Date: Wed, 9 Dec 2009 12:22:56 -1000
From: asdf asdf <dickman808@gmail.com>
Subject: Ill Try-Chapter three

This story is fiction.  Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is
purely coincidental.  These stories have as their main character a gay
teenager.  If this is offensive to you, or if it is illegal in your area,
or if you are under age, please leave now.

Constructive criticism is welcome on my e-mail at dickman808@gmail.com

This is my first story and it will build to be more sexual i just needed to
set the story first. Please enjoy and tell me what i need to do.

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I'll Try-Chapter three

`2:13'

At least that's what the blinking LED numbers on my clock are telling me.
Which mean I have less than 5 hours before I need to get up and face
another day of school also telling me that I have been rolling around on my
mattress for over two hours trying to get some sleep.  I am normally pretty
restless getting to sleep and while frankly dead when I get there. However
spending this amount of time twisting and turning in bed trying to get some
shut eye is quite unusual for me. Granted I had more on my mind than I
usually do, what with upcoming tutoring sessions with my despiser and
all. That by no means can be the reason that is attributing to my lack of
ability to fall asleep. No, no I can contribute that to something that
happened earlier in the night, something that I thought would never
happen. Let me start at the beginning, see everything was going good this
evening.  After being called down for dinner and enjoying my mom's
delectable chicken over some more small talk about school, math team, golf
and so on, I headed back to my room to finish up my homework and hoping to
get a start reading that book.  Anyways at around 11 I put down my book and
headed to start my pre-bedtime ritual of the last 3 years.  Now let me
clarify that these `nocturnal activities' are my fail proof way tire and
relax so that I can get a nice and long peaceful rest. This ritual normally
begins with looking at websites that display men participating in
activities some would find unconventional while those more conservative
would brand me a sinner with the fate to burn in hell for tainting my eyes
with the sodomy.  But this evening they would have been proud as I just
couldn't seem to find anything that would really get me going. It was quite
unsettling to say the least. I mean it was not as though I was not
attracted and not sporting a healthy hard-on I just couldn't really get
into it. So after over an hour of searching and coming up with nothing I
gave up and attempted to just sleep. So here I am lying here...

Pondering my predicament I could try the old back up and using the good
ole' imagination.  After my "discovery" that the internet could be used for
more than just research on wildebeest and the war of 1817 the use of my
mind's eye seemed somewhat archaic.  However after being `dragged' along
with Bry by Katie to that new Twilight movie, granted for different reasons
Bry's reason of course was just that he flat out just didn't want to see it
while I on the other hand had no feelings either way to the motion picture
I had no urge what so ever to stand in line and be squashed between so many
tweeny boppers as my mother calls them. This is ultimately the reason Bry
agreed to go when Katie convinced him it would be a good place find me a
chick.  Everyone can say how boring and plot less that movie was but no one
can disagree that Taylor Lautner at least gave you something to stare
at. So at least I have some material to work with.  mind you it is getting
to fall and where I live that means if you dare going to sleep without a
shirt and a pair of shorts over your boxers the chances of you being
uncomfortable due to shivers was quite good.  So laying on my back I
started massaging my crotch through my underwear feeling the silky material
of my basketball shorts and my hardening cock beneath, all the while using
my feet to push my comforter to the base of my bed.  Closing my eyes just
imagining how Taylor's hard body would feel against mine. I worked my hands
up my body slowly dragging my fingers over the waist of my shorts; let them
get caught in the hem of my shirt, bottom of my shirt to be towed by my
fingers slowly bringing it to rest right under my chin. After which I take
my fingernails and run it slowly up and down my body letting my nipples
harden in the cool air.  From before the time of my first self-sexual
exploration I knew that my nipples held special pleasure for me and I knew
what I liked and how I liked it.  After letting my body cool down and
release the warm air my bedspread was helping hold in. I worked my hands up
to my pecs where I started massaging them.  Using my index finger I flick
my buds making sure they are hard and writhing with pleasure every tap.
Placing both index fingers into my mouth I gently suck on them, proceeding
to get them nice and wet. Slowly bringing my spit drenched fingers back
down to douse my nipples with saliva letting the cold air stiffen them even
more.  Visualizing my fingers were an mouth's expert tongue. Using that
bodily implement to induce pleasure that is so great it would be impossible
to imagine they had any idea what control they had over me at that moment.
Then taking the two little nubs which were as hard as rocks I take my thumb
and index finger to squeeze them wishing they were someone's teeth slightly
nibbling and with the only masochistic ounce in my body I begin to take
extreme pleasure from the twinge. After a few seconds which has led if
possible to heightened sense of pleasure I begin tweaking and rolling
them. Being so preoccupied on one desire the other had totally escaped my
mind until a throbbing down under lead me to hark back what I knew would
give me the greatest pleasure.  My left land taking the journey down while
my right dutifully kept its place on my right nipple; I squeezing my
pulsing member through the material noticing the amount of pre-ejaculate
which has seemed to have seeped through give a pretty good idea of what was
happening beneath..  Feeling no need to continue contain my dick in
solitary confinement.  I released it from its prison having it spring to
life jutting straight out to the heavens.  Not that I want you to get the
wrong impression no 10 inch cocks here but it's not 3 incher either.
Somewhere in between 6-7 a size that I for one was extremely happy
with.. Taking my pride and joy in hand, I wrapped my fingers around mid
shaft giving it a grip and slowly working up keeping gentle pressure
working the built up pre-cum out the shaft to bead at the tip where I take
my thumb and slowly rub massaging that liquid in to the apex.  Hoping one
to one day have a tongue that could perform the same feat.  Having
sufficiently built up the tension within I slowly manipulate my shaft up
and down. All the while keeping my right hand busy continuing to work my
overly sensitive nipples. Keeping in my mind's eye on the sight of the top
of a beautiful head bobbing up and down, taking those lips to the base of
my dick, allowing he's nose to rest in my pubes. The constant handling was
gradually start to build slowing feeling the warmth spread through my body
I knew what was coming. My fist working faster than ever, then it started
my toes started to curl and I could feel my balls released what I felt
tsunami. Pushing my imaginary cock worshiper off as though I was going to
cream on his beautiful face who I assumed was still Mr. Lautner only to
have staring back me steely eyes which made my orgasam experience both
sheer pleasure and immense fear all at the same time.. As I reached the
apex of my climax and exploded I saw the same load cover none other than
Mr. Nic Pang and not only was the sneer absent but what was present was a
smile so big I never thought possible for him to give while looking at
me. Which caused the post orgasmic period to last far shorter a period then
I was use to.  Not wanting to dwell on the implications that this could
have I just shoved the thought out of my mind.  Using the sudden fatigue
decide to close my eyes and fall asleep.

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The persistent beeping was driving me crazy. `what is that sound?' Blinking
the tiredness out of my eyes I noticed the sound coming from the clock on
my headboard.  I don't remember setting it.  Feeling paper as I slapped the
`snooze'.  I looked down and noticed a post-it with neat print, a normal
communication method for my mom. Ripping it up I began to read "Good
Morning!! John, I needed to get to work early and tried to wake you up to
ask if you wanted a ride only to get a incomprehensible mumble which I took
as a no. It's not as thought your car was left at school again anyways.  I
hope this alarm wakes you up. Oh I plan to be home a little late your aunty
Janice wanted to have dinner and talk. I know you can fend for yourself.
Love, mom. P.S. Can you at least wear boxers to bed? Only then did I notice
the substantial draft causing me to cringe feel the chill not to mention
dried cum covering my crotch and stomach. But I am sure if mom noticed that
she would have mentioned it. Noticing it was already 730 I need to take a
quick shower to make in before homeroom.

Skidding into the parking lot, I ran to my homeroom praying that it hadn't
ended yet and Mr. Smith didn't send down the roll. As Mr. Smith is one of
the few teachers that wouldn't mark me tardy coming in late, only if I
didn't show would he be required to mark me absent.

"Ahh, Mr. Lau, good I was hoping someone would volunteer to take down the
roll. Said Mr. Smith as a came to halt just inside the door.

"Sure, Mr. Smith" knowing that meant he was waiting for me to show up so
that he wouldn't need to mark me tardy.

"And what do you say to your teacher who saves your ass every day" he asked
with a smile on his face.

As if on cue the whole class recited with me "Thank you, Mr. Smith" in the
sing-song voice like we were in kindergarten.

"Shut up all you smartasses" he said laughed. "Get that to the office" he
said pointing at me. "You know they like to have that 5 minutes after class
starts.  Take your things while you're at it you won't make it back in time
anyways.

"Ok, ok. Thanks again Mr. Smith" I said this time genuinely as I was shooed
out.

Right as I was placing the roll in to the bin I heard the bell signaling to
first period so I head to my pre-calc class.

Entering the classroom I saw Nic at our table. It appeared as though
apparently that either he didn't get the memo that I was to be his savior
or the attudite that he seems to advert to be but I was greeted same as
always with look of loathing.  Prey it was the former I decide to wait
until we were approached by Mr. Wong.  The class progressed smoothly with
all parties engaged principally due to the fact that Mr. Wong started the
class with phrase "Exam Review".  To which we endured a refreshed of the
last 3-4 weeks.  Ending his lecture and handing out practice
packets. Mr. Wong asked if Nic and I would stay after class.  Hearing the
bell ring everyone packed up and filed out the door. While the two use
stayed seated. Glancing over at nic I say his expression looked semi
perplexed as to why I was asked to stay as well. After a few minutes Mr.
Wong approached our table, with a manila folder and sat on the stool facing
us.

``Alright Nic you asked for a miracle this is the closest thing we got'' he
said motioning toward me.

"Huh?" Nic asked confusion etched into his face.

"Well last week you asked if there was anyone else who could help. Since
you I seem to unable to get you where you need to be.'' Mr. Wong tried to
explain.

``I thought when you said you were going to try and convince one of your
most talented tutors I thought you meant another teacher or a senior at
least. I mean he's is only a sophomore. How dumb do you think I am?" Nic's
voice now with a hint of frustration.

"Now Nicolas there is no need to take that tone nor is there a need to
refer to John in the third person. He has graciously volunteered to help
you and I think you should show a little gratitude for the time he is
willing to give up to lend a hand" retorted Mr. Wong whose voice now to on
an edge of irritation.

"I am sorry but is there anyone else at all? I don't mind taking anybody
besides, John" his tone a little desperate.

"See, Mr. Wong I knew he would never go for it. Just as well I don't think
I could help some so far gone anyway" I said slightly agitated being
treated as a thought I wasn't even there. Picking up my belonging and
placing them in my bag.

"Well since you don't seem to even make an attempt improve your situation,
I suppose I am obligated to speak with coach and inform him that you have
been placed you on academic probation for the remainder of the semester."
Mr. Wong said a little defeated. Turning back to his desk.

"Fine, fine, fine . I'll try it." Striking the same tone of defeat.

Standing up and looking him straight in the eyes, wanting to make sure that
the next words I was going to utter would sink "Now look, I know that you
don't like me and frankly I think that you're obnoxious prick but that
doesn't mean that I am not going to put 100 percent into helping you. Not
because I don't wanna see our school lose states just cuz of you, but I
have never done anything half-ass in my life and if you are going to make
me tarnish that reputation I hold for myself I won't hesitate to relinquish
being your tutor. Do you understand that?"

Mumbling something that sounded like "whatever" I just turned around
planning to just scuttle the sinking ship before it could take me down with
it.  As I knew if word got out that had been Nic's tutor and he didn't
listen to me and manage to fail I would be just to blame as him so by not
even associating with him I wouldn't need to deal with that pressure.

"I believe John just asked you whether you agree to show as much effort as
he is willing to provide you, is it a yes or a no?" asked Mr. Wong.

"Yes, I will" Nic answered with a voice polite enough to almost be
sarcastic.

"Alright well meet me in the parking lot after your soccer practice since
math team ends about that same time. We will figure out from there." I said
walking out the door not waiting for a response. I assumed a yes he would
be there and blowing me off would be an equivalent no.

A/N: Hey thanks for reading. I would first like to commend anyone who
writes anything story, book, novel or anything of the sort. I can attest
now that it isn't the easiest thing in the world to do.  I apologies for
the continuity flaw about John getting dropped off but then having a car to
drive home. I didn't have any of the characters fully developed at that
point. Again comments and constructive criticism greatly welcome.  I would
really enjoy any comments of John's "nocturnal activities" do you think its
ending was anticlimactic.  I only get paid in comments and reviews so
please reciprocate XD