Date: Sat, 9 Oct 2004 20:49:57 EDT
From: rick19uk@ntlworld.com
Subject: That Fateful Day 1

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That Fateful Day

By Rick Grahame

Chapter one


My story starts today really as nothing like this has ever happened to me
before. I was in class sat next to a boy called Keith Pearson. Our desks
were doubles and seated two.  He nudged me and when I looked at him he had
this silly grin plastered on his face and was nodding his head downwards
towards his crotch. I looked and saw he had a hard on. Hard on's are not
something I would generally admit to looking at. We all see them in the
changing rooms and I suppose we have all popped one at one time or
another. It's like the others take the mickey out of you but it's soon
forgotten, and I suppose I have taken the mickey often enough myself. When
I see someone whose popped one I always look but make out it's just fun and
nearly always ridicule the boy. On the occasion's I've been caught then
I've always taken the ridicule aimed at me in good part, but been sure to
point out mine was bigger than theirs and don't they wish theirs grew the
same.

      Keith meanwhile, had this amazingly big erection tenting his pants
and I watched it as he twitched it. Quite why, I don't know, but my own
began to grow and started to make its way down the leg of my boxers, and it
wasn't but a few seconds before it was straining against my trouser leg
trying to burst it's way out. Keith spotted it almost immediately and
snickering, made a grab at it. Being in class, it was difficult to try to
avoid him, and the best I could manage was to close my legs tightly and
move my bum back as far as I could on my seat. The teacher, Mrs. Harrison
is an evil bitch of a feminist and was noted for giving us boys a dog's
life, so any untoward noise or disruption would be met with her vengeance
from hell.

      He managed to latch onto my dick and began to gently squeeze it and
slowly wank me through my trousers. The electric thrill that ran through me
was just awesome. I don't consider myself gay in any way shape or form, and
in fact the thought had never occurred to me. This however, had really got
my attention and I couldn't have stopped him if I'd tried. I was just on
the verge of creaming my pants when he stopped. I let my held in breath out
with a great whoosh which obviously drew looks from the other kids around
us. I blushed beet red. He whispered, later Rick, meet me by the gates.

      The rest of the class went by with me in a total haze and this
feeling of revulsion yet excitement too. In all my fifteen years I have
never had anyone touch my dick. Trying to get my head around this was just
too much altogether and the best I could come up with was, how the fuck am
I going to avoid this? I'm *not* queer *at all*. My dick meanwhile was
still rock hard and leaking, telling me a different story. I was sure there
would be a wet patch on my grey school pants. Why the school had picked
grey was beyond me, at least with black it wouldn't have been visible, just
a whitish mark when it dried.

      The end of class finally came and I held back in the hope I would be
last out and could maybe hide my still semi hard dick and wet spot with my
books. I also needed to go to the boys room to try to wipe out the pre-cum
before it dried into a white spot because everyone would know what it
was. Keith jumped up as soon as the bell went and hot footed it out while I
made a play of sorting my books into a size order pile. After a minute or
two, Mrs. Harrison called down saying in her bitchy voice, are you planning
on taking residence here Mr. Manning? It's just totally amazing the effect
that bitch had on my dick because it very quickly shrank as I fumbled with
my books. I was up like a shot and out of there not even giving her the
benefit of a look.

      Once out of the classroom I gave a quick glance down at my pants leg
and was relieved to see only a very faint damp spot. I made my way to the
last class of the day joining the queue outside the door. I was last in
line. Looking down the line I could see the back of the dark head of Keith,
and felt my dick begin to stir all over again. I concentrated on anything
other than sex and was totally relieved as the line began to move off and
into maths class. I carefully avoided sitting anywhere near Keith or in
fact anywhere he may have been in my line of sight. I ended up almost at
the front sat next to another kid who lived on the next street from me and
who I also often travelled with on the bus. His name is Carl Brown.

       I suppose he is a good looking boy and I know I often wondered why
we never hung out after school. He is the total opposite to Keith having
blond hair, amazing green eyes and maybe standing around 5'8". He is into
running and has that lean runners build that I really envy. I am totally
*not* fat but to my mind, my build is definitely not muscular. I stand
higher than most in my year and assumed I would fill out some when I
finished my growth spurts. I stood at 5'10", and had dishwater coloured
hair. Strangely, my eye brows and long lashes are the most intense black
making my electric blue eyes stand out and be my main feature.

      As I sorted out my books I was horrified to find myself looking down
into Carl's crotch. Before I caught myself I was definitely making out the
bulge of his balls either side of the seam of his pants crotch and also
realised I was wondering how big his cock would be. This is just too wierd
and scary. Blushing, I gave a sidelong glance and saw he had also caught me
looking. I quickly concentrated on the board and what Mr. Jones was saying
and writing. I hate sequencing. He was writing out about fifty sets of
numbers telling us to write them into our books setting them out with all
the workings in the page margins. God!.....Once you got the gist of this
sort of problem they were like piss easy, but i still hated them, and maths
in general. Strange, I always get an A or B+.

      Finally the bell went and it was time to go home. I had finished the
problems like ten minutes ago and had made a good impression on the
homework too. Carl asked, you catching the bus? (I often stayed in Diss and
wondered round the shops getting a lift home from my dad who worked
there). I answered yes, and realised with relief that this would be my
saving grace from Keith. I walked out to the bus stops as if I was joined
at the hip to Carl. When I saw Keith I made sure I was deep into chatting
with Carl and refused to look his way as he leant on the gate post. We got
on the bus and continued to chat about this and that until our stop came
up. Getting off I said, see you in the morning, turned and made my way over
the three hundred yards home.

      I ran upstairs and into my room locking the door as I closed it. I
stripped off and went into my bathroom, turned the shower on, let it warm
up and got under the hot water. Aaaaaaaaaah! It is the best feeling in the
world. I soaped myself up and began to pay close attention to my balls. My
dick had already risen to the occasion, and as I slowly ran a soapy hand up
and down it, teasing my foreskin back and forth, I again found myself
thinking about Carls straining crotch seam. As the vision took hold so my
speed picked up. Within nano seconds I was arching my back and spewing
spunk all over the shower door, it looked like gallons and definitely felt
like it too. I went weak at the knees and ended up sat on the floor of my
shower with my dick still pointing skywards giving no sign of going down
this side of next week. I just leant against the wall letting the hot spray
cascade over me whilst I kept hold of my cock slowly and gently rolling my
foreskin back and forth. My mind was full of Carls heavy balls and the
imaginings of how his dick would look. I shot my second load five minutes
later.

      Later, in my room I was panicked about where my thoughts had been
going, and couldn't concentrate on my homework at all. I had only picked at
my dinner earning a stiff rebuke from my mother and father. God! I don't
want to be queer, but thinking about other boys balls and the definite buzz
I got from Keith handling my dick, I couldn't help but begin to draw that
conclusion. Analysing my feelings I realised that I didn't find gayness
repulsive at all, just scary when you think of all the horror stories
involving homophobes.  I also knew all too well that I'd never been on a
date with a girl. Thinking deeply was one of my traits and the conclusion I
had arrived at over that situation was that I must be a late
bloomer. Thinking about it now I slowly but surely came to realise that not
one girl had even come close to attracting my attention, ever! This was
just too heavy by half, and again, panic slowly began to take hold of me. I
eventually went to bed and stroked myself off, once more re-living the
sensation of Keiths hand on my cock. I know I dreamt of Carl, and me
nuzzling my face into his hot crotch. I awoke the next day feeling totally
unrested and hagard. I noticed black rings under my eyes as I combed my
hair. I must have looked rough because even my mum remarked on it. She
didn't offer me the day off though....


       The day dragged by as usual with the exception of the ride in. I had
met with Carl at the bus stop and travelled in with him which was a normal
everydy occurance. He rarely if ever touched onto his home life but today
he did. He told me of an amazing site he had come accross on the web,
asking if I had ever heard of it too. www.jackinworld.com. God! I was the
King of it and actually said so. He looked at me sort of embarrassed like,
and looking down at his feet, asked how many times a day I "did it" ? I
told him that on average I guessed it would 3 and very often 4. He totally
blew my mind when he said he did too. So much for me being King of jacking
off. He went on to say that he often went camping at the weekends and if I
fancied it I was welcome to go with him this coming weekend. It was to be a
long weekend with us off school on Friday and Monday too. He would be
setting off on Friday morning returning when his father picked him up on
Sunday evening. I asked where he was going, and he replied, down to
Southwold. It's in Suffolk, on the coast, and not too far from Sizewell
which is a nuclear power station. Giggling, I asked if we would glow in the
dark once we had been there? He looked pointedly at my crotch and said it
will definitely make "him" easier to find in the dark. We both howled with
laughter, drawing stares from the other kids. Of course I said yes, but
that I would have to check with the rents first, though I knew it wouldn't
be a problem.

      Today is Wednesday, and because I couldn't wait for Friday to come
around, it dragged itself out so much so, I wanted to cheer as the final
bell sounded. I was really quite frantic to get on the bus and continue my
"sexciting" conversation with Carl once more. Once we were on and seated I
managed to steer him onto the web-site "jackinworld" asking how many
different ways he had seen on there, had he tried any, and if so, what was
his fave? He seemed reluctant to answer but I continued to press him. He
eventually said that I had to promise not to tell anyone else, and made me
swear that I wouldn't. I did of course, and when I said come on then, tell
me! He said he would prefer to show me when we were camping. My dick
immediately sprang to life, and I thanked God we had only been able to get
seats near the front of the bus as walking down the full length of the bus
with a boner was definitely not my idea of fun. As we got off my throat had
dried up and I couldn't speak at first. Carl looked on with obvious
amusement at my predicament till eventually, looking down at my crotch, he
asked me, whats up? I blushed so hard it felt like my face may melt but on
giving his crotch a quick glance I could definitely see his pants bulging
too. We chatted on for a few minutes more till he said he had better go or
he would be in trouble for being late home. We parted company and I raced
the few hundred yards home wishing my rents were home so I could ask about
the camping trip.

      The shower once more, was an orgasmic frenzy and the time I spent in
there must have cost the rents a small fortune. It's an electric one that
heats the water as you use it. My dad is always going on about the length
of my showers and the cost in a week. It has an adjustable head and can be
set to a really fine powerful jet. I had discovered when I was fourteen
that it gave me the most wondeful sensations if I played it on my
arsehole. It was just wicked to place the showerhead on the floor of the
shower and squat with my ring-peice directly over it. As I did just that I
grasped my rigid cock and began to thrust. In doing this, the jets passed
back and forth over my rosebud. Today I fantasized that it was Carls cock
grazing accross it and again, within nano seconds I was creaming the shower
wall. God!...Now I know I must be queer. Wierd I know, but it didn't faze
me one bit.

      I spent hours that night locked in my room going over everything that
had happened over the past two days.

I was definitely turned on when Keith grabbed my cock almost to the point
of creaming my pants. I remembered my inabilty to stop him and thanked the
heavens that he had, or my trousers would have been a right mess. The
embarrassment would have been appalling, *and* been hard to bear
too. Thinking about it, I'm sure Carls bulging balls were the bigger turn
on and I wondered if their size was any indication of his dick size
too. They had definitely looked a lot bigger than mine and I certainly
wasn't on the back row when they were given out either. We had never shared
the same sports period so I had never seen him in the showers at all. I
decided I couldn't wait for Friday to come round and that by hook or by
crook I was going to feel his equipment, and if I could swing it I knew I
would be seeing it too. As I drifted off with my own balls cupped in my
hand my thoughts were definitely centred around Carls dick.

      I slept like a log and was so soundly asleep when my alarm went off,
I didn't hear it at first. It's one of those that gets progressively louder
the longer you leave it. When it eventually got through to me I'm sure it
must have woken the whole of Harleston. Thats where I live btw and is in
Norfolk. I go to school in Diss which is about thirteen miles away and
though there is a perfectly good high school in Harleston, I wouldn't be
able to stay on till I am 18. It only keeps you till your'e 16 and it would
have meant starting another school once i reached that age. It's all very
rural and I could really smell the fact that the nearby farmer had gone out
early, muck spreading. It is early September, the crops are in and they are
ploughing all the old stalks into the land but muck spreading it first, and
God! Does it stink. I've lived here all my fifteen years and I'm sure I
will never get used to this stink. We have to put up with it twice a year
too. Ah well! Up and at 'em. I had a quick cold cereal breakfast and rushed
off to meet the new centre of excitement in my life. As I approached the
bus stop there he stood, glowing, and very very desirable. I was definitely
wondering quite what had got into me, but fuck! Roll on Friday, I can't
wait.

      Entering the bus shelter I realised that we were on our own and that
no one else had turned up at all yet. He looked at me saying, hi Rick how
you doing? Carl had this silly grin all over his face as I walked upto him
saying, hi Carl back at him. Quick as a flash, I pointed to his side
accross the road and as he turned his head to look I made a sly grab for
his cock. I managed to cup my hand so the fingers were right under his
balls and as I gave a gentle squeeze it was a shock not only to him, but to
me too as I felt the size and weight of his equipment. He couldn't even
back up out of my grasp because he was leant against the side of bus
shelter so I was able to keep hold and really grope him up. I could feel
that his cock was growing in my hand, and was really quite devastated as he
eventually managed to dodge sideways and out of my hold. As he ducked
sideways he grabbed onto my crutch and whether by accident or design got
his hand wrapped around my own rapidly hardening cock and gave it a few
quick squeezes before letting go. We were both blushing something fierce
but on looking up, I was happy to see his smile and the wink he gave me. He
totally stunned me when I heard him say, fuck! Roll on Friday.

      Seconds later, other kids began to enter the bus shelter and the
normal school day began as the bus turned up and we all piled on. I had to
hold my bag over my crutch to hide my raging hard boner. The problem of
hiding Junior several times a day actually begins to fray the nerves, and
although this time he was at attention due to Carl, he had been a difficult
if pleasurable problem since I was 12. He popped his head up at some of the
most difficult of times, but the bus was always a definite. One of these
days I will learn to sit at the front so as not to have to run the gauntlet
everytime I'm getting off one. I had noticed that the girls were the worst
for spotting it, and had often seen one or another of them nudging her
friend as I queued to get off the bus. A good few had also learned that a
bag strategically placed was there for a purpose and would often try to
grab it away to further compound my embarrassment. It is a pity that after
all my self examination of the previous 2 nights, I had discovered that not
one girl so far had turned me on. I further came to the conclusion that
most of we boys were nothing more than totems they could use and brag
about. The main prob I found was the grey pants. Black would have been so
much better, but grey didn't hide anything at all. At full mast, Junior was
around 7" with a circumferance of 5.5" so you will be able to tell he
wasn't too easy to conceal. I stand at 5'10" and can remember before my
last growth spurt how it was then.  Puberty hit me when I was 12 1/2 and by
the time I got to 13 1/2 he had grown to 6", and though a good bit thinner
than he is now, I only stood 5' tall so he would often be straining to poke
out the top of my pants. I often think I should switch to briefs but I love
that feeling of almost freeballing which I get from wearing boxers, and
briefs on the few occasions I'd worn them, had a tendency to allow my balls
to ride under my crotch which could prove to be very uncomfortable,
especially when sitting down, ouch!

      The bus ground it's way along the country lanes picking other kids up
on its way. Carl and I chatted on about our camping trip which took my mind
of my "little problem". It wasn't till I had got off the bus that I
realised Junior had relaxed. Southwold beach had been our main topic, and
my memory of it was it being really long, and that it was made up of
pebbles and shale that had banked into waves of their own along the
shoreline. To walk along it was really hard work. I suppose I had been
there five or six times so far. I preferred Great Yarmouth which was about
20 or 30 miles further up the coast and had a great funfair and a very long
sandy beach. A small town called Dunwich was around the Southwold area too
and many years ago had lost half the town into the sea due to a
landslip. The shore line there rose somewhat, and though not actually
cliffs it stood high enough for the sea to erode underneath it causing
frequent lumps of it to fall away into the sea. There were warnings all
over the place about it. I had been there a few times, and wierd as it may
sound I always found the place eerie, but there *was* a *great* fish and
chip shop there. We had decided to take our bikes with us, and I had no
doubt we would be eating Dunwich fish and chips for at least one lunch or
supper. We were both into fishing I had discovered, and it amazed me that
we had never run into each other, *ever*, when we compared our fave
spots. We discovered that we went to *all* the same places. We planned on
taking some tackle to fish off the beach with. The day again crawled by and
with the excitement of our trip and Carls hints etc. I was totally frayed
by the time the final bell sounded, and we were at last released for four
glorious days of warm spring sunshine and hopefully, Carl and *sex*!


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So ends chapter 1. If you have enjoyed reading this story so far, then do
let me know and I shall continue it. As it is at the minute it's a stand
alone short story and could be called complete. My other stories include
The Holiday, posted in Oct 2002 in Highschool section (my first effort aged
16), and The Castaways series posted around March 2004 in Historical. It is
a gay variation using the general theme of the wonderful story "Coral
Island" by R.M.Ballantyne. It's still available in its original form in
most British Libraries if you ask for it. You may have a hard time wading
through the definite Victorian English in which it's written...*Rick