Date: Tue, 16 Feb 2016 02:21:35 +0000
From: Matthew S <mattstories@hotmail.com>
Subject: Finding My Voice - Chapter 7

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 for yourself but
any consequences of that decision are yours.

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The story so far:

Our main character, Aaron, is 13 years old and suffers from a crippling
shyness which makes social situations difficult for him. He is sent on a
trip to Germany with school to help him overcome this but is rejected by
the other children his age quite early on. He rooms with three older boys;
Adam, Danny and Kieran. He has now begun to develop friendships with all
three but it is Kieran that Aaron has been dreaming about for the last 10
months. The two boys have shared a near kiss but this has left Aaron
confused. After confronting a girl, Kelly, about her treatment of a boy,
Danny, Aaron has begun to come out of his shell but found the experience
very emotionally draining. After swimming with the boys, Aaron overhears
Kieran talking to Adam and Danny about how he wants to kiss him. That
evening, Aaron decides to make the first move and the boys kiss.

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Finding My Voice - Chapter seven.

Waking in the dark, the first thing I noticed was the heat. Never before in
my life had I slept so closely to someone and I hadn't anticipated the
effect his body would have on me. While I was sleeping, I must have moved
the covers down my body, leaving my chest exposed. In an attempt to cool
myself, I tried to move my arms away from my body, only to realise that the
arm wrapped over my chest wasn't mine; it was Kieran's. Kieran... it was
real. I had actually... kissed him. More than that, he'd kissed me
back. The memories of the night before came flooding back as I awoke
fully. What had come over me? What if I'd made a mistake? Oh god, what if
he hated me when he woke up? Panic began to flood through me and I pulled
away from the beautiful boy behind me. At least, I tried to. As he felt me
move, Kieran's grip tightened, refusing to let me go. His voice, soft yet
commanding, simply issued one statement, "No."

Knowing he was awake, I desperately wanted to turn to him; to talk through
the events of last night but I dare not. Instead, I relaxed into his
embrace. My senses explored him without moving; his heartbeat causing a
small pulse against my back. His arms and legs, much hairier than my own,
tickled my skin. His steady breathing brushed against the side of my face;
telling me that he had fallen back into slumber. He must have enjoyed
having my body so close to his, given that I could feel the throbbing of
his cock against my boxer-clad bum cheeks.

I don't think I slept much that night. I didn't want to miss a single
second of it. The boy behind me was so beautiful, so kind, so caring, that
to fall asleep would be like saying that his embrace wasn't worth staying
awake for and that just seemed rude. At one point, I'm not ashamed to
admit, the events of the evening did hit me. It all became a little much
and I had a quiet little cry. It seemed, whether he knew it or not, that
Kieran held me even tighter during those moments.

Eventually, sleep must have taken me. When I awoke, I found the bed
empty. Worried, I bolted upright and noticed that Adam and Danny's bed was
also empty. It was a needless worry, as within moments Kieran emerged from
the bathroom; damp hair clinging to his face and a towel wrapped around his
waist. Silent, he came over and sat on the bed, a huge smile breaking out
on his face as our eyes met. He took my hand and just waited. Neither one
of us wanted to be the first to talk so all the unspoken words just hung in
the air around us.

I really enjoyed last night... no... maybe I should tell him I loved
kissing him... no, maybe say something funny... Oh god, why does he have to
be half naked, I can't think straight.

I tried to begin, "I..." Kieran nodded at me, willing me to speak on,
"I..." he smiled, letting me know it was ok, "I... need to go to the
toilet!" And with that, I jumped up, leaving him behind and quickly locked
the door to the bathroom behind me. What on Earth was that, Aaron? Where
was the in control, confident guy who went for what he wanted last night?
Then I realised. The first kiss had been so full of passion, so full of
need, that it gave me that confidence to claim it. This was
different. Neither of us were lost in a moment, we'd had time to think
about it; time to go over it. What if everything was different now?

Looking into the mirror, I fixed my hair and brushed my teeth, all the
while, thinking about what I was going to say. When I could put it off no
longer, I slowly turned the handle and re-entered the bedroom. Kieran was
dressed, thank god, and looked as if he had been having his own internal
conversation as well. As soon as he saw me, he burst, "Thank you." Now, of
all the things I'd been expecting to hear, that wasn't up there.

"You're welcome..." I replied, unsure.

"No, I mean..." he continued, "I was just... finding it so hard. I knew I
wanted to but I just didn't know how to do it. You... you were amazing. You
made it so... right."

I couldn't help but smile as I blushed. Stepping forward, I reached for his
left hand. Our fingers interwove and his thumb stroked mine. It took
everything I had just to keep looking at him.

"So... yeah... thank you." His right hand reached up, his fingers twisting
into my hair. This was it. We were going to have our second kiss.

And we would have, if Adam and Danny hadn't taken that moment to come
bounding back into the room. As if burned by fire, I pulled away, looking
to ground. Strangely, Kieran didn't move; did Adam and Danny already know?
Had he shared our most private moment with them?

"Aaron, get dressed lad. We're going out shopping soon and you're about to
miss breakfast," Adam informed me while throwing open the doors to my
wardrobe. He seemed completely oblivious to what he'd just interrupted. My
heart was pounding as if my Mum had just caught me with my hand in the
biscuit tin; I know it sounds daft given that both boys clearly knew about
Kieran being gay but I don't know, I just wasn't ready for all that. I
couldn't even have a conversation with Kieran about it let alone anyone
else. The boys left, dragging a reluctant Kieran with them, and left me to
dress alone. After that interruption, I felt more confused than ever.

How is it possible to go from blissfully happy to scared and confused
within a 10 minute window? I'm so sick of this; I like Kieran and he likes
me, I know he does! Why am I so goddamn scared of talking about this?
Pulling on my clothes, I resigned myself to dealing with this. I had the
courage to kiss him the first time, I just need to find the courage to kiss
him again. I was going to do this... no... yes I was. Feeling that
determination inside me again, I flung open the door to our room and was
confronted with Kieran's face. All the psyching-up was completely wasted as
I lowered my head and felt the confidence drain down through my legs into
the floor. But it didn't matter. With a single finger under my chin, Kieran
brought my face to his. In one delightful moment, his lips were once again
on mine. Softly touching them; guiding them in a sensual dance. As he
pulled back, his eyes never left mine, "I should never have gotten out of
bed this morning without doing that."

His words were like honey to me and I couldn't help but smile. Taking his
hand, we headed down to breakfast.

That was an experience. As we entered the dining room, I kept expecting
people to comment on us but I don't think anyone even noticed. It didn't
stop me being in meerkat mode though and constantly looking round to see if
anyone was whispering about me. Not even Adam or Danny commented when we
sat with them and started eating; they definitely couldn't have failed to
see our very public display of affection. We remained like that, hands
locked together, until we left the hotel and started down the local high
street to do some shopping.

My goodness, I thought that my knowledge of German from studying it for the
last two years was going to be more than enough to help me navigate
conversations with people but I was, most assuredly, wrong. Within minutes,
an older lady had stepped out in front of me and was attempting to talk to
me. I had no idea what she was saying; I didn't even recognise any of her
words to begin trying to decipher what she wanted. The others were no use;
they just took a step back and laughed at me while I stood there like a
deer in the headlights. Eventually, she gave up, smiled at me, reached over
and ruffled my hair and then went on her merry way. Stunned, I just stood
there until Adam came over, put his strong arm around my shoulder and
guided me back down the street. Of course, he proceeded to tease me the
entire way. He spouted off some of the more complex German he knew, given
his 4 years of study, which again I didn't understand. Turns out, he didn't
either which I found out as Danny gave him a shove and told him he'd just
asked me where the local library was while showing me a piece of fruit.

Spending this time with the three of my friends together was wonderful. It
really served to calm me down after the morning's worry. Having never had
friends, I didn't know if this was typical but I just found that being
around them made everything better. Things were more enjoyable, funnier and
just generally more pleasant. Whether it was the way Kieran smiled at me,
the way Adam's tactile nature made me feel protected or the way Danny's
sense of humour would always make me smile; I felt at ease with them
all. If this was what friendship was then I'd finally realised just how
much I'd been missing all these years.

There wasn't much on offer in the high street; the shops were definitely
more for local people going about their daily lives rather than
tourists. There was this one place where I spent an awful lot of time just
looking through different pieces of handmade jewellery. I'd never owned
anything like that growing up and was a little fascinated by the woven
patterns on the bracelets and necklaces. Ultimately, I walked away. I
didn't have much money and, in truth, converting the values between Euros
and Pounds Sterling was confusing me a little. The boys, on the other hand,
seemed to be stocking up our room with all sorts of treats; unusual sweets,
drinks and general snacks seemed to be the focus for the day and, by the
time we had finished, they were carrying armfuls of the stuff. Kieran had
also become slightly obsessed with this very strange shop that we found
near the hotel. It was stocked full with a wide mixture of things but, in
the window, hung some medieval style swords. Kieran, of course, nearly
convinced himself to spend the rest of his money buying one until we
explained that there was no way that the border controllers would let him
bring that back into England, not to mention the fact that Miss Raymond may
well have lost it if he turned up at the hotel swinging it around.

We were towards the back of that shop when Kieran came up to me and wrapped
his arms around my waist.

"Hey you," he began, smiling down at me.

"Hey," I replied, biting my lip.

Any reservations he had earlier seemed to be long gone as he lowered his
face to mine and kissed me right there amongst the bookcases full of old
dusty books. His touch was more forceful this time and I parted my lips in
response. His tongue gently pushed into my mouth and lightly caressed my
own. While I almost lost myself in his kiss, I felt his hands slip down and
just rest on my bum. I don't know why but this seemed to spur me on more
and I'm sure I let slip more than a couple of moans into his mouth. All too
soon, he pulled back and just looked at me. Giggling, we both realised the
awkwardness of the situation; here we were in a foreign country, in a
strange little shop, kissing rather passionately with no regard for who
might see not to mention the obvious effect it had on our bodies. Part of
me knew I was being a little foolish to do this right then and there but,
to be honest, another part of me didn't care.

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Thank you for reading chapter seven 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.

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