Date: Fri, 25 Jul 2003 09:34:06 EDT
From: NOVeLNAC@aol.com
Subject: Southern Nights part one

Hey guys.  This is my first shot at "erotic" writing.  E-mail me at
NOVeLNAC@aol.com and tell me what you think.

Hi there.  My name is Samuel Evans, Sam for short.  For those who care, I'm
short for my age (which would be 18).  I'm only 5'4" (5'4" 1/2 on a good
day), and stand at 148 pounds, the majority of it muscle gained from years
of both hockey and lacrosse.  My hair is a shaggy blonde and my eyes a
hazel that leans more towards green.  At the current time that I write to
you I have graduated from high school.  I'm "grown up" now, for what it's
worth.  The class of 2003 has come and gone, but my story goes back many,
many years.  Go back four years to my first year of high school, when I was
shorter, less confident and... well... a dork.

	It was mid-1998.  It was hot as hell here in South Carolina.  More
than anything, it was the humidity that got to one rather than the heat.
No matter how you looked at it, the whole situation sucked.  My first year
in high school and here I was, sweating me ass off in hot, musty, dumpy
trailers.  And it was only 7:45 am; it was bound to get worse!  Now, as I
mentioned, I was a bit of a dork.  I was the first one to my class, English
class.  I took a seat on the middle and to the left in the five rows of six
chairs, crammed into the trailer.  Soon after, many more came piling in.  I
found my friends, they found me and all was right with the seating world.
Around the room, seats were taken by the people they knew.  The bell rang
at 7:55 and people slowly stopped arriving, but my friends were around me
so I didn't notice.  It was then the teacher, Mrs. Dobson, spoke.  "Good
afternoon students.  Welcome to Knightsville High..."

	The teacher trailed off as my ADD took over.  My eyes wandered
around the room, taking in the sights such as those stupid inspirational
signs ("You miss school, you miss out!") and the trinkets she had acquired
over the years from past students.  Minutes passed, the National Anthem and
Pledge of Allegiance was played.  We stood up and sat down at the
appropriate times.  Life was good until, "Now children... assigned seat
time."  A normal collective groan came from over the class.  Everyone was
assigned their seats in the alphabetical order until E.  My name was
called; I sat in my assigned seat around no one I knew.  The year would be
long.  "Heather Fay," Mrs. Dobson said.  From the front of the class I saw
her come.  Heather Fay... she had been in my gym class in 8th grade.  I
doubt she remembered me.

	Heather had something about her.  She was a girl next-door, classic
beauty.  Someone everyone would feel free to call "cute" no matter his or
her choice of size and shape.  She was small, around 5'1".  She had to be,
she was one of the JV cheerleaders.  She weighed no more than 90 pounds.
She had the prettiest blonde hair and nicest blue eyes.  Not to mention
those lovely thighs and gorgeous ass that came from years of gymnastics and
dancing.  Not only that, but she had the cutest little toes (one of my
guilty pleasures in life is girls' toes, not sucking them, but I think
they're cute).  As she approached, I shyly glanced over her.  She took a
seat behind me.  "Hey Evan." She said as she set up her desk, "Hey
Heather..." I replied, somewhat meekly.  Maybe this year wouldn't be so
long after all.

	The first week of high school passed rather uneventfully for me.
Heather and I talked a few times.  Turns out she did remember me.  My best
memory was going against her in softball.  She was pitching, I was hitting.
The at bat before, I screamed a long shot into the field.  It was a home
run, no doubt.  This was against a different pitcher, but I was bound to do
the same thing, all to impress her.  I failed miserably, grounding out to
second.  Bah humbug.  This was never brought up, but she did mention her
football player boyfriend, Eric.  Naturally I was envious.  But in the
world of High School, that's the way life is.  The football players get the
cheerleaders and ROTC dorks such as myself (seemed like a good idea when
they came to middle school and put on a fancy show, honest!) got the
leftovers.

	That Friday night I had my friend Stan over.  Stan was supposed to
be in the same grade as I, but he was lazy.  He did virtually no work and
thus failed.  He was back in middle school another year.  Stan is about
5'9", a little on the chunky side with black hair and brown eyes.  Somehow
he had managed to bag a few girlfriends in the years we were in middle
school together, yet I hadn't.  I chalked it up to the Italian in him.
Stan and I were busily doing teenage stuff.  It was around ten and night,
we were in my room and talking about, what else?  Girl's and sex.  He'd had
the girls, but not had the sex.  I'd had fantasies.  Did I forget to
mention that I was a shy dork?

	A knock came at my door.  "Yeah?"  The door opened and in came my
mom.  "I'm going to bed guys.  Keep it down, all right?"  "Yeah mom, sure."
The door was once again shut.  We talked for another fifteen minutes and,
it seems, at the same time realized it was very, very warm in my room.
Stan had brought his swimsuit, and my back yard had supplied the pool.
Naturally, on the warm and humid South Carolinian nights, the pool was the
perfect thing to do.  Once my suit was on, I was quickly in the pool.
Naturally, Stan was not far behind.

	The pool water was just perfect.  We swam, hit each other with
Noodles, and floated on the assorted rafts and such that was available.
For a while it was comfortably silent.  Then the urge hit me.  I slipped
off of the raft and into the water, then out of the pool.  "I'll be back.
Gotta piss!" I said as I ran into the house and into the bathroom.  I did
my business and came back out.  The house was freezing and I only wanted to
get back into the bath-water pool.  I ran from the porch, to the deck, and
did an impressive (if I say so myself) dive into the pool.  I came up to
the surface, brushing water from my eyes.  I shook the water from my head
and saw something

I gasped for a second when I realized that his swimsuit was floating next
to me in the warm waters.  I had been skinny dipping before, but only by
myself.  I'm an only child, and the only other person in the household was
my mother.  No way I'm skinny dipping with her.  Stan was in the raft and I
could see nothing, only his matted black hair in the dim moonlight.  I
swallowed, my heart beating heavily.  "Stan?" I asked.  "Yeah man?"  I
looked at him as he slowly drifted into view.  "Um... you missing
something?"  He crawled out of the raft and into the water before saying
anything.  Once into the warmth of the pool he said, "Nah... not missing
it..." with a smirk.  "Come on.  It's weird being the only one."

	I thought for a moment and shrugged to myself.  Why the hell not?
Off came my trunks, onto the porch.  He followed suite, tossing his trunks
next to mine.  "Are you saying you've never gone skinny dipping?" he asked
me, with that same smirk.  "Oh yeah... plenty of times.  Just not with
anyone before... is all..."  I cleared my throat as I slowly finished my
sentence.  For a moment there was an air of awkward silence.  It was broken
up, however, by the sound of a Noodle narrowly missing my head and
splashing into the water.  Things went about as usual for the next half an
hour, when we both decided the pool had run it's course and that it was
time to get out.

	Stan was the first one out, only wrapping himself in a towel and
not bothering with a suit.  The only thing I could get a glimpse of was his
ass, and it was nothing to look at.  I was after, putting on my towel and
laying our suits out to dry.  "Wanna play GoldenEye?" he asked.  "Sure
thing.  Lead the way."

	We had made our way back up into my room and I was busily setting
up the Nintendo 64 so that we could death match in GoldenEye.  "Which level
do you want?" I asked as I turned around.  Stan was naked, using the towel
to dry his mess of hair out.  I couldn't help myself but look.  Especially
since his eyes were covered by the towel.  Then I saw his cock.  It was
nothing special to the casual observer, but this was a first for me.
Stan's penis was uncircumcised.  All my life it'd just been myself and
mine, except for those innocent baths as four and five year olds with my
friends in Maryland.  This was the first uncut cock I'd ever seen.  It's
intrigued me, and I couldn't help but stare.  "Just set it for random." was
his muffled reply.  I did so and then went back to his member.  He tossed
the towel away and my attention quickly shot back to the TV screen.

	Stan sat next to me casually, his naked body calling to me.  I love
to be naked, but this was the first time I had been naked with anyone other
than myself.  "What have we here?" Stan asked, that smirk returning as his
eyes gazed downward.  I followed his gaze and, I'm sure, blushed deeply
when I realized that I had a rather large tent in my towel.  "I, uh... I
love this game..." I said, that meekness coming back out in me.  He
chuckled softly and said sharply, "Take off the damn towel.  It's nothing
either of us haven't seen."  Somewhat helplessly, I did as requested.  My
member stood out five inches and was about an inch thick.  I guessed it was
okay for a 14 year old.

	I went about my way, albeit nervously, at the game.  We played a
handful of games when Stan said, "Let's make a bet.  The first one to three
deaths has to be the other ones slave for the rest of the night and day."
Perplexed, I agreed to the deal.  Of course, damned if it wasn't the first
time Stan had beaten me not twice, but three times at the game.  I figured
some menial tasks were at hand, but I was wrong.

	"Okay... lie down and close your eyes."  He didn't bother to turn
off the game he just went for it.  Being as I was the slave, I did as told.
I lie there, not knowing what to expect when I felt a hand wrap around my
semi-soft cock.  I tensed a bit as he stroked me slowly.  Soon I was hard
as a rock and throbbing.  I was somewhat disappointed when his hand left my
cock and left me there, eyes closed, erect, and wondering.  I felt
something warm and soft come over my head and down my shaft.  It was also
wet and started to run around my shaft and head quickly in a circle.  My
hips thrust forward and I let out a silent gasp as I grabbed at the sheets.
To hell with being a slave!  My eyes shot open and I saw his mouth over my
cock.  It was half way in as his head bobbed slowly, his tongue rolling
around my member.  My hips thrust into his mouth and I began to groan.
Things began to get intense.  I saw bright lights all around as my hips
thrust more.  My breath was getting shorter.  I knew I was about to cum.  I
was so close... and he stopped.

	I looked down at him with furious and curious eyes.  Why had he
done that?  Why had he stopped?  "Your turn."  With that, he lie down.  His
uncut cock, something about it enticed me to go ahead.  It curved, almost
like a banana.  Oh, mine did too, but his did so at a more severe degree.
"Just like I did."

	I nodded and swallowed nervously as I began to stroke his hard
member.  It was the first one other than mine I'd touched.  I curved so
oddly, and the head poked a little bit out of the foreskin.  I pulled the
foreskin back to look at the head.  Mine was light pink and more of a dome.
His was a dark, almost purple and seemed to be almost pointed like an
arrow.

My lips slowly closed around his member.  I paused for half a second as the
taste of his skin and the salty yet somewhat sweet pre-cum filled my mouth.
I then began to bob up and down slowly, his tongue rolling circles around
the head and shaft slowly.  My hand cupped his balls and rolled them around
as I found a rhythm with which I was comfortable.  Up and down, slowly, but
dutifully as his hips began to thrust his cock deeper into my mouth.  He
wasn't very long, four and a half at most, so I was in no danger of
gagging.  That warm, throbbing member slipped in and out of my lips quicker
with each growing minute.  He didn't moan, but his breathing was heavier
and heavier.  I knew what was coming (pardon the pun) but could only hope
that he would tell me to stop when the time was right.

Closer and closer he was coming to his peak.  His thrusts were getting
closer together as my mouth did it's best to do it's job.  He then let out
a soft moan of, "... stop..." which I quickly agreed to.  I felt bad
though.  He had left me on the brink and I couldn't do the same.

My hand squeezed that cock and began to pump it quickly.  He closed his
eyes and moaned again, his hips thrusting into the air.  His breathing
became faster and faster.  My eyes became glued to the cock as it twitched
a little, then the twitching came faster and faster.  Finally, his hips
suspended in the air and he groaned as his warm, thick cum shot out of his
cock and onto his stomach and my hand.  I pumped as much out of him as I
could, not really realizing what I was doing.  When he became soft, my hand
left its former resting place.

I lie down next to him and handed him a box of tissues.  He cleaned his
mess up and without warning began to stroke me again.  His other hand
cupped my balls as I had done to him.  Within the minute, my cum came
oozing out of my cock, into the air and onto his hand and my stomach, all
the while I was groaning in pure ecstasy.  I cleaned up my mess and looked
at him, warm and sweaty.  "Now what?" I asked tiredly.  "It's time to
sleep." He yawned as he covered himself up and I did to, but not before
stealing a feel of his soft member...