Date: Tue, 30 Jun 2015 11:59:47 -0400 From: joey starr Subject: My Awakening Part 2 (TG Teen) Thanks for all the emails of support, suggestions, and questions after the first installment of the story. As I told those of you who wrote to me... I was hesitant to even publish my story, because I thought "who will care to read this?" I'm really glad I took a chance, and I'm so happy that you all enjoyed. Here's the 2nd installment... I hope you love it. And if you DO love it... please donate to The Nifty Archive! As before... if stories like this are illegal where you are, stop reading this and immediately book a one way ticket to somewhere less oppressive. ******************************************************** Remember, this is a work of fiction. (wink wink!) ******************************************************** A few days after the incident discussed in Part 1, we were hit with a heat wave. What started out as a very hot 4th of July turned into a boiling hot rest of July. It was simply too hot to move. Thankfully, our house had a pool. My days were mostly spent swimming, and lying around in front of a fan, reading. My friend Cory spent a lot of time over at my house. Where I was an only child, he had older brothers and sisters always hanging around, and his parents were insanely strict. Meanwhile, I was a latchkey kid. And since turning 13 in April, I no longer needed to have a babysitter. My mother worked insane hours and traveled frequently for her job. But she kept the fridge stocked with popsicles, and often left us money for a pizza when she was going to be gone overnight. Once in a while she'd call and check on me, but as time went on and I proved that I wasn't going to burn the house down, the calls got less and less frequent. One particularly hot Friday, Cory got permission from his parents to spend the night. He spent almost every Friday and Saturday night, starting in about 5th grade. I think with all his brothers and sisters, his parents, strict or not, were actually glad to have one less kid to worry about. We had gotten a ride to the mall across town earlier that day and had sneaked into the theater (it was a lot easier to do back then...) to see 'American Pie' and keep cool in the A/C. On the long, sweltering walk back to my house from the mall, we cut through the woods to get back to my house before dark so we could swim. Anyone who has seen 'American Pie', or any of its sequels knows, the movie is definitely not for kids. So our 13 year old hormones were RAGING during (and after) the movie and during the sweaty walk back to my house from the mall through the heatwave, all we could talk about was how funny and "hot" the movie was. When we finally emerged from the woods that my house backed up to, we were soaked in sweat, and tempted to jump right into the pool- clothes and all. But instead, we ran in the house first so I could check the answering machine (we had those back then) and so we could quickly change into our swimsuits. As we changed in my bedroom, it really struck me how very different my body was from Cory's. He was only 6 months older than me, but was already on his way to becoming a man. He had hair on his legs and in his armpits (I had none) and his stomach and chest had actual muscle definition. I was about 7 inches shorter than him, and my body was just unremarkable, at least to me. I was pretty "toned" from playing soccer and from non-stop swimming, but nowhere near Cory's physique. We ran out to the pool and jumped in, and of course, we began playing around as two 13 year olds are likely to do, dunking each other and splashing each other in the mercifully cool water. Cory kept his hair always in a buzz cut, but mine was on the longish side for a boy. I loved coming up out of the water and WHIPPING my head around to shoot water off my hair at him. He liked dunking me under the water or knocking me over. As the night set, and the sky got darker and darker, our only illumination came from the lights inside the house. The pool was completely in shadow. There were lights in the pool of course, but we kept them turned off to keep the bugs away. From one end of the pool, you couldn't clearly see the person at the other end. Just a shape. The night stayed hot, and getting out of the pool just wasn't an option. But eventually, I had to pee. I got out, dried off a bit, and ran across the concrete patio into the house to pee really fast. When I got back, Cory was sitting on the side of the pool with his feet in the water making a funny face. "What's up with the face?" "I have to piss so bad, but I don't want to get out of the water because it's so hot out." "Well you're NOT pissing in the pool" We laughed, and I jumped back in the water and splashed him a little. Eventually his bladder won out, and he got all the way out of the pool, dried off, and started towards the house. Then at the last second, he veered off the patio into the yard, disappearing into the darkness. "Cory?!?" "I'll be right back!" I waited in the dark pool for several moments by myself, then heard the sound of Cory's approach. When he got to where the lawn turned into cement patio, the noise of his footfalls got a little louder. Then he jumped back in the pool. "What the hell? Why didn't you just go in the house?" "I didn't feel like it. Sometimes I just want to piss outside." Cory was something of a rebel, where I was definitely not. Maybe it was the whole only child thing that made me behave, or maybe it was because his parents were so strict that made him not behave. Maybe it's because he was the youngest? Either way, pissing outside was something I would never do. And he had just done it. In my yard! "Um, yeah you're sick. Besides, what if someone saw you?" "Nobody saw. It's dark. They'd have to be right in front of me to see anything. And anyway I pissed into the woods- who would be in the woods now?" "I guess." The whole concept of pissing outside just seemed "naughty" to me, and was, therefore, outside my realm of understanding. Plus...the woods was a place for "bad kids" to hang out at night. Everyone knew that. Cory's words broke me from my contemplation. "I could have streaked naked through the yard and nobody would have seen me. That's the great thing about darkness." "I guess that's true." "Do you dare me to?" "What?" "Do you dare me to streak naked through the yard?" "You are a FREAK." Before another word could be spoken, Cory was out of the pool. In the darkness, I saw his silhouette make a motion like he was pulling his swimsuit down, then off... then he ran off into the yard once again. He was gone about forty five seconds, but it was a long forty five seconds. The whole time I kept waiting for an adult to show up and reprimand us. But that didn't happen. Then I heard the sound of running and his steps got closer, and then he jumped into the pool. He went under the water, and then surfaced about six feet from me. "HAAAAA! That was awesome!" "Did you really do it?" "Yeah I did! I didn't even put it back on yet." "Where is it?" "Where's what?" "Your swimsuit, jerk!" "It's in my hand." "So you're naked right now?" "Nope, I'm skinny dipping." "Um. I'm pretty sure that's considered naked..." "It's your turn, Joey." "What do you mean?" "I mean it's your turn! Go! You dared me to do it, now it's your turn. I dare you." Technically I hadn't dared, him. But when I brought up this fact my argument fell on deaf ears. Cory was my best friend, but he didn't like when I acted like a baby (and I definitely had a tendency to do that pretty often). So when he reminded me that I was acting like a baby, I knew I'd have to do it. Refusing a dare just isn't something you do when you're thirteen. I got out of the pool and took a few steps away, then looked back towards the water. I couldn't clearly see Cory, so I knew he couldn't clearly see me. Just to be safe, I took a few more steps away from the pool. I looked back again, and he was even more obscured. I figured it was now or never. So I scooted my swimsuit down my thighs until it fell down around my ankles, and then I stepped out of it. I quickly scooped it up and used it to cover myself (I figured Cory couldn't see) and ran off into the back yard. I ran as fast as I could past the flower beds and birdhouse, stopped a few yards away from the woods, and then ran back. When I was still a good distance away from the pool, I stopped, and put my swimsuit back on. I was sweating like a lunatic in the heat. I jumped back in the pool and swam over towards Cory. "That was fast. Did you actually do it?" "Well yeah." "Did you already put your swimsuit back on?" "Yes." "Joey, come on...you are such a baby. OK, let's do it again." Cory tossed his wet trunks (which he had never put back on) on the side of the pool with a SLAP and jumped out. I was close enough to him, and there was just enough light that I actually saw his naked body, just for a split second, before he ran off. All at once, this was turning into the naughtiest and most erotic thing I had ever done. I should mention at this point that I hadn't even discovered masturbation yet, but I had spent most of 7th grade using the jets of the massaging shower head in my bathroom to stimulate myself to dry orgasms during my morning showers. After months of this, during one of my sessions, I ejaculated for the first time. I thought I had hurt myself, or "broken" something. I was an only child of a single mother and, where Cory went to public school and took Sex Ed in Health Class, I went to parochial school. So I was beyond naive when it came to sex and the human body. As you can imagine, this was a thrill beyond any explanation. Cory took his time coming back. I don't know what he was doing...but this time it was a good 2-3 minutes before he reappeared at the opposite end of the pool from me, and jumped in. He swam over to where I was, and resurfaced. I was very aware that, once again, he hadn't put his suit back on. "OK, your turn!" I went to get out of the pool, but he grabbed me by my shoulder and stopped me. "Nuh uh. This time the suit stays here with me. Like I left mine here with you." My heart was pounding as, under the water, I removed my swimsuit. In one quick motion I was up the ladder and out of the pool in a cascade of water- and then I took off across the patio towards the lawn... across the lawn towards the woods... I didn't even get as close as I had the previous time. I was in a panic, but it was a huge rush. Then I ran back towards the pool. As I got closer, I covered myself with my hands and then jumped in. I remember there was grass floating everywhere from all of our antics running through the yard. But I swam back over towards the end of the pool where Cory was. My heart was still pounding, and I just wanted to cover myself back up. "Can I have my swimsuit back now?" "Didn't you already put it back on?" "No." "I don't believe you." He had floated back towards me, and now was about 4 feet away. "Cory, If you don't have it, then I don't even know where it is. I took it off while I was in the pool-- its probably floating around somewhere." "Show me." He swam a little closer to me. "Put your arms up." I obeyed, not really knowing what he was about to do. Then I felt his hands on the sides of my torso, just inches below my armpits. He slid his hands down my sides, down the sides of my chest and stomach, and down my hips, where he paused for a fraction of a moment... and then down my legs. I think I stopped breathing for a minute as I got felt up by my naked best friend. "Yep. You're all the way naked." "Now do you believe me?" "Yeah." We swam around for a little while. His swimsuit was still sitting at the side of the pool. I didn't even know where mine was. After a couple minutes, I started getting used to the sensation of being naked, and I knew I was getting really turned on. I imagine he was, too. We started talking about the movie again. Cory thought 'Nadia' was the hottest girl in the movie. I agreed (but secretly, it was Stifler who had all my attention...). Cory was swimming closer to me now, and every so often he would "accidentally" bump into me. It's the kind of thing that happens in pools, but he seemed to be doing it pretty frequently. I remember that the feeling of his skin on mine was so slippery in the water...as his arm bumped my butt, his legs bumped my legs... and a couple times his naked hip contacted with my side. I liked the feeling of him swimming so close to me, so I didn't say anything. After a while we were tired of swimming, and we were starving. My mother had left money for a pizza, so we decided to get out, and order it. Cory hopped out nonchalantly, dried off a bit, and then wrapped his towel around his waist. I repeated my quick exit from earlier, at the opposite end of the pool from him. I barely dried myself off, because I was more interested in covering myself up. We went in the house covered only in our towels, and Cory ordered the pizza. (He was always the one who did the ordering. Always the same: Large Pizza with extra cheese, pepperoni and mushrooms). It was about 11:30 or so, and the pizza place stopped taking orders at 1:00 a.m., but if you ordered by midnight it was guaranteed in "30 minutes or less". I put the $20 bill my mother had left by the front door, and then said I was going upstairs to get dressed. "Why?" Cory was looking at me like I was out of my mind. "Um. Cuz the pizza is coming?" "So what? We have towels on. And maybe it will be a hot delivery chick." I knew it wouldn't be. It never was. It was always a college boy. I don't think the pizza place even employed girls. But I said nothing. I figured when the pizza got there I'd just let Cory answer the door. Cory, meanwhile, had other plans. "So, I know you don't want to hear this," started Cory, "but with your hair all damp and long you really do look like a girl." "Shut up." I snapped back. "No, seriously. I'm not saying it's a bad thing. Don't be a baby. I'm just saying that's what you look like." "I'm kind of flat to be a girl, dickhead." "Not necessarily. Lots of girls our age don't have boobs yet. Duh." He had me there. I knew the girls at my school. Even in Catholic school, I knew they talked about things like who was wearing a bra, who stuffed, and who didn't need to stuff. It was something the guys talked about too, actually- only in a much different way. "Well, whatever." I just wanted the conversation over. "Here, try something for me... instead of tying your towel around your waist, tie it around your chest." "Cory, why would I do that? I don't have boobs." I knew what he was getting at, but I think I just didn't want to be "too" cooperative with this request. "Right, but even if a girl doesn't have them, she still covers them up. Which is weird if you think about it... but it's what they do. Anyway, just try it. I just wanna see what you look like." I knew what he was talking about. I knew my mother walked around after her shower, or after getting out of the pool with a towel wrapped around her chest, and sometimes another in her hair. And actually, truth be told, I had worn my towel like that before- but only when I was alone. "Fine. But you need to turn around while I do it." Cory turned around obediently, and I started fumbling with the towel. I wrapped it around me girl style, and then tucked it in on the side kind of, so it would stay. My pool towel was lime green (my favorite color) and tied the way I had it, it fell to about my upper thigh. So I was covered, but not really well. "OK, you can look." Cory turned around, looked me up and down, and then whistled. My face was as red as a beet. He just giggled. "Joey, you seriously look just like a girl. Seriously. Like a girl who just got out of the pool, or out of the shower. Go look at yourself in a mirror." "I don't need to see myself in the mirror, Cory. I know what I look like." "Have it your way. Anyway, let's watch some TV." To Be Continued...?