Date: Thu, 14 Feb 2002 07:04:51 -0800
From: Matt W <mattw1981@hotmail.com>
Subject: Encounters -- Shawn, Part 1 (t/t, mast, high school)

The 'Encounters' series is a collection of stories that I've written based
on events from my own life.  Many of the stores are true, some are just
fantasy.  Names have, for the most part, been changed to protect the
identities of the not-so-innocent.  Each chapter is a story unto itself --
they are authored and posted in no particular order.

This is my first attempt at writing, so I hope you like it.  As an aspiring
author, the only encouragement I have to keep writing is positive responses
and constructive criticisms from other authors and readers.  I welcome
either at mattw1981@hotmail.com.  I will respond right away.

The usual disclaimers apply.  This material consists of graphic descriptions
of gay sexual encounters between pre-teens and teenagers.  It also includes
references to illegal drugs.  If you are under the legal age in your
jurisdiction, please do not read this story.  If this material offends you,
please do not read it.  This is not an endorsement or encouragement to
commit any illegal acts.  Enjoy. :)

~~ Matt


Encounters
"Shawn, Part 1"

  I met Shawn on the first day of 9th grade, and we hit it off right away.
We both attended the same expensive, private school in the suburbs of
Silicon Valley, and within a month, we were good friends and spent a lot of
time with each other.  We didn't really have much in common though;  he was
a sports nut who skateboarded, snowboarded, and exhibited a rebellious
streak a mile wide.

I, on the other hand, was a pretty average kid.  Average height, thin build,
medium length blond hair and blue eyes -- just your standard native
California kid.  Shawn had a nice surfer tan, long jet black hair and green
eyes.

We had different groups of friends too.  I mixed with almost every group --
never excluded from any, never committed to one.  I hung out with the
preppies at lunch, did the Millard Filmore Trivia Competition with the
intellectuals, hung out with the nerds in the computer lab on break, did
theater stuff with the thespians, and smoked pot with the stoners after
school.  In fact, it was Shawn who got me to try smoking weed the first
time.

In late October on one Friday afternoon, Shawn and I were hanging around
after school and we decided to explore the Stanford campus.  With seemingly
hundreds of square miles stretching endlessly in every direction, the campus
was one of the best places to hang out.  I called my parents and told them
I'd be spending the night at Shawn's, and he told his parents that he'd be
home in a couple hours.  Since he lived within walking distance of the
campus, we figured we'd go explore for a while and head to his house
afterwards.

About half an hour later, we ended up in this large grassy field overlooking
one of the main roads.  We found a clump of trees and sat down, mostly
obsured from the road and passers-by.  We laid talking for a while about
school, friends, hoemwork, and just about everything else, when Shawn sat up
and pulled a small pipe and baggie from his pocket.

I wasn't nearly as nieve as most people thought, but I still hadn't tried
smoking.

"You smoke?" I asked him.

"Yeah, sometimes.  Why?  You've smoked before, right?"

"Nope."  I paused.  "I've always kinda wanted to try..."

He flashed me a wicked grin and started loading the bowl.  "First time for
everything, dude."

About twenty minutes later, we were both laying back, comfortably enjoying
the high, when he started talking about (of course) girls.

"Dude, I seriously need to hook up with Brittany."  Brittany was supposedly
the hottest girl in the class, but I wasn't exactly paying attention.  I had
figured out from an early age that I didn't go for girls.  Instead, I spent
my time seducing supposedly straight male friends.  But for the time being,
I played along.

"Yeah, she's pretty hot."  I shrugged.

"C'mon dude, you know you'd do her if you got the chance," he postured.

I shrugged again.  "Probably, I guess."

Shawn laughed and stretched out.  "I bet you beat off to her last night, in
fact."

I couldn't tell at this point if Shawn was leading me on, or if this was
just normal boy-boy conversation.  I decided to play along.

"You know it, bro.  The right hand is a man's best friend."  I glanced over
at Shawn and noticed a small bulge around his crotch, which he began to rub
absent-mindedly.

"Tell me about it," he mumbled.

I started getting excited too.  I'd seen Shawn naked a couple of times in
the locker room at school, but only for a fraction of a second while he was
soft.  He had a nice three inch circumcized cock, with some big round balls
covered with black pubes.  Remembering it had started to arouse me, and I
decided right then and there that I was going to get a look at him hard.

I laughed.  "I'm sure you'd enjoy beating off more if you didn't have to use
tweezers."

He stopped rubbing himself and looked up right at me.  I couldn't tell if we
was legitimately pissed or just pretending.  "Bullshit, man.  Everyone knows
I have the biggest dick in the class," he boasted proudly.

"Sure, sure," I said sarcastically.  "How big?"

"Seven inches, man." he shot back.

"So?  I'm seven inches too.  I guess that means you're not the biggest."

"No way, dude.  You're not seven inches."  He refused to believe it.

"Sorry dude, I've measured it."  I figured that this was probably a safe
admission since he seemed pretty certain of his own size.

"I still don't believe you," he said.

"Fine.  There's only one way to settle this."  I stood up and started
unbuckling my belt.

"What??  You're kidding, dude.  We're in the middle of a field and anyone
could walk by," he protested.

I thought about backing off, afraid that I might have taken it to far.  But
I noticed that he never objected to comparing dicks, just that someone might
walk by and see.  I decided to push a little harder.

"Dude, it's Friday afternoon, and we're surrounded by trees.  No one will be
up here this time of day, and if they are, we'll have plenty of warning.
C'mon dude, don't pussy out now."  I knew that if anything would get him,
that would.  Shawn never wanted to look like a chicken in front of anyone
else.

"Fine, dude.  Let's settle this one once and for all," he said, seeming
postive that he'd come out on top.

I finished undoing my belt and slit my 501's around my ankles, standing
there in only blue boxers with a huge tent.  He undid the belt on his cargo
pants and dropped them, displaying a similar bulge in his boxers.  The
shirts soon followed.  We moved so that we were side by side.

"Alright man, let's do this." I said, trying to hide my own hesitation.  I
slid my boxers down and Shawn followed suit.  We stood next to each other,
dicks proudly jutting out in the air.  In retrospect, it seemed like we had
no shame or inhibitions in front of each other at all, something that I
later attributed to the high we were both still on.

We stroked our dicks for a few seconds, trying to get them as hard as we
could.  I was staring at his thick cock and saw him staring right back at
mine.

Finally, it was Shawn who spoke first.  "Damn, dude, I think you might be
just a little longer than me."  He sounded disappointed.

"Yeah, but you're definately thicker," I said, hoping to reassure him.

"That's true."  His confidence seemed bolstered somewhat.  "So I guess we
both win, huh?"

"Yeah, I think so."

Neither of us was making a move to put our cocks away.  In fact, I could see
some precum oozing out the head of Shawn's rock hard pole.  He was still
slowly playing with it.

"Dude, I'm pretty horny," Shawn said softly

"Me too, dude.  Do you mind if I took care of the problem?" I asked him,
looking straight into his eyes.

He looked relieved.  "Cool dude, I'm about to burst too.  Must be the weed."
  He kicked off his pants and boxers and laid down on the ground, completely
nude.  He closed his eyes, and began stroking.

The idea of watching Shawn jerk off really excited me.  I laid down next to
him and started stroking my uncut cock, gently squeezing as my hand moved up
and down.  I glanced at Shawn out of the corner of my eye and noticed him
really working on the base of his dick, the head looking red and angry at
the top.  The precum was oozing all over his hand, and I could tell he was
ready to blast a monster load.  I looked up at his face, and to my surprise,
he was staring at my hard-on as I rocked my hand back and forth, moving the
foreskin up and down across the head of my cock.

"That's pretty cool, man...the whole foreskin thing," he panted as he
contined to stroke his huge rod.

"Yeah, definately enhances the pleasure," I whispered back.

He continued to watch me jerk on my cock, so I decided to put on a bit of a
show for him.  I reached my other hand down, grabbed my balls and started
gently tugging on them.  I saw Shawn start to rub his cock a little faster
and heard him breathing heavily.  I ran my hand up to my nipple and started
gently tugging on the nipple, moaning softly.

A few seconds later, I heard a gasp and a soft moan and looked over to see
Shawn with his eyes tightly closed, blasting a fresh load.  I couldn't
believe my eyes as the jizz kept pumping out of his cock all over his hand,
falling on his abs and coating his lower abdomen.  Each time his cock
spasmed, another stream of cum shot out and he would moan.

The sight of him shooting his load pushed me right to the edge.

"Fuck dude, I'm cumming too", I grunted.  As I climaxed, I started shooting
and felt the first spurt hit the bottom of my chin.  I moaned as I continued
to spurt load after load across my chest and all over my hand.

When I opened my eyes, Shawn was staring at me, a smile plainly evident on
his face.

"Dude, you fucking jizzed everywhere," he laughed. I flinched as he moved
his hand towards my face.

"What are you doing, dude?" I asked him, puzzled.

"Nothing," he said as he swiped his finger across my nose.  "You shot pretty
far."

I grinned.  "Thanks, dude."  He brought his finger up to his nose, sniffed
at my cum, and wiped his finger on his discarded undershirt.  "Smells weird,
man," he said, a grin creeping across his face at well.

I feigned mock indignation and swiped a finger across his abs, picking up
some of his jizz on my finger.  I brought it to my nose, made a disgusted
face, and wiped in on my undershirt.

"Yours doesn't smell so good either," I shot back.  I would have loved to
lick it all off of him nontheless, but I figured I'd probably pushed my luck
enough for one day.

We laughed at each other's mess and proceeded to wipe it up with our
undershirts that we had long since discarded.  We were both pretty soft
again at this point, and I was half-expecting Shawn to trip out on me, but
to my surprise he seemed cool with everything.  We put our school shirts
back on, sans the white cum-stained undershirts, and made ourselves
presentable again.

As I threw my undershirt in my backpack and stood up, Shawn winked at me and
grinned.  "We'll have to do this again sometime."

END OF PART 1


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