Date: Sat, 11 Jun 2011 16:21:47 +0000
From: Fiction Stories <fictionstories@live.co.uk>
Subject: These eyes of mine Chapter 2

This story is a work of fiction. Any similarities to events or people are
completely coincidental. This story will contain profanities and gay sexual
acts between teenage characters.This story is intended for a mature
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Chapter 2: Did I mention I'm gay?

My back pressed against the door I tried to will my hard on to go down. The
hottest guy I have ever seen in the seventeen years of my life lives right
next door to me. Normally guys like him are straight as an arrow and with
my luck he probably is but there's just something sort of off in the way he
stared at me. Makes a horny virgin gay teenager hope. The more I thought
about not thinking about him the more I was getting hard so I started for
the stairs to take care of my not so little problem.

"Mom all this seeing is getting me a headache, I'm gonna go have a nap
kay?" I yelled at the direction of the kitchen.

"Wait Ty, Can you get the box of cutlery from the living room please? It'll
only take a sec" Mom asked.

"But.." I started.

"Ty, don't be an ass.." She said annoyed

I, being the obedient and respectful son that I am, went into the living
room to get the damned box. Using it to cover the not so little problem I
went to the kitchen to give it to my mom. She was busy unpacking a box of
cooking ware.

"Hey umm... what do you want for dinner tonight?" Her voice had a
noticeable change in it. To most people this meant the obvious, your mom
wants to cook what you want for dinner, but when my mom says it it's her
way of saying 'You up for cooking tonight?'. She is horrible at cooking and
I'm not trying to be funny. The last home cooked meal she made earned me an
extended weekend off school because I had to get my stomach pumped. So it
was then that I and my reluctant mom decided that meals at home would be
left in my care. Although I was far from a chef I could hold my own against
everyday dishes. It's weird that my mom never thinks her cooking is in need
of something short of miracle and she also never gets sick from eating her
own food. Maybe she's grown a natural resistance for her lethal cooking?

"I don't mind, anything'll do" this really meant 'Go ahead and order
takeout.'

"Good, Chinese it is" she smiled. I'm in charge of home cooked meals but
she's the man when it comes to picking when getting takeout.

"I'll just leave it here then" trying to put the box on the table while
turning the front of my body away from my mom.

"Be careful" She said looking at me carefully.

"Seriously mom! I'm not eight. The walking accident is..." I started now
getting annoyed.

"No. Not that genius. Just be careful about... relationships." She said
cryptically. What the hell?

"What brought this on?" Oh shit, she saw my little episode with Jared
didn't she?

"That J.. aahhhh.. Josh? No.. Jerry?"  "His name is Jared mom." Who's the
genius now?

"I know. He's a great little stud isn't he?" She smiled. Oh God. "Just.. be
careful. I don't want you to get hurt."

"Again with the meddling! Stop already. You know you really need to get a
friend to obsess on other things with." I retorted.

"And you need to get laid!" She laughed pointing at the box that's covering
my crotch.

"And on that note I'm gone" I said embarrassed as hell. By now my boner had
subsided significantly.

I trudged up the stairs into the unfamiliar first floor. The house has
three bedrooms. My mom's room is at the far end of the hall. She always
gets the master bedroom with an en-suite bathroom. Luckily my room at the
opposite side of the hall has an en-suite bathroom too. So if I got frisky
with a certain neighbor at say three o'clock in the morning I wouldn't have
to sneak around to get cleaned up in the upstairs bathroom in the hall. If
he was gay of course. And then he can take my damned virginity!

I went into my room, closed the door and locked it. Time to take care of
the arising problem. But first I looked around for a bit. I had to commend
my mom about the house and for hatching the idea of sending out stuff ahead
of our moving in. Who knew we'd get the hang of it fifth time lucky? It was
a nice sized room. A decent sized double bed. A desk to put my laptop on. A
tall bookshelf for all my books. The room was a good enough size for an
upper middle class home.

I thought of changing into something more comfortable so I made my way to
the bathroom. However, as I passed my window something caught my eye. My
window is exactly opposite the window of the house that is right next to
ours. Jared's house. I could see into a bedroom. The two houses could not
have been but a couple of feet apart so I could clearly see into the
room. But it wasn't the room I was interested about. It was Jared standing
in the middle of the room.

He was shirtless and wearing a towel to cover his lower body. I think he
just had a shower as his hair was all wet. He had his back to me while he
was looking at himself in the mirror. I looked at his muscly back and
studied how the muscle and bone perfectly sculpted a back of an Adonis. He
had broad shoulders and a narrow-ish waist. It must be one of the sexiest
backs I've ever seen! My dick had grown quite adequately to make a tent in
my jeans. The jeans actually starting to get a little uncomfortable.  His
body suddenly went tense as he quickly turned around. I ducked out into my
bathroom.

My heart pumping like a train from shock. The quick movement caused the
blood to rush really quickly into my brain and this had me disorientated
for a moment. Had he seen me perving? Now he's going to think that I'm a
pervy gay teenager. What if he's a bigot? All the anxiety and commotion in
my head was starting to give me a migraine. I reached into the medicine
cabinet to get a paracetamol. My hand stopped dead in my tracks. I stared
at myself for a minute. For a tiny Nano-second I thought I was staring at a
stranger but it really was me.

My eyes were different. Gone were the baby blue sparkling eyes and I was
now staring at a very deep blue almost purple eyes. Somehow they made me
look more.. just... different. "The fuck?" I exclaimed. I knew that my eye
color had changed the doctors and even mom had said so. But I was not
expecting such a polar contrast in the two colors. I liked my baby blues
but I'm not sure what I feel about my new eyes. They were a quite a site to
get used to. I opened the cabinet and took a pill of paracetamol. Closing
the cabinet door I inspected my eyes again. Weird.

I came out of the bathroom careful not to be seen from the window. I tried
to look through the edge of the window into Jared's room. His curtains were
pulled together. Shit, he saw me! I know I should've been extremely anxious
but getting caught staring at Jared was actually kind of exciting. Of
course if I'm wrong and he turns out to be a homophobic hot guy, life in
this neighborhood may very well be hell. But what was with the way he
stared at me? And that freaky smile he had. Or maybe I'm just getting ahead
of myself here.

Having broken out of my reverie, I notice that I still had a manageable
bone. I quickly looked at some of the boxes to find my laptop. Luckily
mother had also arranged getting the internet and satellite cable set up to
make the move less of a hassle. I go to one of my best-loved free porn
sites and quickly set up a video that was in my favorites list. I unlatched
the button and zip of my jeans and stroke my cock through the boxers. I
watch as the two very hot models in the shoot feel up each other and kiss
ferociously. My cock had filled out my boxers nicely and had gotten to a
suitable hardness. I didn't waste time as I just wanted to cum as quickly
as possible. I spat on my hand and went to work. After about five minutes
of savage pumping of my dick I felt the habitual beginning sensations of
cumming. Just as the two models were getting in a sixty-nine position, I
spurted four arrows of white sticky love juice on my body. I was in a
complete state of bliss for a few minutes.

When I came down from my high, I sat there contemplating on a job well
done. Then I suddenly heard three very sharp knocks on my door. This
rendered my just seconds ago blissfulness to a state of panic and
confusion. I just sat there somewhat stunned. I heard knocks on my door
again. "Uh.. Coming!" I quickly closed my laptop and fixed my underwear and
jeans. I tried to straighten out my clothes as best as I could. I opened my
door.

Jared stood there grinning mischievously. He was wearing a plain white
t-shirt and shorts. "I hope I'm not disturbing." He said looking at me
carefully as though he was judging me by my reaction.

"I wasn't doing anything" I said an obvious hitch in my voice. "Uuumm... I
mean.. I.. uh... I was just cleaning up a bit here." Thank god I didn't
turn on the sound on my laptop.

"Uhuh.. Well?" He said expectant.

"Well what?" I said nervously.

"Are you just going to keep me standing out on your hall or are you going
to let me in?"

"Oh, come in!" I stepped out behind the door to let him in. While he had
his back to me. I rearranged my package discreetly. I always hated the feel
of wet cum in your underwear. "It ain't any good yet cos I have to unpack
and arrange some stuff, but this is my room!"

"That's what I'm here for remember. I'll help ya dude!" He started moving
some boxes and I was quick to get down on the work too.

For a while we didn't talk.. at all. I was so embarrassed and must have
been blushing so badly while I unpacked and arranged. I was kicking myself
for not trying to diffuse the awkwardness in the room. He would unpack the
boxes taking the contents out and I would take the stuff and go around the
room to put the stuff in.

"You don't have to be embarrassed you know? We all do that; wanking I
mean. It's part of teenage life. You'd be weird or stupid not to do it." He
said matter-of-factly.

"Yeah.. haha" I said nervousness very prominent in my laugh.

"Where do you want these?" He gestured to a box containing my boxers. I
blushed again. Most of my underwear were boxer briefs and I always bought
ones that were a little fitter in size so that it left very little to
imagination. I guess it made me feel sexy. What? It's not weird! A guy can
want to look his best if he wants too!

"I'll take that!" I quickly said reaching for the box.

"Hey these are cool!" He picked up pair that had the writing 'The legend'
with an arrow pointing to the area directly where the wearer's penis would
be and on the other side it had 'The man' with an arrow pointing at
upwards.

"Yeah I got them as a present from a friend." I snatched the underwear from
his grasp as he was holding it up. I dumped the contents of the box on a
drawer in my cabinet not bothering to sort them out properly. He just
smiled when I looked back at him. It took us about an hour and a half to
finish of the job. My room was looking a little more lived-in when we
finished.

While we were doing the job we talked about our lives. I explained to him
that about my mom getting pregnant just out of college and marrying my dad,
the divorce, moving from place to place, a little more detail about the
accident and my cornea transplant. He explained that he was born and raised
in this city. He lives with his mom and dad and his older brother. His
other older brother, he explained, was in college. He played football in
the local public school and I found out that I would be going to the same
school he is. Interesting.

We had a lot of common interests particularly in music. We both had no
specific favorites in terms of genre or bands or singers. Our music taste
was just based on whether we liked the sound of that song or not. He liked
action movies as did I and sometimes enjoyed a bit of cheap comedy. He
worked out a lot on the weekends and a few days on the weekdays. He can
play the guitar as his grandfather taught him. From what I could tell he
was really fond of his grandfather.

When we finished I just sat on my bed while he sat on my desk chair.

"Hey, you mind if I check my e-mail? I haven't been able to go into it in a
while. Our internet has been acting up lately." He asked.

"Sure, no problem go ahead" I replied. By then I was pretty sure that Jared
was straight. However, he was also a very cool, friendly and a really nice
guy. If we become close friends in the future - and I saw this happening
very easily - I might come clean about my sexuality. He also hadn't
mentioned me perving at him so he probably never saw me. He'd been so cool
that there was no way I could have thought he was in the very least
homophobic.

"THE FUCK?!" He bellowed. I snapped out of my train of thought and looked
at what had caused him to curse. I saw the paused video on the porn site I
jerked off to a few hours ago. He was looking at me with fire in his eyes.

"I can explain!" I tried to defend myself. Well, so much for being close
friends.

"You're GAY?!" He asked incredibility in his voice. In one fast motion he
pushed me into the wall and held me by my throat. He wasn't really choking
me. Just held me in place firmly. Oh great I thought, my first day in this
neighborhood and I'm already in a fight. Why was I raised a lover and not a
fighter? Thank you mom. His muscles seemed to bulge as if to show off his
strength. You'd think he'd have punched me by now. We stayed that way for
what seemed like a lifetime. He looked at me with searching eyes and then
gingerly, he bit his lip. Does it seem weird that I was getting a bit
impatient with the prolonged impending beating I'm supposed to get?

Then something happened that really threw me in for a loop. He leaned in
closer to my face. Our lips just inches away. I think he wanted me to kiss
him. I had learned from experience to never ever trust my gut instinct. I
began doubting my judgment. Why the hell hadn't he punched me yet? And what
is with the staring. I was feeling quite self conscious. I just hate
feeling like I am uncomfortable in my own skin. The way he was looking at
me made me feel like he was stripping me naked just with his stare.

So I kissed him. At first I was hesitant. I just pressed my lips against
his. I closed my eyes too for a dramatic effect. lol. When I felt no
resistance. I started moving my lips. His lips moved with mine. I boldly
tried to press my tongue against his lips hoping to God I hadn't crossed a
line and that he wouldn't bite my tongue off. But he willingly opened his
mouth and let me explore inside with my tongue. I opened my eyes. He was
staring into my eyes. At that his tongue came to life and wrestled with
mine. His mouth tasted sweet. I loved the feeling of kissing him. I felt
electricity going up and down my spine as I kissed him. My first kiss and
the feelings I was feeling were beyond what I imagined they would be.

I began moaning as I kissed him. He was kneeling while I sat on the bed and
I had my back against the wall. He also still had his hand around my neck
only this time his grip had loosened and he was pulling my face into his
face as if it were actually possible to merge our two sucking faces
together. I reached my limit and broke the kiss breathing heavily from the
lack of air. He was panting a bit too.

"Fuck, this feels so good!" I said between breaths. With the hand on my
neck he pulled me back again. Our tongues were battling to gain supremacy
over the other. With his other hand, he cupped my butt and started
squeezing. I was beyond horny at this point. He then lifted me up so that I
sat on his lap. I felt the huge bone in the confines of his shorts sticking
into my ass.  All the while our kissing never stopped. I started gyrating
my ass into his groin and my crotch on his stomach. He then dropped me on
my bed, our lips parting with a loud pop. In seconds he was on top of
me. Our lips together once again while he was rubbing his crotch against
mine. This felt a hundred times better than jerking off.

"Taylor food is here, we'll be ready to eat in a minute! You two get
cleaned up and come down stairs!" My mom yelled from downstairs. Instantly
the sex haze that overtook me dissipated. It was as though someone had
thrown a bucket of cold water at us. I stared at Jared. He stared back.

"So.. care to explain what just happened there?" I asked innocently.

"Would you buy me trying to pull off being drunk?" He said smiling.

"Eh no.. For a second you really had me there dude. I was getting ready to
claw your eyes out to defend myself. You're lucky I.. uh.."

"Kissed me instead?" He said smiling. He was now lying on my bed. I was
facing him.

"Yeah..." I smiled. "So why did you kiss me back? That and other things" I
said thinking about the grinding.

"I don't know. I have never felt these feelings for a guy before and
well... When I saw you staring at me through the window-"

"I wasn't sta.."

"Oh please, you were practically drooling looking at me!" He laughed. "As I
was saying I saw you staring at me and then I saw the porn. I figured out
you were gay and well..."

"So uummm.... What does this mean?" I asked confused. "You want to go out
with me or something?"

"You don't beat around the bush do ya?" He grinned. "Well if you want some
of this.." He licked my lips. I was going to open my mouth but he pulled
away. "If you want some of that you better be good at begging." He said
laughing. He got up off the bed to head for the bathroom. I went ballistic.

"Hell NO!" I pulled him back down on the bed. He tried to get up but I had
used a lot of force in holding him down. I gently bit his nipple. He
hissed. I pulled his t-shirt up and licked at it. I then thrust my hand
inside his shorts and felt his dick. He was going commando! I squeezed his
shaft a few times and with my thumb I rubbed the sensitive underside of the
head of his still hard cock. His body convulsed in appreciation. I pulled
myself off of him and shot him with a deadly look.

"Fuck!" he exclaimed.

"If you want some of that, then don't expect me to be your bitch. I'll bite
your cock off." I said with a hint malice l in my voice. And with that I
went into my bathroom to clean up. The nerve of that guy thinking I was
willing to be his cheap booty call!

I got a small cloth from a drawer and wet it to wipe my face with. I then
felt him gently bite my shoulder.

"I see this one is gonna keep me on my toes. I dig that!" He said looking
at me through the reflection in my mirror. "Sorry about being
so.. authoritative. It kinda turns me on... A lot" He said embarassed. I
looked at our reflection in the mirror. We were both pretty much very
similar in height. He had that muscular yet still kind of swimmer-ish build
and I had a toned fully swimmer type build. My hair had a more gold-ish
tint to it while his was a darker sandy blonde. Our eyes were what stood
out the most to me. I had that stormy dark blue sorta purplish color that
contradicted his vibrant and lively green. He was staring straight at me.

"What you lookin at horndog?" I asked raising an eyebrow.

"Have I ever told you how awesome your eyes are. They are
just.. soo... unique. I've never seen anything like it."

"You were about to have sex with me just because you like the color of my
eyes?"

"That and also because of this" he grabbed my cock.

"I really thought you were straight" I said.

"Me too. But I don't know.. I guess you brought out something I didn't see
was in me." He smiled at me turning my head to face him. I smiled back.

"This is getting a bit gay even for me. Let's get cleaned up so we can
eat. I'm starved dude!" We cleaned up a bit and messed around a bit.

***** Author's Note *****

What up guys.

This summer so far has been particularly hot so unfortunately we are ripe
in allergy season. For the past week I've been battling some really
annoying hay fever with little to no result. So that is why this chapter
took such a long time. Now excuses aside, I hope I haven't failed in my
promises to sex up the story a bit. You are also very welcome to comment
about it and make suggestions.

I did have a bit of problem with the speed of this chapter. I absolutely
hate it when authors take ages to get to the good stuff ;) so I decided to
speed things up a little bit. But I also didn't want to make it so fast
that it goes by in a sloppy confusing blur. I think I'm happy with the
balance so far but do not hesitate to comment if you think otherwise. I
seriously do want to hear your opinion.

As for the guys who have already e-mailed me. You are so not off the hook
here. I still want to hear from you guys.

Thanks for sticking with me so far!  Fiction Stories

P.S. I'm like so strung out on antihistamines right now so please forgive
my babbling.