Date: Tue, 23 Feb 2010 17:39:52 +1000
From: s0421551484@gmail.com
Subject: The Boy with the Blue Eyes Chapter 2

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The following story contains graphic sexual scenes between underage boys.
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Chapter 2

"What Carsten are you just going to pretend to sleep while I talk to you, I
know your awake, you have been for the last hour," says my dad from behind
a road map.

"I'm not pretending, I'm just resting my eyes dad; what do you want
anyway," I say lazily.

"I'm trying to tell you that we are nearly here, it looks pretty packed
too, there have been cars parked up for miles," dad says enthusiastically.

I can't decide whether I'm excited or depressed by the fact that other
people are here for the summer, maybe I will find a nice, cute queer kid to
fool around with; or just a confused straight kid.  God, what I am
thinking, nothing good like that ever happens to me.

"Ok we are here, everyone get out and grab a bag, the cabins up ahead,"
says my mum from the passenger seat.

I look out the window to see an old, run down timber cabin nestled in the
thick, overgrown scrub. I don't say anything but I think it's sort of cute,
like something you would see in a movie. I pretend not to care too much.

Once I'm out of the car mom hands me a suitcase and I drag myself up the
porch steps onto the deck; I put it down on the worn oak palings and look
out over the lake. There are families set up as far as I can see, they all
seem to have little kids running around and screaming; the summer is
starting out great already.

"Oh and honey, your room has a view of the Clements' cabin; maybe you can
watch Mark taking a shower or something, give you some inspiration." My mum
says while stifling a giggle.

"Thanks mom, really now my summer is complete," I say sarcastically.

I climb the stairs and go into my room, I groan as I look down at the
crappy, moth eaten mattress. I walk over to the window and look out of the
dusty windows at the cabin next door. I nearly jizzed my pants right there
from what I saw, I literally had to rub my eyes to make sure I wasn't
dreaming.

There he was, Mark Clements, with the body of a Greek god standing there in
his Calvin Klein boxer briefs, rubbing his massive bulge. I drop to my
knees to make sure that he won't see me watching and peer over the window
sill at this amazing site. He throws his head back and closes his eyes as
he rubs his now stiff cock beneath his underwear. His body is wet with
perspiration and it drips down off his face and runs down over his hard
nipples. He only has a little trail of pubic hair running from his navel
down beneath his underwear. I begin to rub my own cock as I think about
what I would let him do to me. I imagine him kissing me violently and
biting by bottom lip, then turning me roughly to rip off my pants and bury
his hot, wet tongue deep into my tight asshole. I unzip my pants and pull
out my 7" cock and begin stroking, it's not long before I'm sending shot
after shot of hot cum all over the wall; I have to bite down on my arm to
stifle a moan that escapes my lips.  It's one of the most intense orgasms
I've had in a long time, even more intense then when I slip a finger inside
of me.

I look out the window after I've recovered to find that Mark has already
gotten dressed and is leaving the room with a football and towel in his
hands. I try to compose myself and zip up my pants; I had forgotten that
the door was still open and that my parents could walk in at any moment. I
grab an old singlet from my suitcase and wipe the cum off the wall before
throwing it in an old hamper.

"Sweetheart come downstairs we need help with the unpacking," my mom calls
joyfully from downstairs.

"Coming," I yell back to her.

'Shit,' I say under my breath as I do up the button on my Levi's and run
down the stairs to help my parents; I hope they don't notice the bulge in
my pants.

When I get outside the sun is shining brightly across the bank of the lake,
the water is a crystal blue and there is a strong, cool breeze blowing from
the south. It really is a beautiful place, and if nothing else happens this
summer; at least I've got the lake, I could do with some cooling down.

Out of the corner of my eye I see Mark walking out of the screen door and
down the steps towards the lake, I have to admit he is a gorgeous kid.

"I told you Mark would be here didn't I; and I have to say he is looking
fine," says Mom from the boot of the car.

"Ok seriously mom enough is enough, I swear to god you are a gay man
trapped in a woman's body," I reply with frustration.

"You're just lucky you have a mother and a father who are so accepting of
you, you might get mad at us sometimes but you have no idea how fortunate
you are to have us," says my mom with a lecturing look in her eyes.

"Yeah I know," I reply quietly.

"Well go on down to the lake and have a swim son," my dad says with a
smile.

I smile back to him and grab my towel from the back of the car and start
walking down to the lake, I feel the sun on my back and it's nice; like
being back in Australia. I look over at the children playing in the water
and smile to myself, I always imagine what it would be like to have a
family; to find a man who I love and who will love me back. I made a list
once, about everything I wanted in a man; he had to be strong, tall, blonde
hair and blue eyes, a top. I realize now that all that stuff doesn't mean
anything, I just want someone to fall asleep with; the hug and to hold.

My daydream is interrupted when a small, brown object collides with my head
and knocks me to the ground. I was lying face down in the dirt when I hear
the shuffling of shoes next to me and I feel a warm hand on my back.

"Oh my gosh are you okay, I'm so, so sorry," someone says to me in a rushed
but charming voice.

I don't say anything; I'm still in a bit of shock over what had just
happened. I manage to push my hands into the red dirt and turn my body over
to face this unknown person. When I hold up my hand to block the sun I see
the face of an angel, well more like the face of a Greek god; Mark
Clements.

I begin to regain my breath a little too quickly than I would have liked
too; I think I must have been blushing as well.

"I'm so careless and stupid, i-i-i should have waited till I was away from
everyone before throwing my ball," Mark said quickly, stumbling over his
words.

"I'm fine," I manage to say before my voice breaks at the end.

I try to get up to a sitting position but he puts both hands on my chest
and gently pushes my back to the ground.

"No no don't get up yet, just rest for a bit," says Mark kindly.

He moved his right hand and touches it against the spot where the ball hit
me, while leaving his left hand on my chest. I get a giddy feeling inside
of me at the feel of his touch.

"I know you, you go to my school; Carsten right?" He says warmly.

"Um, yes I do. I didn't think that you knew my name though," I reply
inquisitively.

"Sure I do, I see you around," he replies.

By this stage his right hand is gently stroking my head and I begin to feel
a bit of tension in my underwear. How is this even happening? I thought he
was just a mean, self-centred high school jock.

"Carsten, this might sound rude but; you're gay aren't you?" Mark says
while staring into my eyes.

At this point I don't know whether to run, cry or just deny it; I knew
people talked about me at school but I've never actually been asked before.

"Y-y-yes," I say with a definite fear in my voice.

I turn my head to the side and clench my jaw, preparing for an impending
attack. It doesn't come, Mark just smiles.

"I thought so, you have that look about you," he says cheekily.

I stare at him, my mouth gaping open; what is happening?

"Oh sorry, I didn't mean to offend you; it's just that you look different
to most guys. Not in a bad way." His eyebrows come together and crumple; he
has a sad look in his eyes.

"Did I upset you? I'm sorry," he looks like he is about to cry.

"No I'm fine, I'm fine." I reply quickly. My head is spinning.

"Ok, why don't you try and sit up," he says still looking at me intently.

He pulls me up into a sitting position and squats next to me; by now he has
taken his hands off me and crossed them against his chest.  He must have
noticed that I was feeling, really, really uncomfortable.

"I'm cool with it, just thought I would ask. It was probably the wrong time
though, sorry." Mark says with an adorable grin; those blue eyes just light
up his face.

"That's fine; I haven't really told anyone at school before. I think people
just assume," I say while trying to avoid eye contact.

"Yeah," he says, staring at the ground.

"I should probably get going, I promised my mom I would help her with
dinner. Sorry again Carsten, i-i ill see you around okay?" Mark said
quickly then hurried off towards his cabin.

I just sat there on the ground and stared until he disappeared off the
road. Did that really just happen? I rubbed my head, what a strange summer
this is turning out to be.

Wow chapter 2 finished, I actually had a lot of fun with this one and
hopefully there will be more to come. I really love your emails and it's
actually amazing to think there are people out there reading my
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