Date: Wed, 6 Oct 1999 22:29:58 +0100
From: Petros <petros@petros-world.freeserve.co.uk>
Subject: Young Love

Young Love
Chapter 1
By Petros <petros@petros-world.freeserve.co.uk>

The following is a work of fiction based on a true story. Very much of what
follows is real, with some fantasy thrown in. Which is which isn't really
important (chances are you'll be able to tell). Some important information,
like place names and people's real names have been omitted and changed to
protect their anonymity. The story describes sexual relationships and acts
between minors. If this offends you or is illegal in your locality then please
do not read on.

I've tried to tell things the way they happened but the accuracy of this tale
relies on my memory. I've changed some of the dialogue to internationalise
the story a bit. Enjoy.


Chapter 1


It all started way back in 1993. I was thirteen and I was just starting my
second year at high school, on the south side of
Glasgow. Glasgow, Scotland that is. It is strange how people can influence
others lives so powerfully and not even realise, that is exactly what
happened here. One of the nicest, most honest people I have ever known
stole something from me the very first day I met him.

What am I talking about, you ask? And more importantly, who am I? Sorry,
where are my manners. My name is Peter but I'm known as Petros. Not
everyone at my school held a pseudonym, and most that did had good
reason behind theirs. I was no exception. Peter was too boring and sounded
formal; Pete led to too many jokes about Peat so a new name had to be
found. Petros simply came into being although no one remembers how. I'm
about 5'10 and nicely built with short brown hair, kinda spikey or
fashionably messy, and very dark brown eyes. I've got the sexiest eyes in
the world, or so I'm told. I'm not a great sports man, but I swim a lot and
mountain bike in the school holidays so I've got a fairly muscular, athletic
form.

One sunny august evening some buddies from my street and me were in the
school playing fields kicking a ball around. Me and Stuart (a well build,
medium height stud with a complexion that could easily be Italian or Greek.
Born in Newcastle raised in Glasgow) against my brother Andy and Iain (a
tall, bean-pole like boy with a mop of blond hair, Iain is catholic so he
doesn't go to my school) with Jamie in goals. Jamie is quite a good friend
but we grew apart after primary school, since we're not in any classes
together.

We played away for an hour or so before we were joined by another group
of teenagers. They all seemed to be around my age and I recognised some
of them from school. One boy however stood out from the rest. He had to
be the most beautiful person I've ever laid eyes upon. Standing about 5'8
tall there was something very special about him. He had a cute rounded face
with very strong, but gently defined features and the most gorgeous button
nose you can possibly imagine. I was totally fixated by him.

"Hello! Are you listening?" I snapped back to reality. He was talking to me.
To me! "You guys up for a game?" he asked again. He spoke with such a
soft voice, filled with tenderness yet somehow assertive and confident.

"Yeah, that'd be cool," I replied, "umm. sorry about that, I thought I
recognised you from somewhere", I lied (in my wildest fantasies perhaps).
Well that was a great start. I turned to look at my friends, looking for
approval.

"Yeah, at least they might give us half a challenge," my brother laughed
receiving a grin from Iain. The new arrivals made they're way to the far end
of the soccer field as we took up our positions. Having dropped their stuff at
the far goals they spread out across the park. I found myself standing only a
few meters from him across the center line.

"Hi," I offered nervously grinning sheepishly without trying to be too
obvious.

"Hey," he said smiling, "I don't think I've seen you around before".

"My name's Peter, um, everyone calls my Petros though"

"Derek" he said smiling. Wow, what a smile. It brought his face alive,
almost glowing, and those dimples! Barely evident until he smiled but then
they opened up like bottomless pits. I couldn't believe what I was feeling
about this guy I had only just met.

Before I had a chance to say anything else I heard my name being called. I
looked round to see the ball coming my way. I trapped the pass and started
my run down the left wing, crossing the ball in to Iain when I reached the
18 yard line. Just my luck that Derek was there to distract me, I fluffed the
cross. The ball went straight to one of their defenders. The game went on,
but I wasn't playing my best - for obvious reasons.

With about ten minutes of play left, we were drawing three each. The
opposition had the ball and one of their players was making a run down the
center of the park. As he neared our goal area he switched the ball to Derek,
on the left wing. I ran towards him and launched myself at him with a
sliding tackle. He was too quick and I missed the ball unfortunately. More
unfortunately still, I caught him sweeping his legs away form him sending
him crashing to the ground. I've done it now, I though. He's never going to
like me. I stopped to consider that. Why was I so desperate for him to like
me, I've got plenty of friends haven't I? I was puzzled and slightly worried
about what was going on in my head.

I picked myself up and leaned over Derek. Offering a hand, I said "Sorry
mate. Are you OK?" He looked back at me and smiled. My heart melted.

"Yeah, just about mate". He took by hand and I almost passed out. His
touch felt so warm and gentle, yet firm and self-assured. As I pulled him to
his feet our eyes met. We held my gaze for a few seconds. A few seconds
was all it took; without even knowing it he dove deep inside me and stole
me heart. I was smitten with love for this boy wonder that stood before me.
He bent down to rub his legs, the self-control I needed to stop myself
leaning forward and helping him. What amazing legs this guy has! Lightly
tanned with a thin coat of soft, light brown fluffy hair, so defined with
smooth curving thighs and such muscular calves. I felt myself beginning to
stiffen as I eyed him up and down. To be seen with a woody I needed not,
so I apologised again and shook hands again as I backed off to form a wall
for the free kick.

As any soccer players out there know, the defenders forming a wall always
protect `themselves' from stray balls with their hands. This gave me the
opportunity, to cover my half-hard cock until it returned to its natural state,
that I needed.

The free kick went wide; Andy took the goal kick sending the ball far into
the opposition half where it stayed until full time. It was getting late now
and the light was failing. As the two teams chatted idly about the game, and
shook hands I made a point of finding Derek.

"Hi. Um, sorry about that tackle", I said starting to feel silly. He looked
back surprised,

"It's OK, even I have my off days", Derek replied chuckling sweetly. My
team was drifting off homewards and Derek and I stood alone on the pitch. I
wanted to touch him, to tell him how I felt, but I couldn't. I didn't know
what I felt, I couldn't explain it too myself. I was scared to admit that it was
love I felt for a boy.

"G. Good game," I stuttered, "we should do it sometime. Again sometime I
mean" He laughed and smiled.

"See you again Pedro." He turned to join his team and walked off. He
remembered my name! Well, almost but it was enough for me. My heart
was racing as I hurried after my friends and caught them as they were
turning back onto the main road.

"Andy, do you know who that guy Derek was? I didn't recognise him but I
knew the others from school".

"Yeah, he's Daniel Young's brother. Darren's in my year at school", Andy
answered.

I still didn't understand why I was feeling the way I was. It lay beyond the
comprehension of a thirteen-year-old. At least, I told my self, I now know
something about who I'm having these thoughts about. It was only a name,
but it gave me a key to unlock more information about this mystery guy.

To be continued...

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That's it for chapter one. I hope you liked it. This is my first attempt at
writing anything like this, so your feedback (comments, criticisms,
encouragement etc.) are both welcome and much needed.

I'm sorry there was no sex in this chapter, but like I told you at the
start this is a true story and the sex hasn't happened yet :-) Stay tuned
for chapter 2, where I plan to share my first ever sexual experience. Or at
least how I'd have liked my first experience to go.

Petros.
mailto: petros@petros-world.freeserve.co.uk