Date: Mon, 3 Oct 2005 18:21:28 -0700 (PDT)
From: New Stories <storiesnew@yahoo.com>
Subject: Crazy for Chad - Chapter 1
Crazy for Chad - Chapter 1
by Dennis B.
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All persons, names, places, and descriptions, are purely
fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons, names, places,
descriptions, or is totally unintentional and a pure coincidence.
The events represent actual occurrences that have been so altered
that they are not recognizable to the participants or their mates
observers, relatives, or others in a position of knowledge.
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NOTE ABOUT THE STORY: Skip reading this note if you don't like to
know about the story content in advance. --Dennis :-)
There's nothing weird or way out in my story, and the main theme
is love and sex. Any other theme is minor and incidental. The
setting is high school in modern times.
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CRAZY FOR CHAD
by Dennis B.
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Chad Allison, 17
Michael Stentworth, 16
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SECOND NOTE: The story will not focus on any athletics, despite
the fact that football is mentioned in the beginning. There may
be locker room scenes, but not sports scenes.
CHAPTER 1
Chad makes me crazy. He's 17. He's tall, but not what they
call 'big.' He's beautiful in every way I can think of. And he's
a Senior at our school.
Chad's built like a slender football quarterback. But he's
not a quarterback. I don't know a lot about sports, but Chad
plays football and runs the ball. Whatever they call that
position, that's what Chad does. He makes touchdowns, I know that
much. But sports isn't the big thing.
Mostly, Chad's in one of my classes and works on old
Thunderbirds and drives me crazy--the way he looks, the way he
sounds, the way he walks.
And he dates a lot of girls. I guess he drives them crazy,
too--I really don't know, but he never goes with just one girl,
it's like a different one every week. This is not exactly a topic
of interest. Not for me. I like knowing about what Chad does,
though, and what he likes to do.
He hangs with the coolest guys in our high school. And I'd
die if he ever found out I was gay. I wouldn't dare try anything
with him. Getting to be around him means everything to me. My
life would be over if that stopped. So I can't take any chances.
I know I've been gay like forever, and I hide it well. No one
knows but me.
Most people call me Mike. I'm sort of a shrimp--not tiny, but
thin. I'm only 5 foot 7, 130 pounds. Chad's like 6 feet tall,
175 pounds. He's got that pure blond hair and icy blue eyes that
make me go nuts. I can't even say he's cute--yeah he is, but he's
so much more, I don't know a word for it, except he's beautiful.
And I get all weak inside when he's around. Oh, yeah!
I got brown eyes and medium-brown hair. I'm attractive. Some
people say I'm cute. But Chad is sexy. It's a good thing he's in
my math class, because I'm great at math, and I can't concentrate
on what the teacher says with him in the room.
I'm one of the lucky ones. I get to shower with Chad after
gym class. I'm a junior, but I was bumped up a year in gym. For
all of my obvious un-sportsness, I have a naturally athletic body,
and was too advanced to stay in my junior phys-ed class.
So I know what Chad has down below puts my little 16-year-old
dick to shame. And that's fine with me! I love showering with
him. Besides his nice equipment, which I try not to stare at, his
chest is awesome! Smooth, with just a tiny patch of blond hair
between his nice hard pecs. And Chad's a great talker.
Sometimes we get to talk in the shower, and when Chad talks to
me, it makes me start to get hard! Not every time, but when my
little pole starts to rise, I have to turn away. I remember when
that happened two months ago, in June, just before school let out
for the summer.
"Hey, Mike, what's up?" he said all friendly, "You getting
shy? Or you don't like the talk?" I had turned my back to him
suddenly.
That was another cool thing about Chad, he was friendly--never
shy, and didn't try to hide his dick like a lot of other guys do.
But there was no way I could tell him what my problem was. And it
was getting to be a bigger problem second by second until I
thought my dick would break off. I was so embarrassed. He just
can't know I'm boned, not now. And now he asked me what's up!
"Um, no--well, I just, uh--"
"Oh . . . hey, that's okay," he said, in that understanding
tone that most guys use that tells you they know what your problem
is, and that you're all embarrassed.
All I did was feel my face get hot and my heart pound.
"Happens to me, too. Don't sweat it," he said. Then he shut
his shower off and went to the locker room.
I thought maybe he left just to take the pressure off me. I
felt good about that, but I could kick myself for ending our
conversation. I waited, dried off, and got to my locker.
SWIPPPP! I heard, as I felt a sting in my butt. Chad had
snapped his towel at my ass--with perfect aim!
"OW!"
"Gotcha!" he said. He was already dressed.
I turned my head, knowing it was Chad's voice. And there were
those great teeth. He was grinning ear to ear. I could not help
smiling back at him.
"See ya tomorra, Mike!" he said.
It's a good thing he left the locker room, because Mike Junior
stood at full mast, just knowing Chad had touched me. It was only
his towel, but my brain was wired to translate any touch from Chad
into a personal contact. Or maybe my dick was programmed that
way.
I felt stupid all of a sudden--standing, facing the corner,
with both hands on my shaft. But I started liking the feel on my
butt cheeks and wondered if there'd still be a mark there when I
got home. Gym was the last class of the day.
I was just glad that no one else was still getting dressed in
my little corner of the locker room. Mike Junior was safe from
prying eyes. And oh, what I was going to do to that little six-
inch guy when I got home! Well, almost six. And I was definitely
gonna look at my butt in the mirror. I rubbed the little sore
spot, smiled, and then got dressed.
With all Chad's neat friends and with all my uncoolness, I
don't know why he lets me hang with him sometimes, but he does.
The cool thing is, he never lets anyone be around when he's
working on his latest T'Bird. He likes to work alone. So he can
concentrate, he says. Except for me. He lets *me* be there in
his little garage when he works on cars. I even get to hand him
some of the tools--the ones he's taught me by name.
His garage isn't attached to the house--good for privacy, so
if he cusses he won't get in trouble with his dad. And as good-
natured as Chad is, he cusses--not a lot, but I notice it.
Last Saturday was the best. It was August, but school hadn't
started yet. I was watching him work on a T'Bird, and helping a
little.
"Seven-sixteenths, box-end," he said, leaning deep into the
engine compartment. That was the wrench he wanted me to give him.
I knew what that was, but it wasn't where it was supposed to
be. My face heated up, knowing he was waiting. I was frantic,
looking for the wrench, but no luck.
"Hey, helper," he said in his usual cheerful voice, "you go to
sleep or somethin,' little guy?"
He was so patient! That made him even more sexy--he had this
masculine control, this easy flow to everything he said and did.
That drove me crazy, too.
"Oh, sorry," I said, coming out of my concentration, "I can't
find it. It's, um . . . lost, I think." I was really blushing
now. I was in charge of his wrenches, and a lost tool was not
good, especially one he was waiting for.
"Nah, it ain't lost--I just used it. It's around here,
somewhere. You'll find it," he said, never taking his head out of
his work, never shouting. That was the cool thing about Chad, he
was always calm with me. And his voice was so sexy!
I really felt bad about not finding the wrench right away,
then I remembered he said he's just used it. I got on all fours
and looked under the car, thinking he dropped it, and found it on
the garage floor. I had to crawl to reach it.
"Aha!" I said.
"What's up Sherlock? Find it?"
"Yup," I said, sort of trapped between the front tire and his
legs. As I started to shift my body, he saw I was in a tight
spot.
"Yup," he said in his deep voice, mimicking me. "Hand it up
to me, little guy, between the fender well and the master
cylinder."
He poked his face down and I could see him--a nice smile on
his face, and a big one on mine. His blue eyes aimed right at me.
He made me shiver.
"Um--master cylinder?" I said, my boyish voice sounding like a
baby's, next to his.
"Ooops. Sorry, helper. Hehe. Just hand it here." The way
he laughed was so sincere--it was contagious. I think I tickled
him, the way I acted or whatever. I know I never asked him prying
questions. I was raised not to.
"What you laughin' at, helper boy?"
"Nothing. Just the way you laugh makes me laugh."
"Oh. Haha! You're somethin' else, you know that? Here--just
hand it up."
He reached his hand down to grab the wrench from me. His
teeth lit up his face as he grinned. Oh, God! My heart took off.
But I stared at his hand. It had had a sexy shape with beautiful
fingers. Not like any other mechanic I knew. He grabbed the
wrench firmly.
"Thanks," I said, relieved I wouldn't have to figure out what
the master cylinder was.
"Thanks? I thought *I* was supposed to say that," he said,
chuckling again. "You gave ME the wrench, remember?" I could
just hear the smile in his voice.
"You know--that word you used. I didn't know--"
"OH! Yeah! Sorry, Mike. Get yourself out from under there,"
he said, tapping my leg with his foot. "You want me to show you
what the master cylinder is?"
"Sure!" He could show me the rust on the fenders and I'd say
'yes.' And this time he called me by name. I loved all the names
he had for me--little guy and helper, and a few others--but when
he used my name it was special. Helper was special too, because I
was the *only* helper.
"Okay, this is the master cylinder," he said, pointing to it.
It's got brake fluid in it. It feeds the fluid into the hydraulic
line, and when you press the brake pedal--"
Chad stopped and looked at me. I'm sure my eyebrows were all
twisted. I stared into his face, quickly getting lost there.
"I'm snowin' ya?" He looked so cute when he said that!
I nodded, trying to un-hypnotize myself.
"Sorry, little guy. Here."
He took a paper, drew a diagram, and explained it to me with
lots of enthusiasm. Anyone could tell, just listening to Chad, he
had a passion about cars. I actually understood what he said.
"I think I got it!" I said, excited for a whole bunch of
reasons.
"Way cool, helper. Might make a mechanic out of you, yet."
That felt SO good to hear!
"But, um--if there's a quiz, don't wait too long," I said,
giving him one of my grins.
This put Chad into hysterics.
"You are so fuckin funny sometimes!"
I just smiled, taking in the look of him, watching the sweat
on his face drip down around his eyes and down the side of his
face. I didn't know what to say. My heart was pounding.
"It's hot today, Mike. Steamy hot. It's doin' weird things
to my brain," he said, reaching his arms out, grabbing my ribs
suddenly and digging in with his wiggling fingers.
"AH! No! Please! Ooh--come on, Chad!" I was down on my
knees by then, quickly becoming a heap on the floor, and laughing
like a little kid.
"Okay," he said, reaching down to help me up. "You wanna go
to the beach?"
This stunned me.
"With you?"
"Who else?" he said, flashing his big white teeth and looking
around the garage.
"Yeah, I'd love it!"
"Cool."
"Oh--but I don't have a bathing suit or--"
"No sweat, little guy. Got some in my Mustang. One from
every year of high school, I think. Towels, too. One of them
swim suits should fit you." He looked me over. "Well, you might
have to pull the string extra tight so they don't fall off ya."
I had a small waist.
The sudden direct attention of Chad to my body was too much.
I felt the heat rising in my face.
"You are somethin' else," Chad said, laughing again.
"What?" I said, even more self-conscious now.
"You blush like ALL the time, little guy."
"Oh," I said, gulping. Then I got brave. "Is that bad?"
"Fuck, no! It's . . . I don't know what it is but . . . it's
not bad, man."
"That's good," I said, laughing a little and feeling ten feet
tall. Chad makes me feel so good when he says things like that.
"I like the way you laugh better when I tickle you," he said,
reaching out for my ribs with his long arms.
"No!" I said, going to panic mode.
"Just kiddin, Mike." Chad had a sort of victory grin, like he
had one up on me. Which he did.
"So, what beach are we going to?"
"Feral beach. Lotta buds hang there."
"Cool," I said, gulping because I knew that beach was known
for the hot guys (and girls) that went there. I didn't know if I
was ready for that, but I was ready to be with Chad.
"You wanna change here?" he said, wiping the last of his
tools.
My brain froze. It translated his question into, 'Do you want
to see me naked now?'
"Yeah, sure." I gulped again and tried to smile.
Of course I blushed, and when Chad looked up, he saw that
right away and just did a sort of half-grin.
"Okay, Mike. We always got sandwiches in the fridge. I'll
grab some, and some drinks, and we'll head out."
I took a breath to answer him, put my last wrench down, and he
was gone. I leaned into the workbench and exhaled. I started
thinking about what it would be like when he came back with the
sandwiches and we changed into our bathing suits together. I no
sooner thought this when I heard the back door slam. I jumped. I
heard his footsteps.
"Hey--you're not changed? What'd you do, zone out?" he said.
His face was full of understanding. He knew I zoned out a lot.
His smirky grin told me that.
"Well, um--maybe." I gave him my sly smile. I'd never
thought of changing clothes separately. I had this permanent
picture of us undressing together. I was lost in thought again.
The sound of a trunk being slammed brought me out of it. In
that short time he had gone to the Mustang and got the stuff.
I saw Chad walking from the Mustang with swim trunks, blanket,
and towels in his hand. "Better use the bathroom before we go,"
he yelled.
"Okay." But he was so fast, he got back to the garage before
I had my hand on the bathroom door. Chad's father had put a
bathroom in the garage when Chad started working on cars. His dad
was a really good guy.
"You just gotta pee, right?" he said, talking really fast.
"Yup."
"Good--me, too," he said, holding the door open for me.
"We're both men. No sweat right? No time to waste. I wanna get
there!"
Holy shit. He's in a hurry now and he wants me to pee with
him? I prayed for my legs to hold up and my dick to stay down.
I started to think what it would be like to see his dick so up
close while facing him across the small toilet.
"Come on. Don't zone out again, Mike."
"Oh. Sorry," I said, as I practically jumped into the little
bathroom. I hadn't peed with someone over a regular toilet bowl
since I was nine and did it with my cousin Steve.
Chad just took one long step, unzipped and whipped out his
hose. In seconds he had a good stream going.
I pulled my smaller one out of my tight briefs--no small feat,
they were really tight--and just stood there, trying not to look
at Chad's dick. But I looked. And blushed. And couldn't pee.
"Oh, fuck," he said with the biggest grin yet, looking right
into my eyes while he was taking a piss, "Don't tell me you're pee
shy, too!"
"Um--not really." I thought about saying, 'Just hold it for
me, then it won't matter if I pee or not.' I got embarrassed just
thinking that, and blushed more. And Chad just kept going and
going. What did he do, save it up for two days?
The sound of his stream must have done it, and I finally
started to pee. "Whew," I said softly to myself.
"That's more like it, little guy. The family that pees
together, stays together, you know?" He laughed at his own joke,
and somehow managed to keep his waving stream inside the toilet
bowl.
"Nope, never heard that," I said, forcing a grin while my
insides were shaking.
I was fascinated that anyone could laugh and piss at the same
time, and ended up looking at Chad's dick again. How could I NOT?
I caught myself, and looked down at my own. Thankfully, I was
done in a few more seconds. But still, my dick had chubbed up a
little, and I was embarrassed again.
"You sure are somethin' else, Mike," he said approvingly,
shaking his manhood and flipping it into his pants.
"Haha." I was glad to see he hadn't lost his signature smile.
That was another sexy thing about Chad. He smiled like all the
time. And I loved the times his smile got bigger when he looked
at me, maybe over a joke, or just something we were talking about.
Sometimes it was one of those things I did that tickled him, I
guess.
"Let's just get going and change there," he said, taking off
his pants and pulling on a pair of shorts.
"Sure," I said. The beach had a nice shower and locker room,
and I'd changed clothes there before. I was a bit disappointed,
but I knew Chad had no clue about stuff like that because he had
no idea what it was like to be excited over another guy.
Chad started the Mustang, and we took off. Because it was an
old one, it didn't have air, and we just rode with the windows
open. The wind felt good.
"Phil Haggerty keeps buggin' me to put air in my 'Stang," Chad
said, looking over to me with the grin that said he was proud of
his car, "but I told him it wouldn't be original."
"Yup. It's probly worth more if you keep it original."
"Hey," he said, his face falling, "I ain't sellin' THIS!"
"Oh, no! I mean--I knew you . . . that's not what--"
And he burst out laughing. "Hehe. I love when you get
tongue-tied, little guy."
"I know you don't wanna sell your Mustang," I said, feeling my
face getting hot.
"Yeah. I knew it! I wouldda bet the farm you'd blush." He
kept laughing.
Funny, I never felt he was laughing at me. *For* me, *with*
me, maybe. Chad wasn't that way. I don't think he ever made fun
of anybody.
"Well, you won. If I had a farm, I'd give it to you now," I
said. He grinned just a little.
We drove on in silence. I loved being with Chad in the car.
I got to sneak real good peeks at him while he concentrated on the
road. His face was so good to look at. And sometimes he even
scratched himself or adjusted his dick!
"Geez!" he yelled, scaring me. "It's fuckin deserted! Where
the fuck!" There were no people in sight. "Oh, yeah!"
"What?"
"Sadie Hawkins Day!"
"Oh, I forgot."
Most everyone at our school would be at the annual event.
"Fuckin A cool! We got the place to ourselves."
"You don't mind that we're missing Sadie Haw--"
"Fuck, no. All them girls asking the boys to dance? I'll
pick my own."
"Yeah. Me, too," I said nervously. I was so excited thinking
I'd be alone on a beach with Chad. I had to concentrate to keep
Mike Junior from responding to that idea. "So far, I haven't seen
anyone else," I said, scanning the beach.
"Me either," he said, squinting to see. "I got two pair of
sunglasses here. You can have one."
"Cool, thanks!"
The sun was bright--a perfect day for swimming.
Feral beach was part of a bigger beach, sectioned off by a
natural rock jetty--one on each side. That made for privacy. It
wasn't all that big, and mostly high school kids used it, so
adults stayed away.
Chad parked the car. We left the windows open and it just
felt to me like we were two explorers discovering a desert island.
Chad was walking ahead of me, pulling his tee shirt off. I
got a good look at his back for the first time and was feeling
tingles. I didn't know a lot about backs, but his looked like it
had muscles in all the right places. He stopped for a second to
take his shoes off--no socks. I imagined he stopped so I could
reach out and hug him from behind. Yeah, right.
"Better take yours off, too, Mike. Might be wet in there."
I was thrilled when he watched me take my shoes and socks off.
I could feel his eyes on me like he was studying every move I
made. That was a great feeling.
"Mmm. Smells good in here," I said as we walked into the
changing area. The locker room looked like it hadn't been used
all day. It smelled fresh, like the beach.
"Yeah, they got real windows that open to the outside." Chad
just slid off his shorts, still standing, stepped out of them and
walked to a locker. So smooth. I thought he looked hot in his
boxers. He put all our food and stuff to his right, so I went to
his left side to grab a locker.
"Hey, this is fun," I said. "Never had a whole locker room to
ourselves before."
"Yeah, it is different," he said, turned toward me like we had
all the time in the world. First he was rushing to get here, now
he was taking his time.
"I like it," I said, not knowing what else to say. I hope I
didn't sound too dumb.
Just then Chad scratched his dick. Not a quick scratch, but
he took his time. I just stared and started to blush.
"What--yours don't ever get itchy?"
"No," I said defensively, "it gets itchy." I guess I wasn't
thinking and I scratched mine real quick.
"Yeah, well that's good. I feel better now," he said,
laughing, obviously in a jovial mood.
"Now let's see," I said, going into my academic mood. I took
psychology, so I thought I'd say some interesting things about
what just happened. I always loved Chad's reactions when I got
intellectual on him. "Do you think it was projection, or
unconscious transference?"
I started giggling as soon as I saw the cute baffled look on
his face.
"You're snowin' me, man." I loved that crooked grin. I think
he knew I was overdoing it on purpose, but was totally unprepared
for him to just take his boxers off, toss them into his locker--
all while facing me.
"Oh, sorry," I said, in a way he would know I really wasn't
sorry and was just playing.
"Are you gonna take your clothes off?"
I never expected Chad to ask me that question. I swear I
could not help getting hard when he said that. So I sat down.
"Now what?" he said, facing me, like it was everyday stuff to
be talking to me while he was naked. He gave me that infectious
grin that makes me smile every time.
"Um, nothing. I was just thinking it's awesome that we're at
the beach together." I tried--I really tried not to look at his
dick. Then I was embarrassed that I'd said 'together.' I hoped
that wouldn't that make him think I was weird.
"Yeah, it is kinda cool." I was staring at my locker, making
my boner go down, and it was working. When I looked up, his back
was to me.
"Here," he said, turning, handing me a bundle of swim suits
and towels, all rolled up.
"Did you bring all the bathing suits you had?"
"Sure thing. Why--you wanna try em' all on?"
"No," I said, blushing, "well, until I find one that fits."
"You're something else, little guy," he said, chuckling.
Then he walked right over to me, and put his hand on the
bundle, so I figured his bathing suit was in there. But that put
Chad and all his sexy equipment and manliness within a foot of my
face.
I had to look at the floor to keep Mike Junior down. I
unrolled the thing carefully, and he grabbed his suit.
"Do you like this one?" he asked--so unlike him to say
anything like that. He held it up against his body, and his dick
made it bulge out a little.
"Yeah, great colors," I said, not looking at his dick and
busying myself with the other suits, trying to find one that
looked the right size. By then Chad was sliding his on.
At that point, I was safe with my pole soft, so I pulled off
my shorts and underwear all at once, and held up the suit I
thought would fit.
"What do you think?" I asked, hoping he didn't think I was
mocking him. But I was pretty sure he knew I wouldn't do that.
"Try it," he said, shrugging his shoulders.
It fit fine. We closed our lockers and headed for the beach.
When our feet hit the sand, Chad took off at an amazing speed
and dove into the water. The waves weren't that big, but you
always had to watch out that you didn't get thrown off balance,
even in the shallower water.
I ran as fast as I could, wondering how he got up such speed.
The sand was slowing me down. I kept running as I got to the
water and did a pretty good dive, right into an oncoming wave.
The water was almost up to my chest.
"Not bad," he said. "Next time, put your head down more, and
lean into the dive. Keep your arms higher." Chad was a diver on
the swim team in junior high and his first year of high school.
"Okay," I said, thrilled that he was teaching me.
"Back up and try your dive again."
"Okay." I walked backwards so I could keep an eye on the
waves.
Chad had this weird look on his face. Then he started
laughing. I looked at him like he was nuts.
"Hey! I didn't know you were a skinny-dipper!" he yelled.
Then it hit me. Skinny dipping meant naked. I looked down at
myself. My swimsuit was gone! My dick was out for all to see.
Well, Chad saw it. I froze and must have looked panicked.
"It washed up on the shore. Stay there," he said. "I'll get
it."
I didn't say anything. I just watched his strong legs glide
through the water. He picked up the bathing suit without missing
a step, and brought it to me. I started putting it on right away.
Well, I tried to, but while I bent to put my leg in, I got knocked
over by a wave.
"AH! I can't do this."
"Hang on," he said, giving me his arm so I could hold it for
balance. His skin felt so hot compared to the cold water.
We both held the waistband as I got my feet in, and we slid it
up to my knees. Then I was okay. But his hand sliding part way
up my leg was wonderful.
"Thanks," I said, looking at his usual smile and knowing he
had no clue about the effect he had on me. The suit was on. I
got my dick covered just in time--it was on the way up.
"Hey, the water's fuckin cold today. Shit! You wanna catch
some rays?"
"Sure!" I was thinking it would be fun do that in the nude.
Yeah, right!
We got to our blanket, and Chad sat down so fast. He had to
see my bone for a sec, until I sat down, too. But he didn't say
anything.
We lay there on our backs on the small blanket--so close, our
hips and legs were touching. That was fine with me! It was nice
knowing I had his sunglasses on, too.
The sun was so bright, so I had to keep my eyes closed. Soon
I got tired of that. I wanted to see. I thought about which way
to turn, and decided it would be safer if I turned Mike Junior
away from him.
It was nice to be able see the sand and the rocks, but I felt
like I'd shut Chad out, so I got on my back again.
Chad was looking good, relaxing on his back and soaking up the
sun. I had a great view of him--bulge and all. I decided to keep
looking there. He couldn't tell where I was looking.
I knew I was hard, but I figured at the beach in a bathing
suit it was no big deal. But when Chad started to pop a boner, it
was a big deal to me. It was one of those slow-forming hardons,
that suddenly speeds up just before it gets fully hard.
I just hoped my dick wouldn't pop up suddenly and give me
away. He probably wasn't looking, though. But I kept staring,
like his bulge had me hypnotized. I didn't get used to it. It
kept exciting me, but I did relax a little and enjoy the view.
Chad's muscular legs were nice to look at, too.
"I see you looking," he said softly, his deep voice stunning
me.
I sat up like a rocket.
"Chad, I'm sorry. I'm sorry!" I was so scared, I couldn't
look at his face.
"Hey, whoa! No problem, little guy. I was peekin, too."
"I just--it was so relaxing, and--I'm sorry."
"No sweat, Mike. Chill, okay?"
Still, I felt I'd either been busted, or made him think less
of me. And I turned away from him again, on my side. I didn't
want my bone showing just then, anyway. 'Oh, no,' I thought,
'don't let him be mad at me.'
"Sorry," I said softly, just to make sure I made a final
point. Or something like that. I felt better with my back to
him. My mind was spinning. The breeze was nice on my back.
There was this long silence, and I started to smell his cologne,
or something.
"You are kinda cute, you know," Chad said gently, with his
nose on my neck and a hand in my hair.
Holy shit!
Dennis B.
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Any comments would be great!
That's all I wrote so far. Thanks for reading.
I HAVE 2 OTHER STORIES:
1. My Son Drives Me Crazy
- last post APPROX. Sept 9, 2005, Incest, but may be updated
by the time you read this
2. Spankin High School Club Initiation
- last post APPROX. Oct. 1, 2005, High School; Athletics
(look in High School first), but may be updated
by the time you read this
Thanks,
Dennis