Date: Wed, 19 Apr 2000 08:36:54 -0700 (PDT) From: duh....it's unclekid <unclekid@yahoo.com> Subject: A Weekend with James and Brian - Chapter 1 A Weekend with James and Brian Chapter 1 What's up? My name is James, but everyone calls my Jay. I'm 17 and in high school. I'm around five feet, nine inches with light brown hair, brown eyes and a body that would fall in the "not-built-but-not-too-scrawny" category. You'll find out more about me later. This is a work of complete fiction. You can let me know what you think by e-mailing me at Unclekid@yahoo.com. ------------------------ I woke up on a Friday morning after hitting the snooze on my alarm clock numerous times. I finally mustered up enough energy to roll over and find the switch to turn the alarm off for good. I opened my eyes and tried to focus on the bright red numbers five inches from my face. The numbers read 6:20. Being a school day away from a weekend, I had this feeling in the pit of my stomach that told me this was going to be an interesting day. I shoved my covers off and found the my seven inch friend was more awake than the rest of my body. Calculating that if I moved fast enough I'd still make it to my first class on time, I decided take matters into my own hand. I grabbed my tool at its base and started to move my hand up and down, slowly at first, but building speed as I got more into it. With my right hand moving quickly along my smooth seven inches and my left hand gently squeezing my balls, I began to moan softly. As I felt my nuts tighten, I stroked my dick a few more times as soft moans left my lips. I felt the first stream of cum fly out of my dick and land on my chest, followed by six more spurts, each decreasing in power. After I stroked my now limp tool to make sure I got all my cum out, I reached over and grabbed my usual handful of tissues for cleanup. I looked at the numbers 6:45 on my clock and decided I'd better get moving if I wanted to make it to class on time. After speeding through my morning routine, I raced through town and made it to school with minutes to spare. Fumbling through my bookbag to make sure I had everything I needed, I blindly walked into my best friend, knocking both of us to the ground. "You all right bro," I asked, picking up the things that were in my bag only moments prior to the collision. "Yeah, I'm okay," Brian replied with a quiet laughter. "You didn't bruise that million dollar ass of yours, did you," I said jokingly as I got to my feet. "I hope not. If I did, then there goes my ass modeling job," he said wiping the very region we were just discussing. "Need some help there buddy?" "You wish" Little did he know how serious I was. True, we'd been best friends for years, but we still held some secrets from each other, like my desires to have him in bed, holding him, kissing him, making love to him. Too bad I'm wasn't able to just tell him right there that I'm gay and want him in every possible way. "Well, I gotta get to class. Catch you at lunch," I asked. "Of course darling," he said giving me a pat on the back as we passed each other. I gave a slight laugh as I hurried to my first class. I sat down and let my mind wander into the near future, mainly what to do over the weekend. I drifted from my dazed world into the one where my instructor was talking about some poem that I was supposed to read the night before. Of course, I didn't and really didn't care what her lecture was about. Soon enough, I realized that I had daydreamed through four of my classes and it was already lunch time. As the bell rang letting the school out for its lunch break, I hurried to meet with Brian. I arrived at his locker as he was stuffing his bag with his books. He slammed his locker door and put his padlock on it before we walked headed to the cafeteria. We stood in line to get our food while having mindless chatter about our day so far. I told him how my math teacher yelled at me for not doing my homework and how I just sat there looking at him. He laughed and asked me what I wanted to do tonight. "I dunno. Whatever," I said to him before telling the old lady behind the counter what I wanted. "Why, what's your agenda for this night?" "Well, I heard there's this party and I kinda wanna go," he said to me as we paid for our meals. "Really. Sounds good to me," I said as we sat headed for one of the few empty tables left. "Who's gonna be there?" "I'm not sure. But I hear there's gonna be a bunch of girls from around the area," he stated with a grin. Trying not to give him any clues that I didn't like girls, I said, "Cool. Maybe we'll get some action." "That's what I'm thinking." We ironed out the details and before I knew it, the bell was ringing signaling that we were three classes away from our weekend. We planned to get together after school was over and we went to our separate classes. I again daydreamed through them, not caring what was going on. The final bell rang and I went to meet Brian at his locker. Being early afternoon with nothing to do until that night, we contemplated what we were going to do to kill time. We headed to the mall and played some video games until 6:00 o'clock. I drove Brian home to get ready and headed to my place to do the same. As I walked in the house, I noticed that no lights were on and my dad's car was gone. I found a note on the kitchen table that said they were going out of town for the weekend and would be back Sunday. Being an only child, I was happy to have the house to myself for the first time in a long time. I headed to my room and threw my bookbag on the floor. Although I had showered earlier in the day, I felt slightly dirty and decided to take another one. I walked to my bathroom (I have a bathroom connected to my bedroom) and turned on the water. I walked back into my room and striped off my clothes. As I headed back to my shower, I stopped in front of my mirror to take a look at myself. "Not bad," I thought. I looked at my reflection and was happy with what I saw. I moved my right hand to my slightly developed chest, allowing my hands to roam from nipple to nipple. I then started rubbing my stomach that showed the beginnings of a six-pack. Moving my hand down the trail of light brown hair that went from my belly button to my pubic hair, I felt my limp piece of flesh start to rise to its full seven inches. Remembering that I had a party to go to, I released my pole and jumped into the shower. Standing with the water flowing down on me, I made sure to make myself nice and clean. After rinsing the soap off my body and the shampoo out of my hair, I noticed that my dick was still hard. "Ah why not," I said taking my seven inch friend into my hand for the second time that day. I got my pubic area covered with a nice lather and started to stroke my cock. I allowed my left hand to gently squeeze and pull at my nipples. I continued to fondle my body with one hand and stroke with the other until I felt my load ready to explode. I moan loudly as shot after shot erupted out of my dick onto the white floor of my shower. Feeling relieved, I turned off the water and grabbed my towel to dry off. I quickly ran into my room as I heard the phone ringing. It was Brian and he told me that he was on his way to my house to pick me up. I told him to let himself in and come up to my room when he got there. We hung up the phone and I went to my closet to decide what to wear. ------------------------ End of Chapter one.