juice from the fridge and start towards my bedroom. I look back towards the kitchen and see Michele and her boy toy still kissing on top of the island. 'That's so gross,' I think to myself. All the bedrooms are on the same floor down a long hallway. The bathroom that my sister and I share is the first door on the left. A little further down the hallway is my bedroom on the right and my sister's directly across on the left. At the end of the hallway is our parent's bedroom. I open the door to my room and shut it as I enter; I don't want to hear anything that those two perverts are doing out there. My room isn't huge but it's big enough for me. My double bed is against the wall that I share with my parent's ensuite bathroom with the head against the outside wall. I have a small night stand next to my bed and a desk and computer setup just to the right of the window. My dresser is on the right just as you enter and my closet (where I keep all my secrets) is just beside that. Finally, I have a small bookshelf at the foot of my bed next to the door where I keep all my books and some old toys. I set my cookies and apple juice down on my desk and start to undress. Every day when I get home after school, I like to change into a pair of loose-fitting shorts and remove my shirt. It feels nice to be free of so much clothing. Sometimes, if it's just me home, I'll strip down to my underwear and lounge around the house like that until my parents get home. My mom doesn't like it when I only wear my underwear around the house. She says that it's weird and especially since I'm getting older it's becoming inappropriate. I don't think it's weird at all, however, I have noticed lately that I'm prone to getting random boners. I don't even have to be watching porn or thinking about something sexual, I could just be sitting on the couch watching a horror movie and boom, my penis is erect. I don't understand it, but I guess that it's just part of growing up and going through puberty. When I have my shorts on and my shirt off, I walk over to my desk and sit down as I power up my computer. As I wait for my computer to wake up, I can feel my penis start to stiffen as images of Charlie's butt float through my mind. I don't know why but recently I've been really horny when I get home from school. I don't know if that's just part of puberty, or if it's because I can't relive myself at school. All I know is that I HAVE to masturbate when I get home. As my computer comes to life, I adjust myself so that the head of my penis is pointing upwards towards my exposed belly button, making sitting down much more comfortable. I open an internet browser and search for some gay porn. Recently I have found myself watching more and more twink porn on Pornhub. As you have probably guessed, I have a thing for butts, particularly round, plump ones like Charlie's. I think that is why I prefer the twink porn over anything else. Their butts are always smooth and sculpted, like they are made of marble. I wonder if Charlie's butt is like that. Oh, what I wouldn't give to run my hands over the backside of that beautiful boy. With the thought of feeling Charlie's butt dancing through my head, my need to jack off has increased. I can feel my horniness pulsing through my veins on its way to the steel rod that is my penis. I click on the first video I see. It's of two guys, barely 18, as the video states, going at it. As the video starts and the unmistakable sound of the Pornhub intro begins, I rip off my shorts and underwear and toss them on my bed. I am now completely naked, sitting with my four-inch circumcised penis pointing towards the heavens. I pause the video and look around for my headphones. I plug them in and continue the video; I don't want my sister to hear what I am listening to. The video starts off slow, so I fast forward through all the foreplay until I find the two of them in the sixty-nine-position sucking each other off. I grip my penis with my right hand and start to furiously masturbate. It's not a very big penis so my hand doesn't have to travel very far but, then again, I am only twelve years old. I've never seen the penis of another boy my age before, so I don't know how it compares, but right now I don't care about that; all I want to do is jack off and enjoy this video. As I move my hand up and down the length of my penis, I remind myself that it's not a race it's a marathon. I slow my hand, increasing and decreasing the tempo at which I masturbate. I feel like I'm playing a musical instrument, trying to keep on key and play the correct notes. The two twinks start to suck each other faster. I masturbate quicker, trying to keep time with my band mates. I can feel myself getting close to climaxing. My mind shifts from the video to an image of Charlie's underwear clad butt from gym class the other day. I close my eyes and let my head fall backwards. The outside world no longer exists; it's just me, my penis, and the image of Charlie. I'm no longer moving to the same beat as the two twinks on my screen. I let out a soft moan. My mind begins to form a picture of what Charlie's penis looks like. Of course, I have never seen him naked, but I imagine that his penis is not too dissimilar to mine. Just as the image becomes clear, I feel it. The over whelming feeling of both calm and urgency. My body is stiff, my toes furled and my penis spasming. I don't shoot much cum yet, but two or three spurts shoot out onto my stomach. I continue to move my hand up and down slowly milking my penis as I come down from that powerful orgasm. 'Damn, that was good,' I think to myself. I grab the box of tissues off the desk and begin to clean myself up. At some point I had slid down in the chair so that my butt was barely touching it anymore. I slide back up the chair so that I'm sitting upright again, and press pause on the video and remove my headphones. I push the chair backwards and grab my underwear and shorts from my bed. I wonder to myself if the image I formed in my mind of Charlie naked is accurate. I wonder if he is circumcised like I imagined, or if he still has his foreskin. Since we aren't traveling far this summer maybe I can find out. Charlie doesn't live too far away, he's just a few streets down the road. I haven't talked to him in a couple of years, but maybe we could become friends this summer. It would have to be a secret of course; I don't want anyone to know how I feel about him. None of the boys at school hangout with Charlie because they think that he will turn them gay or something. Of course, that's a load of bologna because they hangout with me and I'm gay. I just really want to get to know Charlie on a personal, and sexual, level. Maybe he can teach me how to be more myself. This summer is going to be full of firsts, I'm sure.