Date: Sun, 24 Jan 2016 01:05:21 +0000
From: Matthew S <mattstories@hotmail.com>
Subject: Finding My Voice - Chapter one.

This is my first time ever writing a story though I've been an avid fan of
Nifty for a while. It's something I've been meaning to do for a while and
would greatly appreciate any feedback you have for me. Please feel free to
email me at mattstories@hotmail.com even if it's just to tell me that you
liked/hated the story. Apologies for any typing, spelling or grammatical
errors.

This story will contain sexual scenes but is also a story about a teenage
boy growing into himself and his sexuality. Although I have borrowed from
my own life and experiences, any events that seem similiar to your own
lives are purely coincidental.

All copyrights for this story are held by me. If it is not legal for you to
read this story, then that is a decision that you need take yourself but
any consequences of that decisions are yours.

The story is set in England where the schooling system works in numbered
year groups. High school for us is from age 11 until 16 or 18. The two year
groups referenced in this story are year 8 (turning 13) and year 10
(turning 15)

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Finding My Voice - Chapter one.


For the first 13 years of my life, I was always the quiet one. The shy boy,
at the back of the classroom, who you never really heard speak. So much so
that I doubt a number of the other kids in my year even knew I existed but
this was fine with me; I was happy to be invisible and would likely have
remained that way if it wasn't for the 'once in a lifetime' trip to Germany
that came up at the end of my time in Year 8. See, my parents and teachers
had both noticed that I didn't really interact with anyone at school and,
unbeknownst to me, had been having regular meetings about this across the
last 3 months. It was decided that I would go on this trip?

"It'll be a good way to make friends," my mum had stated, "What have you
got to lose?"  I'd wanted to scream at her, to tell her that I didn't want
to make friends. That I had spent my entire life trying to stay out of
sight. That when someone spoke to me it felt like a spotlight was shining
down on me and lighting me up for all to see. That my throat damn near
closed up and my heart pounded in my chest every single time I had to reply
to a question. But I couldn't. I guess I didn't want to disappoint her; she
looked so hopeful when she told me that I had been 'chosen' to go away.

Things had been hard for my mum since my dad had died. Finding her sobbing
downstairs into the shoulder of a policeman was, still, one of the worst
memories I had and one that I was sure was going to remain forever. I
suppose it didn't help that he and I looked so much alike, even more so now
that I was getting older. From my messy blond hair that refused to behave
to my small, skinny frame that never seemed to get any bigger, we were like
two peas in a pod. Or, at least, we would have been if that driver hadn't
been drunk. So I did what I had to do, I agreed and forced myself to go.

So here I was, 1pm on a Saturday afternoon, waiting to board a coach for
what would be nearly 24 hours of travelling. Our school wasn't well off,
this trip was paid for out of some grant they had been awarded and the
money didn't reach as far as flights so it was a coach ride down to Dover,
a ferry over to France and then an extremely long coach ride over to the
town in Germany where we were going to stay.

As I put my bags underneath the coach, my teacher came bounding over to me,
her brown eyes twinkling with excitement. "Aaron!" she yelled as her hand
clasped my shoulder, "I'm so glad you came. I think this trip is going to
be fantastic for you." Before I had time to respond, she hurried me onto
the coach and instructed me to sit at the back, where a small group of boys
and girls from my year were already sat, chatting.

Mistake number one; I tried to sit down where I'd been directed to. "What
do you think you are doing?" came a shrill voice from the seat opposite
mine.

"I.. er... she..." The words wouldn't come out. Her eyes narrowed at me. I
was face to face with Kelly Damms, Goddess of Year 8 and the face of many a
boy's jack off fantasies. Hell she probably would have been mine if I
wasn't gay. Instead my palms were sweaty for a different reason, my heart
pounded out of fear instead of lust and my mouth was left empty and
dry. "These seats are for the popular people," her tone mocking, as if she
was speaking to someone half her age, "Run along and find somewhere else to
sit." The laughs from the rest of the group made it very clear that I
wasn't wanted so I moved.

Heading down the bus, I took the first empty place, placing my carry-on bag
on the seat next to me in the hope that it would deter someone from sitting
with me. Feeling the coach's engine start up, I looked out of the window
and mentally kicked myself; two minutes into the trip and I'd already
messed up. For the next two hours, I went through all the responses I could
have given. All the different ways I could have stood up for myself or
could have cut Kelly down to size. I always did this. Analysed situations
afterwards, looking for what I should have done. It was pointless. It
didn't change anything and, the next time I was put on the spot, I'd be
exactly the same. Just a dumb idiot with no voice.

Luckily, my bag defence worked and the rest of the coach trip was
uneventful. When we got to Dover, I just went straight to the front of the
ferry and stayed there, watching the water. Something about the crystal
clear water must have hit me because, without realising it, tears began to
fall from my eyes. Waves of panic started to flood over me; I didn't want
to be here. I'd never been away from home before. I didn't know anyone and
those I recognised didn't want anything to do with me. My breath started to
become shallow and my body began to shake.

"Looking for the dolphins too huh?" a voice came from next to me. It was
deep, with a honey like quality. So calm and steady. It felt like the sound
enveloped me and, in an instant, the panic faded. "Seen any?" I looked up
to see a face I had pictured in my mind many times over the past year. His
dark hair, medium length and always perfectly styled. A few strands
crossing over his warm brown eyes that stood out against his soft, blemish
free skin. I had no idea who he was but his face was always one that stood
out to me in the halls at school. In fact, it was seeing him that first got
me thinking about my sexuality and he had been a star in my dreams since
then. He turned to me and smiled, revealing a perfectly straight set of
white teeth. Oh god... he had said something hadn't he? what did he?
oh.. dolphins! I shook my head, not trusting myself to speak. "Oh well, I'm
sure you will soon. They are supposed to come to the front of boats like
this and jump in the waves, at least that's what Miss Raymonds said." This
time I managed something that sounded somewhat like an 'uh huh' but my
cheeks were burning bright red and I knew he couldn't have failed to
notice. "You go to Rockforth Academy too don't you? I'm Kieran." He held
out his hand but I just stared at it like a fool. After what felt like an
eternity, he moved it towards me and, instead, patted me on the shoulder as
he walked away "Well, if you see any let me know."

'Hello, I'm Aaron. No I hadn't known about the dolphins, that's really
interesting. By the way, I think you're beautiful. Kieran - what a
fantastic name. How do you get your hair so perfect?' All of these thoughts
and more ran through my head for the rest of the ferry ride. Granted, some
of them I definitely shouldn't have shared but I could have at least
offered him my name. The boy of my dreams had been trying to speak to
me. HE had spoken to ME and instead of even being polite, I had ignored
him. I knew that this was a moment I was going to replay for a long time
and was still going through it in my head when I took my seat on the coach
again.

A few hours after we set off from Calais, the sky outside began to
darken. Miss Raymonds turned out the lights on the coach and explained to
everyone that we were going to be driving through the night and told us to
try and get some sleep. I placed my earphones into my ears and tried to
purge the memories of the day from my mind. Despite my intentions and
several hours of trying, sleep didn't come and I ended up just sat there
listening to my music. Out of the corner of my eye, a light
flashed. Looking over to the other side of the coach for the first time, I
saw Kieran, alone and on his phone. His eyes were darting across the screen
as if he was reading something. I started to notice movement as my eyes
adjusted to this new light. His hand lifted up the front of his shirt and
started to move slowly across his body, I could just about make out his
toned stomach; a developing set of abs that he was now tracing with his
long fingers. From the light on his phone, I could see his eyes survey the
bus. Whatever he was checking for, he didn't find it and a few moments
later his hand moved down to the front of his grey jogging bottoms. My
god... my eyes fixated on the bulge just waiting there. His fingers seemed
to dance a familiar pattern as they teased, touched and tugged at his cock;
the outline becoming more and more visible. My experience was limited given
that my mum's internet controls were particularly harsh but from where I
was, he looked to be huge. His chest began to rise and fall quicker as he
slid his hand into his joggers and grasped his thickening teenage
meat. Eyes fluttering, his movements became quicker. My own cock was
struggling against my boxer-briefs inside my jeans and I had to resist the
urge to move my own hand; I couldn't let him know I was awake and could see
him. His mouth appeared to twitch as he moved in his seat, my hand now
quickly gliding over his cock. His legs flexing as he thrusted into his own
hand. To be his hand right now - to have the honour to touching what I
imagined to be a beautiful dick. My cock was now fully hard and throbbing
against its confines, desperate to be free. In my mind, I imagined pulling
it out and joining this sex god in front of me. His body began to jerk and
I knew he must be getting close. His eye screwed up and those perfect teeth
bit into his bottom lip; he was cumming. His creamy, teenage load fired
into his pants. The pleasure pulsing through his body was evident and the
post-orgasmic glow was so beautiful that I experienced my first hands-free
orgasm. My own 13 year old cock pulsed in my jeans and pumped load after
load of fresh spunk into my boxer-briefs. I could feel it against my skin
and had to grit my teeth and close my eyes to stifle a moan. When I opened
my eyes again, I could have sworn Kieran was looking at me. But that would
have been impossible; the bus was pitch black, I could only see him because
of the light of his phone. There was no way he could have seen me or known
I was awake. I was still looking at his face as sleep took him, he looked
so peaceful and it wasn't long afterwards that I closed my eyes and drifted
off too.

"Come on guys, we're here!" Miss Raymonds chirpy voice pulled me from my
sleep. The bright light burned my eyes as I awoke, my body aching from
being stuck in a seat all night. By the time I became alert enough to look
around, Kieran had already left his seat. I tried to get up but was pushed
back by one of the boys from Kelly's group. "Sit down loser, don't you know
that freaks get off last?" his friends chuckled as they past by. Picking
myself up, I clambered out of my seat, picked up my bag and headed off the
coach. Everyone was gathering in front of a huge, bright white
building. 'Wow' I thought to myself, 'They may not have paid for flights
but there was certainly no expense spared on the hotel!'

Miss Raymond commanded everyone's attention, "Right guys, we're in rooms of
3 and 4 so decide who you are rooming with." Oh god, I assumed we'd have
our own rooms. I have no-one to room with. I'm just going to be left. As
the crowd got into groups and started to collect their room keys, the panic
in my chest began to grow. I was going to be the last one left and no-one
would want to room with me. Miss Raymond's eyes fell on me and a look of
disappointment flashed over her face, "Aaron, all of the year 8s have
already picked their groups. Did you not talk to them on the coach?" I
wanted to cry. The same feelings I had on the ferry came rushing back when,
suddenly, I felt a warm hand on my shoulder.

"He's rooming with us, Miss," that same calming voice; the boy of my
dreams.

"Hmmm..." Miss Raymond began, "I'm not sure Kieran, it would be a bit
unusual for a year 8 boy to room with 3 year 10s."

"Oh come on Miss," Kieran replied, "You said yourself that all the other
year 8s already had rooms. Besides, we're already mates." His arm slipped
over my shoulder as he pulled me against his body. His warmth radiating
against me.

"Is that true Aaron?" Miss Raymond asked, she was clearly concerned that
these boys were up to something and, to be honest, the thought was crossing
my mind as well but before I could even think about it, I felt myself
nodding. "Ok then, I guess he can room with you." She spun on her heel
after giving the key to one of Kieran's friends.

I turned to look at the beautiful boy who had saved me from complete
embarrassment and was greeted with that warm and friendly smile once
again. "Come on then Aaron," he said with a wink, "Let's go see our room".


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Thank you for reading chapter one of my story. I hope you enjoyed it -
please feel free to give me any feedback at mattstories@hotmail.com, I'd
really appreciate it.