Discovering A Mute Boy
Chapter 16
The Past Catches Up
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EXCERPT FROM SOCIAL STUDIES VERSUS BIOLOGY
Just then we heard a voice in the hallway calling out Joey’s name. It was a woman’s voice, and I instinctively knew it had to be Joey’s mom who was heading towards the living room as if to see if he was there.
“Oh fuck,” Joey hissed in apprehensive surprise while I nearly jumped out of my skin with both of us scrambling to get covered up before she made her way back to his room.
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THE PAST CATCHES UP
There was a stillness all around me with the only detectable sound coming from the steady even breathing of Marty as I slowly stirred awake. I kept my eyes closed refusing to wake up fully simply enjoying the nice toasty coziness. It was a familiar setting anymore with me waking up to the warmth of the smaller boy snuggled close by in my bed. This particular morning I was lying on my back and I could feel the softness of Marty’s skin all along the top and left side of my body. He had shifted in his sleep sometime during the night cuddling up to me. I could feel the weight of his limbs sprawled over me. The boy’s arm was draped over my chest with his thigh lying across my waist. It was bent at the knee with his lower limb snuggled up against my right hip angling downwards along the side of my butt cheek and thigh.
My left arm was snuggled up under Marty’s neck helping provide support to his head which was settled on my chest. It felt comfortable and cozy having the older boy burrowed up so close to me. Sometimes I forgot he was older because in many ways his body and mannerisms hadn’t caught up to his age. It was like he was only eleven or twelve years old instead of almost fourteen.
His boyish scent wafted up into my nose and I inhaled deeply knowing I’d never get tired of breathing in his unique bouquet. I began to realize we all had our own special scent. In many ways both Joey and Marty smelled the same, a sort of restrained kind of earthy musky and tangy odor, yet just beneath the surface they each had their own indisputable fragrance that set them apart from one another.
Despite the realities of the harsh life he had led already in his young years there was an innocence and softness about Marty; especially, when he slept. It surprised me just how deeply he slept, almost as if he was trying to make up for all those sleepless nights over the years. With him nuzzled up so closely to me I could feel the smoothness of his skin brushing up against mine with every intake of his breath. Most of his weight was pressing up along the left side of my body and I could feel his boy bits pressed up against my hip. At the moment he was completely soft down there and it felt kind of stimulating with my own little fatty chubbing up slightly but remaining mostly soft.
My left arm was tucked up under Marty’s neck and along his back and without even realizing it my hands began to gently stroke his shoulder wandering slowly down along his spine and lower back. His skin felt warm and smooth, but I knew just a little lower along his butt cheeks and the back of his thighs were the thin striations of scars from where he had been repeatedly beaten over the years. Even those were all healed now, but the marring would always remain.
He no longer needed the ointment and we had stopped applying it a few days ago at the end of the weekend. Thinking of the weekend made me smile because it had been a fun one, despite the near call at Joey’s on Friday night. Recalling the sex between the two of us once more made my penis twitch threatening me with a morning wood, but the memory of almost getting caught by his mom immediately made it go limp. It had been a close call to say the least and very frustrating because he was just about to do some very nice things for me, but when we heard his mom’s voice out in the hallway it had scarred the crap out of us sending the two of us scrambling to get dressed.
For me it was simple enough because all I had to do was pull up my underwear and shorts. Joey on the other hand was forced to jump off his bed, the boy bumping around against me as he scrambled for his discarded shorts trying desperately to shove his feet through the leg openings. If the situation hadn’t been so freaky scary it would have been hilarious watching him hopping on one leg while trying to shove his foot into his shorts. Even his soft penis was flopping around despite its smallness while his testicles were squashed between his thighs. I suppose I probably looked hilarious too while trying to shove my still rigid erection and loose ball sack inside my underwear so I could zip up.
Thank goodness his mom had gone out into the living room first before coming back to us. Somehow Joey managed to get himself put together and hop back on to his bed picking up his notes while I now took a seat in the chair and opened up my book that was lying on his desk. Now it was me who was in dire straits because my erection refused to go away despite the frightening situation. It pressed obscenely against my shorts creating an obvious bulge that left no doubt I had sprung a stiffie. I had quickly adjusted it and could only stoop over the desk in order to conceal my shame.
Without even bothering to knock his mom had stepped into the room and crinkled her nose. I suppose the sweaty adolescent scent was fairly overpowering at the moment in light of the fact it was probably mixed with the inevitable sex fragrance boys produced when in heat. After making a subtle comment on how stuffy the room was Joey’s mom seemed to ignore it and smiled pleasantly while her son made the proper introductions. She was a really nice lady and offered to make us some snacks and bring us something to drink because we both looked a little flushed in the warm room.
My testicles were throbbing and the ache of blue balls inserted its notice on me for having stopped something my body so desperately needed for me to complete. It ached more than I’ve ever experienced in the past, but I was stuck and couldn’t do anything about it. My only option was to suffer through it and even Joey looked a bit concerned asking me if I was alright after his mom had left us alone. All I could do was tell him I had the worst case of blue balls which sent him into a tittering fit of giggles while I scowled at him. If I hadn’t been hurting so much I suppose it would have been funny, and in the end I did manage to snigger about it a little too because Joey was just so damn cute the way he was giggling. It was as if he lit up the entire room.
After a few moments he managed to get his composure back and shake his head. Sighing, he softly announced it was my own fault. When I started to protest he quickly interjected saying that’s twice now where we had almost been caught and that we can’t take those kinds of chances anymore. Of course I knew he was right, but it wasn’t as if we could get together much in private. Still, we both agreed to be more careful in the future and not do anything unless we were completely alone and somewhere safe.
Thank goodness it wasn’t long afterwards when I received the text message that Pops was on his way over to pick me up now that the movie him and Marty had gone to see was over. After saying my goodbye’s to Joey’s mom letting her know I had a pleasant time and it was nice to finally meet her, I made my exit and met up with Pop’s downstairs. Joey had walked me out and continued to giggle while we were in the elevator on the way down. We both got a couple of curious looks from the man and woman inside the elevator with us, but Joey simply couldn’t stop his little giggles making me roll my eyes.
Pop’s was already waiting for me in the parking lot and I could tell Joey was kind of sad that our time together was over for now. Of course we would see each other still in school, but I was trying to figure out how we could get together so we were alone and could spend some real quality time with each other. We both stood there awkwardly for a few moments with Joey finally speaking up and letting me know he really appreciated me coming over and that he had a great time. He was very sincere and I could see in his eyes he really wanted to reach over and give me a big hug and kiss which I desperately wanted as well, but with so many other people coming and going it would be too awkward. So instead, we did the typical knuckle bump and said our goodbye’s for now.
Of course I knew I’d be picking him up for the party over at Billy’s and I couldn’t wait, but Joey didn’t have a clue yet. With this happy thought in mind I crawled into the back seat with Marty and waved goodbye to Joey as Pop’s put the car into gear and we drove away. Marty was animated all the way home signing enthusiastically telling me all about his experience at the movie theater. His passion managed to take my mind off of my aching balls for a bit, but as soon as we got home and at the first opportunity I made my escape heading into the bathroom to take care of business.
It hadn’t taken much for me to make a mess of the toilet with my slimy boy syrup spraying haphazardly along the back of the seat and along the rim. It was a strange feeling this time around because my orgasm kind of hurt, but in a sort of good way. It felt wonderful, but also painful at the same time, with my testicles churning and forcing their way upwards to ball up tightly trying to expel the excess substance which had built up to overflowing inside of me. Even after the deed was done my balls continued to ache for several hours and didn’t go away until after both Marty and I had fallen asleep later that evening.
Of course when the long haired boy had slithered into my room and slipped under the covers next to me he had asked how it went with Joey. I tried to be casual about it, but the boy was becoming very astute and pressed me for more information. Even though I tried to muddle through his probing questions the boy suddenly caught me by surprise when he simply asked if I liked Joey, and it was obvious he didn’t mean just in a friend kind of way. Marty was becoming quite an observant kind of kid, and it was something I would need to look out for I suppose. It didn’t really bother me, but still some things were meant to be private. So in the end I had simply shrugged my shoulders and admitted I’m not sure how I felt about some things and left it at that with the other boy taking a hard look at me and then dropping it as we both fell deep into our own thoughts before succumbing to sleep.
The following day we picked up Joey on the way to Billy’s party. He accused me and his sister of conspiring behind his back, but was excited and happy about it which made me smile. All of us had a good time at the party, but in some ways it was a bit frustrating as well. To have Joey so close and being able to hang around with him, but also not being able to do anything was a bit trying. Of course Sienna was there as well and had tried to monopolize most of my time, but I also had to keep an eye on Marty. She didn’t seem upset about it and actually appeared to be sympathetic. I suppose my little conversation last week with her about the incident when she had made those remarks had her thinking things over.
Still, having her so clingy also added to my sexual frustrations. At times we’d find some moments together where we’d do a bit of cuddling and even get in a bit of passionate kissing, but every time I tried to advance things a bit further she always stopped me. For a teenager there was nothing more frustrating than getting all worked up only to be forced to cool their jets. Every once in a while I’d see Joey glancing at us, but to my surprise it didn’t even seem like there was any jealousy or anything about his furtive looks. If anything it was almost as if he was smirking sheepishly in a teasing kind of way. I was glad Joey wasn’t offended by my interaction with Sienna considering how hot and heavy things had gotten between the two of us in the locker room and last night in his room.
I suppose to Joey he figured it was part of the whole puberty process; however, it confused me a little about the way I was behaving. It was like one minute boys were turning me on and then the next moment girls. Of course I knew guys experimented with sex and all, but in the back of my mind there was a nagging feeling that somehow this thing with other boys was possibly a little more than simply being curious.
Joey wasn’t the only one watching me because I caught Marty studying me closely while I interacted a bit intimately with Sienna. It made me wonder for the first time what he thought about Sienna. He never really asked me about her, and as I thought on it I realized her name never came up in our conversations. At the party though I finally understood from the way he watched us he probably didn’t think much of her. Maybe that is why he never really mentioned her much because he didn’t want to somehow hurt my feelings. Knowing him now the way I did I began to figure out he was masking his feelings about my girlfriend. Over the years he had gotten very good at it, but for some odd reason we were so well connected I was able to see through those walls he had gotten used to erecting all around him as a defensive mechanism.
Marty twitched in his sleep bringing me out of my ruminations. Leaning my head slightly downwards my nose brushed up along the soft strands of the smaller boy’s long hair that was sprawled along my chest and upper arm. Inhaling deeply I savored his sweet earthy like scent making my skin prickle all over. It amazed me how I never got tired of the way it felt to have him snuggled up so closely to me. The familiar pressure on my bladder made me sigh and debate for a second or two whether or not I wanted to get up and take a piss, or if I should stay nestled up all nice and cozy warm under the covers with Marty wrapped in my arms. It would still be a couple of hours before we had to climb out of bed and get ready for school today.
It was Thursday, one day closer to me going over to Joey’s place again so we could work on our Social Studies project. I was hoping maybe we’d be able to work some more on our biology experiment as well. He did mention that his mom would have to leave a little earlier for work on Friday and that Jewels also had a commitment and wouldn’t be home for about an hour after his mom left for work. It was unusual for him to be left alone, but this time it couldn’t be helped. If we could time things right with how Pops picked me up we might have some alone time together.
Ever since we had nearly been caught in the locker room and then at his house Joey had been very careful about my little lustful gropes. It didn’t help matters any when Monday had rolled around that Billy suddenly moved lockers finding one next to ours. I didn’t really mind and knew he had moved because it wasn’t so crowded here, but it did nix any of my impromptu little grab ass sessions with Joey. It was totally frustrating because just when I was getting some real action for the first time in my life it was like I had then been totally cut off. That really messes with a teen’s mind and emotions. I was horny all the time now that I’ve gotten a bit of a taste with what sex was about, and now everything was out of reach for me.
Exhaling softly, I scooted out from beneath Marty’s weight without waking him up and crawled out of bed. Padding my way softly into the bathroom I relieved myself pausing for a moment to contemplate if I wanted to do a bit more than simply take a pee. Oddly enough I wasn’t in the mood thinking maybe I was still a bit sluggish this early in the morning. I shook my soft meaty pickle a few times, washed my hands drying them off on the towel next to the sink, and headed back inside my warm cozy room. Stepping inside and closing the door behind me I paused for a moment and smiled.
The long haired boy had shifted in his sleep rolling over on to his back wrapping the blanket around his lower legs. He had a habit of being a bit of a blanket hog, and it wasn’t unusual for me to wake up with the blanket pulled off of me. Currently, the smaller boy’s body was completely exposed his sleek form and pinkish toned skin looking very appealing in the grayness of early overcast morning light spilling in through the window.
The news forecast called for cooler weather later on in the afternoon with the possibility of rain. The weather was strange this year with it having warmed up with higher temperatures than normal. During this time of year towards the end of April and into early May it typically was only in the mid-forties Fahrenheit, but after we got back from Easter break it had crept up to around the sixty degrees Fahrenheit. Now, it looked as if we’d be cooling down to something more typical during this time of year. I suppose PopPop sort of suspected this and it is why he hadn’t adjusted the thermostat in the house yet. It was a strange year, but I always enjoyed it when the weather began to warm up.
Careful so as not to wake up the sleeping boy, I eased myself back into bed and started to reach for the blanket but then paused for a moment. It’s strange how I’ve now seen Marty naked on numerous occasions, but I’ve never really had taken a close look at him. Of course I’ve seen him up close, yet I’ve never truly studied him. Rolling over on to my side I propped my head on my left hand resting my elbow on the mattress for support and looked over towards the smaller boy’s features. He definitely was small for his age with a very petite kind of body. It wasn’t the frail kind of body I had noticed when we first found him, but rather one which over the weeks had taken on a healthier kind of glow. There was a sleek trimness about him now, but in a sort of wiry strong kind of way. Despite his size he’d be a good athlete of one sort or another I decided nodding my head thinking maybe it is something I should talk to him about. I was sure he’d enjoy getting involved in some sort of sport; it was just a matter of finding what he’d excel at doing.
My eyes settled on his cute round face. It had filled out now also taking on that much healthier glow adding to those youthful boyish looks of his. For the first time I began to realize there was also a hint of adolescent ruggedness just beneath the surface, almost as if he was starting to transition from the more awkward kind of clumsy stage of boyhood into a more confident youthful teen. It actually was exciting to see it for the first time because it hinted at his rapid transition into adolescence. In a way it was as if his body had been holding off on maturing for such a long time now with everything suddenly catching up to him and about ready to unleash itself. I even noticed how he appeared to be a tad taller just by the way his pants seemed to fit him along the ankles. With his body filling out some more I could begin to see the more mature teenager he was destined to become.
My gaze wandered casually down over his chest which also appeared firmer and broader than I recalled from a few weeks ago and taking note how his flat stomach wasn’t so gaunt anymore. He was still too young to have any abs per se, but I could tell he was beginning to form firmer muscles. I suppose now that he had more freedom he was getting a healthier workout just in the average every day kinds of things. His body was becoming more toned and it pleased me what I saw in the way he was developing.
I continued my scrutiny and allowed my eyes to meander even further with them now focusing on the most intimate facet of his maturation. I scooted my body downwards so I could get a closer look my eyes widening in surprise.
Swallowing I whispered to myself hoarsely, “Why you sneaky little bugger.” I sniggered shaking my head.
He seemed to have changed almost overnight. Currently his flaccid penis was flopped over sideways angling in a slightly upwards direction and away from me. For some reason it looked as if it had gotten slightly longer and was a tad thicker than I recalled. Not a whole lot, maybe a quarter of an inch longer, but like the rest of him, things were changing down there. Even his normally tight scrotum had loosened up no longer looking so tightly balled up against his body with the brown like wrinkling of the skin actually looking soft and supple. Like his penis it looked slightly bigger with his testicles having a bit more room to roll around in as they seemed to hang down lower rather than up top closer to his body. I suppose them sagging also stretched out his little knapsack.
My eyes shifted back to his flaccid penis which had a pale brownish pink kind of tone coloration. Like with Joey he was circumcised, a big portion of his penis being accounted for by his almost sleek like bullet shaped knob. I could see the darker brown coloration of his wrinkled circumcision scar because of the way his soft penis was flopped over with the top side plastered against his pubic mound.
Leaning in for a closer look I began to detect that faint boy scent from between his legs. It had a similar fragrance like Joey, but a bit stronger and earthier. There were subtle undertones of a sexual odor laced finely between the headier musky scents belonging to Marty perhaps hinting at the smaller boy having masturbated before going to bed last night. It made me smile because he indeed was acting more and more like a pubescent teenager and somehow this was a comforting feeling; to know that the kid truly was simply a boy doing normal things a guy his age would do.
His scent drew me closer and I couldn’t resist the allure. Ever so cautiously I buried my nose in his crotch the warmth of his fleshy boy sac nuzzling along my cheek. It was a sort of pleasant feeling as I inhaled deeply with my eyes fluttering closed and the scent of Marty’s essence imprinting itself into my senses. It was heavier than Joey’s fragrance, but just as intoxicating. I inhaled once more getting a bit drunk as I drank it all in. It was amazing how a scent could be so powerful and overwhelming.
My head began to spin and I was tempted to swivel my neck so I could slurp up his pliable boy sac into my mouth rolling around Marty’s truffles with my tongue. I felt the urge to slurp up his soft rubbery peg like a vacuum and waking it up, but I resisted knowing that even now what I was doing could be going a bit over the edge with what was proper. It was one thing to appreciate the way he looked while he slept, but doing it while he was naked not to mention what I was currently doing bordered on perversion. Doing anything while he was awake and a willing party was legitimate, but to do anything while he slept would be taking things too far.
Inhaling another deep breath I felt my skin tingling all up and down my spine as the alluring bouquet hit my senses making me shiver uncontrollably. It took me a few seconds to regain my wits and slowly pull back away from the essence of his boyhood. I was beginning to realize just how turned on I could become just by the way another boy smelled. Girls always had that the sweet flowery or fruity fragrance, but guys tended to have a more natural earthy kind of smell about them which seemed to intoxicate me.
After pausing for a few moments allowing my head to stop spinning I slowly opened up my eyes. Right there in front of me was everything that was meant to be glorious. He was beautiful. The front part of his body no longer had any of the slight bruising like when we first found him. In its place was the smooth sleek healthy looking skin on a very petite kind of body. From the front you’d never know of his abuse, and despite the injuries along the back of his thighs and butt I still thought he was a very attractive looking kid. The scars no longer bothered me and I didn’t pay them much attention anymore, simply looking beyond them to who he was inside and as a person.
My gaze settled on his soft penis again simply fascinated by the form and shape of it. As boys we all had the same thing down there, but it still amazed me the incalculable ways a boy’s phallus differed from one another. At first glance they all looked kind of smooth, but now I began to notice the tiny little like imperfections on Marty’s penis. I suppose they really couldn’t be considered flaws, but rather things that added character and made his uniquely different from all the other boys. We all had our slight imperfections or differences which made our organs distinctly unique. It’s what intrigued and seemed to capture my curiosity.
He had those little wrinkles just beneath the ridge of his glans all along his circumcision scar along with a pronounced vein that created a line along the length of his shaft on one side. There were also numerous blue like striations all along his spire that created a network like configuration along the cylindrical shaped tubing. Even his scrotum sack had the same kinds of blue colored mesh like glazing just beneath the surface of the skin. I’ve noticed those kinds of veining on a lot of younger boys along their legs, stomach, and arms. I suppose it had to do with us still having our youthful unblemished skin.
He even had some of those fine spidery web blue striations just beneath the surface of his creamy white pubic mound which also had those sparse like thin blonde filaments barely visible to the naked eye. I leaned in closer to take a look at his little peach fuzz, but suddenly detected something a bit different. It took a moment to sink in with my lips spreading apart into a sheepish little grin. Right there at the base of his shaft were a few strands of light brown hairs that were much thicker than the small filaments of his Vellus hair. He was indeed changing right under my nose.
“Why you little bugger,” I sniggered shaking my head. “You’ve got pubes finally growing in.” I beamed for some odd reason totally proud for Marty that he was finally beginning to enter a new phase of his growth and maturation.
It was almost like a right of passage for all of us, and a proud moment. I don’t know how many nights I had searched for those elusive strands of pubes on myself. It was like overnight I had become obsessed with when they’d finally grow in. I’m sure this would be another exciting moment for the long haired boy; that is unless he already knew about them. I used to look for them on me, but I wasn’t sure if Marty even gave it a thought to be looking for them.
Suddenly Marty flinched in his sleep and I saw his penis shudder and pulse up and down slowly a couple of times like the fluttering beat of his heart. Even his testicles had jolted upwards momentarily as if stirring awake. His soft worm settled back into place, but it continued to flicker in barely noticeable up and down bobbing motions, almost as if it were breathing in little gasps. Glancing up I wondered if he was stirring awake, but his face had a serene look about it. Then I noticed some movement just beneath his eyelids and I knew he was dreaming. I held my breath for a moment wondering if it would develop into a nightmare or something nice. I’ve noticed that ever since he snuggled up with me at night he never seemed to have any nightmares, and even my own dreams had turned to much more pleasant ones leaving behind those horrible visions of my past.
By the look on his face it seemed as if they were amiable enough. Sighing, I began to scoot back up so I could get some more sleep when I glanced back down noticing how his penis was slowly throbbing up and down almost like it was in harmony with the beating of his heart. It was kind of funny to watch and then I noticed it was starting to get bigger. It bobbed, pulsed, and weaved in a seductive like dance as it slowly began to fatten up and stretch out. In its softened state it had sort of flopped over to the side, but as it thickened up and elongated his spire slowly straightened out into a horizontal position hovering just above his pale pubic mound. The tip end of his bullet pointed straight as an arrow towards his belly button, between the two pectoral muscles of his chest, and smack dab towards the middle part of his slightly dimpled chin.
His erection most definitely appeared bigger than the last time when he was hard and I had tried to gauge its size. I figured it was now about a good half an inch longer than the last time and a tad plumper as it continued to hover over his pale slate. Even his nut sac was slightly plumper and not so tightly balled up with the hint of a slight limpness making me speculate it would soon begin to sag even more as he matured.
The smaller boy’s body jolted again in his sleep and his penis also jerked lifting up further from his pubic mound and throbbing with little pulses while his two cherry sized truffles bunched upwards slightly before once more settling down. It was obvious he was having one hell of a dream as I continued to watch while his now three and a half inch rigid and torrid penis continued to bob and weave in its seductively salacious dance.
I was totally mesmerized by his erection and fleshy ball sack. The skin on his penis had stretched tighter and the more pronounced wrinkles on his circumcision scar had smoothed out. Now that his penis had lengthened the size of his glans compared to his shank no longer appeared lopsided. In his current state, the boy’s shaft was slightly longer than his bullet shaped knob adding a bit more balance to the way it looked. His bell end had also taken on a more plum like hue from the blood engorging his phallus. Even though the skin on his dowel looked taut due to it stretching out when his penis had swelled there were still those little imperfections of bumps and lumps which if anything were more pronounced; especially, that thick vein along the one side. It made me wonder what it would feel like if I ran my taste muscle along its length allowing the sensitive receptors along my tongue to take in every little nuance of the other boy’s puckered and rutted bejeweled royal scepter.
The way his penis continued to nod and fidget around was totally fascinating not to mention every once in a while it would jerk in a little spastic fit. Even his testicles would contract slightly making me wonder what he was dreaming to make his tuber and purse react so intensely at times. I was keenly engrossed in watching Marty’s body react to whatever fantasies he was having that I literally jumped when his body suddenly rippled before it tightened up while his penis pulsed with his sleek knob flaring outwards and his shaft bloating in front of my eyes.
Then without warning I watched in awe as his two cherry sized nuggets bunched upwards and several small almost translucent globules spat out from the tip end of his bell slit. It was a couple of powerful pulses which sent the small droplets of his undeveloped boy batter snaking through the air to splatter haphazardly just past his pubic mound and about an inch below his belly button. His spike pulsed several more times, the second set of spasms sending a few more beaded droplets an inch or two below the first patterned splashes. After that his convulsive spike began to produce nothing but dry cums, but some of the translucent honey had oozed over the tip of his nozzle during the first initial volleys coating it in a shimmering wetness. It all happened quickly, within a second or two, and I knew the long haired boy was in the grips of an orgasm as his wet dream ran its course. It was the most intense wicked thing I’ve ever seen because no one ever gets to witness a sexy hot adolescent boy having a wet dream.
Moments before all of this took place Marty was sleeping comfortably as he slipped into another one of his fantastic dreams. He wasn’t consciously aware of it, but somewhere deep down in his subconscious thoughts he realized that it was leading to the same dream he’s been having for several evenings now. It always involved Latham as their naked bodies rubbed up sensuously against one another with things spiraling into a full sexual like encounter. The feelings deep down inside of him and even along the length of his penis felt so real. It was as if he could actually feel his friends much bigger hard thingy rubbing up against his own and it felt wonderful. The sensation deep down in his danglies began to bubble up to the surface and suddenly without warning he felt the familiar burning sensation he had been experiencing lately when he jacked off. It rippled from somewhere deep down and screamed through the length of his shaft until his tuber began to contract wildly. Marty knew it was only a dream, but the feeling was so intense that right in the middle of the dream his mind suddenly snapped into consciousness and he found himself waking up in the immediate aftermath of an intense orgasm.
My eyes were still riveted on Marty’s quivering penis noticing how a small beaded globule of his translucent boy goop clung to the nub end of his shimmering little helmet right between his pee slit. There was also a glistening thread of the syrupy and iridescent tacky like substance that was connected to the single bead extending downwards like a fine strand of hair as the gravity tugged at it threatening to make a connection to his bare pubic mound. Every time his erection pulsated the thin like filament would flutter around amazing me how it refused to break off. A few rapid pulses later his penis stopped twitching and settled heavily downwards closer to his pale pubic mound the thin strand finally connecting to it tackily.
I was so focused on the scrumptious looking honeyed boy nectar that I nearly jumped out of my skin when the long haired boy suddenly bolted awake. Up until this point everything was in slow motion, but I began to realize it actually happened really fast with Marty’s orgasm probably lasting only a couple of seconds before he woke up from what must have been something new for the teen. Immediately after jolting awake the smaller boy’s hands clamped down over his tenders cupping them protectively while at the same time rolling over on to his side facing me and curling up. His green eyes were flared open in panic and total bewilderment trying to shake away the haze and fuzziness accompanying someone who just was awakened suddenly from a deep fulfilling slumbering state. It left him momentarily in a state of surprise, shock, and confusion, which was etched all over his cute face along with a wild like look of disorientation.
Marty flinched when I reached over to comfort him, but immediately recognized me settling down, but with a look of shame and a bit of anxiety etched over his features because he began to realize something must have happened while he was asleep. His eyes glanced downwards towards the cupped hands over his privates realizing he was wet, and from the look on his face I could tell he thought he had pissed himself.
“Shhh-shhhhh,” I whispered comfortingly towards Marty trying to reassure him. “It’s alright you didn’t wet the bed Marty. You just had one of those wet dreams I told you about. Remember…I explained how sometimes during puberty boys will dream and suddenly discharge their semen. It’s alright Marty and nothing to be afraid about since we simply can’t help it sometimes.” I spoke to him softly with the smaller boy’s gazing into my eyes. “Damn Puberty.” I chuckled despite myself seeing his face light up and smiling broadly while nodding his head in agreement before scooting into a sitting position his hands still cupping himself protectively.
His legs were spread slightly outwards bent at the knees giving him a better view as he slowly uncapped his hands, noting some of his fingers were kind of slicked up with his boy slime. “Way cool,” he signed with slicked up fingers looking over towards me and cracking the biggest smile making me suddenly burst out in a fit of laughter. “Hey, what’s so funny?” He asked still grinning while cocking his head sideways looking at me curiously.
It took me a minute to gather my composure. “Nothing, it’s just a bit funny you signing with your fingers slimed in your boy goop not to mention most of us guys would be embarrassed by having a wet dream.” I continued to chuckle shaking my head.
“Why? Isn’t this normal?” He asked me not upset by my comment but rather curious and also smiling by the whole slimy finger comment as he gazed at them for a second.
“Of course it is…it’s just,” I furled my eyes realizing in Marty’s way of thinking this was good because it was something else that happened to ‘normal’ kids. “Look, there really isn’t anything to be embarrassed about since it happens to boys our age and we can’t control something like that while we are asleep. It’s just for some reason it is kind of embarrassing for many of us even though we know it is natural and can’t really be controlled. I suppose for us it is just all part of being so private about these types of things, but I know how it is a little different for you. I know how much you want to be…um…normal like the rest of us, but Marty you have to understand, you ‘are’ normal. Just because you are different in some ways doesn’t mean you aren’t like any other teenager when it is all said and done. We are all different Marty, but it doesn’t mean we aren’t normal…understand?” I tried to explain with the other boy rolling his shoulders and nodding his head while also giving me a warm smile of appreciation for my support.
“Did I really have a wet dream?” He asked signing to me still ignoring his slicked up fingers making me giggle despite our serious kind of conversation.
“You tell me?” I countered smiling mischievously. “What did it feel like in your sleep?” I asked noticing him grin and blush making me smile even bigger because it was just too cute in how he was now becoming a little shy about the incident as he shrugged his shoulders and hesitated. “Well, don’t get all shy on me know…spill already.” I urged before I chuckled at my use of the word ‘spill’ while he also grinned catching on to the little slip of tongue making me realize he was really picking up on the whole sexual nuance types of things us boys typically teased on another about.
He stared at me for a moment and shrugged again. “I don’t know…I guess it felt really good, like when I…,” he paused looking at me sheepishly before continuing. “You know like when I rub my thingy when it is all hard.” He finished signing and paused scrunching his nose in thought. “It was strange because in my sleep it actually felt like an…,” he paused as if trying to think of the proper sign before starting to spell it out.
After only a couple of letters I knew exactly the word he was looking for and nodded. “Yeah…orgasm,” I finished for him as he smiled nodding his head.
“Yes, that,” he signed. “It felt really nice and I guess that is when I woke up because it must have happened in real life. No wonder we have wet dreams because everything felt so real.” He grinned broadly while I smiled nodding my head, but only taking his word for it since I’ve never had a wet dream before.
It made me wonder for a minute why some boys had them and others didn’t. I suppose I began jacking off a lot younger than Marty and the whole puberty thing sort of happened in a more even kind of manner. With the other boy it was as if everything had been put on hold and caged up for the longest time and now was suddenly released all at once.
“So what were you dreaming about?” I teased him lightly, but still a bit curious about it.
Marty blushed and looked away with a kind of quirky grin on his features refusing to answer while I gave him a little shove. “Ha, I knew it,” I giggled seeing him look at me questioningly. “I bet it was all about me.” I teased seeing him blush but remain quiet looking a bit uncomfortable about it. “It’s alright you don’t have to say anything. It’s kind of private anyway.” I assured him dropping the matter and shifting gears. “I see your pecker and balls have gotten bigger.” I noted grinning while the boy rolled his eyes.
“You’ve been sneaking peeks again.” He teased lightheartedly thinking I was only teasing him, but then realized I was serious. “Really, you think so?” He asked glancing down between his legs while I chuckled.
“Yeah, it sure seems that way. Does it bother you when I look at you?” I asked kind of curious now since he was beginning to understand how these sorts of things are private.
The other boy looked at me for a moment before shrugging his shoulders. “Not really. I kind of like it…you know…um…knowing you like how I look. I like how you look too. Does it bother you when I look at you?” He asked a little worried about it now.
“No…I kind of like it too, but we can’t let other people know that Marty. You do know that right?” I asked with the boy nodding and smiling.
“I know.” He grinned understanding how things were about such things.
“Hey,” I grinned conspiratorially. “Did you know you have pubes now?” I asked him with Marty’s face lighting up.
“Really?” He signed bending over for a closer look and running his fingers over his blank pubic mound that was still slightly slicked up with his boy snot.
It was just too adorably cute watching the way he ran his fingers over his blank slate searching curiously for those allusive boy pubes. It took him a few seconds, but he finally located them giving the light brown filaments a slight tug just to confirm they were real.
“Whoa, this is…way cool.” He smiled looking at me for a second before suddenly leaning over to give me a big warm hug.
My elbow was still on the mattress with my head propped up on my hand and my body still lying on my side, so when Marty leaned his weight into me I slowly rolled on my back bringing him with me. The long haired boy wrapped his arm around me settling his head on my chest and draping his leg over my hip while I wrapped my arm around his small frame. His leg was bent at the knee and I could feel the weight of his calf pressing up against my erection and snuggling alongside of my sagging lambskin purse while his own flaccid penis and ball sack pressed lightly into my hip.
The warmth of his body pressed into mine felt wonderful. I inhaled Marty’s scent deeply, detecting his faint sex scent, and combined with the feeling of his own damp boy bits pressing into me and his leg rubbing up against my erection, it made me quiver. I could feel my sexual urges stirring deep down inside of me; threatening to push my own body over the edge into a climactic explosion.
“S…shit Marty stop before you make me spew.” I chuckled running my hand down his silky smooth back before resting them over his butt cheeks.
My fingers continued to run lightly over his rounded mounds detecting the faint traces of his scars. They were pretty much all healed up and I knew they no longer hurt the other boy, but it made me wonder if it would upset him how I was tenderly running my hands over them. It was strange, but touching them didn’t bother me in the least, with them simply being a part of the boy and who he was as a person. They were a reminder of his past and the brutality he had to endure so disgusting for what they represented, but not revolting in my mind for being able to touch him in a sort of affectionate way since it was simply a part of his body.
The long haired boy had stopped rubbing his leg against my boyhood and seemed to shudder. “Is this alright?” I asked him feeling the boy shifting and craning his back before placing his forearm on my chest supporting a part of his weight.
Marty looked into my eyes and nodded his head indicating it was alright. “No, it feels nice because it is you, but do my scars bother you?” He asked searching my eyes intently while I thought on how to respond.
“I hate what they represent Marty and what you had to endure, but no, it doesn’t bother me. It’s kind of hard to explain. I mean, yeah sure it bothers me, but not in the way I feel about you.” I tried to explain with Marty grinning at me and nodding his head.
“I’m glad.” He signed settling back down and snuggling up allowing me to continue caressing him softly.
We stayed snuggled up together, the feel of his warm body against mine somehow feeling comfy. I could feel his soft tuber chubbing up slightly, but now that it had expelled most of its pent up energy and burgeoning seed it remained content for the most part staying more limp than hard. Within moments we were both snoozing since we still had a couple of hours before we needed to get ready for school as the contentment of the moment caught up and lolled us to sleep.
A short while later I woke up reluctantly untangling myself from the warmth of Marty’s soft body. I shuddered slightly in the coolness of the early morning hours noticing how it had become overcast outside. It would be cooler today and the forecast called for rain later in the day. Shrugging my shoulders it was more typical of the weather we had around here during this time of year. We were sort of lucky since it had warmed up for a while, now it was back to normal as usual with cooler weather, at least for a few more weeks before things probably began to warm up in time for summer vacation.
It didn’t take long for me to get cleaned up before waking the long haired boy so he could do the same. A short while later we finished up with breakfast before making our way to school. It was another typical day and it seemed to go by rather quickly. I couldn’t wait for the classes that didn’t include Joey to finish up and disappointed when our time in the classes where we were together came to an end and we had to go to our separate ways. In my opinion the most exciting moment of our school days was always phys-ed class because that is where I got to see him naked, and by his furtive glances towards me I suppose it was the same for him.
Now that Billy had a locker right next to us it sort of put a damper on things, but I could tell in some ways Joey was kind of happy about it. Ever since our two close calls he’s been very careful about us getting caught in an uncompromising position. It wasn’t as if we could try to find some secluded spot and start to smooch and get all cuddly with one another. It was one thing for a boy and girl to find a secluded spot to do that sort of thing together since it was sort of expected and there wouldn’t be any real ramifications, other than some general teasing by friends, if we were caught. However, if two guys did something like that together it could spell disaster for them if they got caught so it simply wasn’t done.
Finishing up with my shower after gym class I quickly dried off and started slipping into my clothes when Joey made his way along the narrow aisle stopping next to me. The white towel was wrapped around his waist and his body glistened wetly making me lick my lips nervously. I watched as he reached inside his locker to retrieve some of his clothes and I simply couldn’t take it anymore so I slipped my hand beneath the towel from behind like I had the previous week and got myself a good feel of his limp damp noodle and pliable suede boy bag.
Once again Marty jumped in surprise banging into the locker just as I felt his little worm inflate in my fingers. It was short lived though because he immediately shoved my hand away as he looked at me a bit admonishingly shaking his head, but with an impish grin on his features.
“Damn, for real Latham,” He hissed before giggling.
“What…Billy’s gone today for a dental appointment and I can’t help myself. Do you know how hard it is to have you so close, but unable to do anything.” I sighed keeping my voice low so it wouldn’t carry to any prying ears.
“Yes I know just how “hard” it is,” he emphasized nodding his head towards the obvious tenting in my pants and giggled as he continued, “because mine is hard all the time too when I’m around you, but we both agreed.” He sighed shaking his head as he dropped the towel and started to get dressed while I simply stared at his nakedness a bit disappointed when he tucked his erection away.
The younger boy paused and looked over towards me. “Besides, you are coming over tomorrow so we can put our report together.” He reminded me.
We both had done our research over the week and I had put my part of things together and emailed it over to Joey seeing what he thought about it while he did the same with his. We both had looked over each other’s work making some minor adjustments and now all we had to do was put it all together in a way that made the report work smoothly.
“Yeah…I know,” I exhaled softly knowing he was right and we needed to be careful.
“Besides, remember I told you that my mom has to leave early tomorrow for work and Jewels won’t be home right away when she leaves. Well have some time to…well…I’m sure we will have time for a bit of fun.” He giggled pausing a moment to look around as he stepped towards the end of the aisle taking a quick look before heading back towards me and leaning over planting a gentle kiss on my lips.
They felt soft and warm pressed against mine and I savored the taste and feel of Joey. Our kiss lingered for a moment longer before we both suddenly jerked back in surprise when we heard a booming voice in the locker room. It was one of those random inspections where our teacher made a quick run through making sure everyone was taking a shower.
“Alright boys be sure to take home your shorts and shirts to get washed.” We heard the bellowing voice as he made his way through the locker room accompanied by another male staff member.
Joey and I were pretty much dressed so when coach poked his head around the corner giving us a cursory look before moving on it was no big deal. They always made an announcement when walking into the locker room giving us all time to cover up; although, it really didn’t bother me much if the adults caught me naked in the shower or getting changed. I never knew what the big deal was because if you went to the gym or to the local pool people of all ages were getting changed all the time. If anything I thought the teachers tended to be more nervous about it, which is understandable since many parents these days were so paranoid and could drop an accusation just like that creating all sorts of problems.
The school made sure to inform all the parents as to the protocols and parents had to sign a consent form. If they refused to sign then their kids would get a failing grade and any of them wanting to participate in any school team sports weren’t allowed. Those who didn’t do sports weren’t allowed to participate in other school activities. Of course there were always exceptions like for medical reasons and whatnot.
After a short break it was off for some Field and Track training. About an hour and a half after that Marty and I were once more making our way home. As always he was animated telling me all about his day and the progress he’s been making. All the while his eyes seemed to drink in everything around him. Even though it was a cooler day, it didn’t seem to dampen his spirits and I got a big kick out of it simply enjoying his company. We were walking along with him chatting away and us coming to an intersection when I nearly tripped into a small car making that was making a right turn because the shoe laces on my Nike’s came loose. After the initial shock of nearly getting run over wore off Marty grinned signing that I was such a klutz and it amazed him how I could even run in track and field.
Of course that started a bit of a friendly tousling match with me finally wrapping the smaller boy up and lifting him off the ground while squeezing the air out of his lungs. To my surprise it had actually been a lot tougher than I thought since he had become much stronger over the last several weeks. I was giggling so hard that I almost tripped with the other boy simply signing and saying I just made his point and that I should put him down before I killed both of us. It was too hilarious as I began laughing my ass off, and unable to hold him anymore because of giggling so hard, I set him back down.
After getting the giggles out of my system I sighed shaking my head at the boy and smiled wondering just how lucky I was to have such good friends which absolutely included him. Setting my book bag on the sidewalk I took a knee and began tying my shoe being careful to stay slightly away from the edge of the curb as I heard another vehicle approaching. It stopped at the intersection like the other one had indicating it would also be taking a right hand turn. I could tell it was an older car by the way it rattled and sputtered; spewing its toxic fumes in the air and making me cough slightly because it aggravated my lungs.
As I finished tying my laces I suddenly smelled something odd just beneath the surface of the noxious fumes from the rumbling vehicle. My gaze shifted over towards Marty’s legs and I noticed a few drops of wetness drizzling past the left leg of his pants before it suddenly unleashed into a yellow colored torrential like rain catching me by complete surprise and filling my insides with dread. The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end in alarm and my heart leaped into my chest. I stumbled to my feet only to feel my head explode in pain with everything going dark momentarily and with lights flashing all around my eyes. I felt myself stumbling forward and I reacted by automatically reaching out for some leverage, but suddenly found myself falling forward. I tried to clear my mind managing to get a quick glance around which only managed to panic me for a moment when I felt another blow which made me finally lose consciousness. The last thing I remembered was seeing an old beat up green van before I collapsed inside the side door opening.
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End of Chapter Sixteen: The Past Catches Up
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EXCERPT FROM SOCIAL STUDIES VERSUS BIOLOGY
Just then we heard a voice in the hallway calling out Joey’s name. It was a woman’s voice, and I instinctively knew it had to be Joey’s mom who was heading towards the living room as if to see if he was there.
“Oh fuck,” Joey hissed in apprehensive surprise while I nearly jumped out of my skin with both of us scrambling to get covered up before she made her way back to his room.
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THE PAST CATCHES UP
There was a stillness all around me with the only detectable sound coming from the steady even breathing of Marty as I slowly stirred awake. I kept my eyes closed refusing to wake up fully simply enjoying the nice toasty coziness. It was a familiar setting anymore with me waking up to the warmth of the smaller boy snuggled close by in my bed. This particular morning I was lying on my back and I could feel the softness of Marty’s skin all along the top and left side of my body. He had shifted in his sleep sometime during the night cuddling up to me. I could feel the weight of his limbs sprawled over me. The boy’s arm was draped over my chest with his thigh lying across my waist. It was bent at the knee with his lower limb snuggled up against my right hip angling downwards along the side of my butt cheek and thigh.
My left arm was snuggled up under Marty’s neck helping provide support to his head which was settled on my chest. It felt comfortable and cozy having the older boy burrowed up so close to me. Sometimes I forgot he was older because in many ways his body and mannerisms hadn’t caught up to his age. It was like he was only eleven or twelve years old instead of almost fourteen.
His boyish scent wafted up into my nose and I inhaled deeply knowing I’d never get tired of breathing in his unique bouquet. I began to realize we all had our own special scent. In many ways both Joey and Marty smelled the same, a sort of restrained kind of earthy musky and tangy odor, yet just beneath the surface they each had their own indisputable fragrance that set them apart from one another.
Despite the realities of the harsh life he had led already in his young years there was an innocence and softness about Marty; especially, when he slept. It surprised me just how deeply he slept, almost as if he was trying to make up for all those sleepless nights over the years. With him nuzzled up so closely to me I could feel the smoothness of his skin brushing up against mine with every intake of his breath. Most of his weight was pressing up along the left side of my body and I could feel his boy bits pressed up against my hip. At the moment he was completely soft down there and it felt kind of stimulating with my own little fatty chubbing up slightly but remaining mostly soft.
My left arm was tucked up under Marty’s neck and along his back and without even realizing it my hands began to gently stroke his shoulder wandering slowly down along his spine and lower back. His skin felt warm and smooth, but I knew just a little lower along his butt cheeks and the back of his thighs were the thin striations of scars from where he had been repeatedly beaten over the years. Even those were all healed now, but the marring would always remain.
He no longer needed the ointment and we had stopped applying it a few days ago at the end of the weekend. Thinking of the weekend made me smile because it had been a fun one, despite the near call at Joey’s on Friday night. Recalling the sex between the two of us once more made my penis twitch threatening me with a morning wood, but the memory of almost getting caught by his mom immediately made it go limp. It had been a close call to say the least and very frustrating because he was just about to do some very nice things for me, but when we heard his mom’s voice out in the hallway it had scarred the crap out of us sending the two of us scrambling to get dressed.
For me it was simple enough because all I had to do was pull up my underwear and shorts. Joey on the other hand was forced to jump off his bed, the boy bumping around against me as he scrambled for his discarded shorts trying desperately to shove his feet through the leg openings. If the situation hadn’t been so freaky scary it would have been hilarious watching him hopping on one leg while trying to shove his foot into his shorts. Even his soft penis was flopping around despite its smallness while his testicles were squashed between his thighs. I suppose I probably looked hilarious too while trying to shove my still rigid erection and loose ball sack inside my underwear so I could zip up.
Thank goodness his mom had gone out into the living room first before coming back to us. Somehow Joey managed to get himself put together and hop back on to his bed picking up his notes while I now took a seat in the chair and opened up my book that was lying on his desk. Now it was me who was in dire straits because my erection refused to go away despite the frightening situation. It pressed obscenely against my shorts creating an obvious bulge that left no doubt I had sprung a stiffie. I had quickly adjusted it and could only stoop over the desk in order to conceal my shame.
Without even bothering to knock his mom had stepped into the room and crinkled her nose. I suppose the sweaty adolescent scent was fairly overpowering at the moment in light of the fact it was probably mixed with the inevitable sex fragrance boys produced when in heat. After making a subtle comment on how stuffy the room was Joey’s mom seemed to ignore it and smiled pleasantly while her son made the proper introductions. She was a really nice lady and offered to make us some snacks and bring us something to drink because we both looked a little flushed in the warm room.
My testicles were throbbing and the ache of blue balls inserted its notice on me for having stopped something my body so desperately needed for me to complete. It ached more than I’ve ever experienced in the past, but I was stuck and couldn’t do anything about it. My only option was to suffer through it and even Joey looked a bit concerned asking me if I was alright after his mom had left us alone. All I could do was tell him I had the worst case of blue balls which sent him into a tittering fit of giggles while I scowled at him. If I hadn’t been hurting so much I suppose it would have been funny, and in the end I did manage to snigger about it a little too because Joey was just so damn cute the way he was giggling. It was as if he lit up the entire room.
After a few moments he managed to get his composure back and shake his head. Sighing, he softly announced it was my own fault. When I started to protest he quickly interjected saying that’s twice now where we had almost been caught and that we can’t take those kinds of chances anymore. Of course I knew he was right, but it wasn’t as if we could get together much in private. Still, we both agreed to be more careful in the future and not do anything unless we were completely alone and somewhere safe.
Thank goodness it wasn’t long afterwards when I received the text message that Pops was on his way over to pick me up now that the movie him and Marty had gone to see was over. After saying my goodbye’s to Joey’s mom letting her know I had a pleasant time and it was nice to finally meet her, I made my exit and met up with Pop’s downstairs. Joey had walked me out and continued to giggle while we were in the elevator on the way down. We both got a couple of curious looks from the man and woman inside the elevator with us, but Joey simply couldn’t stop his little giggles making me roll my eyes.
Pop’s was already waiting for me in the parking lot and I could tell Joey was kind of sad that our time together was over for now. Of course we would see each other still in school, but I was trying to figure out how we could get together so we were alone and could spend some real quality time with each other. We both stood there awkwardly for a few moments with Joey finally speaking up and letting me know he really appreciated me coming over and that he had a great time. He was very sincere and I could see in his eyes he really wanted to reach over and give me a big hug and kiss which I desperately wanted as well, but with so many other people coming and going it would be too awkward. So instead, we did the typical knuckle bump and said our goodbye’s for now.
Of course I knew I’d be picking him up for the party over at Billy’s and I couldn’t wait, but Joey didn’t have a clue yet. With this happy thought in mind I crawled into the back seat with Marty and waved goodbye to Joey as Pop’s put the car into gear and we drove away. Marty was animated all the way home signing enthusiastically telling me all about his experience at the movie theater. His passion managed to take my mind off of my aching balls for a bit, but as soon as we got home and at the first opportunity I made my escape heading into the bathroom to take care of business.
It hadn’t taken much for me to make a mess of the toilet with my slimy boy syrup spraying haphazardly along the back of the seat and along the rim. It was a strange feeling this time around because my orgasm kind of hurt, but in a sort of good way. It felt wonderful, but also painful at the same time, with my testicles churning and forcing their way upwards to ball up tightly trying to expel the excess substance which had built up to overflowing inside of me. Even after the deed was done my balls continued to ache for several hours and didn’t go away until after both Marty and I had fallen asleep later that evening.
Of course when the long haired boy had slithered into my room and slipped under the covers next to me he had asked how it went with Joey. I tried to be casual about it, but the boy was becoming very astute and pressed me for more information. Even though I tried to muddle through his probing questions the boy suddenly caught me by surprise when he simply asked if I liked Joey, and it was obvious he didn’t mean just in a friend kind of way. Marty was becoming quite an observant kind of kid, and it was something I would need to look out for I suppose. It didn’t really bother me, but still some things were meant to be private. So in the end I had simply shrugged my shoulders and admitted I’m not sure how I felt about some things and left it at that with the other boy taking a hard look at me and then dropping it as we both fell deep into our own thoughts before succumbing to sleep.
The following day we picked up Joey on the way to Billy’s party. He accused me and his sister of conspiring behind his back, but was excited and happy about it which made me smile. All of us had a good time at the party, but in some ways it was a bit frustrating as well. To have Joey so close and being able to hang around with him, but also not being able to do anything was a bit trying. Of course Sienna was there as well and had tried to monopolize most of my time, but I also had to keep an eye on Marty. She didn’t seem upset about it and actually appeared to be sympathetic. I suppose my little conversation last week with her about the incident when she had made those remarks had her thinking things over.
Still, having her so clingy also added to my sexual frustrations. At times we’d find some moments together where we’d do a bit of cuddling and even get in a bit of passionate kissing, but every time I tried to advance things a bit further she always stopped me. For a teenager there was nothing more frustrating than getting all worked up only to be forced to cool their jets. Every once in a while I’d see Joey glancing at us, but to my surprise it didn’t even seem like there was any jealousy or anything about his furtive looks. If anything it was almost as if he was smirking sheepishly in a teasing kind of way. I was glad Joey wasn’t offended by my interaction with Sienna considering how hot and heavy things had gotten between the two of us in the locker room and last night in his room.
I suppose to Joey he figured it was part of the whole puberty process; however, it confused me a little about the way I was behaving. It was like one minute boys were turning me on and then the next moment girls. Of course I knew guys experimented with sex and all, but in the back of my mind there was a nagging feeling that somehow this thing with other boys was possibly a little more than simply being curious.
Joey wasn’t the only one watching me because I caught Marty studying me closely while I interacted a bit intimately with Sienna. It made me wonder for the first time what he thought about Sienna. He never really asked me about her, and as I thought on it I realized her name never came up in our conversations. At the party though I finally understood from the way he watched us he probably didn’t think much of her. Maybe that is why he never really mentioned her much because he didn’t want to somehow hurt my feelings. Knowing him now the way I did I began to figure out he was masking his feelings about my girlfriend. Over the years he had gotten very good at it, but for some odd reason we were so well connected I was able to see through those walls he had gotten used to erecting all around him as a defensive mechanism.
Marty twitched in his sleep bringing me out of my ruminations. Leaning my head slightly downwards my nose brushed up along the soft strands of the smaller boy’s long hair that was sprawled along my chest and upper arm. Inhaling deeply I savored his sweet earthy like scent making my skin prickle all over. It amazed me how I never got tired of the way it felt to have him snuggled up so closely to me. The familiar pressure on my bladder made me sigh and debate for a second or two whether or not I wanted to get up and take a piss, or if I should stay nestled up all nice and cozy warm under the covers with Marty wrapped in my arms. It would still be a couple of hours before we had to climb out of bed and get ready for school today.
It was Thursday, one day closer to me going over to Joey’s place again so we could work on our Social Studies project. I was hoping maybe we’d be able to work some more on our biology experiment as well. He did mention that his mom would have to leave a little earlier for work on Friday and that Jewels also had a commitment and wouldn’t be home for about an hour after his mom left for work. It was unusual for him to be left alone, but this time it couldn’t be helped. If we could time things right with how Pops picked me up we might have some alone time together.
Ever since we had nearly been caught in the locker room and then at his house Joey had been very careful about my little lustful gropes. It didn’t help matters any when Monday had rolled around that Billy suddenly moved lockers finding one next to ours. I didn’t really mind and knew he had moved because it wasn’t so crowded here, but it did nix any of my impromptu little grab ass sessions with Joey. It was totally frustrating because just when I was getting some real action for the first time in my life it was like I had then been totally cut off. That really messes with a teen’s mind and emotions. I was horny all the time now that I’ve gotten a bit of a taste with what sex was about, and now everything was out of reach for me.
Exhaling softly, I scooted out from beneath Marty’s weight without waking him up and crawled out of bed. Padding my way softly into the bathroom I relieved myself pausing for a moment to contemplate if I wanted to do a bit more than simply take a pee. Oddly enough I wasn’t in the mood thinking maybe I was still a bit sluggish this early in the morning. I shook my soft meaty pickle a few times, washed my hands drying them off on the towel next to the sink, and headed back inside my warm cozy room. Stepping inside and closing the door behind me I paused for a moment and smiled.
The long haired boy had shifted in his sleep rolling over on to his back wrapping the blanket around his lower legs. He had a habit of being a bit of a blanket hog, and it wasn’t unusual for me to wake up with the blanket pulled off of me. Currently, the smaller boy’s body was completely exposed his sleek form and pinkish toned skin looking very appealing in the grayness of early overcast morning light spilling in through the window.
The news forecast called for cooler weather later on in the afternoon with the possibility of rain. The weather was strange this year with it having warmed up with higher temperatures than normal. During this time of year towards the end of April and into early May it typically was only in the mid-forties Fahrenheit, but after we got back from Easter break it had crept up to around the sixty degrees Fahrenheit. Now, it looked as if we’d be cooling down to something more typical during this time of year. I suppose PopPop sort of suspected this and it is why he hadn’t adjusted the thermostat in the house yet. It was a strange year, but I always enjoyed it when the weather began to warm up.
Careful so as not to wake up the sleeping boy, I eased myself back into bed and started to reach for the blanket but then paused for a moment. It’s strange how I’ve now seen Marty naked on numerous occasions, but I’ve never really had taken a close look at him. Of course I’ve seen him up close, yet I’ve never truly studied him. Rolling over on to my side I propped my head on my left hand resting my elbow on the mattress for support and looked over towards the smaller boy’s features. He definitely was small for his age with a very petite kind of body. It wasn’t the frail kind of body I had noticed when we first found him, but rather one which over the weeks had taken on a healthier kind of glow. There was a sleek trimness about him now, but in a sort of wiry strong kind of way. Despite his size he’d be a good athlete of one sort or another I decided nodding my head thinking maybe it is something I should talk to him about. I was sure he’d enjoy getting involved in some sort of sport; it was just a matter of finding what he’d excel at doing.
My eyes settled on his cute round face. It had filled out now also taking on that much healthier glow adding to those youthful boyish looks of his. For the first time I began to realize there was also a hint of adolescent ruggedness just beneath the surface, almost as if he was starting to transition from the more awkward kind of clumsy stage of boyhood into a more confident youthful teen. It actually was exciting to see it for the first time because it hinted at his rapid transition into adolescence. In a way it was as if his body had been holding off on maturing for such a long time now with everything suddenly catching up to him and about ready to unleash itself. I even noticed how he appeared to be a tad taller just by the way his pants seemed to fit him along the ankles. With his body filling out some more I could begin to see the more mature teenager he was destined to become.
My gaze wandered casually down over his chest which also appeared firmer and broader than I recalled from a few weeks ago and taking note how his flat stomach wasn’t so gaunt anymore. He was still too young to have any abs per se, but I could tell he was beginning to form firmer muscles. I suppose now that he had more freedom he was getting a healthier workout just in the average every day kinds of things. His body was becoming more toned and it pleased me what I saw in the way he was developing.
I continued my scrutiny and allowed my eyes to meander even further with them now focusing on the most intimate facet of his maturation. I scooted my body downwards so I could get a closer look my eyes widening in surprise.
Swallowing I whispered to myself hoarsely, “Why you sneaky little bugger.” I sniggered shaking my head.
He seemed to have changed almost overnight. Currently his flaccid penis was flopped over sideways angling in a slightly upwards direction and away from me. For some reason it looked as if it had gotten slightly longer and was a tad thicker than I recalled. Not a whole lot, maybe a quarter of an inch longer, but like the rest of him, things were changing down there. Even his normally tight scrotum had loosened up no longer looking so tightly balled up against his body with the brown like wrinkling of the skin actually looking soft and supple. Like his penis it looked slightly bigger with his testicles having a bit more room to roll around in as they seemed to hang down lower rather than up top closer to his body. I suppose them sagging also stretched out his little knapsack.
My eyes shifted back to his flaccid penis which had a pale brownish pink kind of tone coloration. Like with Joey he was circumcised, a big portion of his penis being accounted for by his almost sleek like bullet shaped knob. I could see the darker brown coloration of his wrinkled circumcision scar because of the way his soft penis was flopped over with the top side plastered against his pubic mound.
Leaning in for a closer look I began to detect that faint boy scent from between his legs. It had a similar fragrance like Joey, but a bit stronger and earthier. There were subtle undertones of a sexual odor laced finely between the headier musky scents belonging to Marty perhaps hinting at the smaller boy having masturbated before going to bed last night. It made me smile because he indeed was acting more and more like a pubescent teenager and somehow this was a comforting feeling; to know that the kid truly was simply a boy doing normal things a guy his age would do.
His scent drew me closer and I couldn’t resist the allure. Ever so cautiously I buried my nose in his crotch the warmth of his fleshy boy sac nuzzling along my cheek. It was a sort of pleasant feeling as I inhaled deeply with my eyes fluttering closed and the scent of Marty’s essence imprinting itself into my senses. It was heavier than Joey’s fragrance, but just as intoxicating. I inhaled once more getting a bit drunk as I drank it all in. It was amazing how a scent could be so powerful and overwhelming.
My head began to spin and I was tempted to swivel my neck so I could slurp up his pliable boy sac into my mouth rolling around Marty’s truffles with my tongue. I felt the urge to slurp up his soft rubbery peg like a vacuum and waking it up, but I resisted knowing that even now what I was doing could be going a bit over the edge with what was proper. It was one thing to appreciate the way he looked while he slept, but doing it while he was naked not to mention what I was currently doing bordered on perversion. Doing anything while he was awake and a willing party was legitimate, but to do anything while he slept would be taking things too far.
Inhaling another deep breath I felt my skin tingling all up and down my spine as the alluring bouquet hit my senses making me shiver uncontrollably. It took me a few seconds to regain my wits and slowly pull back away from the essence of his boyhood. I was beginning to realize just how turned on I could become just by the way another boy smelled. Girls always had that the sweet flowery or fruity fragrance, but guys tended to have a more natural earthy kind of smell about them which seemed to intoxicate me.
After pausing for a few moments allowing my head to stop spinning I slowly opened up my eyes. Right there in front of me was everything that was meant to be glorious. He was beautiful. The front part of his body no longer had any of the slight bruising like when we first found him. In its place was the smooth sleek healthy looking skin on a very petite kind of body. From the front you’d never know of his abuse, and despite the injuries along the back of his thighs and butt I still thought he was a very attractive looking kid. The scars no longer bothered me and I didn’t pay them much attention anymore, simply looking beyond them to who he was inside and as a person.
My gaze settled on his soft penis again simply fascinated by the form and shape of it. As boys we all had the same thing down there, but it still amazed me the incalculable ways a boy’s phallus differed from one another. At first glance they all looked kind of smooth, but now I began to notice the tiny little like imperfections on Marty’s penis. I suppose they really couldn’t be considered flaws, but rather things that added character and made his uniquely different from all the other boys. We all had our slight imperfections or differences which made our organs distinctly unique. It’s what intrigued and seemed to capture my curiosity.
He had those little wrinkles just beneath the ridge of his glans all along his circumcision scar along with a pronounced vein that created a line along the length of his shaft on one side. There were also numerous blue like striations all along his spire that created a network like configuration along the cylindrical shaped tubing. Even his scrotum sack had the same kinds of blue colored mesh like glazing just beneath the surface of the skin. I’ve noticed those kinds of veining on a lot of younger boys along their legs, stomach, and arms. I suppose it had to do with us still having our youthful unblemished skin.
He even had some of those fine spidery web blue striations just beneath the surface of his creamy white pubic mound which also had those sparse like thin blonde filaments barely visible to the naked eye. I leaned in closer to take a look at his little peach fuzz, but suddenly detected something a bit different. It took a moment to sink in with my lips spreading apart into a sheepish little grin. Right there at the base of his shaft were a few strands of light brown hairs that were much thicker than the small filaments of his Vellus hair. He was indeed changing right under my nose.
“Why you little bugger,” I sniggered shaking my head. “You’ve got pubes finally growing in.” I beamed for some odd reason totally proud for Marty that he was finally beginning to enter a new phase of his growth and maturation.
It was almost like a right of passage for all of us, and a proud moment. I don’t know how many nights I had searched for those elusive strands of pubes on myself. It was like overnight I had become obsessed with when they’d finally grow in. I’m sure this would be another exciting moment for the long haired boy; that is unless he already knew about them. I used to look for them on me, but I wasn’t sure if Marty even gave it a thought to be looking for them.
Suddenly Marty flinched in his sleep and I saw his penis shudder and pulse up and down slowly a couple of times like the fluttering beat of his heart. Even his testicles had jolted upwards momentarily as if stirring awake. His soft worm settled back into place, but it continued to flicker in barely noticeable up and down bobbing motions, almost as if it were breathing in little gasps. Glancing up I wondered if he was stirring awake, but his face had a serene look about it. Then I noticed some movement just beneath his eyelids and I knew he was dreaming. I held my breath for a moment wondering if it would develop into a nightmare or something nice. I’ve noticed that ever since he snuggled up with me at night he never seemed to have any nightmares, and even my own dreams had turned to much more pleasant ones leaving behind those horrible visions of my past.
By the look on his face it seemed as if they were amiable enough. Sighing, I began to scoot back up so I could get some more sleep when I glanced back down noticing how his penis was slowly throbbing up and down almost like it was in harmony with the beating of his heart. It was kind of funny to watch and then I noticed it was starting to get bigger. It bobbed, pulsed, and weaved in a seductive like dance as it slowly began to fatten up and stretch out. In its softened state it had sort of flopped over to the side, but as it thickened up and elongated his spire slowly straightened out into a horizontal position hovering just above his pale pubic mound. The tip end of his bullet pointed straight as an arrow towards his belly button, between the two pectoral muscles of his chest, and smack dab towards the middle part of his slightly dimpled chin.
His erection most definitely appeared bigger than the last time when he was hard and I had tried to gauge its size. I figured it was now about a good half an inch longer than the last time and a tad plumper as it continued to hover over his pale slate. Even his nut sac was slightly plumper and not so tightly balled up with the hint of a slight limpness making me speculate it would soon begin to sag even more as he matured.
The smaller boy’s body jolted again in his sleep and his penis also jerked lifting up further from his pubic mound and throbbing with little pulses while his two cherry sized truffles bunched upwards slightly before once more settling down. It was obvious he was having one hell of a dream as I continued to watch while his now three and a half inch rigid and torrid penis continued to bob and weave in its seductively salacious dance.
I was totally mesmerized by his erection and fleshy ball sack. The skin on his penis had stretched tighter and the more pronounced wrinkles on his circumcision scar had smoothed out. Now that his penis had lengthened the size of his glans compared to his shank no longer appeared lopsided. In his current state, the boy’s shaft was slightly longer than his bullet shaped knob adding a bit more balance to the way it looked. His bell end had also taken on a more plum like hue from the blood engorging his phallus. Even though the skin on his dowel looked taut due to it stretching out when his penis had swelled there were still those little imperfections of bumps and lumps which if anything were more pronounced; especially, that thick vein along the one side. It made me wonder what it would feel like if I ran my taste muscle along its length allowing the sensitive receptors along my tongue to take in every little nuance of the other boy’s puckered and rutted bejeweled royal scepter.
The way his penis continued to nod and fidget around was totally fascinating not to mention every once in a while it would jerk in a little spastic fit. Even his testicles would contract slightly making me wonder what he was dreaming to make his tuber and purse react so intensely at times. I was keenly engrossed in watching Marty’s body react to whatever fantasies he was having that I literally jumped when his body suddenly rippled before it tightened up while his penis pulsed with his sleek knob flaring outwards and his shaft bloating in front of my eyes.
Then without warning I watched in awe as his two cherry sized nuggets bunched upwards and several small almost translucent globules spat out from the tip end of his bell slit. It was a couple of powerful pulses which sent the small droplets of his undeveloped boy batter snaking through the air to splatter haphazardly just past his pubic mound and about an inch below his belly button. His spike pulsed several more times, the second set of spasms sending a few more beaded droplets an inch or two below the first patterned splashes. After that his convulsive spike began to produce nothing but dry cums, but some of the translucent honey had oozed over the tip of his nozzle during the first initial volleys coating it in a shimmering wetness. It all happened quickly, within a second or two, and I knew the long haired boy was in the grips of an orgasm as his wet dream ran its course. It was the most intense wicked thing I’ve ever seen because no one ever gets to witness a sexy hot adolescent boy having a wet dream.
Moments before all of this took place Marty was sleeping comfortably as he slipped into another one of his fantastic dreams. He wasn’t consciously aware of it, but somewhere deep down in his subconscious thoughts he realized that it was leading to the same dream he’s been having for several evenings now. It always involved Latham as their naked bodies rubbed up sensuously against one another with things spiraling into a full sexual like encounter. The feelings deep down inside of him and even along the length of his penis felt so real. It was as if he could actually feel his friends much bigger hard thingy rubbing up against his own and it felt wonderful. The sensation deep down in his danglies began to bubble up to the surface and suddenly without warning he felt the familiar burning sensation he had been experiencing lately when he jacked off. It rippled from somewhere deep down and screamed through the length of his shaft until his tuber began to contract wildly. Marty knew it was only a dream, but the feeling was so intense that right in the middle of the dream his mind suddenly snapped into consciousness and he found himself waking up in the immediate aftermath of an intense orgasm.
My eyes were still riveted on Marty’s quivering penis noticing how a small beaded globule of his translucent boy goop clung to the nub end of his shimmering little helmet right between his pee slit. There was also a glistening thread of the syrupy and iridescent tacky like substance that was connected to the single bead extending downwards like a fine strand of hair as the gravity tugged at it threatening to make a connection to his bare pubic mound. Every time his erection pulsated the thin like filament would flutter around amazing me how it refused to break off. A few rapid pulses later his penis stopped twitching and settled heavily downwards closer to his pale pubic mound the thin strand finally connecting to it tackily.
I was so focused on the scrumptious looking honeyed boy nectar that I nearly jumped out of my skin when the long haired boy suddenly bolted awake. Up until this point everything was in slow motion, but I began to realize it actually happened really fast with Marty’s orgasm probably lasting only a couple of seconds before he woke up from what must have been something new for the teen. Immediately after jolting awake the smaller boy’s hands clamped down over his tenders cupping them protectively while at the same time rolling over on to his side facing me and curling up. His green eyes were flared open in panic and total bewilderment trying to shake away the haze and fuzziness accompanying someone who just was awakened suddenly from a deep fulfilling slumbering state. It left him momentarily in a state of surprise, shock, and confusion, which was etched all over his cute face along with a wild like look of disorientation.
Marty flinched when I reached over to comfort him, but immediately recognized me settling down, but with a look of shame and a bit of anxiety etched over his features because he began to realize something must have happened while he was asleep. His eyes glanced downwards towards the cupped hands over his privates realizing he was wet, and from the look on his face I could tell he thought he had pissed himself.
“Shhh-shhhhh,” I whispered comfortingly towards Marty trying to reassure him. “It’s alright you didn’t wet the bed Marty. You just had one of those wet dreams I told you about. Remember…I explained how sometimes during puberty boys will dream and suddenly discharge their semen. It’s alright Marty and nothing to be afraid about since we simply can’t help it sometimes.” I spoke to him softly with the smaller boy’s gazing into my eyes. “Damn Puberty.” I chuckled despite myself seeing his face light up and smiling broadly while nodding his head in agreement before scooting into a sitting position his hands still cupping himself protectively.
His legs were spread slightly outwards bent at the knees giving him a better view as he slowly uncapped his hands, noting some of his fingers were kind of slicked up with his boy slime. “Way cool,” he signed with slicked up fingers looking over towards me and cracking the biggest smile making me suddenly burst out in a fit of laughter. “Hey, what’s so funny?” He asked still grinning while cocking his head sideways looking at me curiously.
It took me a minute to gather my composure. “Nothing, it’s just a bit funny you signing with your fingers slimed in your boy goop not to mention most of us guys would be embarrassed by having a wet dream.” I continued to chuckle shaking my head.
“Why? Isn’t this normal?” He asked me not upset by my comment but rather curious and also smiling by the whole slimy finger comment as he gazed at them for a second.
“Of course it is…it’s just,” I furled my eyes realizing in Marty’s way of thinking this was good because it was something else that happened to ‘normal’ kids. “Look, there really isn’t anything to be embarrassed about since it happens to boys our age and we can’t control something like that while we are asleep. It’s just for some reason it is kind of embarrassing for many of us even though we know it is natural and can’t really be controlled. I suppose for us it is just all part of being so private about these types of things, but I know how it is a little different for you. I know how much you want to be…um…normal like the rest of us, but Marty you have to understand, you ‘are’ normal. Just because you are different in some ways doesn’t mean you aren’t like any other teenager when it is all said and done. We are all different Marty, but it doesn’t mean we aren’t normal…understand?” I tried to explain with the other boy rolling his shoulders and nodding his head while also giving me a warm smile of appreciation for my support.
“Did I really have a wet dream?” He asked signing to me still ignoring his slicked up fingers making me giggle despite our serious kind of conversation.
“You tell me?” I countered smiling mischievously. “What did it feel like in your sleep?” I asked noticing him grin and blush making me smile even bigger because it was just too cute in how he was now becoming a little shy about the incident as he shrugged his shoulders and hesitated. “Well, don’t get all shy on me know…spill already.” I urged before I chuckled at my use of the word ‘spill’ while he also grinned catching on to the little slip of tongue making me realize he was really picking up on the whole sexual nuance types of things us boys typically teased on another about.
He stared at me for a moment and shrugged again. “I don’t know…I guess it felt really good, like when I…,” he paused looking at me sheepishly before continuing. “You know like when I rub my thingy when it is all hard.” He finished signing and paused scrunching his nose in thought. “It was strange because in my sleep it actually felt like an…,” he paused as if trying to think of the proper sign before starting to spell it out.
After only a couple of letters I knew exactly the word he was looking for and nodded. “Yeah…orgasm,” I finished for him as he smiled nodding his head.
“Yes, that,” he signed. “It felt really nice and I guess that is when I woke up because it must have happened in real life. No wonder we have wet dreams because everything felt so real.” He grinned broadly while I smiled nodding my head, but only taking his word for it since I’ve never had a wet dream before.
It made me wonder for a minute why some boys had them and others didn’t. I suppose I began jacking off a lot younger than Marty and the whole puberty thing sort of happened in a more even kind of manner. With the other boy it was as if everything had been put on hold and caged up for the longest time and now was suddenly released all at once.
“So what were you dreaming about?” I teased him lightly, but still a bit curious about it.
Marty blushed and looked away with a kind of quirky grin on his features refusing to answer while I gave him a little shove. “Ha, I knew it,” I giggled seeing him look at me questioningly. “I bet it was all about me.” I teased seeing him blush but remain quiet looking a bit uncomfortable about it. “It’s alright you don’t have to say anything. It’s kind of private anyway.” I assured him dropping the matter and shifting gears. “I see your pecker and balls have gotten bigger.” I noted grinning while the boy rolled his eyes.
“You’ve been sneaking peeks again.” He teased lightheartedly thinking I was only teasing him, but then realized I was serious. “Really, you think so?” He asked glancing down between his legs while I chuckled.
“Yeah, it sure seems that way. Does it bother you when I look at you?” I asked kind of curious now since he was beginning to understand how these sorts of things are private.
The other boy looked at me for a moment before shrugging his shoulders. “Not really. I kind of like it…you know…um…knowing you like how I look. I like how you look too. Does it bother you when I look at you?” He asked a little worried about it now.
“No…I kind of like it too, but we can’t let other people know that Marty. You do know that right?” I asked with the boy nodding and smiling.
“I know.” He grinned understanding how things were about such things.
“Hey,” I grinned conspiratorially. “Did you know you have pubes now?” I asked him with Marty’s face lighting up.
“Really?” He signed bending over for a closer look and running his fingers over his blank pubic mound that was still slightly slicked up with his boy snot.
It was just too adorably cute watching the way he ran his fingers over his blank slate searching curiously for those allusive boy pubes. It took him a few seconds, but he finally located them giving the light brown filaments a slight tug just to confirm they were real.
“Whoa, this is…way cool.” He smiled looking at me for a second before suddenly leaning over to give me a big warm hug.
My elbow was still on the mattress with my head propped up on my hand and my body still lying on my side, so when Marty leaned his weight into me I slowly rolled on my back bringing him with me. The long haired boy wrapped his arm around me settling his head on my chest and draping his leg over my hip while I wrapped my arm around his small frame. His leg was bent at the knee and I could feel the weight of his calf pressing up against my erection and snuggling alongside of my sagging lambskin purse while his own flaccid penis and ball sack pressed lightly into my hip.
The warmth of his body pressed into mine felt wonderful. I inhaled Marty’s scent deeply, detecting his faint sex scent, and combined with the feeling of his own damp boy bits pressing into me and his leg rubbing up against my erection, it made me quiver. I could feel my sexual urges stirring deep down inside of me; threatening to push my own body over the edge into a climactic explosion.
“S…shit Marty stop before you make me spew.” I chuckled running my hand down his silky smooth back before resting them over his butt cheeks.
My fingers continued to run lightly over his rounded mounds detecting the faint traces of his scars. They were pretty much all healed up and I knew they no longer hurt the other boy, but it made me wonder if it would upset him how I was tenderly running my hands over them. It was strange, but touching them didn’t bother me in the least, with them simply being a part of the boy and who he was as a person. They were a reminder of his past and the brutality he had to endure so disgusting for what they represented, but not revolting in my mind for being able to touch him in a sort of affectionate way since it was simply a part of his body.
The long haired boy had stopped rubbing his leg against my boyhood and seemed to shudder. “Is this alright?” I asked him feeling the boy shifting and craning his back before placing his forearm on my chest supporting a part of his weight.
Marty looked into my eyes and nodded his head indicating it was alright. “No, it feels nice because it is you, but do my scars bother you?” He asked searching my eyes intently while I thought on how to respond.
“I hate what they represent Marty and what you had to endure, but no, it doesn’t bother me. It’s kind of hard to explain. I mean, yeah sure it bothers me, but not in the way I feel about you.” I tried to explain with Marty grinning at me and nodding his head.
“I’m glad.” He signed settling back down and snuggling up allowing me to continue caressing him softly.
We stayed snuggled up together, the feel of his warm body against mine somehow feeling comfy. I could feel his soft tuber chubbing up slightly, but now that it had expelled most of its pent up energy and burgeoning seed it remained content for the most part staying more limp than hard. Within moments we were both snoozing since we still had a couple of hours before we needed to get ready for school as the contentment of the moment caught up and lolled us to sleep.
A short while later I woke up reluctantly untangling myself from the warmth of Marty’s soft body. I shuddered slightly in the coolness of the early morning hours noticing how it had become overcast outside. It would be cooler today and the forecast called for rain later in the day. Shrugging my shoulders it was more typical of the weather we had around here during this time of year. We were sort of lucky since it had warmed up for a while, now it was back to normal as usual with cooler weather, at least for a few more weeks before things probably began to warm up in time for summer vacation.
It didn’t take long for me to get cleaned up before waking the long haired boy so he could do the same. A short while later we finished up with breakfast before making our way to school. It was another typical day and it seemed to go by rather quickly. I couldn’t wait for the classes that didn’t include Joey to finish up and disappointed when our time in the classes where we were together came to an end and we had to go to our separate ways. In my opinion the most exciting moment of our school days was always phys-ed class because that is where I got to see him naked, and by his furtive glances towards me I suppose it was the same for him.
Now that Billy had a locker right next to us it sort of put a damper on things, but I could tell in some ways Joey was kind of happy about it. Ever since our two close calls he’s been very careful about us getting caught in an uncompromising position. It wasn’t as if we could try to find some secluded spot and start to smooch and get all cuddly with one another. It was one thing for a boy and girl to find a secluded spot to do that sort of thing together since it was sort of expected and there wouldn’t be any real ramifications, other than some general teasing by friends, if we were caught. However, if two guys did something like that together it could spell disaster for them if they got caught so it simply wasn’t done.
Finishing up with my shower after gym class I quickly dried off and started slipping into my clothes when Joey made his way along the narrow aisle stopping next to me. The white towel was wrapped around his waist and his body glistened wetly making me lick my lips nervously. I watched as he reached inside his locker to retrieve some of his clothes and I simply couldn’t take it anymore so I slipped my hand beneath the towel from behind like I had the previous week and got myself a good feel of his limp damp noodle and pliable suede boy bag.
Once again Marty jumped in surprise banging into the locker just as I felt his little worm inflate in my fingers. It was short lived though because he immediately shoved my hand away as he looked at me a bit admonishingly shaking his head, but with an impish grin on his features.
“Damn, for real Latham,” He hissed before giggling.
“What…Billy’s gone today for a dental appointment and I can’t help myself. Do you know how hard it is to have you so close, but unable to do anything.” I sighed keeping my voice low so it wouldn’t carry to any prying ears.
“Yes I know just how “hard” it is,” he emphasized nodding his head towards the obvious tenting in my pants and giggled as he continued, “because mine is hard all the time too when I’m around you, but we both agreed.” He sighed shaking his head as he dropped the towel and started to get dressed while I simply stared at his nakedness a bit disappointed when he tucked his erection away.
The younger boy paused and looked over towards me. “Besides, you are coming over tomorrow so we can put our report together.” He reminded me.
We both had done our research over the week and I had put my part of things together and emailed it over to Joey seeing what he thought about it while he did the same with his. We both had looked over each other’s work making some minor adjustments and now all we had to do was put it all together in a way that made the report work smoothly.
“Yeah…I know,” I exhaled softly knowing he was right and we needed to be careful.
“Besides, remember I told you that my mom has to leave early tomorrow for work and Jewels won’t be home right away when she leaves. Well have some time to…well…I’m sure we will have time for a bit of fun.” He giggled pausing a moment to look around as he stepped towards the end of the aisle taking a quick look before heading back towards me and leaning over planting a gentle kiss on my lips.
They felt soft and warm pressed against mine and I savored the taste and feel of Joey. Our kiss lingered for a moment longer before we both suddenly jerked back in surprise when we heard a booming voice in the locker room. It was one of those random inspections where our teacher made a quick run through making sure everyone was taking a shower.
“Alright boys be sure to take home your shorts and shirts to get washed.” We heard the bellowing voice as he made his way through the locker room accompanied by another male staff member.
Joey and I were pretty much dressed so when coach poked his head around the corner giving us a cursory look before moving on it was no big deal. They always made an announcement when walking into the locker room giving us all time to cover up; although, it really didn’t bother me much if the adults caught me naked in the shower or getting changed. I never knew what the big deal was because if you went to the gym or to the local pool people of all ages were getting changed all the time. If anything I thought the teachers tended to be more nervous about it, which is understandable since many parents these days were so paranoid and could drop an accusation just like that creating all sorts of problems.
The school made sure to inform all the parents as to the protocols and parents had to sign a consent form. If they refused to sign then their kids would get a failing grade and any of them wanting to participate in any school team sports weren’t allowed. Those who didn’t do sports weren’t allowed to participate in other school activities. Of course there were always exceptions like for medical reasons and whatnot.
After a short break it was off for some Field and Track training. About an hour and a half after that Marty and I were once more making our way home. As always he was animated telling me all about his day and the progress he’s been making. All the while his eyes seemed to drink in everything around him. Even though it was a cooler day, it didn’t seem to dampen his spirits and I got a big kick out of it simply enjoying his company. We were walking along with him chatting away and us coming to an intersection when I nearly tripped into a small car making that was making a right turn because the shoe laces on my Nike’s came loose. After the initial shock of nearly getting run over wore off Marty grinned signing that I was such a klutz and it amazed him how I could even run in track and field.
Of course that started a bit of a friendly tousling match with me finally wrapping the smaller boy up and lifting him off the ground while squeezing the air out of his lungs. To my surprise it had actually been a lot tougher than I thought since he had become much stronger over the last several weeks. I was giggling so hard that I almost tripped with the other boy simply signing and saying I just made his point and that I should put him down before I killed both of us. It was too hilarious as I began laughing my ass off, and unable to hold him anymore because of giggling so hard, I set him back down.
After getting the giggles out of my system I sighed shaking my head at the boy and smiled wondering just how lucky I was to have such good friends which absolutely included him. Setting my book bag on the sidewalk I took a knee and began tying my shoe being careful to stay slightly away from the edge of the curb as I heard another vehicle approaching. It stopped at the intersection like the other one had indicating it would also be taking a right hand turn. I could tell it was an older car by the way it rattled and sputtered; spewing its toxic fumes in the air and making me cough slightly because it aggravated my lungs.
As I finished tying my laces I suddenly smelled something odd just beneath the surface of the noxious fumes from the rumbling vehicle. My gaze shifted over towards Marty’s legs and I noticed a few drops of wetness drizzling past the left leg of his pants before it suddenly unleashed into a yellow colored torrential like rain catching me by complete surprise and filling my insides with dread. The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end in alarm and my heart leaped into my chest. I stumbled to my feet only to feel my head explode in pain with everything going dark momentarily and with lights flashing all around my eyes. I felt myself stumbling forward and I reacted by automatically reaching out for some leverage, but suddenly found myself falling forward. I tried to clear my mind managing to get a quick glance around which only managed to panic me for a moment when I felt another blow which made me finally lose consciousness. The last thing I remembered was seeing an old beat up green van before I collapsed inside the side door opening.
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End of Chapter Sixteen: The Past Catches Up
Coming soon Chapter Seventeen: Living A Nightmare
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