Date: Wed, 16 Oct 2002 17:46:26 +0000
From: . . <ckid2772@hotmail.com>
Subject: Life as a Boy

                                 Life as a Boy

                                   Chapter 1

	The last spasms of your climax end and Mr. Reynolds gets off his knees to
stand in front of you. He's a good looking man of about 34 years, a few
inches taller than you, brown hair, medium build, with a taste for early
teen boys 13 to 16 years old. You start looking for your things that are
scattered about the bedroom.
	"Tim you've got a great cock, the best I've ever had really," says Mr.
Reynolds as he stoops grabbing your shirt from the floor and handing it to
you. He proceeds to leave the room and you slip on your boxers and begin
looking for your pants.
	By the time you are fully clothed again Andrew Reynolds is back, handing
you a soda and 50 dollars.
	"Don't think that money is for the sex Tim, it's not, you aren't a whore
and I know that, it's for the raking and a little bonus because I like you,"
he says giving you a wink. "Sex should be shared between friends Timmy and
that's what we are, friends," and he bends down and gives you a big hug.
You've heard that one before, either way it really doesn't matter to you.
	"I've got to go Andy," you say, Mr. Reynolds wants you to call him Andy in
private. "My mom said dinner is at 6 tonight."
	"Alright, see you tomorrow hopefully Tim."
You pop open the soda as you head out the door of your neighbor's house and
walk three houses down the road to your own. Just in time for dinner.
You're a good looking boy, just turned 14 a few weeks ago. Mr. Reynolds
moved in about two years ago, and first had his way with you about a year ago.
You remember vividly the first time; you were a wide eyed 13 years old and
just beginning to have major sexual urges, Reynolds certainly new this. He
had asked you to help him rake the yard and do other chores, some of them
inside the house. When you went in the house to do some other chores there
was another boy there that you didn't know. He had said his name was Rick,
he was 17 and that he was doing chores too. Almost immediately he began
asking you sexual questions, about jacking off and what you thought about.
Truth was you didn't think about much when you jacked off, but Rick told you
he thought about boys.  Soon he started rubbing your crotch. You'd heard
about fags and homos but you'd never encountered one, and you had certainly
never been in a situation like this. You were hard instantly, you were 13
and had anyone touched you like that you would have gotten hard. Rick had
cleverly undone your pants and your cock was in his mouth in no time. Then
Mr. Reynolds had walked in and you had been embarrassed, but Mr. Reynolds
told you he wouldn't tell anyone if you did not tell anyone about him. He
explained that he knew about Rick and had done stuff with him too. Of course
you promised to never tell anyone about Andrew Reynolds. Rick finished you
off in a few minutes, you still remember what it felt like to spill your
seed in a boy's mouth the first time, and then Mr. Reynolds sucked Rick as
you watched. From then on you were Andy's and still are. You don't think
much of it, except that what he does is make you feel good, and even loved.
You're parents are loving, sure, but Mr. Reynolds makes you feel special and
different. Anyways Mr. Reynolds pays you well for the chores you do around
his house and he's well known in the community as a man involved in business
and as an avid churchgoer, certainly not a bad person to have in your
corner.
	At 14 you're a bit above the average height and weight for a boy your age,
5 feet 9 inches and 155 pounds. Mr. Reynolds says you have a great body, not
overly muscled but sleek and smooth, probably from sports. He is always
commenting what a fine cock you have, even though it's only 6 inches, which
you don't think is extraordinarily big or anything. It's uncut though and
that seemed to surprise Andrew Reynolds the first time. You've got short cut
brown hair and green eyes.
	At dinner your parents ask you how raking at Mr. Reynolds was today and you
tell them it sucked, which is true. The raking wasn't fun and Andy Reynolds
is certainly good at sucking. Later you tuck away the 50 dollars and hop
into bed. It's only 10:00 P.M. but you've got hockey tryouts tomorrow and
you need to be refreshed and ready to go.

	You awake a few minutes before your alarm goes off, you know the routine.
Get up, get dressed, get ready. Snatching a quick breakfast for yourself you
slip out the door leaving your book bag behind. You had decided long ago
that bringing books to class was a bad idea, you still manage A's and B's.
Every teacher hassles you about your day dreamy, care-free attitude but
every teacher writes great things about you in their progress reports, with
only a small blip about unused potential or a "could do better if he applied
himself more often but I know he's so busy with sports etc."
Your care-free attitude along with athletic ability and charisma make you
one of the most well-liked and popular kids in your class. You're a freshman
this year and have already managed to get to know a few seniors and juniors,
and many sophomores without really making an effort to get to that social
position. Maybe it's just that you don't act like the typical athletic snob
that makes people like you, you're really not sure yourself.
	You enter the school and head to your locker which is far away from your
homeroom class. At your locker there's a note from Kim, the girl with a
crush on you. You don't find her all that attractive, you don't find many
girls attractive in fact. Once in awhile you'll see a girl who catches your
eye, but that's pretty rare. You are attracted to guys more than girls
actually, you think it might have something to do with your relationship
with Mr. Reynolds, but even your attraction to guys is fairly rare. You are
only attracted to a few boys, and they always seem to be straight. When you
jack off you think mostly about the guys that seem to be just out of your
reach because they appear to be straight. If they were gay you know you
could have them but you just can't be sure that they are.
	You take Kim's note with you to homeroom and read it casually.

Dear Tim,
I know it's Monday but I would really like to hang out with you after
school. I'll talk to you after school by the main entrance.

Love,
Kim

	Unfortunately for her hockey is after school today and you'll be heading
over to the rink almost immediately after school. You feel bad for her
though and you'll try to see her before you leave.
	"What's that, a love letter?" asks a kid named Steve who sits beside you.
	"Well I don't know, what do all these hearts mean?" you ask him back as you
hold out the letter for him to look at.
	The kid laughs and turns away. You're usually upfront like that and people
usually respond well to it.
	You cruise through the day, class after class. Unfortunately you are in
advanced classes and you don't get to see too many of your friends during
the day, still you don't mind being with the smart kids, they are nicer than
a lot of the popular kids.
	In your free periods you play card games after doing your home work
quickly, using other people's books, paper and pens. Your friend Rob happens
to have this period free as well so you talk to him. Unfortunately you are
busy every day after school with hockey this week but you make plans to hang
out over the weekend. Rob has been a friend of yours for a long time. He's
big into football and you're big into soccer so that always makes for some
friendly disagreement. He's a pretty big guy, about 6'0 and 170 pounds,
sandy blond hair and blue eyes. He's 15 and a freshman like you.
	Pretty soon the school day is over and you head out the door of the school.
Kim is there as you expected.
	"Hi Tim," she says hopefully.
	"I'm sorry Kim, I can't hangout tonight, I've got tryouts all this week
after school," you say as sorrowfully as you can. You really like her as a
friend but you know she wants to complicate things.
	"Oh, that's right, I forgot!" she says. Kim's probably 5'8 and maybe 110
lbs. She has fairly long blond hair and blue eyes. You met her 3 years ago
at some party and she has been trying to find a way into your heart since.
"Alright Tim, well, I'll see you later. Maybe this weekend," she says as she
turns and hurries away.
	You look in the parking lot and spot your mom's car. She's driving you to
practice today. You hurry over to the car and hop in.

	At the rink you have to hurry and get dressed to make it out to the ice on
time. The first day of tryouts go smoothly as you expected, you're virtually
a lock for the team anyways because you played last year as an eighth
grader. You've been playing hockey for years and it comes naturally to you,
everyone says you make it look easy. The last couple years you spent a lot
of time traveling and playing different tournaments and you are well known
in the town for being one of the premiere players in the area, as well as
the state.
	After practice you get out of your equipment quickly and hop into the
showers. It's one of the best parts of practice for you because you get to
stock your memory full of foggy images of male bodies in the shower. You've
got good self-control so you rarely get so hard you can't find a way to
conceal it. You look at the older guys but they don't interest you as much
as the boys your age. Last year you were the only kid in your class to play
varsity but this year there should be a couple more. It's tryouts though so
there are many kids from your class. Really, besides checking them out a
little you don't think much of showering with the guys, it's become more of
a ritual habit than a sexual endeavor. Most hockey guys tend to be rough
around the edges and you aren't all that attracted to that. Occasionally,
though, you will crush on one or two of your teammates but you're convinced
that they are all straight.
	After you are dried off you get into your street clothes and head out of
the locker room. It's about 5:00 and your dad is waiting to take you home.

	You arrive at home in no time and there's not much to do before dinner so
you head over to Andy's for a quick blow job. Andy says you can come over
any chance you get because he likes blowing you so much. You figure to take
advantage of his open door policy whenever you get the urge.
After ringing the doorbell you wait patiently and are rewarded with a
smiling Andrew Reynolds at the door. He escorts you to his living room where
he closes the blinds and approaches you. You are already taking off your
pants and boxers leaving your hard manhood pointing at him. Andy gets on his
knees before you and grabs your cock guiding it into his mouth. You moan and
thrust yourself deeper into his throat closing your eyes tight. Andy's
tongue caresses the bottom of your cock head for a moment making you shiver
and then he deep throats you. You can already feel a climax building and
Andy apparently sees no reason to prolong the moment. You begin to thrust
into his mouth, pushing until you can feel your pubic hair touch his lips.
Andy sits still as you rhythmically grind your cock deep into his throat.
You turn your head a little and watch yourself fucking Andy's mouth in a
mirror on the wall of the living room. You can see your bubble butt flexing
and your cock sliding in and out of Andy's mouth as you thrust into his
mouth. You grab Andy's head and begin forcing his head down onto your cock
as you thrust, you moan incoherently as your cock begins to spasm. Your
balls tighten up and you thrust deep as you spill your boy seed into Andy's
awaiting mouth. Andy keeps sucking away and then slowly begins to lick as
you become soft and your cock becomes sensitive.
	After getting dressed you thank Andy for a wonderful blow job and head home
for dinner.

	By Friday you are as tired as you've ever been. Waking up and going to
school and then hockey practice at night has really worn you out. You made a
new friend during the week, his name is Marc. He is new to your school, from
a smaller school about an hour away. He transferred in to play hockey and
he's very talented. He's a freshman like you and you had seen him in a few
of your classes but didn't know who he was. After seeing him play a few
times you struck up a conversation with him about where he came from. You
learned that he had played on a select team from his home town but his high
school team wasn't much good, so he transferred to your high school to play.
Marc is about 5'6 and 135 pounds, not very tall or stout for a hockey player
but boy can he fly on the ice and he can stickhandle at least as well as
you. You and he got paired up after during the second scrimmage and haven't
been separated since. Marc also happens to be good looking as well, you
aren't afraid to admit you are attracted to him a bit. He has the all
important cute face, light brown hair and green eyes, more like hazel you
think. Marc's not built but he's not thin, he's strong for his size. Those
features are surprisingly similar to your looks but the difference is a few
inches and 20 pounds. You like that Marc is aggressive on the ice but seems
to be quiet on and off the ice. He's not shy though, as you've found out,
once you got talking to him Marc is very friendly.
	During today's scrimmage you get called for a penalty and head to the
penalty box. Marc stays out on the ice to kill the penalty and you watch him
fly around out there like a madman. He's a great athlete, plays soccer too
so you're looking forward to next years soccer season already. You watch
Marc pickup the puck in his defensive end and dance through 3 defenders and
deposit the puck in the opposite goal for a shorthanded score. You bang your
stick on the glass of the penalty box to congratulate him.
	When your penalty is up you hop out of the box and decide to try and out do
Marc, it's been that way all through tryouts, the two of you pushing each
other. You head into your defensive zone and dig the puck out of the corner.
With the puck on your stick you dodge 2 checkers and charge out of the zone
and into the neutral zone. There you put the puck between the opposing
center's legs and cruise into the offensive zone. One of the defenseman
steps up at the circles and undress him by pulling the puck from left to
right quickly and stepping into the middle of the slot. The last defenseman
is struggling to chop at you as you fly by him and quickly pull the puck
from right to left and use your back hand to flip the puck top shelf.
	Marc is going crazy on the benches, pounding his stick against the boards
showing his approval. "That`s the way Tim!", he says.
After the inter-squad scrimmage finishes you head to the locker. In the
showers you are next to Marc, and you definitely find yourself looking at
him more than any of the other guys. You can see that Marc has about 3
inches soft in the warm water; you think he'd probably have around 5.5 to 6
inches hard. Marc sees you looking and you aren't too worried for some
reason.
	"Checking me out sweetie?" asks Marc jokingly.
	"Just thinking about how small yours is compared to mine," you reply as
serious as you can.
	"Oh! Yours is just so much bigger, look at that!" says Marc sarcastically
pointing at your cock which in reality is about the same as Marc's soft.
	You giggle happily and continue showering, "You just can't accept it that
mine's bigger and better."
	Marc laughs and turns off his shower. He slaps your ass hard as he leaves
the shower room making you yelp in pain, "I'll get you back for that
sometime Marc!" you say as you too turn off the shower while watching Marc's
naked body waltz away from you.



Well my intention is to put you all into the drivers seat of a highly
talented youth who's involved in a bunch of different things... obviously :)
Hopefully I don't lose any readers because of my use of "hockey lingo". ;)

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