Date: Tue, 12 Jul 2011 19:01:26 +0100
From: Jake T-L <jake.t-l@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Aiden's Story - Chapter Two

So firstly I should mention those mandatory disclaimers... Don't read this
if it is illegal for you to do so, or if you are offended by material
involving the sexual adventures of consenting minors. This story will
involve such descriptions, so be warned! Also do not read this if you are
not old enough to do so - though if you've got this far I doubt you really
pay much attention to them kindsa rules.

This is my second chapter of Aiden's Story, so please read the first
chapter before this to be introduced to the characters and stuff and for a
bit of an intro into this chapter and where we're up to. I promised you
more action in this chapter, so I think I've started off in a place that
you might enjoy.

Have fun, and see you at the other side!

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Chapter Two

The figure moves towards me, and I say 'moves' and not 'walks' for a
reason. This person isn't walking in a way that we might, by moving their
legs, one in front of the other. No, they are gliding, sweeping towards
me. Almost ghost-like in the beautiful elegance of its movement, but also
in the hauntingly ominous sense of unknowing. The lack of knowledge.

I step backwards as the figure closes in on me. I feel like I should fear
its presence but something inside me tells me not to and instead I feel
strangely excited. I extend one arm to touch the figure, to feel it.

Cloaked in grey, a hood covers its face leaving a shadow over its eyes and
forehead. I see only the lips. Moist and red; so inviting, yet dangerously
contrasting with the grey cloth that covers the rest of its body. My hand
reaches the cloak that covers this mysterious character, and on contact I
sharply withdraw my hand, shocked at the texture of the flowing gown. The
feeling of water, both cold and wet. Yet, this shroud clings to this
unknown figure like any old piece of clothing, and at a glance it looks no
more remarkable than any old piece of cloth.

I replace my hand at the elbow of this gown, touching the watery cloak and
bringing my hand slowly up the arm. Caressing it. The sensation is like
nothing I could imagine. Well I suppose the feeling isn't at all
extraordinary - simply like passing your hand through a stream - yet there
is something marvellous in the surprise you get at touching something which
you expect to feel so different. Like when you walk the stairs at night,
and you don't expect them to end so soon.

My hand continues its journey up the arm of the cloak of this stranger, and
I no longer feel any fear or apprehension. The figure hasn't moved since it
arrived in front of me. I slowly bring my hand back down the arm and then
place both hands on the hood of this robe. Slightly tentatively at first, I
start to unveil the figure that stands before me, pulling back its hood
revealing its nose, its eyes...

And at the very moment the eyes are revealed the cloak
dematerialises. Turns to water and flows down to pool at our feet.

I jolt backwards, startled. My eyes turn to the floor at the puddle of
water which is dissipating at our feet. The puddle of water that was, just
a second ago, an unremarkable grey robe. But the bigger shock lies at what
my eyes find when they travel back up to meet the gaze of the eyes.

Vacant. Distant. Cold, blue orbs. Familiar to me, but not immediately
obvious why. And then it strikes me. These are the eyes of my friend Ben.

And that is not the biggest shock. Apart from the eyes, so lifeless,
staring not at me, but seemingly through me into the distance, there lays a
deeper shock. The once clothed figure of my friend, is now stark naked, and
he doesn't seem at all bothered. He stands stock still. As if his body is
possessed of something wicked, or something otherworldly. But he stands so
still naked.

My eyes have to adjust to this sight, and they begin a journey of their own
up and down the length of Ben's unclothed body. He is standing with his
arms by his side, and his legs spread slightly, so I can pretty much see
everything. His chest is held out proudly, nipples small, but standing
erect in the coldness of the air around us. I move down from his chest to
his abs which are lightly toned and noticeable, and then further to his
navel. His hips are thin and bony, but they don't look odd or out of place
on his frame. Then further down still and I notice his package... I
shouldn't look here, but my eyes don't seem to care, they take it all
in. His soft penis falls on top of a sack of balls that look to be hanging
a bit looser than my own, and there are the beginnings of some blonde pubes
at the base of his penis. Reluctantly my eyes travel past Ben's groin and
down his legs, once more so skinny and long that it takes an eternity to
reach his feet.

I feel my hands move upwards, on their own, to reach out once more and
touch the figure, but this time his naked flesh. Though, on the instant my
fingers make contact with his flesh, almost before I can feel what his skin
feels like, I see my friend himself turn to water, as his cloak did before,
and he tumbles to the ground.

The scream that started on my lips, died there...

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It makes a change for me to wake up before my alarm (and also for me to be
awake before my mother is screaming her lungs flat), but since sorting out
the seep over with Ben I have been having these really strange dreams and
have been waking up much earlier than normal. A quick glance at my bedside
alarm clock tells me I have almost an hour before my alarm is due to go
off, and probably about an hour max before my back up alarm (I call her
mum) goes off.

It's then that I notice that I have an erection. That's something else that
has been happening lots recently. Every morning in fact. The annoying thing
is that I just can't seem to get rid of it! I don't know
how. Well... that's not entirely true, since usually if I get a shower I
can make it disappear. So that's what I think I'll try this time.

I jump out of bed and chuck away my boxers, leaving my little friend
bouncing about in the open, and then I head into my en-suite bathroom. Did
I mention I have an en-suite bathroom? It rocks!

The warm water always wakes me up, but this morning I have this weird sense
of déjà vu. I let the water wash over my body, in my hair and down my
back. My boner still hasn't gone away, so I decide to ignore
it... hopefully that will work. I lather up my hands with the shampoo and
send them working through my dark brown hair, massaging my scalp. After
rinsing away the shampoo bubbles I grab some shower gel and squirt it over
my skinny body and get to work rubbing that into me. My hands now running
over my little erect nipples and down my stomach to my belly button and
just above my still erect penis to where I hoped I'd start getting some
hair soon. Then I begin on washing my boy parts, and here's the weird part.

I don't know about any of you lot, but I never usually feel anything funny
when showering and washing my penis, but this time rubbing my soapy hands
over that area got me feeling weird. Not bad weird though, but good weird,
like tingly weird. I continue for a minute or maybe a bit more (I lose
track of time), but then I have to stop as it feels like I need to pee.
And besides, I have finished washing now and it's no doubt getting close to
wake-up time.

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Okay, so I'm at school now. It's lunchtime, and Callum and I decide to
start a game of football between the Year 8s and the Year 9s. You'd
probably expect it to be a quite unfair game, but it is in fact really
close. See, I think in most schools there are certain year groups which
have better sports teams than others, and in Miltonview Secondary School it
happens that the Year 8 football team is one of the most successful teams
that the school has seen for years. Seriously, we went unbeaten last
season.

It also helps to have Callum on your side, as he is probably one of the
best footballers in the year, if not in the school. I can't help but marvel
at the control he has the ball under, taking it passed one, then two
defenders before making a one-two pass and then slotting the ball calmly
into the opposition's net. It's quite ridiculous really, like the ball is
attached to his foot by an invisible string.

As Callum celebrates his goal he runs back up the pitch landing high fives
on all his team mates.

"That was a wicked goal, man!" Shouts one of the opposition players.

Callum just turns a bit red. He has learnt to cope with the attention. He's
probably one of the most popular kids in school - after me of course!

With the score at 5-4 to the Year 8s, I decide to head off just before the
bell goes for the end of lunch in order to find Ben. It's the Friday of the
sleepover, and everything's been planned for me to walk home with Ben, but
I feel it best to find him to check that the plans were still going to go
ahead. I normally find him quite hard to find, as he likes to keep to
himself and sits away from most of the other kids, so it takes me a little
time to find him, but eventually I spot him sitting under a tree just
putting his lunch away into his bag.

"Hey, Ben!" I call to him. "Don't head off just yet, I wanna talk about
tonight."

Ben looks up from his bag and smiles when he seems me running across the
grass towards him. "Oh, hi there Aiden. You can still come, right?"

"Yeah, yeah. There's no problem, I just wanted to come and say hi, since I
know you don't usually sit with anyone at lunch. Oh, and also to just make
sure we're gonna meet at the gates after school."

Ben seems relieved when I tell him I am still coming, as if he didn't quite
trust me and thought I might bail out. "Oh, right. Yeah, I'll be there,
mate."

"Cool! I'm really looking forward to this, it's gonna be so fun!"

Then the bell sounds. I say bell; it's really just a sharp buzzer sound,
probably designed to scare the kids back inside to their lessons. I walk
with Ben back through the mob of people all heading towards the doors, and
we finalise our plans for the night, and for tomorrow's game, as we go. Ben
has some ideas of games to play and things we can do before the football
tomorrow, and his mother has even gone out and rented us some films to
watch. I think I am looking forward to it more and more as the day goes,
but time seems to be slowing as my anticipation rises!

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After a brief period with our tutors, we head off to the sports hall for
what is to be our first P.E. lesson of the year. We being Callum, Dylan and
I. I know that some kids don't like P.E., and that's probably a mix of a
number of things: not liking the physical activity, not liking to change in
front of others etc. For me, none of that is a problem. I mean I am not the
sportiest kid in school, nothing like Callum, but I enjoy sports and am
quite fit. Which leads me to the next point. I'm not worried at all about
changing in front of others, being quite skinny and outgoing. The only
thing I worry about is the fact that other people in the class are already
starting to develop hair under their arms (and probably in other places,
too), and it makes me feel a bit young and babyish.

As we reach the sports hall (a large building made from red brick which is
separate from the main school building), other people in the class start
arriving and we form a line in front of the doors, waiting for the teachers
to greet us. There are only usually about 6 P.E. teachers or so, about 3
male teachers and 3 female, and so we usually get to know our teacher each
year and they will stick with us for most of our time at the school. I'm
soon greeted by a familiar face in Mr. Hutchins, a friendly young teacher,
probably not long out of university.

And then we are escorted into the changing rooms, boys in one and girls in
the other - obviously. I always found the smell of the changing rooms a bit
weird. Most people complain about it, but I don't know whether I actually
disliked it or not.

As I find a quiet spot in the corner to change, with Callum and Dylan
joining me, I begin to undress. I firstly remove the horrible black school
blazer, and hang it up on a peg. Then I start to untie my tie and sit down
to unbutton the buttons on my shirt. As the shirt falls open like a pair of
curtains I pull my arms out and then scrunch my shirt up and leave it in my
empty P.E. bag. Now shirtless I sit down again and take a look around the
room.

There're about 25 boys in the room, most of them 12 years old, but a couple
might be 13 now. I take in all the different shapes and sizes. There's one
boy that is really huge, and he is hidden away in the opposite corner of
the room trying to keep out of the way of other people. Then there's the
group of nerds, or geeks. They sit to the side of us, and are mostly really
skinny. The keep themselves to themselves too, just talking amongst each
other, probably about math homework or something like that. The final group
of people in the room are the sport people. That's where I sit alongside
Callum and the others. I take quick notice of Callum's topless body and
notice his chest is well defined for a boy that is not even 13 yet, and
that he even has a slight six pack. As he raises his arms to pull on his
rugby shirt, I notice that he has no hair under there yet though, and that
makes me feel a little better about myself.

I continue getting dressed into my P.E. kit and only sneak occasional
glances at the others. As soon as we are done, Callum, Dylan and I head out
of the changing room and onto the field for a game of rugby. Needless to
say we all get covered in mud, but being the last lesson of the day, the
teacher lets us leave school in our P.E. kits, so we don't have to shower
or change back into our uniforms. I then say my goodbyes to Callum and
Dylan and run off to the school gates to meet with Ben and look forwards to
the sleepover!

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Thanks again for taking the time to read this instalment, and I hope you
enjoyed this one. As promised there was more sexual description, though no
real action yet (it will cum eventually (forgive the pun)). The third
chapter has been written but won't be put onto the site until probably
Friday because I want to get ahead a bit and focus on writing a few more
chapters.

As always I would love to hear what you think of the story so far. Have any
suggestions, feedback or criticism? Get in touch by emailing me:
jake.t-l@hotmail.co.uk Don't be shy, I need to know what you think of this
so please contact me! See you soon with another chapter and some more fun!