Date: Tue, 10 Jul 2012 10:34:30 -0700 (PDT)
From: D One <doned88@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Day Had Come

He was taller then most of the others. Standing over six feet tall, one
would think he aspired to being a basketball star.

Instead Murphy didn't play any sports. He appeared to be living in the 50's
Stephen observed to others he had just met, being new to the school.

"Watch out for him" a new friend advised.

Murphy always dressed the same; a white loose fitting tee shirt with rolled
up sleeves, worn jeans which rested low on his hips. And due to the sagging
and the not long enough tee shirt, it was obvious he didn't wear underwear.

Stephen could also tell that from the boys bulging crotch and clear defined
cock down one leg.

He was caught staring once by Murphy to stared back. There wasn't an
expression of threat or friendship. Their mutual stares seemed to last more
then a second..more like minutes until Stephen was interrupted by another
friend.

Looking back, he saw Murphy display a sneering smile as he turned away and
walked. Stephen watched the movement of the boys gyrating buttocks.

"Hey you ok?" Clyde asked.

"Uh yea just uh..." Stephen stammered as he continued to watch.

"Be careful, rumor is he carries a long switchblade" Clyde advised.

Stephen didn't remember the outline of a switchblade only Murphy's
obviously long and thick penis down the leg of his jeans.

The suspicion was found to be accurate when Murphy appeared in the locker
room before gym class. His class schedule had changed for some reason.

He appeared first in Stephen's Creative Writing class and later that day he
stripped naked just feet away from where Stephen too was dressing for gym
class.

The truth was Murphy indeed didn't wear underwear and his cock was indeed
long as it dangled in front of his equally dangling ball sac.

Stephen tried not to stare but he did see the boy's balls were not only
hanging quite low but were smooth as silk. Stephen's hands went to his own
balls feeling the hair that had grown in recent years.

"Hey..." someone interrupted his stare and the class proceeded.

As usual Murphy was quiet, did what he was told and didn't interact too
much with others.

Weeks later, Murphy stood self consciously in front of the Creative Writing
class. His upper torso covered in the usual white tee shirt complimented
his shifting weight which moved his lower body covered by the usual
jeans. His cock moved as his hips moved.

But Stephen's was able to drink in the boy's body without being obvious but
he didn't. There was something else going on that captivated the entire
class.

Murphy read his composition which eventually captured the minds of the
class.

"Being different" was the title and Murphy talked about being thrust into
another family, feeling temporary, not finding his own interests, being
away others talked about him and finally his disinterest in the things most
others his age seemed to be.

"The boys around me talked about girls, how they looked, how they sounded,
how their bodies developed and how they smiled. I think women are beautiful
but I just don't feel talking about them that way."

His words made the girls sigh and made Stephen feel like his own thoughts
were being described.

"Being different is ok and some day I may find out who I am. But for now, I
wait, hoping that day will come."

The class was silent when he finished and sauntered to his own desk.

The teacher smiled, both moved and obviously surprised that the strange
quiet and low graded student had excelled in a special way that day.

"Hey"

Murphy stopped and turned in the middle of the busy hallway.

"I uh, that was a great essay" Stephen said

"Thanks" Murphy nodded his large dark eyes wide and his lips moved but
didn't smile or sneer.

"I uh feel the same way" Stephen said

Murphy nodded and turned away.

It was after school Friday when Stephen finished chatting with some friends
and walked towards the street on the way home.

"Hey, Stephen right?"

The voice was deep, not recognizable. Stephen stopped and turned to see
Murphy straddling and walking his motorcycle.

"Hey yea Stephen" he replied.

"I uh thanks for what you said" the boy actually had a bit of a smile "I
wasn't sure anyone would get it."

"Samuels seemed to" Stephen recalled the teacher's positive response
earlier.

"Uh yea well that's a teacher, I mean you guys" he said

"Well I did, I got it, man I bet lots of guys did, and they just don't
admit it" Stephen said knowing he was saying more then his words.

"So how long have you known?"  Murphy asked.

It was the first time Stephen could admit what he had suspected about
himself and to a hot looking guy like Murphy, which was a bonus.

"Since I was a kid I guess, you know athletes, TV, Internet stuff. Thought
it was just a kid thing but you know I figured it out."

"Want a ride?" Murphy asked.

And Stephen felt the boy's body as his arms surrounded him before the
motorcycle took them far away from the judgments of the school population.

He watched Murphy strip again...this time in the "backroom" as Murphy
called it.

It seemed to be a temporary addition to the house built at one end of the
back porch. The wood grain walls looked fake. The floor was the same green
Astroturf that was on the rest of the porch. The door didn't quite seem to
fit the hole made for it.

There was a single bed, like a lower level bunk bed on one end, an IKEA
dresser against another wall and a set of weights and dumbbells on the
floor.

Murphy stood naked for an instant before pulling on a pair of gym shorts.

"Want to work out?" he asked lifting the dumb bells and sitting on the edge
of the bed before starting repetition of curls.

Stephen watched as they talked. Murphy's muscles weren't huge but they
bulged. He was either nervous doing what he did when nervous or blatantly
showing off for Stephen.

Stephen swallowed. He had made a decision and stood stripping naked
himself. Murphy glanced up now and then while continuing his arm curls.

"Nice" he said quietly.

Stephen's cock was filling with blood. He wanted someone to look at him,
judge him, recognize the image he had only seen himself in the full length
mirror in his bedroom.

"Not much but I guess it's mine" he smiled feeling his face blush.

Murphy put the weights down.

"Looks good to me" he stood and removed his own shorts.

Stephen couldn't remember being naked with another guy, at least not like
this. There had been cousins exploring each other, gym class locker room of
course, even one summer camp naked romp with cabin mates but that was
mostly skinny dipping, streaking the girls cabin and midnight masturbation
races.

This was different.

"What do you want to do?"  Murphy asked.

"Shit" Stephen laughed "I don't really know. I mean I've uh seen stuff on
the Internet but..."

"Internet?" Murphy asked "really?"

Stephen reached for his iPad and tapped the screen. He selected one of the
websites he had seen several times and showed the display to Murphy.

"Shit" the boy stood close as they both watched a video. Stephen felt the
hand on his bare butt. It aroused him more. It felt nice.

"Christ guys do that?" Murphy asked.

Stephen saw out of the corner of his eye that Murphy was holding his own
hard penis now while his other hand stroked Stephen's butt cheek.

"Yea and more" Stephen felt like the experienced one now, though he had
never done anything with a guy like the ones he watched on the iPad.

"Want to do any of that?"  Murphy asked.

"Shit man I've wanted to do all of it for years" Stephen said putting the
iPad on the bed.

His hand shook as he reached to feel the smooth balls under Murphy's cock.

"Hmmm" Murphy responded to his touch.

"So you and Murphy are buddies now?" Clyde greeting Stephen as he walked
away from his new friend's cycle. He pulled his tee shirt on as he
approached.

"UH yea I guess, gave me a ride" Stephen laughed knowing his sentence had a
double meaning. And inside his body, he still felt Murphy's long cock
nestled where it belonged.

Clydedidn't get the double meaning.

"Lucky you, he's hot" Clyde said revealing something he had not revealed
before to Stephen.

"Maybe the three of us should get together" Stephen said remembering the
white freckled skin red headed Clyde displayed when undressed in the locker
room.

"Yeaaaaaaa" Clyde replied "that would be fun" He laughed

Stephen patted the boys butt.  He didn't care if anyone on the school front
lawn saw or not. Somehow things in his life he had kept hidden didn't seem
to be hidden anymore.

He turned to see Murphy locking his cycle and shouldering his backpack.

So much had changed in a very short time.

As Murphy himself had written, "that day will come" in fact that day had
just come.