Date: Wed, 01 Mar 2023 16:18:42 +0000 From: creator_1805 Subject: Rainbows and Unicorns: Chapter 2 *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 --------------------------------------------------------- Summer is the best time of year. You have so much freedom, so much time to just be a kid. The best part though, is being able to stay up late at night. During the school year my parents make me go to bed at nine o'clock every day, even the weekend. I think it's way too early, but my mom says that my brain needs to get sufficient rest in order to function properly. I don't know what she means by that; my brain functions perfectly well no matter how much sleep I get. What she doesn't know, however, is that I usually stay up for at least an hour longer. Masturbating after school typically holds me over for a couple of hours but, come bedtime my penis aches to be touched. My jack off session after school is short and rushed due to the fact that I haven't touched myself in eight hours thus, I prolong my orgasm at night. I am so exhausted after I cum that once the mess is cleaned up and the tissue disposed of, I am out cold shortly after my head hits the pillow. Anyways, my bedtime during the summer is usually ten-thirty but, now that I am almost a teenager, my parents have increased it to eleven o'clock. The later bedtime may not seem like a big deal, but it is. It means that I can stay out later with my friends. I don't feel like a kid anymore, even though I know that I still am. In a way, I feel grown up. I have more freedom, more opportunity to get up to no good. Isn't that what being a kid is about? Discovering new things, getting into trouble, pushing the boundaries of your freedom. It's only been one week since school let out and I have already begun to push the boundaries of that freedom. By that I mean the freedom to live my life without fear of my secret being revealed. "Hey, do you want to stop at the convenience store on the way back?" Asks Brady as we ride our bikes home from the park. "Yeah, I'm down for that. I could use a cold drink." Brady and I have spent most of our day at the park throwing the football around and exploring in the little creek that runs beside it. I've been down there many times before but every time I go down there it's like I'm seeing it for the first time. The water level changes throughout the year so the landscape is forever changing. The water erodes the banks and reveals new rock and new paths to explore. Brady, especially, loves this. He is a very `outdoorsy' type of person. If he isn't camping with his family, he's either fishing with his brothers and dad or he is away at some camp somewhere up north. The first week of summer is the only time that we get to hangout and goof off before he goes off on his adventures. After we get our drinks from the convenience store, a red Gatorade for me and a Pepsi for Brady, we continue our ride home. Brady lives a bit further than I do from the park so when we reach the place where we split up, we stop our bikes to say goodbye. "Are you still coming over tomorrow?" Asks Brady. "Of course, dude. It's the last time I'll get to see you `till school starts again," I reply stopping my bike beside his. "Sweet! I can't wait. My brother got some new magazines with pictures of naked girls in them. He thinks he's good at hiding them, but I found them pretty easily. There's this one girl with the biggest set of boobs I have ever seen!" Brady's eyebrows are raised to add emphasis and his hands are attempting to demonstrate the size of her breasts. "How many girl's boobs have you seen, Brady? And I mean in real life, not just your mom's," Brady's family is very laid back when it comes to nudity amongst one another, or so he says. I've never seen any of his family naked, although I guess it would be kind of weird if I had. "Screw you, I may not have seen any in real life, but I bet I've seen more naked photos of girls than you," he says as he plants his hands on his hips and puffs his chest out trying to act tough. He isn't wrong, he has definitely seen more pictures of naked girls than me. I, however, have probably seen more pictures of naked guys than he has, but of course, I can't say this to him. "Don't forget your bathing suit when you come over; we can go for a late-night swim and hot tub," Brady says as he gets ready to ride towards his house. "How could I forget; I would never pass-up a late-night swim." Before Brady rides off, he sticks his fist out and I bump it with mine. We say bye and Brady is off towards his house and I start towards mine. It's only about a five-minute ride to my house from where we were but, today, this journey will prove to take much longer. As I ride past where the boy of my dream's lives, Charlie, I can hear noises coming from the backyard. Normally, I wouldn't pay attention to something like this but there was one voice in particular that caught my attention. Charlie's voice rose above all the others; it was the voice of an angel. They were singing happy birthday to someone; I heard the name Brittney, but I don't know who she is. I decided to take a risk and peek through the fence to see if I could see him. It isn't the first time that I've tried to peek through his fence. I got a good look at him two days ago while he was swimming with his younger sister. I know it's creepy and weird, but my young brain doesn't know how to prosses these feelings. I'm so infatuated with this perfect specimen of a boy that I will do whatever it takes to satisfy my need to see his naked body, or at least as much of his body as possible. I pedal my bike over to the corner of his lawn and dump it on the boulevard. I slowly creep up to the fence, keeping my body hunched over like I'm a spy. I have to be careful sneaking through the garden towards the fence; I don't want to damage any of the flowers or small bushes. The street isn't busy and there aren't many people out walking but, nonetheless, I know that if I stay too long, I'll be caught. As I reach the wooden fence I peek through the slates towards the backyard. The first slates I yield no success; all I can see is the side of the house and a tiny sliver of grass. I move to the right to try to get a better view. I can see more of the backyard including the pool and the people that are in it. I can see some adults and some kids swimming and having fun, but I don't see Charlie. I move further to the right in an attempt to find him but, again, no luck. Where did he go, I think to myself. Just as I am about to stand up to leave, I hear a small crack behind me. I turn around to find myself crouched before a bare-chested boy, clad only in a mid-thigh length, bright-green bathing suit. "You know, this isn't first time I've seen your red bike outside my house this week," States Charlie with his arms crossed in front of him. "Umm...I...I'm...I just," I stutter, caught off guard and embarrassed that he's seen me peeking through his fence like some kind of deranged creeper. "It's okay, I don't mind," he says laughing and unfolding his arms. Charlie reaches his hand out to help me up. His hand is so smooth, his skin so soft. "I'm sorry for being creepy, I should go. I'm so embarrassed right now. Please forget that you ever saw me here," I lower my head and avert my eyes as I walk towards my bike. My cheeks feel like they are burning. "Hey, wait," he says as he grabs my shoulder. "You don't have to leave; you could come join the party. It's my little sister's birthday," Charlie says as he grabs my shoulder. "You aren't mad at me for looking through your fence?" I ask, not believing that the boy I so deeply desire just invited me into his house and is also touching me. "I'm not mad. I mean it is a little creepy for sure, but I also think it's kind of cute," Charlie smiles as he says this. His bright-blue eyes sparking in the evening sunlight. I stand there, momentarily unable to speak. My young mind is having trouble processing this moment. Charlie just said that he thinks my creeping around and spying is cute. I have a strange feeling in my stomach that's hard to explain. It's more than just butterflies, I know what those feel like, I get them before every football match; this is something different, something more powerful. "Are you okay?" asks Charlie, knocking me out of my reverie. "Sorry, yeah, I'm fine. I don't have a bathing suit with me so I can't go swimming," I state, disappointed. "That's okay, you can borrow one of mine," I am both excited and nervous. On the one hand, I am about to enter Charlie's house and put on a piece of clothing that his penis has touched. But on the other hand, I don't want to do something like get an erection or say something stupid that would embarrass me even more. As we enter his house, the first thing I notice is how it smells. I have noticed recently that every house has a different smell. Brady's house smells like oranges, Kevin's smells of lavender, and Charlie's house smells like spring when the flowers are blooming. Not wanting to dirty his house I take my shoes off and place them on the shoe rack next to the door. "Follow me to my room, you can choose a bathing suit to wear." Charlie says as he starts down the hallway. I follow behind him, looking at all the family photos hung on the walls. I recognize his parents (I've seen them picking him up from school), the girl must be his sister, but there is another boy with them. He looks to be much older than Charlie, ten years at least. I'll have to ask him who this mysterious boy is later. "This is my room," Charlie states as he opens the door and steps inside. As I enter Charlie's bedroom, I'm surprised to see a normal looking boy's room. His room is painted in a teal colour, with posters pinned to almost every wall. With the exception of one, all the posters depict shirtless male models; some are just in their underwear too. I'm astonished that his parents allow him to have these posters; they must know that he probably masturbates to them. I'm not sure what I expected his room to look like, but it wasn't this. My eyes darted from poster to poster, ogling the scantily clad men adorning the walls. "Do you like what you see?" Charlie asks as he hands me a bathing suit. "Um...I...I just," I studder as I try to think of an excuse for staring at the posters. "It's okay, you don't have to hide with me. Clearly, I'm gay and, correct me if I'm wrong, but I'm pretty sure you are too," I take the bathing suit that Charlie pulled out of his dresser, not acknowledging what he just said. As I hold the bathing suit in front of my face, I look questioningly towards him. He shrugs and says that they are all he has. Charlie has handed me what looks like boxer briefs; I'm not even sure that it's an actual bathing suit. It's all black with two white draw strings hanging in the front. "Well, are you just gonna stare at them, or are you gonna put them on so that we can get back to the party?" Asks Charlie. "Where's the bathroom?" I ask. "Just put them on here. I'll turn around if it makes you feel better," "Do you mind? I'm kind of shy," We both turn around, our backs now facing each other. If he does decide to sneak a peek while I'm changing, he will only see my butt. I lower my shorts and underwear at the same time and quickly pull the tight bathing suit up to my waist. The bathing suit hugs my hips like the old underwear I used to wear when I was younger; the kind with the superhero designs on them. As I look down, I'm slightly mortified. My penis, while hidden behind some thin material, is on display for everyone to see. I know that my penis isn't very big, but this bathing suit is so tight that it makes it look even smaller. "Are you sure you don't have another bathing suit," I ask hoping that Charlie will say he has a more normal one. "Sorry, that's the only one I have left," he says as he turns around. He lets out a half-laugh as he sees just how tight the bathing suit really is on my small frame. "I think you look really cute in that. Now let's get back to the party so that we can swim in the pool." "Do you think people will laugh at me when I walk out wearing this?" I ask, afraid to leave the safety and seclusion of his room. "Not at all. My family is used to seeing me wear that bathing suit. To tell you the truth, that is my favourite one; I love how it feels on my body," he says this as he opens the door and motions for me to follow. As we make our way to the backyard, Charlie stops at a closet and pulls out a towel for me to use. I can hear the faint laughter of people and the low hum of music coming from outside. The fun-filled yells of children and the cacophony of adult voices only add to my increasing anxiety. I can't believe that I am about to walk out and meet a bunch of people for the first time wearing the tightest bathing suit ever. "Mom, Dad, this is Carter. He's in my class at school," Charlie puts his arm around my shoulders as he introduces me to his parents. "It's very nice to meet you," they say as they turn to look at us. "It's nice to meet you too," I say as I feel everyone's eyes scan my body. "I saw him riding his bike outside and offered for him to join the party. He didn't have a bathing suit, so I let him borrow one of mine," Charlie says, leaving out the part about me creeping through their garden and spying on them through the fence. After the introductions and pleasantries are done, I place my towel on one of the deck chairs and follow Charlie to the pool. His little sister and her friends are playing a game of Marko Polo and offer for us to join. We spent the rest of the afternoon playing in the pool and running around the backyard. The more time I spent having fun and playing with the other kids, the less time I spent worrying about what I was wearing. No one seemed to care about the clearly defined bulge in the front of my bathing suit. Well, everyone but Charlie that is. I caught him multiple times staring at the front on my bathing suit. I even felt his hands more than once grope my backside; just little touches but I could tell they were deliberate. "It's time to get out everyone, it's almost supper time," I heard Charlie's mom shout from the patio. "Can you stay for dinner?" Charlie asks as we climb out of the pool. "I don't think so, my parents are expecting me back soon," I say disappointed that I have to leave. "Maybe another time then." Charlie and I grab our towels and dry ourselves just enough that we won't get the house wet when we go inside. As we walk back towards Charlie's bedroom, I can tell that he is disappointed too that I can't stay longer. I'll have to make it up to him sometime. As we enter his room, Charlie shuts the door and locks it. As he turns towards me our eyes meet, and we stare at each other for what feels like an eternity. Out of nowhere he leans in and gently kisses me on the lips. It is just a little peck but, nonetheless, my eyes go wide and a shocked look spreads across my face. "I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me," Charlie lowers his head. "No, no, it's okay; I liked it," I say, as I feel my cheeks go red and my penis start to engorge. "Do you, I don't know, want to do it some more?" He asks, unsure of the situation. This time I lean towards Charlie and plant my lips against his. I've never kissed anyone like this before, but I've watched enough porn to have an idea of how this stuff works. Our lips remained glued together, not moving for a couple of seconds before I pull away. "Wow! I've never kissed another boy before," I exclaim as I grin ear-to-ear. "Never have I. I don't really know how to kiss someone but that felt okay, right?" Charlie responds, unsure of himself. "That felt better than okay. That felt amazing. Look we both have erections," I state as I point to both of our tented bathing suits. When we lock lips again, we wrap our arms around each other. I can feel his erection pressing against my own. I have never felt like this before. My brain doesn't quite know how to process these feelings. His lips are so soft, his skin so smooth, his erection so hard. All I can think about is taking his bathing suit off and exposing his delicious piece of meat. I break away from his lips, still holding onto him and ask if I can take his bathing suit off. He must be out of breath because he didn't say anything, he just nods his head and takes a step backwards. I knelt down on my knees in front of him and placed both of my hands on his hips, grabbing the sides of his bathing suit. I can feel my heart beating quickly, and the butterflies have started to dance in my stomach. I'm unsure if I should just rip them off like a Band-Aid or take my time with it. I decide to do it slowly and savour the moment. As I start to pull Charlie's bathing suit off, I see his penis twitch in anticipation of being released to my prying eyes. I notice that Charlie has not yet developed any pubic hairs which make me even hornier than I already am. As I pull the bathing suit down further, his penis starts to show itself. I decide that I cannot wait any longer and in one quick motion his bathing suit is around his ankles. "WOW!" I say as I stare wide-eyed at Charlie's exposed penis. It's pointing up at about a 45-degree angle and is roughly the same size as mine, four inches. However, Charlie still has his foreskin, and I can just about see the head poking through. "It's not very big," Charlie says with worry in his voice like I would make fun of him or something. "It looks perfect to me. Mine is about the same size," I say reassuringly. I ask Charlie if I can touch it and he nods his head again. I reach my right hand out and grip his penis with my thump and index finger. I'm not sure how to describe the feeling of Charlie's penis in my fingers. It's soft and delicate, yet hard and rigid. It feels kind of like mine, but also different. I begin to move my fingers back and forth, slowly masturbating Charlie. I look up and our eyes meet once again. His mouth is open, and I can tell that he is enjoying the feelings I am giving him. I continue to run my fingers up and down his shaft for a few minutes before he stops me. I let go of his penis and stand up, our faces inches from one another. Charlie leans in and places his lips against mine, giving me a quick kiss before he too drops to his knees. I can feel his hands on my hips gripping the sides of the thin bathing suit. He asks if I'm ready before slowly lowers my bathing suit. If I thought that I was excited before, it is nothing compared to what I'm feeling now. I feel as if I want to jump out of my skin. I've waited for this moment for so long, and it's finally here. My heart begins to beat faster the further down the bathing suit goes. I can see the few pubic hairs I have start to emerge along with the base of my penis. Finally, my penis is freed from its confines. It springs backwards and slaps against my pubis as Charlie slips the suit down to my ankles. I can see the lust in his eyes as he stares at my erection. "You're circumcised. I've never seen a circumcised penis before," he states as he reaches out and grabs my penis. "So, you've seen other penises before, then?" I ask playfully judging him. "Well, not in real life." Charlie has now wrapped his whole hand, or at least what he can, around my shaft and is slowly moving it up and down my shaft. No one but myself has ever touched my erect penis, and what I am feeling right now is nothing like I've experienced before. The sensation of someone else's hand on your penis is incredible; nothing compares to it. As Charlie begins to move his hand faster up and down my shaft, the feelings intensify. My eyes are closed, my head thrown back in ecstasy, I feel myself getting closer to orgasm. Then all of a sudden Charlie stops but continues to hold my penis. "Hey, why did you stop? I was getting close," I exclaim. "That's why I stopped. I don't want you to cum yet. I want us to cum together," Charlie says as he stands up. "You grab my penis, and we will jack each other off at the same time." I reach out and take hold of his penis, this time using more of my hand. Charlie leans towards me and plants his lips on mine. Some thing is different this time though. This time I can feel his lips moving on mine. It feels like he is trying to eat my lips with his. It feels odd but I begin to do the same to his. "Is how they do it in porn," I wonder to myself. As we continue to kiss and masturbate each other, I reach my left arm around Charlie's body and grab his butt. It feels so good in my hand. Just like his penis, it is soft yet firm at the same time. I can feel myself getting closer to one hell of an orgasm. The feel of his soft lips against mine, his firm grip on my penis as his hand moves up and down the shaft, the feel of his juicy butt in my hand, and his body pressed against mine sends me over the edge. I throw my head back as I feel my legs go weak. My penis is twitching like it has never twitched before. I feel as if the flood gates inside my erection have opened and everything that is inside of me is now flowing out. It takes a few moments for me to come down from the most powerful orgasm of my life. As I regain my composure, I realise that Charlie is also recovering from what appears to be a pretty powerful orgasm. Our eyes lock and we just stare at each other. No words have to be exchanged to know what the other is feeling. His eyes show pure bliss and excitement. I notice that his stomach is wet and has little white spots on it. I place my hand on my stomach and feel that it is wet also. "I think I got some cum on you," Charlie says smiling. "I think I got some on you too," we both laugh as Charlie grabs a box of tissues off his nightstand. We clean ourselves up and I change back into my normal clothing. Neither of us talked during this time. I wonder if it's always this awkward after people do sexual things with each other. As I am about to leave Charlie stops me and gives me his phone number. He tells me to text him when I get home so that he knows I made it safely. As I open the front door of his house, he gives me one last quick kiss on the lips. This has turned out to be one of the most thrilling, nerve wracking, and exciting days of my entire life. I spend the remainder of my bike ride home replaying the events that just enfolded. My penis is stiff as a board as I do so, making the ride very uncomfortable. I hope that Charlie enjoyed it as much as I did. This has been the best start to the summer vacation that I have ever had. I cannot wait to see what is store for the rest of it.