The Thing About Cory
A Short Story
Part One
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Readers Warning: This story contains elements of love, sexual play, and experimentation between young boys ages twelve to fourteen. If this concept scares you, or is not to your tastes, or if you are a minor under the age of eighteen, or if you are not accepting enough to enjoy such a story; then by all means go read something else. Otherwise, enjoy the simply joys and pleasures of being a boy.
Story written by: About A Boy
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There is one constant about being a boy, you have very little control over your life, and the things that happen in it. You may think you do, but the truth is, most of the big decisions or events that affect you are beyond your control.
When I was fourteen some big changes came into my life. None of them were expected; and my life, well, it pretty much changed forever. It was mid July, and school had let out for the summer just a few weeks past, and with it, my best friend disappeared from my life.
Aaron and I had been the very best of friends for the past five years. My dad had passed away back around that time, when I was nine, and he had worked with Aaron's father. That's when we had started hanging out, and became best friends. There were other kids I hung around with of course, but I could get by without most of them. I didn't know how I would manage without Aaron.
His dad had been transferred several months back, to West Virginia of all places; and as soon as the school year ended. Aaron and his mom moved to go and join him, half way across the country, but it may as well have been half way around the world as far as I was concerned. My best friend was gone, and despite promises of staying in touch, and getting together again, it didn't take a genius to know that nothing would ever be the same again.
My name is Brad, and I guess I'm a fairly normal fourteen year old boy. I'm a little short for my age I suppose. I'm only five foot four, but, I'm quite fit, and pretty athletic.
I've got light brown hair, and even though its not that long, my mom keeps pestering me to get it cut. I was hoping for a growth spurt to come along this summer, because most of the other boys my age are all starting to grow.
But I guess I'm still in the middle stages of puberty, and things are changing. There's no real hair on my arms and legs yet, just that soft blond peach fuzz that all kids have. I'm circumcised, and my boy package hasn't fully developed either; at least I hope not. I have just a small, tight patch of soft brown pubes starting to grow in above my dick, but nothing growing on my nuts yet. Still waiting for that growth spurt to kick in...
Anyway, there I was, doing just as I had done most every day for the past few weeks since Aaron moved. I had walked over to the Jr. High School, and was around back where the outdoor play area and basketball hoops were. There was no one around, since school had let out the place was always kind of deserted, which suited me just fine.
I just wanted to be alone, you know. Aaron and I used to shoot hoops here all the time, and in some weird way this helped me to feel connected to him. I was really having a rough time adjusting to losing him, and nothing seemed to matter much to me anymore. We were best friends. And right now, I felt rather alone. Abandoned.
Today, nothing seemed to be going right. My mom had nagged at me to go out and do something, instead of moping around the house, like I'd been doing since school let out. So I came here to the school to shoot some hoops. Standing there alone, I was starting to feel sorry for myself again. Shit, I couldn't even hit a basket. I had missed like five shots in a row, and then I threw up a brick of a shot that careened off the rim and bounced back into my face. And that was it, that's all it took.
I screamed out in anger, kicked the ball away, and I began to cry... Huge racking sobs of sadness just took hold of me, and I sat down with my back against the brick wall, pulled my knees up tight to my chest, and wrapping my arms around them, I buried my head and wept.
It was the loss of my best friend; and the loneliness that had wrapped around me like a squeezing fist. But it was more than that. It was also about the loss of my dad. Why did people have to abandon you? I was angry. I was angry at Aaron for leaving me, angry at my dad for leaving me, angry at everything. I knew full well that neither of them had any choice. It was fate, destiny, or some other cosmic force of nature just screwing with me. It was what it was; but I was hurting and I just needed something to blame...
I sat that way for quite a while, until out of nowhere I heard a soft voice. Startled, I looked up, and through bleary red eyes I saw a younger boy standing about twenty feet away, just looking at me. I had seen him before, somewhere in the neighborhood I think, but I couldn't place him. He was about twelve years old, with fairly long blond hair.
"Are you okay?" The boy asked again, just as softly as before. But, I was embarrassed because he'd seen me crying.
"What do you care?" I snapped at him, far more harshly than I had intended. I got up wiping my eyes. "Look, just... Just leave me alone." I said more quietly, as I turned away from him. Yeah, now on top of my other worries, someone had seen my crying like a little school girl.
"Sorry..." The boy said softly. "I just felt bad, seeing you there like that. So, are you okay?" I wiped my eyes again. No... No I wasn't ok. I was hurting, and it sucked. Without looking back at him I just started running. I heard him saying something else to me, but I wasn't going to stop and find out what it was; I just kept running.
I really don't even remember what I did the rest of that day. I ran home, grabbed my bike and just rode around for awhile I guess. I went and played a few games at the video arcade, but none of it was really any fun. I was in a piss poor frame of mind, and after awhile I just went home and laid around in my bedroom listening to some tunes on my IPod. That's about the time I suddenly remembered that I had left my good basketball back at the school. Great! Life just keeps getting better and better.
I hopped off my bed, and quickly slipping into my shoes, I headed out the front door, hoping that no one had stolen my ball. I slammed the door behind me as I went out, and managed about two steps, before I stopped. Sitting right there, in the middle of my front porch, was my basketball.
My eyebrows scrunched for a second, as I wondered how my ball had gotten there. And then it hit me, of course. The little cute blond haired kid from the school. He must have brought it back. I was a bit confused though. Because how did he know where I lived? I knew that I had seen him somewhere around the neighborhood, but, I just couldn't put my finger on where.
I scooped up my ball, and glanced around, wondering when he might have brought it back. A small smile crossed my lips. That was kind of a cool thing to do, I thought; and now I felt even worse that I had been so short with him at the school. I hoped to see him around, so that I could apologize, and thank him for returning my ball.
The next day dawned brightly, and I guess I was feeling a little better. I decided I'd walk down the block, and just for a touch of nostalgia, I'd go over just to look at my best friend Aaron's empty house. It might help to make me feel a little connected to him somehow. I threw on a pair of shorts and a tank top, slid into my flip flops, and headed off down the block.
It was a fantastic summer day, and even in my funk, it was hard to be in too shitty of a mood. I turned the corner at the end of my street, crossing over to the next block as I made my way to Aaron's. As I walked up his road, I heard some other kids, playing basketball in the back yard of one of the nearby houses.
As I walked past, I happened to glance back between the house and the driveway, and what I saw made me stop right where I was. There, in the back yard was the same blond haired kid, shooting hoops with some of his friends. Of course. This is where I had seen him before. He lived just down the street from where my friend Aaron had lived. Duh...
The boy chanced to look over and see me standing there. I nodded my head once, and held up my basketball. I just wanted him to know that I appreciated his returning it to me. The boy smiled and raised his hand briefly, in a timid wave. I smiled back, and turned to continue up the block.
When I got to Aaron's former driveway, I just stopped and stood blankly for a moment, looking sadly at the 'For Sale' sign, still in the yard. I'd spent a lot of time here. Shooting hoops in the driveway, messing around together after school. And there were a lot of great sleepovers here as well. Not sure if these memories made me feel better, or made me feel even worse.
I glanced over at the basketball hoop, and suddenly I missed him more than ever. Walking over to it, I lowered the backboard, and then took the net down off of the rim, and shoved it into my pocket. I figured I would mail it to Aaron, so that he could put it up at their new house.
I walked around to the back of the house, and cupped my hands near my eyes as I peered through the window of what had been Aaron's bedroom. How many sleepovers had there been here? I smiled to myself a little, thinking about the times we lay on his bed, and jacked off together to dirty magazines.
I don't know what came over me then, but, I just wanted to be closer somehow. I put my hands up on the window, and wiggled it around a bit, until the latch came loose, and I was able to slide it open. I wasn't trying to break in or anything, after all the place was empty. No, I just needed to be there.
I hopped up onto the sill, and hoisted myself inside of Aaron's room, sliding the window shut behind me. I stood there looking around at the bare walls, and the empty room, and I sighed. Suddenly the feeling of loneliness crept over me again. I walked over to where his bed had been and leaned my back against the wall; then slid down it to sit there quietly on the floor. How was it that a fourteen year old could feel so desperately alone?
I sat there for about fifteen minutes; old memories drifting through my mind like lazy ghosts. I missed him... For some stupid reason, stupid even for me, I suddenly felt the urge to jack off one last time in his room. We had done it so many times, right here, in this very spot, just looking at those magazines, or searching the net for dirty pics. Just one last time, I thought....
I slipped my shorts down, and closing my eyes I began to pleasure myself, quickly working my five inch boy boner into a frenzy. I could picture Aaron, jerking there beside me, and remembering the time we had even jerked each other... Shit that had been awesome... We'd even kissed each other once, just to see what it felt like. Pleasant memories, and secrets...
It didn't take long, and I shot my load, right there onto the carpet. And just as I finished, I had a weird feeling come over me. I looked up toward the window and I saw... Shit... A quick glimpse of someone moving away from the window.
My heart leaped out of my chest. "Oh shit...." I breathed, and I bolted to my feet, pulling up my shorts as I did so. I bolted out of the bedroom and down the hallway, my steps echoing oddly in the empty house. I headed toward the sliding glass door on the far side of the downstairs.
Flipping the latch up quickly, I slid the door open to make my escape; but standing there on the concrete patio, was the blond haired kid. We just stood there and looked at each other for a long moment, my heart still pounding, as I wondered just what he had seen.
"Hi." The boy offered quietly, and he grinned a boyishly cute grin.
"Uh, hi..." I responded stupidly. "I was just... Well, I used to know the kid who lived here." I stammered.
"I know." the boy said. "I remember seeing you here a lot." He looked toward the house. "So, what were you doing in there?" he asked innocently. I didn't know how to answer really. I was embarrassed, and a little put off by this little twelve year old kid asking me stuff. But the question seemed innocent enough.
"I don't know," I responded, "I just sort of missed my friend I guess." I looked at him closely, trying to gauge his reaction, and wondering what he'd really seen. He was a really cute kid, now that I saw him up close. He was about four inches shorter than I was, and he had the sweetest little smile, and shining green eyes. His messy blond hair hung over his ears, highlighting his soft thin cheeks and smallish upturned nose.
The boy was wearing a white tank top over his shorts, and he looked very lean and boyish, yet he had nice strong looking shoulders and arms at the same time. His skin had a nice tanned, warm glow that sometimes you don't see on blond kids. It really made him look, well, fine... I don't know what it was, or why I was seeing him this way, because it's not like I'm into boys or anything, but... Something about him was very attractive to me. He just had that cute, cool look about him.
"Um, hey, thanks for returning my basketball to me. That was you, right?" He nodded and beamed that charming boyish grin again, which made me smile. "So, how did you know where I lived, to bring it back?"
"Oh, I've seen you turn in there sometimes when I'm walking home from school." He answered.
"Cool." I nodded. "So, my name is Brad." I offered, holding out my fist to bump knuckles with him.
"Yeah, I know. My name is Cory." He responded, as he bumped fists with me, and once again he grinned at me with that awesome boyish grin. "Hey, you wanna' come over and shoot some hoops with me?" Cory asked. I smiled at him, then looked down to my flip flops.
"Mm... Maybe another time." I said, indicating my lack of proper footwear. "I better get home anyway. But, we can shoot around sometime if you want. I'm over at the school a lot."
"I know..." Cory smiled.
"You know that too? Seems like you've been stalking me or something." I joked. But Cory had a surprised, almost hurt look on his face. "I'm kidding dude." I added quickly, smiling at him. He hesitated a moment, then grinned back.
We went around to the front yard together, and walked slowly down the block till we got to Cory's house. I couldn't help but look at the cute youngster again. What was it about this younger tow headed kid that I found so intriguing?
"Well... See ya." I told him, after we stood there for several seconds.
"Yeah see ya." he replied with a little wave, as I turned and started to walk away. "You really miss your friend, don't you?" He called out to me. I stopped, and glanced back at him with a sigh.
"Yeah. Yeah I really do." I mumbled softly. And then all I could do was walk away; before I started to cry.
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The next morning when I woke up, it was with the usual case of morning wood. And I vaguely remembered having a weird dream. Of all things, I think I dreamed about the cute blond kid, Cory. I stretched away the nights slumber with a yawn, and slid my hand down under the sheets, to lay it across my stiff boylike tool. As I lay there, I started to remember my dream.
Yeah, in the dream Cory had been standing outside the window watching me as I jacked off in Aaron's bedroom. The thing is, in the dream, Cory seemed to be grinding his hips against the wall as he watched me. How crazy was that?
I tried to put it out of my mind, and get on with the business of pleasuring myself, but I kept coming back to thinking about the blond kid, and just how boyishly cute he was. This was just too weird for me at the moment, so after a few minutes of trying, I decided that I could choke my chicken later; and I let my penis go soft in my hand. I stretched again, and dragged myself out of bed.
After a quick shower, I pulled on a pair of old worn shorts, and strolled to the kitchen. My mom had long since left for work, so just like every morning I rummaged through the fridge to find something to eat. I didn't really feel like fixing anything, so I settled on a bowl of Frosted Flakes, and a banana. Looking out the kitchen window, I saw that it was going to be another warm summer day.
Then I saw the note from my mom on the table, 'reminding' me to take out the garbage, and wanting me to do some yard work today. I rolled my eyes (almost mandatory when receiving orders from parents) and sighed heavily. Never the less, I decided to get it over with, and headed outside to mow the lawn before it got too hot.
When I had finished my chores, I scooped up my basketball, hopped on my bike and headed over to the school intending to shoot hoops. It was deserted as usual, so I dropped my bike and stepped onto the outdoor court. I shot around for awhile, and did a lot of running, until covered in sweat I finally sat down against the cool brick building for a little breather.
As I sat there looking at the empty court, I began wondering what my best friend Aaron might be doing at this very moment. I wondered if he thought about me... And right on queue, the lonely feelings washed over me again. Those unsettled ghosts had taken flight in my head again...
I closed my eyes, and wondered if any of this would ever change. My mind wandered again and I began to day dream about things; and, I suppose that after a time I may have dozed off in the cool of the shade. I don't know how long I had been sitting there like that, when seemingly out of nowhere, I felt a soft, warm touch on my arm. I opened my eyes, and sitting cross legged right there in front of me was the cute blond boy Cory. His hand was resting softly on my forearm, and he had a rather sad smile on his face.
"Hi Brad." he almost whispered it. "You're still feeling lonely, huh?" he asked, as he pulled his hand away. I looked into his soft green eyes. There was a look of understanding there, compassion even. I wondered how a twelve year old boy could possibly 'get' what I was going through; but somehow it made me feel a little better.
"Hey." I greeted him, and managed a slight smile. He beamed then, and stood up.
"Come on." he said, "Shoot some hoops with me okay..." He reached out his hand offering to help me up. I took hold of it and he pulled me upright, where I stood, still holding his hand and looking at him for a second. It felt like... Well, it felt like he was reaching out to me, in more ways than one. He ran out onto the court and picked up the basket ball that I had left laying there, and he tossed it over to me. "Let's see you hit one from there." he challenged.
I smiled, took two quick dribbles and put up a twenty footer that banged both sides of the rim, and barely dropped through. "Cake..." I grinned, as if I could hit that shot every time. And then we started shooting around. Cory wasn't bad, and for the next hour we ran around feeding each other the ball, tossing up shots, and playing several games of one on one, and horse. And somewhat surprisingly, I was having fun...
We had both long since taken off our shirts, and as we played I was struck by how nice his young body looked. This little twelve year old was fit, and with his tanned skin, the sweat that covered him had a golden sheen to it in this light. I was surprised also, because even though he was at least four inches shorter than I was, and quite a bit smaller physically, he didn't seem to be intimidated by my size; and he bumped bodies with me to hold his ground as we played.
"Hold on a sec," he said urgently, "I gotta' pee." He walked only a few feet off the court, and hooking a thumb under the waistband of his shorts, he yanked them down in front and began taking whiz right there in the grass. His shorts had pulled down a little in the back as well, and I saw that he had a very distinct and nice looking tan line, low on his waist. I could see a couple of inches of his white butt cheeks, and... And an odd feeling of interested arousal came over me. I was intrigued.
He finished, and as he shook himself off, he innocently began turning back toward the court, just beginning to pull his shorts back up. I caught the briefest glimpse of his young boy stuff. If I didn't mention it before, well, I was intrigued. We played for another half an hour or so, and even though I could have played harder, this wasn't about beating the kid; it was about having some fun, and forgetting my worries for awhile.
I was loving this. It was the first time in a long while that I was actually enjoying myself. Cory was fun, and he had a great sense of humor that really got me laughing a couple of times. But it was more than that. I was feeling some kind of connection with this little guy. We played a little while longer, until both of us were feeling kind of worn out; so after one last game, we called it quits for the day. We stood there, hands on our knees, catching our breaths and covered in sweat.
"That was a blast." Cory said, looking over at me. And, as we began to walk off the court, I put my hand on his bare shoulder.
"Thanks!" I told him, looking him sincerely in the eyes. "I really needed that, you know." He smiled warmly at me.
"I did too..." he said curiously and without explanation. And without any warning he leaned in to me and put his arm around my waist, hugging himself awkwardly to me. It caught me off guard a little. I was surprised, but, what surprised me even more; I put my arms around his shoulders and shared a meaningful hug with him. It felt like... Well, a moment of grace.
He pulled away, both of us with a little embarrassed smile, and we gathered up our shirts and wiped the sweat off of our faces. I slipped my shirt back on, and walked over to pick up my basketball.
"I better get home." Cory said, as he pulled his red tee shirt over his head.
"Sure," I answered. "Come on, I'll walk with you." And picking up my bike, we walked back toward our neighborhood. We talked along the way, and the more we did, the more I liked this little guy. He was funny, and smart; and he listened, taking a sincere interest in the things that I said to him. I liked him. I like him a lot...
When we got back to my neighborhood, we walked up toward my house and I dropped my bike in the driveway. "You wanna' come in?" I asked. "We've got some Gator Aid and stuff, if you're thirsty."
"Sure. But I can't stay too long. My mom's coming home from work early to take me to the dentist."
"That sucks!" I replied knowingly, as we headed into the house and made our way into the kitchen. I opened the fridge and asked, "What flavor you want?"
"I don't care." he shrugged, "We can split one if you want." So I grabbed one and twisted off the cap, and then handed it to Cory.
"Thanks..." he said, as he lifted it to his lips and took several long swallows. He handed it back to me, and I took the bottle and gulped down quite a bit of it, with Cory watching me intently.
"What?" I asked, seeing the amused little grin on his face as I handed the bottle back to him.
"Nuthin..." he smirked, and he quickly gulped down the rest; the last bit of it dribbling down his chin. I laughed at him, and without thinking about it I reached out and wiped it off his chin. He smiled that incredible smile at me. I showed him around our house, and then took him back to my bedroom.
"Cool room." he said, nodding his approval. "Oh dude, you have a flat screen TV in here." He grinned and looked over at me. "That's so cool..." I showed him the rest of my stuff, and he seemed genuinely interested in everything. We hung out for another twenty minutes or so, just talking about stuff.
I found out that he lived with his mom, and an older brother, who was fifteen. His parents had gotten divorced about a year and a half back, and he didn't see his dad much. There was a three year age difference between him and his brother, and apparently they more or less just tolerated each other, not having much in common.
His brother's name was Mark, and, as I thought about it, I kind of knew who he was from school. He was a year up from me, and as I recalled, he was kind of a dick. I got the feeling that this is why I felt so connected to Cory; both of us knew what it was to feel alone.
Finally Cory needed to head for home, so I walked down the block with him. We agreed to maybe hang out again tomorrow, maybe shooting some hoops at the school again; and with that, I watched after him as he ran off up his street.
The next morning after my usual routine, a little indulgent self boy play, a shower, breakfast, and a few chores, I pulled on a pair of shorts and a tank top, then slipped into my flip flops and headed out the door. It was just after ten, and I had agreed I would come over to Cory's house around then.
Riding my bike, I rounded the corner and rode up to his house. I saw him, just standing there in his front yard. He was playing with a small dog there in the grass. Cory was barefoot, and wearing a pair of short nylon sport shorts and tee shirt. A big grin spread his lips when he saw me; which made me feel good to think that he was really glad to have me come over.
"Hi Brad." he beamed, running over to meet me.
"Hey dude." I answered, and laughed as his dog bounced eagerly around my heels, barking excitedly.
"This is Duke. He's our dog. I got off my bike and played with the dog for a several seconds. "So, whatcha' want to do today?" Cory asked.
"Whatever you want. We can go ride bikes around for awhile, if you want. And later we can hit the arcade. Maybe even catch a movie if you're into it."
"Ok, but... I only have a few bucks to spend." he admitted.
"No problem bud. One thing I do get is a big allowance, so I've got enough money for the both of us. My treat today, ok?!" Cory grinned, appreciating my offer.
After he took his dog into the back yard, we hopped on our bikes and rode around. Funny, when you're a kid, you don't really need a reason, or a destination. Just riding around aimlessly seems to be enough. There were some trails nearby in the woods, and we rode around there for well over an hour. After that, we headed over to the mall, and I bought us something to eat there in the food court.
Cory and I thought about going to a movie, but none of them were starting soon, so we decided we could do that another time, and we went back to Cory's house to shoot some hoops in his back yard. Nothing serious, since both of us were just wearing flip flops, and after a short time we decided to go inside.
No one else was home of course. His mom, like mine, had to work all day. And though Cory's brother was technically supposed to hang around and keep an eye on him, Cory said that he never did. His brother was rarely home, always hanging out with his older friends. But in truth, that suited Cory just fine.
"Wanna' watch a movie here then?" Cory asked me. "We can make some popcorn and stuff."
"Sure, that sounds good to me." I nodded. So we picked out a DVD and went into the kitchen to gather up some goodies to munch on. With the popcorn done, and smelling wonderful, we took our stuff into their family room and kicked off our flip flops.
They had a nice sized TV and Bose sound system set up there, and Cory turned everything on. He hopped up onto a big comfortable looking lounge chair, and then grinned at me.
"Here..." he said, "There's room for both of us. I smiled at him, and sat in the big easy chair beside him. It really was a big, comfortable chair, and you could stretch your legs out on the footrest. We sat there, our arms touching nicely, and our bare legs sprawled out so close that I could feel his smooth warm skin against mine.
He looked over at me, with the most tender look on his face. He seemed to be really happy, and I suddenly realized that I was really enjoying myself in his company. I never would have thought that I would find a friend in a twelve year old boy, but I really liked him.
He started the movie, and we settled in, munching our snacks as we watched the movie together. About half way through the movie, Cory innocently rested his head against my shoulder.
I felt, well, funny somehow; but in a good way. It was comfortable being with him like this. I could tell that he was longing for a little human contact, and somehow it felt like we'd known each other for a long time. Without really thinking about it, and simply wanting to reciprocate that connection between us, I rolled my bare foot to the side toward his; the top of my foot gently touching the bottom of Cory's. I don't know if he was even aware of it, but he softly stroked his toes against mine, and... Well, it felt soothing somehow, that's all.
I looked over at Cory. He was still focused on the movie, with his foot rubbing apparently just innocently in a natural reaction to the physical contact. Obviously, he felt really comfortable with me as well. This was wonderful, but odd in a way, because I found that I was thoroughly enjoying his soft touch. In fact, I was enjoying it so much that I was starting to bone up. Embarrassed, I settled the bowl of popcorn near my crotch to try and hide my erect boyhood.
Cory hadn't seemed to notice, and even though I didn't want to, I rolled my foot away from his, not understanding what I was feeling, or why I was getting aroused. Getting horned up because of contact with another boy? What was that all about? And the strange part of it was; it felt so fantastic that I just wanted to do it again.
We watched the rest of the movie, even though I was more than a bit distracted the whole time. When the movie was over, Cory flipped around, laying out across the lounge chair, reaching for the remote. He was lying on his belly with his legs slightly apart.
My eyes naturally drifted up his sweet hairlessly smooth bare legs, up to his small butt, which was covered only with the thin layer of his shorts. The tautness of them revealed his firm, well rounded buns. I swallowed, once again feeling oddly excited by the sight of his backside, and the smooth bronze skin of his bare legs.
"What do you want to watch now?" his boyish voice broke me from my trance, and I shook my head as if to clear it.
"Oh, uhh... Doesn't matter I guess. What ever you want is fine." I looked at his back, as he flipped through the channels, and I noticed there were several pieces of popcorn kind of crunched and stuck on his shirt. "Dude, you've got popcorn stuck to you." And I reached forward to brush it off his back, as he looked back over his shoulder at me.
"Thanks," he smiled warmly. "Mmm, that feels pretty good," he said, as I continued to rub his back, getting the last of the popcorn off. He looked back at me again, "Hey, um, I don't suppose you'd want to scratch my back would you. I really love a good back scratch." And then he gave me one of those, pleading puppy dog looks, that just made me laugh.
"Yeah, I guess I can do that." I told him. He smiled warmly and then settled on a channel to watch; then positioned himself on the lounge chair in front of me. I was sitting just to the side, behind him, my legs spread to the sides, with his butt just there in front of me. He let his lower legs lay innocently across my thigh. I leaned forward a little, and began rubbing his back while we watched TV.
"Mmm, that's excellent!" he mumbled, laying his head on his hands, not really watching the TV anymore. "I love it when my mom scratches my back." he sighed. And as I continued scratching, he reached back over his shoulder and pulled his tee shirt up over his head, exposing the soft tanned skin of his back.
Clearly he felt quite comfortable with me, as my fingertips continued to work over the warm soft skin of his bare back. He skin was so smooth, and it didn't take long before I had begun to bone up once again...
I was fourteen, and like all boys this age, I was always on the edge of getting a hard-on anyway; but this was a little confusing to me. I understood that hey physical contact with another person was kind of stimulating, and that part made sense, but this was more than that. I wasn't just aroused by the contact; I was genuinely feeling attracted to him.
We continued this for about fifteen minutes, until suddenly we heard a car door closing out in the driveway. "Oh... That must be my mom." Cory said, and standing up he quickly pulled his shirt back on. We picked up our empty soda cans and the bowl, and walked our stuff back into the kitchen just as his mom came in through the garage door.
"Hello honey." she greeted him, then looked over at me.
"Hi mom. This is my friend Brad, the kid I told you about." She looked at me again and smiled, apparently not at all bothered by me being two years older than her son.
"Hello Brad. Did you boys have fun today?"
"Yes, thanks." I replied, on my best behavior. She nodded, and turned to Cory.
"Is your brother home?" she asked.
"Nah, Brad and me were hangin' out together, so he went to be with his friends." His mom just nodded. I figured Cory was just covering for his older brother, maybe trying to bank some points with him for another time.
"Would your friend like to stay for dinner?" she asked generally at both of us. Cory looked over hopefully at me, and as much as I really wanted to hang around, I knew my mom would be expecting me home soon. But I sincerely thanked her for the offer, and as adults do, I said I would 'take a rain check on that'. She thought that was funny, and she laughed.
Cory walked me outside, and all butt begged me to stay for dinner. He even tried those puppy dog eyes on me again, but I really couldn't stay this time. He seemed genuinely disappointed.
"I had a blast today." he said, as we stood there in the front yard.
"Yeah, me too. It's really fun hanging out with you." I said honestly.
"So, you wanna do something tomorrow?" Cory suggested hopefully.
"Wish I could bud, but my mom has the day off tomorrow, and she wants me to go with her while she runs all her boring errands. Maybe if we get home in time, you and I can do something." Cory was rather disappointed, and to be honest, so was I. But I told him I would call him when we got back.
I hopped on my bike, ready to leave; Cory took a brief look back towards his house, then leaned over and gave me a quick, friendly little hug. We said goodbye, and I headed off toward home. I was, for the first time in weeks, feeling really happy...
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End of Part One
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There is one constant about being a boy, you have very little control over your life, and the things that happen in it. You may think you do, but the truth is, most of the big decisions or events that affect you are beyond your control.
When I was fourteen some big changes came into my life. None of them were expected; and my life, well, it pretty much changed forever. It was mid July, and school had let out for the summer just a few weeks past, and with it, my best friend disappeared from my life.
Aaron and I had been the very best of friends for the past five years. My dad had passed away back around that time, when I was nine, and he had worked with Aaron's father. That's when we had started hanging out, and became best friends. There were other kids I hung around with of course, but I could get by without most of them. I didn't know how I would manage without Aaron.
His dad had been transferred several months back, to West Virginia of all places; and as soon as the school year ended. Aaron and his mom moved to go and join him, half way across the country, but it may as well have been half way around the world as far as I was concerned. My best friend was gone, and despite promises of staying in touch, and getting together again, it didn't take a genius to know that nothing would ever be the same again.
My name is Brad, and I guess I'm a fairly normal fourteen year old boy. I'm a little short for my age I suppose. I'm only five foot four, but, I'm quite fit, and pretty athletic.
I've got light brown hair, and even though its not that long, my mom keeps pestering me to get it cut. I was hoping for a growth spurt to come along this summer, because most of the other boys my age are all starting to grow.
But I guess I'm still in the middle stages of puberty, and things are changing. There's no real hair on my arms and legs yet, just that soft blond peach fuzz that all kids have. I'm circumcised, and my boy package hasn't fully developed either; at least I hope not. I have just a small, tight patch of soft brown pubes starting to grow in above my dick, but nothing growing on my nuts yet. Still waiting for that growth spurt to kick in...
Anyway, there I was, doing just as I had done most every day for the past few weeks since Aaron moved. I had walked over to the Jr. High School, and was around back where the outdoor play area and basketball hoops were. There was no one around, since school had let out the place was always kind of deserted, which suited me just fine.
I just wanted to be alone, you know. Aaron and I used to shoot hoops here all the time, and in some weird way this helped me to feel connected to him. I was really having a rough time adjusting to losing him, and nothing seemed to matter much to me anymore. We were best friends. And right now, I felt rather alone. Abandoned.
Today, nothing seemed to be going right. My mom had nagged at me to go out and do something, instead of moping around the house, like I'd been doing since school let out. So I came here to the school to shoot some hoops. Standing there alone, I was starting to feel sorry for myself again. Shit, I couldn't even hit a basket. I had missed like five shots in a row, and then I threw up a brick of a shot that careened off the rim and bounced back into my face. And that was it, that's all it took.
I screamed out in anger, kicked the ball away, and I began to cry... Huge racking sobs of sadness just took hold of me, and I sat down with my back against the brick wall, pulled my knees up tight to my chest, and wrapping my arms around them, I buried my head and wept.
It was the loss of my best friend; and the loneliness that had wrapped around me like a squeezing fist. But it was more than that. It was also about the loss of my dad. Why did people have to abandon you? I was angry. I was angry at Aaron for leaving me, angry at my dad for leaving me, angry at everything. I knew full well that neither of them had any choice. It was fate, destiny, or some other cosmic force of nature just screwing with me. It was what it was; but I was hurting and I just needed something to blame...
I sat that way for quite a while, until out of nowhere I heard a soft voice. Startled, I looked up, and through bleary red eyes I saw a younger boy standing about twenty feet away, just looking at me. I had seen him before, somewhere in the neighborhood I think, but I couldn't place him. He was about twelve years old, with fairly long blond hair.
"Are you okay?" The boy asked again, just as softly as before. But, I was embarrassed because he'd seen me crying.
"What do you care?" I snapped at him, far more harshly than I had intended. I got up wiping my eyes. "Look, just... Just leave me alone." I said more quietly, as I turned away from him. Yeah, now on top of my other worries, someone had seen my crying like a little school girl.
"Sorry..." The boy said softly. "I just felt bad, seeing you there like that. So, are you okay?" I wiped my eyes again. No... No I wasn't ok. I was hurting, and it sucked. Without looking back at him I just started running. I heard him saying something else to me, but I wasn't going to stop and find out what it was; I just kept running.
I really don't even remember what I did the rest of that day. I ran home, grabbed my bike and just rode around for awhile I guess. I went and played a few games at the video arcade, but none of it was really any fun. I was in a piss poor frame of mind, and after awhile I just went home and laid around in my bedroom listening to some tunes on my IPod. That's about the time I suddenly remembered that I had left my good basketball back at the school. Great! Life just keeps getting better and better.
I hopped off my bed, and quickly slipping into my shoes, I headed out the front door, hoping that no one had stolen my ball. I slammed the door behind me as I went out, and managed about two steps, before I stopped. Sitting right there, in the middle of my front porch, was my basketball.
My eyebrows scrunched for a second, as I wondered how my ball had gotten there. And then it hit me, of course. The little cute blond haired kid from the school. He must have brought it back. I was a bit confused though. Because how did he know where I lived? I knew that I had seen him somewhere around the neighborhood, but, I just couldn't put my finger on where.
I scooped up my ball, and glanced around, wondering when he might have brought it back. A small smile crossed my lips. That was kind of a cool thing to do, I thought; and now I felt even worse that I had been so short with him at the school. I hoped to see him around, so that I could apologize, and thank him for returning my ball.
The next day dawned brightly, and I guess I was feeling a little better. I decided I'd walk down the block, and just for a touch of nostalgia, I'd go over just to look at my best friend Aaron's empty house. It might help to make me feel a little connected to him somehow. I threw on a pair of shorts and a tank top, slid into my flip flops, and headed off down the block.
It was a fantastic summer day, and even in my funk, it was hard to be in too shitty of a mood. I turned the corner at the end of my street, crossing over to the next block as I made my way to Aaron's. As I walked up his road, I heard some other kids, playing basketball in the back yard of one of the nearby houses.
As I walked past, I happened to glance back between the house and the driveway, and what I saw made me stop right where I was. There, in the back yard was the same blond haired kid, shooting hoops with some of his friends. Of course. This is where I had seen him before. He lived just down the street from where my friend Aaron had lived. Duh...
The boy chanced to look over and see me standing there. I nodded my head once, and held up my basketball. I just wanted him to know that I appreciated his returning it to me. The boy smiled and raised his hand briefly, in a timid wave. I smiled back, and turned to continue up the block.
When I got to Aaron's former driveway, I just stopped and stood blankly for a moment, looking sadly at the 'For Sale' sign, still in the yard. I'd spent a lot of time here. Shooting hoops in the driveway, messing around together after school. And there were a lot of great sleepovers here as well. Not sure if these memories made me feel better, or made me feel even worse.
I glanced over at the basketball hoop, and suddenly I missed him more than ever. Walking over to it, I lowered the backboard, and then took the net down off of the rim, and shoved it into my pocket. I figured I would mail it to Aaron, so that he could put it up at their new house.
I walked around to the back of the house, and cupped my hands near my eyes as I peered through the window of what had been Aaron's bedroom. How many sleepovers had there been here? I smiled to myself a little, thinking about the times we lay on his bed, and jacked off together to dirty magazines.
I don't know what came over me then, but, I just wanted to be closer somehow. I put my hands up on the window, and wiggled it around a bit, until the latch came loose, and I was able to slide it open. I wasn't trying to break in or anything, after all the place was empty. No, I just needed to be there.
I hopped up onto the sill, and hoisted myself inside of Aaron's room, sliding the window shut behind me. I stood there looking around at the bare walls, and the empty room, and I sighed. Suddenly the feeling of loneliness crept over me again. I walked over to where his bed had been and leaned my back against the wall; then slid down it to sit there quietly on the floor. How was it that a fourteen year old could feel so desperately alone?
I sat there for about fifteen minutes; old memories drifting through my mind like lazy ghosts. I missed him... For some stupid reason, stupid even for me, I suddenly felt the urge to jack off one last time in his room. We had done it so many times, right here, in this very spot, just looking at those magazines, or searching the net for dirty pics. Just one last time, I thought....
I slipped my shorts down, and closing my eyes I began to pleasure myself, quickly working my five inch boy boner into a frenzy. I could picture Aaron, jerking there beside me, and remembering the time we had even jerked each other... Shit that had been awesome... We'd even kissed each other once, just to see what it felt like. Pleasant memories, and secrets...
It didn't take long, and I shot my load, right there onto the carpet. And just as I finished, I had a weird feeling come over me. I looked up toward the window and I saw... Shit... A quick glimpse of someone moving away from the window.
My heart leaped out of my chest. "Oh shit...." I breathed, and I bolted to my feet, pulling up my shorts as I did so. I bolted out of the bedroom and down the hallway, my steps echoing oddly in the empty house. I headed toward the sliding glass door on the far side of the downstairs.
Flipping the latch up quickly, I slid the door open to make my escape; but standing there on the concrete patio, was the blond haired kid. We just stood there and looked at each other for a long moment, my heart still pounding, as I wondered just what he had seen.
"Hi." The boy offered quietly, and he grinned a boyishly cute grin.
"Uh, hi..." I responded stupidly. "I was just... Well, I used to know the kid who lived here." I stammered.
"I know." the boy said. "I remember seeing you here a lot." He looked toward the house. "So, what were you doing in there?" he asked innocently. I didn't know how to answer really. I was embarrassed, and a little put off by this little twelve year old kid asking me stuff. But the question seemed innocent enough.
"I don't know," I responded, "I just sort of missed my friend I guess." I looked at him closely, trying to gauge his reaction, and wondering what he'd really seen. He was a really cute kid, now that I saw him up close. He was about four inches shorter than I was, and he had the sweetest little smile, and shining green eyes. His messy blond hair hung over his ears, highlighting his soft thin cheeks and smallish upturned nose.
The boy was wearing a white tank top over his shorts, and he looked very lean and boyish, yet he had nice strong looking shoulders and arms at the same time. His skin had a nice tanned, warm glow that sometimes you don't see on blond kids. It really made him look, well, fine... I don't know what it was, or why I was seeing him this way, because it's not like I'm into boys or anything, but... Something about him was very attractive to me. He just had that cute, cool look about him.
"Um, hey, thanks for returning my basketball to me. That was you, right?" He nodded and beamed that charming boyish grin again, which made me smile. "So, how did you know where I lived, to bring it back?"
"Oh, I've seen you turn in there sometimes when I'm walking home from school." He answered.
"Cool." I nodded. "So, my name is Brad." I offered, holding out my fist to bump knuckles with him.
"Yeah, I know. My name is Cory." He responded, as he bumped fists with me, and once again he grinned at me with that awesome boyish grin. "Hey, you wanna' come over and shoot some hoops with me?" Cory asked. I smiled at him, then looked down to my flip flops.
"Mm... Maybe another time." I said, indicating my lack of proper footwear. "I better get home anyway. But, we can shoot around sometime if you want. I'm over at the school a lot."
"I know..." Cory smiled.
"You know that too? Seems like you've been stalking me or something." I joked. But Cory had a surprised, almost hurt look on his face. "I'm kidding dude." I added quickly, smiling at him. He hesitated a moment, then grinned back.
We went around to the front yard together, and walked slowly down the block till we got to Cory's house. I couldn't help but look at the cute youngster again. What was it about this younger tow headed kid that I found so intriguing?
"Well... See ya." I told him, after we stood there for several seconds.
"Yeah see ya." he replied with a little wave, as I turned and started to walk away. "You really miss your friend, don't you?" He called out to me. I stopped, and glanced back at him with a sigh.
"Yeah. Yeah I really do." I mumbled softly. And then all I could do was walk away; before I started to cry.
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The next morning when I woke up, it was with the usual case of morning wood. And I vaguely remembered having a weird dream. Of all things, I think I dreamed about the cute blond kid, Cory. I stretched away the nights slumber with a yawn, and slid my hand down under the sheets, to lay it across my stiff boylike tool. As I lay there, I started to remember my dream.
Yeah, in the dream Cory had been standing outside the window watching me as I jacked off in Aaron's bedroom. The thing is, in the dream, Cory seemed to be grinding his hips against the wall as he watched me. How crazy was that?
I tried to put it out of my mind, and get on with the business of pleasuring myself, but I kept coming back to thinking about the blond kid, and just how boyishly cute he was. This was just too weird for me at the moment, so after a few minutes of trying, I decided that I could choke my chicken later; and I let my penis go soft in my hand. I stretched again, and dragged myself out of bed.
After a quick shower, I pulled on a pair of old worn shorts, and strolled to the kitchen. My mom had long since left for work, so just like every morning I rummaged through the fridge to find something to eat. I didn't really feel like fixing anything, so I settled on a bowl of Frosted Flakes, and a banana. Looking out the kitchen window, I saw that it was going to be another warm summer day.
Then I saw the note from my mom on the table, 'reminding' me to take out the garbage, and wanting me to do some yard work today. I rolled my eyes (almost mandatory when receiving orders from parents) and sighed heavily. Never the less, I decided to get it over with, and headed outside to mow the lawn before it got too hot.
When I had finished my chores, I scooped up my basketball, hopped on my bike and headed over to the school intending to shoot hoops. It was deserted as usual, so I dropped my bike and stepped onto the outdoor court. I shot around for awhile, and did a lot of running, until covered in sweat I finally sat down against the cool brick building for a little breather.
As I sat there looking at the empty court, I began wondering what my best friend Aaron might be doing at this very moment. I wondered if he thought about me... And right on queue, the lonely feelings washed over me again. Those unsettled ghosts had taken flight in my head again...
I closed my eyes, and wondered if any of this would ever change. My mind wandered again and I began to day dream about things; and, I suppose that after a time I may have dozed off in the cool of the shade. I don't know how long I had been sitting there like that, when seemingly out of nowhere, I felt a soft, warm touch on my arm. I opened my eyes, and sitting cross legged right there in front of me was the cute blond boy Cory. His hand was resting softly on my forearm, and he had a rather sad smile on his face.
"Hi Brad." he almost whispered it. "You're still feeling lonely, huh?" he asked, as he pulled his hand away. I looked into his soft green eyes. There was a look of understanding there, compassion even. I wondered how a twelve year old boy could possibly 'get' what I was going through; but somehow it made me feel a little better.
"Hey." I greeted him, and managed a slight smile. He beamed then, and stood up.
"Come on." he said, "Shoot some hoops with me okay..." He reached out his hand offering to help me up. I took hold of it and he pulled me upright, where I stood, still holding his hand and looking at him for a second. It felt like... Well, it felt like he was reaching out to me, in more ways than one. He ran out onto the court and picked up the basket ball that I had left laying there, and he tossed it over to me. "Let's see you hit one from there." he challenged.
I smiled, took two quick dribbles and put up a twenty footer that banged both sides of the rim, and barely dropped through. "Cake..." I grinned, as if I could hit that shot every time. And then we started shooting around. Cory wasn't bad, and for the next hour we ran around feeding each other the ball, tossing up shots, and playing several games of one on one, and horse. And somewhat surprisingly, I was having fun...
We had both long since taken off our shirts, and as we played I was struck by how nice his young body looked. This little twelve year old was fit, and with his tanned skin, the sweat that covered him had a golden sheen to it in this light. I was surprised also, because even though he was at least four inches shorter than I was, and quite a bit smaller physically, he didn't seem to be intimidated by my size; and he bumped bodies with me to hold his ground as we played.
"Hold on a sec," he said urgently, "I gotta' pee." He walked only a few feet off the court, and hooking a thumb under the waistband of his shorts, he yanked them down in front and began taking whiz right there in the grass. His shorts had pulled down a little in the back as well, and I saw that he had a very distinct and nice looking tan line, low on his waist. I could see a couple of inches of his white butt cheeks, and... And an odd feeling of interested arousal came over me. I was intrigued.
He finished, and as he shook himself off, he innocently began turning back toward the court, just beginning to pull his shorts back up. I caught the briefest glimpse of his young boy stuff. If I didn't mention it before, well, I was intrigued. We played for another half an hour or so, and even though I could have played harder, this wasn't about beating the kid; it was about having some fun, and forgetting my worries for awhile.
I was loving this. It was the first time in a long while that I was actually enjoying myself. Cory was fun, and he had a great sense of humor that really got me laughing a couple of times. But it was more than that. I was feeling some kind of connection with this little guy. We played a little while longer, until both of us were feeling kind of worn out; so after one last game, we called it quits for the day. We stood there, hands on our knees, catching our breaths and covered in sweat.
"That was a blast." Cory said, looking over at me. And, as we began to walk off the court, I put my hand on his bare shoulder.
"Thanks!" I told him, looking him sincerely in the eyes. "I really needed that, you know." He smiled warmly at me.
"I did too..." he said curiously and without explanation. And without any warning he leaned in to me and put his arm around my waist, hugging himself awkwardly to me. It caught me off guard a little. I was surprised, but, what surprised me even more; I put my arms around his shoulders and shared a meaningful hug with him. It felt like... Well, a moment of grace.
He pulled away, both of us with a little embarrassed smile, and we gathered up our shirts and wiped the sweat off of our faces. I slipped my shirt back on, and walked over to pick up my basketball.
"I better get home." Cory said, as he pulled his red tee shirt over his head.
"Sure," I answered. "Come on, I'll walk with you." And picking up my bike, we walked back toward our neighborhood. We talked along the way, and the more we did, the more I liked this little guy. He was funny, and smart; and he listened, taking a sincere interest in the things that I said to him. I liked him. I like him a lot...
When we got back to my neighborhood, we walked up toward my house and I dropped my bike in the driveway. "You wanna' come in?" I asked. "We've got some Gator Aid and stuff, if you're thirsty."
"Sure. But I can't stay too long. My mom's coming home from work early to take me to the dentist."
"That sucks!" I replied knowingly, as we headed into the house and made our way into the kitchen. I opened the fridge and asked, "What flavor you want?"
"I don't care." he shrugged, "We can split one if you want." So I grabbed one and twisted off the cap, and then handed it to Cory.
"Thanks..." he said, as he lifted it to his lips and took several long swallows. He handed it back to me, and I took the bottle and gulped down quite a bit of it, with Cory watching me intently.
"What?" I asked, seeing the amused little grin on his face as I handed the bottle back to him.
"Nuthin..." he smirked, and he quickly gulped down the rest; the last bit of it dribbling down his chin. I laughed at him, and without thinking about it I reached out and wiped it off his chin. He smiled that incredible smile at me. I showed him around our house, and then took him back to my bedroom.
"Cool room." he said, nodding his approval. "Oh dude, you have a flat screen TV in here." He grinned and looked over at me. "That's so cool..." I showed him the rest of my stuff, and he seemed genuinely interested in everything. We hung out for another twenty minutes or so, just talking about stuff.
I found out that he lived with his mom, and an older brother, who was fifteen. His parents had gotten divorced about a year and a half back, and he didn't see his dad much. There was a three year age difference between him and his brother, and apparently they more or less just tolerated each other, not having much in common.
His brother's name was Mark, and, as I thought about it, I kind of knew who he was from school. He was a year up from me, and as I recalled, he was kind of a dick. I got the feeling that this is why I felt so connected to Cory; both of us knew what it was to feel alone.
Finally Cory needed to head for home, so I walked down the block with him. We agreed to maybe hang out again tomorrow, maybe shooting some hoops at the school again; and with that, I watched after him as he ran off up his street.
The next morning after my usual routine, a little indulgent self boy play, a shower, breakfast, and a few chores, I pulled on a pair of shorts and a tank top, then slipped into my flip flops and headed out the door. It was just after ten, and I had agreed I would come over to Cory's house around then.
Riding my bike, I rounded the corner and rode up to his house. I saw him, just standing there in his front yard. He was playing with a small dog there in the grass. Cory was barefoot, and wearing a pair of short nylon sport shorts and tee shirt. A big grin spread his lips when he saw me; which made me feel good to think that he was really glad to have me come over.
"Hi Brad." he beamed, running over to meet me.
"Hey dude." I answered, and laughed as his dog bounced eagerly around my heels, barking excitedly.
"This is Duke. He's our dog. I got off my bike and played with the dog for a several seconds. "So, whatcha' want to do today?" Cory asked.
"Whatever you want. We can go ride bikes around for awhile, if you want. And later we can hit the arcade. Maybe even catch a movie if you're into it."
"Ok, but... I only have a few bucks to spend." he admitted.
"No problem bud. One thing I do get is a big allowance, so I've got enough money for the both of us. My treat today, ok?!" Cory grinned, appreciating my offer.
After he took his dog into the back yard, we hopped on our bikes and rode around. Funny, when you're a kid, you don't really need a reason, or a destination. Just riding around aimlessly seems to be enough. There were some trails nearby in the woods, and we rode around there for well over an hour. After that, we headed over to the mall, and I bought us something to eat there in the food court.
Cory and I thought about going to a movie, but none of them were starting soon, so we decided we could do that another time, and we went back to Cory's house to shoot some hoops in his back yard. Nothing serious, since both of us were just wearing flip flops, and after a short time we decided to go inside.
No one else was home of course. His mom, like mine, had to work all day. And though Cory's brother was technically supposed to hang around and keep an eye on him, Cory said that he never did. His brother was rarely home, always hanging out with his older friends. But in truth, that suited Cory just fine.
"Wanna' watch a movie here then?" Cory asked me. "We can make some popcorn and stuff."
"Sure, that sounds good to me." I nodded. So we picked out a DVD and went into the kitchen to gather up some goodies to munch on. With the popcorn done, and smelling wonderful, we took our stuff into their family room and kicked off our flip flops.
They had a nice sized TV and Bose sound system set up there, and Cory turned everything on. He hopped up onto a big comfortable looking lounge chair, and then grinned at me.
"Here..." he said, "There's room for both of us. I smiled at him, and sat in the big easy chair beside him. It really was a big, comfortable chair, and you could stretch your legs out on the footrest. We sat there, our arms touching nicely, and our bare legs sprawled out so close that I could feel his smooth warm skin against mine.
He looked over at me, with the most tender look on his face. He seemed to be really happy, and I suddenly realized that I was really enjoying myself in his company. I never would have thought that I would find a friend in a twelve year old boy, but I really liked him.
He started the movie, and we settled in, munching our snacks as we watched the movie together. About half way through the movie, Cory innocently rested his head against my shoulder.
I felt, well, funny somehow; but in a good way. It was comfortable being with him like this. I could tell that he was longing for a little human contact, and somehow it felt like we'd known each other for a long time. Without really thinking about it, and simply wanting to reciprocate that connection between us, I rolled my bare foot to the side toward his; the top of my foot gently touching the bottom of Cory's. I don't know if he was even aware of it, but he softly stroked his toes against mine, and... Well, it felt soothing somehow, that's all.
I looked over at Cory. He was still focused on the movie, with his foot rubbing apparently just innocently in a natural reaction to the physical contact. Obviously, he felt really comfortable with me as well. This was wonderful, but odd in a way, because I found that I was thoroughly enjoying his soft touch. In fact, I was enjoying it so much that I was starting to bone up. Embarrassed, I settled the bowl of popcorn near my crotch to try and hide my erect boyhood.
Cory hadn't seemed to notice, and even though I didn't want to, I rolled my foot away from his, not understanding what I was feeling, or why I was getting aroused. Getting horned up because of contact with another boy? What was that all about? And the strange part of it was; it felt so fantastic that I just wanted to do it again.
We watched the rest of the movie, even though I was more than a bit distracted the whole time. When the movie was over, Cory flipped around, laying out across the lounge chair, reaching for the remote. He was lying on his belly with his legs slightly apart.
My eyes naturally drifted up his sweet hairlessly smooth bare legs, up to his small butt, which was covered only with the thin layer of his shorts. The tautness of them revealed his firm, well rounded buns. I swallowed, once again feeling oddly excited by the sight of his backside, and the smooth bronze skin of his bare legs.
"What do you want to watch now?" his boyish voice broke me from my trance, and I shook my head as if to clear it.
"Oh, uhh... Doesn't matter I guess. What ever you want is fine." I looked at his back, as he flipped through the channels, and I noticed there were several pieces of popcorn kind of crunched and stuck on his shirt. "Dude, you've got popcorn stuck to you." And I reached forward to brush it off his back, as he looked back over his shoulder at me.
"Thanks," he smiled warmly. "Mmm, that feels pretty good," he said, as I continued to rub his back, getting the last of the popcorn off. He looked back at me again, "Hey, um, I don't suppose you'd want to scratch my back would you. I really love a good back scratch." And then he gave me one of those, pleading puppy dog looks, that just made me laugh.
"Yeah, I guess I can do that." I told him. He smiled warmly and then settled on a channel to watch; then positioned himself on the lounge chair in front of me. I was sitting just to the side, behind him, my legs spread to the sides, with his butt just there in front of me. He let his lower legs lay innocently across my thigh. I leaned forward a little, and began rubbing his back while we watched TV.
"Mmm, that's excellent!" he mumbled, laying his head on his hands, not really watching the TV anymore. "I love it when my mom scratches my back." he sighed. And as I continued scratching, he reached back over his shoulder and pulled his tee shirt up over his head, exposing the soft tanned skin of his back.
Clearly he felt quite comfortable with me, as my fingertips continued to work over the warm soft skin of his bare back. He skin was so smooth, and it didn't take long before I had begun to bone up once again...
I was fourteen, and like all boys this age, I was always on the edge of getting a hard-on anyway; but this was a little confusing to me. I understood that hey physical contact with another person was kind of stimulating, and that part made sense, but this was more than that. I wasn't just aroused by the contact; I was genuinely feeling attracted to him.
We continued this for about fifteen minutes, until suddenly we heard a car door closing out in the driveway. "Oh... That must be my mom." Cory said, and standing up he quickly pulled his shirt back on. We picked up our empty soda cans and the bowl, and walked our stuff back into the kitchen just as his mom came in through the garage door.
"Hello honey." she greeted him, then looked over at me.
"Hi mom. This is my friend Brad, the kid I told you about." She looked at me again and smiled, apparently not at all bothered by me being two years older than her son.
"Hello Brad. Did you boys have fun today?"
"Yes, thanks." I replied, on my best behavior. She nodded, and turned to Cory.
"Is your brother home?" she asked.
"Nah, Brad and me were hangin' out together, so he went to be with his friends." His mom just nodded. I figured Cory was just covering for his older brother, maybe trying to bank some points with him for another time.
"Would your friend like to stay for dinner?" she asked generally at both of us. Cory looked over hopefully at me, and as much as I really wanted to hang around, I knew my mom would be expecting me home soon. But I sincerely thanked her for the offer, and as adults do, I said I would 'take a rain check on that'. She thought that was funny, and she laughed.
Cory walked me outside, and all butt begged me to stay for dinner. He even tried those puppy dog eyes on me again, but I really couldn't stay this time. He seemed genuinely disappointed.
"I had a blast today." he said, as we stood there in the front yard.
"Yeah, me too. It's really fun hanging out with you." I said honestly.
"So, you wanna do something tomorrow?" Cory suggested hopefully.
"Wish I could bud, but my mom has the day off tomorrow, and she wants me to go with her while she runs all her boring errands. Maybe if we get home in time, you and I can do something." Cory was rather disappointed, and to be honest, so was I. But I told him I would call him when we got back.
I hopped on my bike, ready to leave; Cory took a brief look back towards his house, then leaned over and gave me a quick, friendly little hug. We said goodbye, and I headed off toward home. I was, for the first time in weeks, feeling really happy...
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End of Part One
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