Date: Wed, 30 Nov 2011 06:54:12 +0100
From: Rick Masters <succum@gmx.com>
Subject: A Touch of Heaven - 1

The following is a story based on fact. It is an excerpt from the life of a
good friend who has asked me to write it. Of course names have been changed
for obvious reasons, nevertheless, it is still real to those involved and
so I ask you treat it with the respect that this commands; please. The
events take place in New Zealand when my friend and his friends were of
college age. In New Zealand that is the equivalent of high school or
secondary school in other parts of the world. It is also based in an era
where homosexuality was criminalised and gay people suffered terribly at
the hands of bigots who looked on them as fair game.

Needless to say, this story involves graphic detail of sexual acts between
two teenage boys and so if it is illegal for you to be reading this sort of
thing, please leave now. If you find this type of literature offensive,
close the page now and look elsewhere. However, if you enjoy reading prose
on this subject, I hope you will enjoy what follows.

I would cherish your comments so please write to me at succum@gmx.com

I might also pass comments on to my friend who is one of the characters in
the story if you have something kind and thoughtful you would like to share
with him.



Rick.

A Touch of Heaven

Chapter One.

"What are you looking at Carr?" Scott almost spat out at me.

"I ... I am only trying to be friendly." I stammered as I turned away
blushing scarlet in embarrassment.

"Well, don't. I've been warned about you. They say you're weird." He shot
back.

"I'm not weird, I'm just shy and others like to make fun of me." I replied.

"Why?" Scott asked.

"I don't know, they just do." I answered.

Scott White had transferred earlier to the college from another school and
recently had been moved into my class. Our form teacher had asked me to
help Scott when he needed it, but all my attempts had been met with
contempt as he brushed me off. And now during the interval we were sitting
outside and I could not help looking at him; he looked good and appeared to
have a nice body under his uniform which I wanted to get to know
better. But it seemed that Scott was not interested as he continued with,
"Well leave me alone, ok?"

"All I'm trying to do is to get to know you better." I responded giving him
one of my saddest looks.

Scott stood up and I did also. "Go away, Carr," he ordered giving me a
push.

"Hey! White! Don't push me!" I responded pushing him back.

Scott grabbed my shirt and threw me to the ground coming on down on top of
me and we began to wrestle each trying to get a hold on the other which
would enable us to pin our opponent. Although Scott was a bit bigger than
me, we seemed to be fairly well matched in the struggle and as it continued
it gradually began to change from a teenage spat into a display of strength
where we were no longer trying to just pin the other but to overcome the
other. The holds became less desperate and more a test of the others
strength. Suddenly Scott stopped struggling against me and said, "Maybe the
others were wrong about you. You seem alright to me."

I was dumbfounded and replied to the person whom moments before I thought
didn't like me or worse, didn't even want to know me, "You seem alright to
me too."

As we stood and dusted ourselves off, the bell went to signal the end of
the break and we needed to get to our classes.

"We'd better get to our classes, but I would like to get to know you a bit
better." Scott said.

We arranged to meet up again at lunch time and sped off to our different
classes. I was distracted through the rest of the morning as I thought more
about Scott than what the class was about; and couldn't wait for that lunch
time bell to sound.

We hung out together at lunch time and I introduced him to a small group of
others that were friends with me. They weren't from the same class and so
Scott had not had the opportunity to meet them before.

When school let out, I asked Scott where he lived and if he would like to
come around to my house. He said he would but that he couldn't that day and
maybe we could do something at the weekend. As it was, Scott lived almost
on the opposite side of town to where I lived and so we would need to do
some planning to get together out of school. With that we parted for the
day, each on our bikes heading for our respective homes.

This had been one of the best days in my school life for quite a while and
I rode home with a sense of euphoria hanging over me. When I got home I
parked my bike in the shed at the back and made for my room. I dropped my
school bag on the floor and soon after my clothes followed it so that I was
completely naked. I, George Carr, was not worried about been caught naked
as I often went naked at home anyway, added to which my parents were both
out at work and would not be home for a while yet. My parents were fairly
liberal and they also sometimes walked naked from the bathroom back to
their room, so there was no embarrassment when my mother or father looked
upon my nude form. The only rule was that I was not allowed to be naked
when we had visitors.

Although I was already fourteen and six months, I did not have that much to
show in the genital department as I was something of a late starter. So my
circumcised cock and balls were not that big and I only had a whisper of
hair making its appearance above my cock with nothing on the scrotum or
around it. But this did not stop me and falling backwards onto my bed, I
began to stroke my cock as I thought about Scott and his naked body. Or at
least how I imagined it would look if we ever got that far.  I had known
from an early age that my interest lay in boys rather than girls. I mean I
had a few friends who were girls and we got on alright, but there was
nothing sexual in our relationships. However, it was these friendships that
had probably saved me from the homophobic gang who ruled the school. At
this stage they had not seen anything in my manner which they could pin on
me as being gay and so had left me alone. If the gang had known what was
going on inside my head, I would have become their punch bag and foot ball
at the same time. But up to this point they had not even suggested I was
queer when they were making fun of me. I knew that I had to be careful
around them though because they could be very mean.

I lay there on my bed, the fingers and thumb of my right hand slowly
stroking my rigid cock and occasionally enjoying the slickness as a small
bead of pre-cum lubricated my cock head before drying up under the friction
of the motion. Scott was bigger than me in body and so I imagined his cock
was also bigger than mine and could stick out straight and hard, pointing
upward and a little away from his belly as he stood before me without a
stitch on. In my mind I cupped his balls in my left hand and felt their
weight before sliding my fingers up the length of his cock and scooping up
the pearl of pre-cum that glistened on the tip of his cut cock. I think
nearly all the boys were cut in those days, so we didn't really think about
what it was like to still have a foreskin. As my mind's eye took in the
beauty and feel of the boy who was now filling my dreams, my orgasm built
and my right hand began to jerk at a faster rate until suddenly the
explosion overtook me and I shuddered and shook to one of the strongest dry
orgasms I had ever experienced. For although I was fourteen and half, my
small balls held tightly in their bag under my cock were not yet producing
semen or sperm for me to spit out. As I came down from my high, I realised
that I wanted to know Scott in more ways than one and although I knew I was
gay, I also knew I would have to go slowly and carefully with Scott because
I had no idea which way he leant and did not want to lose him as a friend.

I must have puzzled my mother for a few days because I was up early and
ready to go to school in the hopes of being able to meet up with Scott
before the classes began for the day. Usually mom would have to call me
three of four times before I got out of bed; mainly because I would be
taking care of my morning wood before getting up. On some occasions she
even had to come into the room and pull the bed covers off of my naked
body. But because I had already taken care of the morning glory, I did not
have to suffer the ignominy of being caught with a hard on or worse still
wanking. How naive children are in thinking that their parents do not know
what goes on under the bed clothes most mornings? That first morning after
our little wrestling match saw me off to school early and although I did
not see Scott before the first class began, when I walked into the form
room he saw me and signalled to me that there was an empty seat next to him
which he had been keeping for me. I thanked him as I sat for no one had
ever kept a seat for me before.

"Hey, we're friends aren't we, mate?" he replied nonchalantly as if that
was what we always did. I was dumbfounded. No one had ever made friends
with me so quickly and here he was already keeping a seat for me. I had to
turn my head away as a bit of emotion caused my eyes to well up and I did
not want him to see the tears nestling in their corners.

From then on, this became the norm for us for any of the classes we
shared. Whoever got there first would reserve a seat for the other.

Being shy I found it difficult to talk with other people and almost
impossible to hold any form of real conversation, yet with Scott it was
different; I found it easy to talk with him and we would chat away together
at the intervals and lunch. And we would swap light hearted banter and the
odd friendly punch or two. Although we did not share the same classes for
every subject on this day, we left our form class and went on to the same
science class together. I am fairly bright and was able to keep up with
most things but on this morning my head was swooning around Scott and I
turned off from the teacher as my thoughts concentrated on the boy sitting
next to me. Suddenly I was brought down with a bump as I realised I was
being asked a question which I had no idea about. Quick thinking Scott
noticed this and pointed with his finger in the text book to the answer and
so I was able to respond correctly. After that, I still thought a lot about
Scott, but I also kept a level of concentration on the class and managed to
keep out of trouble that way.  As we left that class, I thanked Scott for
saving my butt because the teacher was known to freely hand out detentions
when he caught a pupil not paying proper attention.

"No problem, mate" Scott answered, "You're my friend and friends help each
other."

"Thanks anyway. I hope I can do the same for you one day, mate. And a big
thanks for being my friend." I responded.

Scott's smile beamed at me like a radiant sun as we carried on to our next
class; as I walked on the clouds enveloped in the joy of that smile. And
that was the pattern for the week, we met up in shared classes and at the
intervals and lunch breaks, but we did not manage to arrange to see each
other out of school nor over that first weekend of our friendship.



Well folks that is the first chapter of this biographical sketch and I hope
you enjoyed it as much I have enjoyed learning the facts and then writing
them. Although I first got into writing this sort of prose by doing an
autobiographical story, all my other stories are fiction, and so this has
provided a different challenge which I am finding both exciting and
enjoyable.  If you want to know where to find my other stories then drop me
a line at the e-mail above and I will share them with you.  In the
meantime, wait with anticipated excitement for the next chapter in George's
story.