Date: Tue, 26 Jan 2016 05:49:42 +0000
From: Matthew S <mattstories@hotmail.com>
Subject: Finding My Voice - Chapter two.

Hi guys,

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 similar 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.

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The story so far:

Our main character, Aaron is 13 years old and suffers from a crippling
shyness. This often leaves him unable to speak to others and so his mum and
teacher have decided to send him on a trip to Germany with other members of
his school to try and help break him out of his shell. After failing to
make friends with the others from his year group, Aaron finds Kieran, a 15
year old boy he has been dreaming about since the start of Year 8. Despite
wanted to, Aaron couldn't speak to him but there is a moment later on the
coach, when all the lights are out, and Aaron watches Kieran touching
himself in the dark. The next day, Kieran comes to his rescue when the
group of children are instructed to group up for room sharing and insists
that Aaron be allowed to share with him and his two friends.

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Finding My Voice - Chapter two.

Sex and relationships had never really been something that I'd thought
about when I was younger. Even when we were studying Sex Ed as part of
Primary school, it just seemed so mechanical to me. The other boys in my
class started talking about girls straight away; who they'd like to have
sex with, what they would do with them. For me, it never clicked. The idea
of being with a girl, even kissing one, just felt wrong somewhere inside. I
knew it was something I never wanted to do. It didn't quite make sense
until that first day at the start of Year 8. I was lined up and waiting to
go into Maths when I noticed Kieran walking down the halls of Rockforth
Academy. The sight of his face stopped me dead in my tracks and I couldn't
help but stare. He was laughing and joking with his friends and, with each
passing second, getting closer to me. There just seemed to be an aura
around him; a positivity that seemed infectious. It didn't last long as I
was forced into class but, for the rest of the day, my thoughts were only
of him. I didn't have a word for it but I knew that this was how the other
boys seemed to feel about girls and it just felt... right.

Now, here I was, stood in front of this boy who had captivated my mind for
the past 10 months. More than that, he was holding onto my shoulders and
winking at me. He actually winked at me. I secretly thanked god for the
tight underwear I was wearing because my cock had a mind of its own and was
hardening just from the touch of his soft hands on my shoulders.

"Come on," he repeated to me, waiting for me to move. His smile was
dazzling and I couldn't help but smile back as I turned and started walking
towards the hotel. His hand never left my shoulder as he guided me through
the maze of corridors and stairs until we eventually arrived at what would
be our room. Whilst one of his friends fumbled around with the key and
tried to get the door open, I turned to face Kieran. It had taken me a
couple of minutes but I managed to get out a "Thank You."

He looked at me, a momentary flash of confusion crossing his face before it
settled back to his usual smile, "Don't worry about it."

I don't know if many of you have been on school trips abroad before and
what your experiences were like but our room was much better than I had
imagined it would be. Freshly painted walls, modern furniture and a huge
balcony overlooking the Rhine river. There were two wardrobes next to two
double beds, both with clean, professionally folded covers on. Wait.. two
beds but.. there were four of us! I began to look around for the couches
that must pull out to make the two other beds but found nothing. Seeing the
confusion on my face, one of Kieran's friends laughed.

"First time abroad with school eh?" he said to me, "They keep costs down by
getting double rooms rather than single beds."

"Come on Aaron, you can share with me," Kieran said from behind me,
indicating the bed near the balcony doors. "Don't worry, I don't snore."

Snore? I was going to get to share a bed with the boy I had been dreaming
about, I didn't care if he sounded like he was sawing down an entire forest
as he slept! The thought both delighted and petrified me at the same time;
what if I woke up hard? What if I moaned something out in my sleep? My
dreams over the past year hadn't always been the cleanest and being this
close to the featured star of them would only make them worse! Thoughts
were rushing through my head and then suddenly everything was quiet; Kieran
had placed his arm around me and was guiding me to the edge of our bed. Our
bed, even the thought of that was enough to make me shiver.

We sat down and Kieran introduced me to his friends. First was Adam. He had
clearly hit his growth spurt early and just carried on going as he was at
least a foot taller than me and his shoulders were twice as wide. His short
hair was the darker side of ginger and he had emerald green eyes that
caught your attention. He was definitely attractive and, if it wasn't for
Kieran's beauty eclipsing everyone else in the room, I think I'd have
developed a little crush. A huge smile beamed down onto me as he had pulled
me in for a bear hug. "Really glad you're sharing with us, lad." I'd
expected his voice to match his appearance; something big and booming but
it just shows you how wrong it is to assume. He had a light toned with a
soft Irish accent underneath. You could tell he had been living in England
for a while but there was still that hint of his Irish roots that refused
to leave. As his arms wrapped around my much smaller frame, the heat from
his body radiated into mine. Normally I'd have been freaking out about this
level of contact. I barely hugged my own family members but Adam just had
this quality to him. He made you feel.. safe.

The reception I received from Kieran's other friend, Danny, wasn't so
warm. He seemed more bothered about fixing his hair as he twiddled and
twisted the blond spikes while staring into the mirror. He was a stunner,
there was no doubt about it, but everything in his demeanour suggested that
he was more than aware of how good looking he was. Deciding that his hair
was finished, he began adjusting the clothes on his tall, slim body. A
slightly crooked smile appeared on his lips as he lifted his shirt to check
out his own abs, though I do have to admit they did look like they had been
sculpted perfectly for him by artisans. Without a word, he waved a hand in
my direction, not wanting to, or perhaps able to, pull himself away from
his reflection.

The awkwardness of the moment was broken by Adam, "I don't know about the
rest of you but I need a shower," he declared. 24 hours stuck in those
little seats on that hot coach had taken their toll and the room was
already starting to smell a bit funky from having 4 sweaty teenage boys in
it. I don't know what came over me but out of nowhere my mouth opened,
"Yeah you do stink Adam," I said with a smile. He turned towards me and my
eyes went wide as I realised what I'd done but, rather than being cross,
Adam started laughing. Huge belly laughs as if I'd just made the most
comedic quip ever.

"Oh I do, do I lad?" he said as he pulled me towards him and pressed my
face into his body, "Best take a big deep breaths to check before you make
accusations like that." I struggled against his powerful arms but there was
no way I was breaking free. I started to giggle and had no choice but to
relent. "Ok! You smell as fresh as daisies now let me go you big oaf."
There were people I had known for years that hadn't heard me say as much as
I had said to Adam. All within the first 5 minutes of meeting him too. I
don't know what it was but everything about him just made me feel so at
ease.

His arms relaxed as he let me pull away but not before he took a deep sniff
of me. "God!" He wriggled up his nose, "And you had the cheek to say that I
smelt bad." I blushed deeply but had to agree.

"Yeah, I guess I need a shower too." I said, looking at my feet.

"We'll take it in turns," Kieran decided, looking at me, "Aaron, why don't
you go first?"

Taking my towel and toiletries bag from my suitcase, I entered the
bathroom. Rather than a glass shower cubicle or curtain, it simply had a
shower head. I stripped off my clothes and left them in a pile on the
floor. My bare feet on the cold bathroom tiles felt fantastic after the
day's journey in a stifling hot coach. As I lowered my black boxer-briefs,
the faint scent of cum hit my nose. Stepping under the spray, I began to
recall how Kieran had looked on the coach. I ran my hands over my chest and
tummy as he had done. Hmm... it was smooth and my body was tight but I
didn't have the same definition that Kieran clearly had. Still, my fingers
could trace the outline of a starting 6 pack, maybe a year or so and I'd be
there. Closing my eyes, I let my hand move down to my hardening cock. It
wasn't as long as Kieran's had looked to be but it wasn't small
either. Looking down as I soaped up the length, I guessed it to be was
around 5 inches. Not bad for a 13 year old and, given my naturally small
frame, it looked quite impressive on me. I traced the length of it,
shuddering as my fingertips grazed over the sensitive head. I couldn't
resist. I began to move my foreskin back and forth, a little at a time,
just teasing myself. Moving lower, I took my balls into my hands. I was
pretty proud of my pubes, which has started to come in a year or so
ago. Being blond, they didn't stand out much but it was enough to clearly
show that I wasn't a little boy anymore. With careful amounts of pressure,
I gave my balls a light squeeze, causing a moan to escape my lips. Enough
playing, I knew what I wanted. My fingers wrapped around my cock, gripping
my foreskin. I loved the way my cock felt in my hand, so hard and yet soft
at the same time. I tightened my hold as I started to slide my skin down
and then back over the head of my cock. The sensation sent shivers down my
spine and I had to rest my left hand against the wall in order to steady
myself. I had only discovered wanking earlier that year and, despite it
becoming my most favourite pastime, each time still felt like a fresh and
new discovery as the waves of pleasure crashed over my body and mind. Soft
moans filled the air as I gripped tighter. The warm water cascaded over my
smooth chest and ran down my body, pooling at my feet. Flashes of Kieran's
face appeared in my mind; first his eyes - such a rich warm brown. I
imagined them staring into my own as his hands ran through my wet hair. His
long fingers weaving into my blond locks, taking hold of me. His lips
appeared in front of me, a soft red against his pale white skin. So
enticing. I bit my own lip to stop the moans becoming too loud. My
breathing turned into panting as I imagined his lips edging closer to me,
mere centimetres away from my own.  His imaginary hands pulling me
closer. His hot breath on my lips as I whimpered and moaned. My hand now in
a quick rhythm, pulling my skin over my glistening cock head; wet with
copious amounts of precum. His lips touched mine and that was it. Letting
out a breathless moan, my balls tightened and my cock pulsed as cum was
pumped out of my body. The first shot was so powerful it threatened to
break the tiles on the wall. 4 thick white loads followed leaving me spent
and my legs weak.  I collapsed against the wall, shallow breathing as I
recovered from the intense level of pleasure that had taken over my
body. My fingers still lightly stroking my sensitive cock as it began to
soften, milking out those last few drops of cum. I noticed a small amount
left on my finger and brought it to my face. After a few moments arguing in
my head, my lips parted and my tongue softly grazed my finger; tasting my
spunk for the first time. I let my body sink, sitting under the shower as
my taste buds came alive, picking out the subtle tastes. 'Not bad' I
thought as I smiled to myself and, for a moment, I wondered how Kieran
might taste.

It took a few moments to catch my breath but when I did, I quickly finished
cleaning up and turned the shower off. It was then that I found that
disaster had struck. Looking over at my clothes, I realised that, without a
screen or curtain, there was nothing to stop the water reaching anything in
that bathroom. My clothes were soaked. Now, to you, that might not appear
to be much at all but, to me, the idea of stepping out there in front of
Kieran and his two friends whilst only wearing a towel was completely
terrifying. Frozen in place, I tried to figure out what to do and it was
then that their voices came through the door.

"Hey man, go easy on Aaron ok? We need to look out for him this trip."
Kieran's voice was as smooth as ever and it made me smile. He was thinking
about me.

"Yeah, right, whatever," I heard Danny reply.

"I mean it Danny, you saw how the other year 8s treated him,"

"I said fine didn't I? Jesus! I get it Kieran, I really do but I'm not
going to be babysitting this entire trip." Danny's voice was full of
bitterness and frustration. I heard footsteps and then a door slamming.

Kieran sighed, "He better not mess this up Adam. He knows how important
this is to me."

"I'll talk to him mate. He's just pissed off about Jenny dumping him, don't
worry, he gets it." I heard Adam say. There was some shuffling about
followed by the sound of the door closing, albeit much gentler this time.

Damn. I guess I wasn't as welcome as I first thought. Who could blame them
really? Why would three good looking 15 year old boys want to spend their
time with me; a scruffy, skinny 13 year old who could barely speak to
them. I decided there and then to take up as little amount of their time as
I could. They had already been so nice offering to room with me that I
wasn't going to ruin their holiday. Danny was right, they didn't need to be
babysitting me.

At least one problem was dealt with. Figuring the room to be empty, I
wrapped the towel around my waist, picked up my dripping wet clothes and
opened the door to our room. As I left the bathroom, I realised that my
assumption had been wrong; the door hadn't been Kieran and Adam leaving to
follow Danny, Kieran was still here, on the balcony looking over the
river. I took a moment to look over this beautiful boy before me; it made
me smile. Carefully, I tiptoed across the room, desperate to get to my
suitcase and into new clothes before he saw me but I had no such luck. No
sooner had I dropped my wet clothes than Kieran opened the balcony doors. I
froze, bare-chested and wet in front of this teenage god. His eyes went
wide and seemed to dart all over my body. "Erm... sorry... I..." Usually
those sounds come from me but, this time, they were coming from him. His
soft, white skin reddened as he blushed, his eyes darting down to the
floor. He hurried past me, grabbing a towel on the way and headed for the
bathroom door. As his hand touched the handle, his eyes lifted and seemed
to settle on my chest for the briefest of moments before he vanished into
the bathroom.

Stunned, it took a moment to realise what had happened. Had I just made
Kieran blush? Had I been the reason he couldn't get out a sentence? The
thought confused me as I dried my body and started to dress for
dinner. From the bathroom, I could hear the shower running again and,
although I could be wrong, I swore I heard my name being called.

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Thank you for reading chapter two 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.