Date: Thu, 1 Jun 2006 21:12:38 -0700
From: onetime <onetime (at) smokr (dot) info>
Subject: Ray's Circle - Prologue

    First, a warning: If you find homosexual conduct between youths offensive
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    Third, content codes: BB con mast Young Teen Boys Consensual Masturbation

    Fourth, description: The following story contains the consensual sexual
 activities of teenaged and early teen boys. While some of the events may be
 true, the names of all involved are altered, the locations are changed, and
 circumstances and activities modified. No identifying information is provided.
 This work is intended for entertainment only. Overall, this is a collection of
 reminisces, fiction and collected fantasies. If you, however, find one or more
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    This story starts with a Prologue. This Prologue will introduce the main
 character, his situation, and set up the current timeline.

    Chapter 1 contains a sexual encounter from the character's history. I will
 issue further installments using the format of each even numbered chapter
 (2,4,6...) being a generally non-sexual themed exposition focused on the main
 character in the present day and the events leading to the final chapter. Each
 odd numbered chapters (1,3,5...) will be a memory or flashback of the main
 character of a past sexual encounter. In this manner, I can make it easy for
 those who want longer, detailed stories with character development and plot
 lines as well as those looking for less windy material and more action instead
 of story. By reading only the odd numbered chapters you will simply go from
 one sexual encounter to another.

 	We shall return to the present timeline in each odd numbered chapter,
 exposing more of the underlying connection between these characters before
 the events hinted at in the Prologue finally play out.

 	So, if you wish to meet the boys first, and know them a bit, be able
 to see them in your mind, understand the viewpoint of the main character, watch
 things develop and understand the last chapter, perhaps even enjoy a good,
 long, er, read, don't miss the Prologue below. If, instead, you are just
 looking for a good, quick, exciting encounter story, just stick to the odd
 numbered chapters.

    Finally, some personal words: This is my first submission
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 onetime at smokr.info



 ***

 For all the goodness than comes with closeness, between friends and more.
 For all the beauty, obscured and obliterated, by the actions of idiots,
 To all the ones who can tell the difference,
 and especially to the ones who live the difference...

 ***





 A Circle of Friends

 ~Prologue~

 the present...



    It was the last Wednesday in February. A cold winter day in Chicago's
 near west side. It was also Ray's sixteenth birthday.

    Biking home from school on the slick, snow-covered streets, his mind raced
 with thoughts. Many boys just turning sixteen would be focused on getting that
 ticket of freedom, a driver's license. But when you live in a city, like Ray
 does, the likelihood of it leading to actually driving, especially ever having
 your own car, was pretty low. His dad carpooled or took a taxi, his mom got
 rides from friends or used a bus or train to get around. Ray's parents owned
 a car, sure, a two year old Bonneville four-door sedan. Nice car, dark blue in
 and out with a cloth interior, nice custom wheels and a German 3.8 liter v6.
 It was used on weekends, sometimes, for family trips to relatives or cookouts,
 but usually resided quietly in the garage. Ray had his bike. And he used it
 every day. Even deep in the Chicago winters. Ray had really wanted it and was
 glad to have it. Even some of the rich kids raised their brows at it from time
 to time. A Huffy 26" chromed dirt track five-speed. A birthday present when he
 turned twelve.

    Ray's birthdays were special to begin with. He was born February 29th. But
 this year it was a real year, his birthday actually existed for only the fifth
 time, including the day he was born, in his entire life. Others call it
 Leap Year, Ray called it a real year. Ray didn't know exactly what was in
 store, but he knew it was going to be special.

    His dad was taking him to the DMV next Saturday anyway so he could worry
 about it then. Besides, the events planned for tonight were much more
 imminent, and important. Today, Ray's mind was busy with thoughts of tonight.
 After dinner, five friends were coming over for a small party. Since today was
 a Wednesday, and a school night,  it was agreed, well, his parents had told
 him, no party tonight. On Friday night the party would start at 6 at his house
 with his parents. Another party, the real party, with just his friends and,
 most importantly, no adults, was set for 8pm. Elsewhere.

    Ray had invited an even dozen friends from school for the first Friday
 party, but only Tom, Jeff, Eric, Brent and Ryan would be coming over tonight.
 Most of The Circle. There would be even more at the real party later Friday
 night as the entire Circle would be there, and many more. The guys coming over
 tonight said they were bringing small presents, stuff Ray's parents would not
 be surprised about. His best friend, Tom had already told him what he was
 bringing tonight, a new game for the PC. He wouldn't talk about the gift he
 had for Friday night. Not a word, just a slick smile. Tonight would be cool,
 but Ray was really looking forward to Friday.

    Ray knew they would not be able to toke at his house, but they would when
 they went off for the real partying later. Weeks ago Ray had informed his
 parents of a group party over at Rob's house. Ray's parents were assured there
 would be no trouble, but what they didn't know was that the party was
 going to be a huge blowout! Ray had been hinted at by almost everyone that this
 party was going to be a big one. Even Rob's parents had dropped a few
 tantalizing hints over the last few weeks, saying like, "Don't forget a couple
 changes of clothes", and "You don't get sick easy, do you?"

    Despite Ray's best efforts, three girls got invited. Ray was certain
 that he was being 'set up for some' by his buddies. He dreaded the thought,
 but could do nothing to prevent it without demanding that no chicks be at the
 party. Doing so, Ray was certain, would set off alarm bells with his parents
 and his friends. Tom's girlfriend, Helen was one of the three girls invited.
 So was Rob's girlfriend, Sally. The third girl coming was Marie. Marie and
 Ray had some history. She had lived in the house next to Ray since they were
 first built, years ago. She was tall, especially for 17, and pretty. Long,
 curly, dark-honey hair, and always very tanned. Ray liked her breasts because
 they were pretty big and she liked showing them off in tight tops and sweaters.
 She was not very friendly with Ray, and she had been dating Berry from school
 until very recently, so she was the one they were setting him up with.
 They were probably bringing another girl over for the 'big surprise'.
 Too bad it wouldn't be Berry, Ray thought.

    Berry was a sexy guy, Ray often thought when he had came to pick up Marie.
 He drove a five year old Mustang convertible in good shape, he was one of the
 rich boys. Ray would watch Berry sitting in the driveway next door in his
 convertible in those waning summer months, his blond hair shining against the
 black of the car. Slightly tanned and a slim jock, he was almost a year older
 than Ray and had matured much more. His features were taking on the sharper
 and larger proportions of a man, and his body was hardened from years of
 baseball and soccer. He was on both teams at school and one of the best players
 on both. Yes, Ray found Berry more attractive than even Marie.

    Oh, have I mentioned Ray is gay?

    Funny how the girls can move into the rich circle but the boys get treated
 like trash, Ray thought as he leaned back on the bike seat and steered by
 balance on the cleared sidewalks around the school. Berry obviously had gotten
 what he wanted from Marie and moved on a couple months ago. Ray felt really bad
 for Marie, and felt even worse when the stories Berry started telling around
 school made Marie out to be a complete whore. If Ray were the fighting type,
 he would have taken Berry on. But since Berry was part of the football and
 soccer cliques, and anyone who messed with a team mate messed with the whole
 team, as both teams had demonstrated more than once, that would have been
 near fatal. Especially since Ray was one of the 'lessers'.

    Sighing and taking hold of the handlebars again, Ray reflected on how time
 moved along, changing so many things. Ray's reddish-brown hair had grown
 wilder and longer and his shoulders and hips had widened.
 Just last month he had talked his parents into a new pair of
 glasses, wire-frames, instead of the brown plastic framed kind he had worn for
 as long as he could remember. Having pale skin, he was also cursed with a
 fair amount of freckles, though most had faded recently and his complexion
 remained clear with only a rare pimple. Unlike some kids his age, he had no
 beard or mustache. So far only a downy fuzz had sprouted on his chest, arms and
 legs; like most redheads he was decidedly lacking in body hair. He had always
 expected more by sixteen, maybe some shadow on his lips at least. At nearly 5'
 6 and 140 pounds, he was sturdy without being fat, muscle replacing
 youthful softness. His clothes were always getting small on him. He didn't work
 out, but by riding his bike all around the Chicago streets he had developed a
 firm physique and nice, strong, firm legs. He was increasingly proud of his
 round and pert butt, but his pride and joy was his growing dick and balls.

    Framed with still-short reddish-brown hair, some growing on his ball sack,
 it was a full six inches when hard in all its circumcised majesty. His balls
 though, were big and always hung low and loose in his baggy sack. He would have
 been even more proud of them, but they got in the way! Boxers were out of
 the question as he was always getting them between the legs of the boxers and
 his strong thighs, and that always hurt. Especially on the bike. More than once
 he had thought he had crushed at least one! And it seemed to be worse when he
 was out with his parents or hanging with his friends. The very worst were at
 school, when even attempting to adjust your nuts out from between there would
 have been humiliating. He wouldn't know just how large they were until his
 freshman year in high school when he first started getting views of a range of
 other boys. By comparison to the other boys, Ray had horse balls. Even after
 two years in high school, he had yet to see a sack as generous as his own,
 and he saw a lot of naked boys in his gym class. Almost sixty boys alone in his
 gym period. And he had seen other boys naked too.

    Ray attended a very large, old high school that was founded before the
 1900s. It had two campuses, one for the 9th and 10th graders, another three
 miles away across the suburban sprawl for the two higher year students.
 The older campus now hosting the upper classes had been built well before the
 20th century. It resembled the style of Yale so much it was nicknamed for the
 college. It even turned out an impressive percentage of real Yalies and Harvard
 grads, as well as many other ivy class college students and academic and sports
 figures. The other campus was post WWII and seemed to avoid any right angles or
 square rooms whenever possible. Around a thousand kids were enrolled in each
 grade at any one time. With so many kids, cliques and groups were the norm.

    Ray turned off the wide four-lane street onto a narrower two-lane one,
 lined with tall, old trees and broken only by the few driveways spaced very
 far apart. A few homes were visible behind their isolating walls of greenery,
 but most were completely invisible, the driveway disappearing around a curve
 or guesthouse. Every one had a gateway of some sort, ranging from two short
 pillars without any gates or fences to a pair of stone pillars with a single
 sliding gate on a track to large, ornate stone archways with a pair of swinging
 gates and a intercom/security panel and camera.

    These older, larger homes were built before the first world war between a
 stretch of old highway and the last of the forest preserves. These homes had
 multiple acres of lawn and trees, and neighbors who's homes were out of view.
 A very few of the homes had been destroyed one way or another and the lots
 turned into two, three, four, sometimes even six, separate lots, forming small
 groups of middle-class homes among the offended older estates.

    These new patches offered a house on side streets lined with old oaks and
 elms with sidewalks and driveways to private garages. Luxuries in the dense
 sprawl of Chicago's near-west side. Expensive, but affordable for those with
 good jobs for both parents. The only problem was for the kids. None of the
 neighboring kids were welcoming. The gall! Bringing the lessers into their
 presence.

    Of the families in these houses, only a few had kids. A few dozen of
 the mansions had kids in the high school, but only two of those kids would even
 talk to those in Ray's circle of averageness. Both of them became a part of
 The Circle, and were even more unwelcome among the rich kids for it.
 They never regretted it.

    As he swerved among the other kids heading home, Ray's mind wandered back
 to the days when his family first moved here from the apartments downtown as he
 huddled deeper into his winter clothing, squinting his eyes against the strong
 Chicago winter winds. He had lost the few friends he had when he moved and
 was forced to start all over again. It didn't take as long as Ray feared,
 though, before he had met a new friend, one who would become his best friend.
 Eventually he formed a tight group of close and well-trusted friends out of the
 middle-class kids living among their stuck-up neighbors. Within a year, the two
 rich kids joined the ranks and the The Circle had been formed. This band of
 friends would evolve over the next years, gaining a rare member temporarily,
 but the Circle of Seven remained strong and loyal. Outwardly, The Circle was
 well-known. The parents knew the term well and often used it to describe other
 members. "Going out to hang with the circle?" some parents would ask.
 Around school they were also recognized as a tight group of their own.

    Currently The Circle consisted of Ray, Tom, Jeff, Todd, Eric and the rich
 twins, Brent and Ryan. These seven were the solid members of The Circle. Tom
 and Ray were the oldest. Jeff was next, at now fifteen, Eric was fourteen and
 the twins were thirteen. Jeff's brother, Todd, the youngest, was almost
 thirteen. Other members came and went, usually during summer breaks and always
 relatives or friends of the seven. While inducted into The Circle and initiated
 official members, they were not part of the inner Circle of Seven, as they all
 referred to themselves privately.

    Ray was a red-headed boy with deep brown eyes and fair skin with a few
 freckles. He had the All-American look. Sturdily built with wide shoulders, the
 football coach had more than once approached Ray about the team. Ray
 always had the 'just not a fan' and 'really busy with stuff' reasons ready and
 the coach didn't push the matter. The wrestling coach was another matter; Coach
 Taylor often talked to Ray about the wrestling team. Coach Taylor was short and
 slim, a former feather-weight wrestler, and often mistaken for a pupil by
 teachers on parent-teacher nights, much to his apparent amusement. Ray the
 coach off with the same arguments, but this coach was more insistent. Ray also
 thought that perhaps the coach was after more than just his wrestling efforts.
 Ray heard rumors to that effect more than once, but rumors among kids rarely
 had much to do with the truth, as Ray had personally learned by now. Besides,
 he was far too shy to even think of dealing with that.

    Tom, also Irish-German, had very white, fair skin with nary a blemish.
 Straight black hair hung from his scalp in a typical Moe-style bowl cut for the
 entire time Ray has known him. A bit on the skinny side, Tom stood about 5' 6
 and weighed in at about 140 pounds. He was not athletic in any way, but had
 suddenly become skinny last year, going from a near butterball to a skinny,
 lanky dude while growing a mere two inches. Being short as well, clinched his
 lack of interest in sports. Tom dug cars. And chicks. And movies.
 Usually in about that order. Tom was born two months after Ray, making him the
 second oldest of seven. Tom and Ray were the founding members of The Circle.
 They would also be the founding members of The Secret Circle, which eventually
 became the Secret Circle of Seven. But I am getting ahead of the story.

    Jeff was the next oldest, and the tallest. He was the fourth to become a
 member of The Circle before it was so-named. At just under 5' 10 he was going
 to be fifteen in just a couple months and was around 170 pounds. Jeff literally
 towered over everyone else.

    When Jeff started his puberty growth, at twelve, Ray was surprised. At
 thirteen, almost fourteen, Ray thought he would remain the biggest of the
 group, in more ways than one, but Jeff soon caught up and surpassed even Ray.
 With straw-colored blond hair, slightly wavy but never curly, round, soft blue
 eyes, light eyebrows, fair skin and braces, Jeff indeed fit the All-American
 mold too. His Nordic ancestry showed clearly in his height and build, and most
 especially in his facial features. Slightly chunky, not really fat, just built
 big with some softness still, and no athlete, Jeff had a fairly unique
 attractiveness Ray noticed the first time he saw him on the school bus that day
 in freshman year. Ray referred to Jeff's kind of build as 'svelte', although
 the classical meaning was a bit more than Ray used the term for. Sexily stocky
 was another. Ray had noticed Jeff's growth and had kept close track of his big
 hands and long, heavy fingers. The glimpses Jeff gave everyone during Friday
 night dares or games left little doubt to the other members of the group that
 Jeff was well-endowed, in length and girth, and probably the biggest boy of
 them all now. And that his pubic hair was very light blond. Ray loved that.

    Eric was the thinnest of the group. At fourteen, his hair was strawberry
 blond and pale blue, almost gray eyes glinted under his nearly invisible
 reddish-blond eyebrows. His skin was always tanned though. At 5' 2 and
 130 pounds, dripping wet as Ray had seen him more than once, Eric was no threat
 to anyone, even though he tried to be. Eric's family didn't know much about
 their past, or rarely spoke of it, but Eric's ancestry had to have some of the
 Angle Aisles in it, for Eric had the bright red body hair only Scots and the
 Irish seem to have. His underarms and pubic hair were coppery-red. A close look
 would reveal downy hair on his chest, arms and legs, but it was almost
 invisible, as was the moustache he had yet to even consider shaving, as pitiful
 as it looked. Slightly built, with an energetic personality, Eric was the
 tornado of the group, always doing something or fidgeting around. Hyperactive
 didn't do him justice. He could literally not sit still for more than five
 minutes. Eric also had a slight country accent, almost a drawl. He once
 mentioned growing up in Indiana, but never said much else about his history.
 He was also an enigma. Eric was the third member of The Circle after Ray and
 Tom. Ray and Eric met when Eric was moving into another of the new subdivisions
 just being built on another former mansion lot about three years ago.

    Brent an Ryan, the twins, were barely thirteen. Both showed all the signs
 of growth spurts and puberty in full swing. Brent was by far the more outgoing.
 Skinny, gawky, with buck teeth and a narrow face, boring blond-brown hair and
 an average complexion, he would never be a lady-killer.
 The twins were not identical, and Ryan, the younger of the twins, shared the
 hair and skin color, but little else. Both stood about 5' 5" and weighed around
 140. Ryan's head and face were rounder, smoother and his teeth straighter.
 Ryan also wore wire-rimmed glasses. Brent was the athletic type, loving to
 skateboard, bike and about any loud rock music. Ryan was more introverted,
 liked reading books and listening to country music. Brent and Ryan did share
 another trait, bright, piercing, gray eyes. Brent and Ryan were the only two
 rich kids who even talked to anyone from the smaller houses, and as such, were
 the only two rich kids to become members of The Circle. They were members
 five and six, becoming friends with Ray, Tom and Eric, earlier the same summer
 as Jeff and his brother.

    Finally, Todd, Jeff's little brother, who was the shortest of The Circle.
 Not the smallest, just the shortest. Not obese either, but he sure a big boy.
 He also had breasts the guys teased him about constantly. And he hated sports.
 Or riding bikes. Karate was different. Todd liked to watch any kind of Ultimate
 Fighting on television. He was a video game fanatic in the strictest sense of
 the phrase. He knew every video game, was almost always the first to finish a
 new game or figure out a tough spot that stymied the rest of the group.
 There were no other kids around Todd's age or younger unless you counted Sofie,
 the five year old who lived closer to the twins than the rest of the group.
 Naturally, Todd ended up hanging around the older kids and eventually was the
 last to be initiated into the group, forming The Circle of Seven. He had met
 the twins because they were closest in age and they lived nearby.
 That friendship let to their meeting the older boys just last summer and being
 included into the group before Todd.

    Other members had come and gone over the years, mostly friends and a few
 relatives of the other six members of The Circle.

    Tom and Ray met in 6th grade when their families moved to the newly built
 houses. They became friends so quickly, neither remembered exactly when or how.
 Both were not, of course, very popular, and Tom had moved in less than a month
 after Ray. The brand new homes had just been built on four plots divided out of
 a formerly larger plot of land where an empty, six bedroom, semi-gothic brick
 mansion had been struck by lightning and burned down. The land was sold by the
 trustee to a development firm who quickly slapped four standard two-up,
 two-down, three story houses with driveways and attached garages on it. While
 all four new houses were separate, with a thin strip of grass between them,
 they were nonetheless not much more than town homes. One large drive way
 served the first two houses' garages, the houses mirror images of each other.
 Another identical driveway served the other two houses, again, mirror images
 of each other.

    Not only did social and economic considerations isolate this group of
 friends from the rest of the neighborhood, so did cars: The rich kids had them,
 these kids didn't. Most of the families in the newer houses barely made ends
 meet in order to live in this neighborhood. Most of the new houses, small as
 they were, still sold for nearly a million dollars apiece. Affording a single
 car was often a luxury for these folks. A second car was usually out of the
 question. Ray's own folks make about six figures and a single car strained
 their finances. Tom's parents make around eighty-thousand a year and were
 constantly in financial stress to maintain a home in this neighborhood.

    As Ray rounded another corner and started down another wide, suburban
 residential street, he pondered on the dark shadow hanging over this week.
 Not just the heavy, dark winter clouds that were perpetually overhead during a
 Chicago winter, not the social barriers and not the financial separation, but
 rather this particular shadow had developed over the last few years, was deeply
 personal, and had grown darker and more foreboding over time. It hung over
 every week. Every day. Every hour. In every way.

    Ray's mind wandered back to when he was twelve and he admitted something
 that was very difficult for him, even only to himself; he liked boys far more
 than girls and was probably gay. At least, he had done some stuff with boys and
 noticed he liked looking at and doing these things with boys, but girls seemed
 strange and unattractive. From what he understood of the female anatomy, it
 seemed messy, disgusting and absurd. Blood? Yeast infections? Discharges?
 Tampons, douches, creams and ointments?! Gross!

    For a while he lied to himself and tried to convince himself he was just
 curious and would outgrow it soon. He didn't believe that for long.

    From the age of about ten or eleven Ray had been curious about sex, just
 like his buddies and nearly every other boy. By the time The Circle had been
 formed the boys often bragged and lied to each other about getting lucky or
 "gettin' some". They all knew it was bull shit, but they never called each other
 on any of it. It was all in fun and good times among good friends. As time went
 on and the boys grew older, almost all the gang had gotten hold of porn mags
 from someone at some time or another. In the last couple years they usually sat
 around smoking some grass and would flip through the pages, making comments and
 laughing. Almost every Friday night, by the last page of the magazine, each boy
 was rubbing and squeezing their own packages. Sometimes going as far as to rub
 their crotch openly and commenting how good a bitch would be about now.

    The Circle got together nearly every weekend. If there was pot and mags
 around, the night invariably had one of these sessions. Not every member of the
 tightly knit group showed up every weekend, rarely was there less than three of
 them at a time during these Friday sleep overs. In fact, these boys were
 almost always gathered in a group. It was unusual to see only one of them any
 time other than in classes at school. Never, not once, had any of them ever
 touched each other or done more than self-fondling, adolescent gestures of
 braggadocio or the quick flash or dare. Not in the group, that is.

    Back when Ray and Tom, the two oldest of the group, had turned fourteen,
 they had done a bit more. Together.

    As Ray rode to meet Tom at the book store, bundled in layers of heavy
 winter clothing, his hands still feeling the cold even through his heavy
 gloves, his lips frosting with his own breath even while wrapped behind
 a ridiculously long, multi-colored scarf, he warmed himself with one of his
 most pleasing memories...