Date: Sat, 22 Mar 2008 08:11:59 -0700 (PDT)
From: traumarei <traumarei@yahoo.com>
Subject: After School, Part 2

After School, Part 2
by Traumarei

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. The first sentence puts it about
four months after the first "After School" story; if you want to read that,
it will give you a clearer idea of where Kyle is coming from in this one.


It was a Thursday afternoon, about four months later.

The door opened. In came Kyle, cheeks red from running up the stairs,
wearing his backpack and a light jacket. It was early spring, and the
weather was still a bit cold.

He stopped a minute to scrape the mud off his shoes, then took them off and
hung up his jacket on a hook near the door. There'd be hell to pay if he
tracked mud onto the carpet.

He went ahead and dropped the backpack on the floor, a few feet inside the
living room. This was his new routine. He'd come back and get it later,
before his mom came home. But first, he had other things to do.

In stocking feet, Kyle padded into the kitchen. There, he grabbed a couple
of paper towels, then carefully poured a couple of tablespoons of vegetable
oil into a small cup. Carrying the cup and the paper towels, he went down
the hall and into his room, where he carefully set them down on the
nightstand next to his bed. He grinned. He was ready.

Kyle had pretty much given up on ever not jacking off when he got home from
school. So now, he allowed himself an hour when he first got home, to mess
around and stuff. It was always safe, because his mom didn't get home until
almost 6:00.

Sometimes he liked getting off quickly; other times, he liked to play
around for a while and experiment. Today he felt like getting naked, and
taking his time to get off.

He pulled off his socks and tossed them on the floor, pulled off his shirt,
then undid his belt, unzipped his blue jeans, pushed them down to the
floor, and stepped out of them. Then he stood for a minute in front of his
mirror, wearing only his briefs.

He was taller than a lot of the kids in his class, about 5 feet 5
inches. His legs didn't look skinny, but his mom had trouble buying pants
that would stay up around his waist. His chest looked normal to him, not
terribly muscular but not fat either. He lifted an arm; he still didn't
have any hairs there. He raised one hand to one of his nipples and touched
it, feeling meantime a stirring in his cock. He took a deep breath, then
pulled down his underwear.

His cock had gotten thicker and a little longer over the past few
months. It was almost five inches now, hard. He watched as it finished
fully lengthening and stood out from his body, out and a little bit
up. Kyle grinned. He liked his cock.

He stood there a minute, looking at himself and getting turned on. Slowly,
he closed his right hand around the shaft, so that the dark pink head was
poking out. He stroked once, and felt his muscles tighten. He let go and
tugged a minute at the thin strands of hairs around the base of his cock,
then at the skin around his balls. He liked how it would change from being
tight and firm to loose and wrinkly when he was completely warm and
relaxed. He raised his hand to his nose and sniffed it, then snickered a
bit at the slight smell. Times like now, when he was horny, he got off on
doing things that most of the time he thought were gross.

Struck by a sudden thought, he opened his bedroom door. Even though he knew
no one else was in the apartment, he felt kind of weird and exposed being
naked outside his bedroom or the bathroom, so he half-ran down the hall to
his mother's room, his hard cock bouncing as he went. Once he got there, he
went over to the dresser, where his mom kept her hair blower. He unplugged
it, then half-ran back to his room. He went over to the wall outlet,
plugged it in, and turned it on.

Holding it as far away as he could, he pointed the blower at his
cock. Success! It felt really great, though it quickly grew too warm to be
really comfortable. He experimented at pointing it in different places. One
of the best ways was blowing the air up at his balls from below with his
legs slightly apart. Doing it that way, some of the warm air blew back into
his crack as well, which felt weird but kind of cool.

After a while, he decided he was ready to try something else. He turned off
the blow dryer, put it on the floor, then went over to his bed and lay
down, cock side up. He bunched up a pillow behind his head so he could see
more easily, then spent a minute or so just looking down at his naked body.

His cock was still hard. He blew down his chest toward it, and felt the
skin around his balls draw up tighter. Then he took hold of the shaft with
one hand while using the fingers of his other hand to pull the left and
right sides of his cock head slightly apart, so that his piss slit opened
and shut like a mouth opening and closing. "Help me, help me!" he said in a
high cartoon-voice, timing his words to match his movements so that it
looked like the cock-mouth was saying them. "I"ll help you all right," he
said in a mock-gruff voice.

He moved his hands away from his cock to where he had set the cup with the
vegetable oil. Carefully, he poured a few drops into the palm of one hand,
then rubbed it onto both hands. Then he wrapped his hand around his cock
again. "Noooo!" he said in a high voice. He used his other hand to open his
piss-slit again, as if it were screaming in terror. Then he snickered and
settled down to the business of stroking himself.

He'd heard one of the other guys say something about jacking off with lube
one time in the locker rooms at school. The guy hadn't been talking to him,
and he didn't know him or the guy he had been talking with too well. Mostly
it was the jocks who would talk openly about sex-things like that. The rest
of them, including Kyle, were mostly too embarrassed and nervous about
maybe saying something the other guys would think was dumb. But he had
listened.

That afternoon when he got home, Kyle spent about an hour trying out
different things to see what would make a good lube. Margarine was okay but
a little too stiff. Bacon grease had a really nice texture when it melted,
but it also had little gritty bits in it that were uncomfortable, and it
made him smell like bacon, which was weird. Vegetable oil was what he
finally decided was best.

That had been the day he finally gave in and decided he might as well
schedule time for jacking off each day. Up until then, he'd still been
pretending to himself that some days he might not jack off. The feeling of
his slicked-up hand on his cock, though, was just so good that he knew he
wouldn't be willing to go a single day without it. Using the vegetable oil,
it was almost like his orgasm slid right out of him before he even realized
it. He'd learned to take things very slow, and just run a single oily
finger all over his cock, until he was ready to let go and shoot. That's
what he was doing now.

He played for a minute or two with the tight bit of webbing that ran just
under the top of his cockhead, until it got too sensitive even with the
oil. Then he held onto his shaft with one hand while he rubbed the palm of
his other hand over his cockhead. It felt really good for a minute, but
then quickly it got to be too much as well.

He decided to take a break from his cock for a bit. He got a little more
oil on his fingers and used it to slick up his stomach some. For a minute,
he held his cock shaft between his thumb and finger and used them to slide
it back and forth against his stomach. It was weird feeling the back of his
cockhead rubbing against the skin of his stomach. Then he oiled his thighs
and pushed his stiff cock down between them while he held them together,
squeezing until it popped out again. That was a lot of fun. He did it
several times.

He looked over at the clock. He'd been going for about 45 minutes. He
needed to get on with things.

He removed his hands from his cock. Then, slowly, he began stroking his
body, starting with his chest and upper arms. He even stroked his face with
his fingers for a minute. Then his lower arms, stomach, and sides, where
his skin twitched at the faintly ticklish sensations. He skipped over his
cock and balls down to his legs and thighs, then gradually moved up his
legs, getting closer and closer to his cock as it got stiffer and stiffer,
until finally one hand curled around it while the other hand started
stroking his balls.

His mind flashed with a picture of Chris, blond and green-eyed, who wasn't
even quite as tall as him but who just looked so good. In his mind, there
echoed a memory of one of the girls at school squealing, "He's just so
*cute.*" He groaned. Guys weren't supposed to think that other guys were
cute.

Kyle's stroking was now more rhythmic and regular. His left hand, the hand
that wasn't on his cock, dipped into the oil cup again, and then came back
and started playing with sensitive skin below his ballsac. He gasped and
bent his knees to allow better access, while his left hand fondled the skin
down there.

His mind flashed to a picture he tried not to think about although he'd
jacked off over it a dozen times in the last two weeks. He'd seen Chris
step out of the shower after gym class with a hardon, one time when Kyle
was there stripping down for his next class. Unlike most boys, Chris hadn't
tried to hide it, but instead had looked down at it, then looked back up
with a grin on his face, like he was a bit embarrassed but proud. That grin
had gone straight to Kyle's cock. Even though he'd been there early, he was
late that day dressing down, because he didn't dare start his shower until
after Chris had left and his own hardon had FINALLY gone down.

Kyle's hand had gone lower now. It had gone back once for more oil, and now
was lightly prodding the skin around his butthole. It felt really good, but
he didn't want it to. Cause if he liked things around his butt or IN his
butt, that would mean he was gay. And he didn't want to be gay. Even though
he was thinking about Chris Patterson while he jacked off.

Kyle was panting by now, thinking about Chris, Chris naked, Chris with an
obscenely erect cock, Chris smiling at him. The hand that was stroking up
and down on Kyle's cock went faster and gripped firmer, while to his dismay
he realized that the middle finger of his other hand was circling slowly
around his butthole, as if it was centering in on its target. He wasn't
going to put it in, he wasn't going to put it in, he wasn't--

As his finger slid in, it was like an electric shock running through the
inside of himself. He came in a great spasm that propelled his cum past his
belly and up onto his chest. "Oh, God," he cried, in a high thin voice. His
asshole clenched around his finger, so hard it almost hurt his finger,
which didn't stop but kept probing his insides as if it was filled with a
kind of insane glee at being somewhere that was so hot, so private, and so,
so completely wrong.

Finally, long after they normally did, the spasms stopped. He withdrew his
finger, and sniffed it. Gross. But he had done it. He knew that once he got
horny he would do whatever his body wanted, no matter how gross it was. And
so even though right now he couldn't imagine ever wanting to put anything
up his butt again, he knew that would change the next time he was horny
enough. He had better get used to the idea, because from how good his body
had felt when he did it this time, he guessed that he was going to be doing
it a lot from now on.

And once Kyle's body realized that what it really wanted inside him was
another boy's cock...

Kyle really, really didn't wanna be gay.

Oh, fuck.


(c) 2008 by Traumarei. All rights reserved.


Other stories I've had posted on Nifty include:

- Borrowed Time (Gay: High School)

- Good Friends (Gay: High School)

- Little Brother (Gay: Incest)

- Middle School Empath (Gay: Science Fiction or Fantasy)

- Old Pornographer (Gay: Masturbation)