Date: Fri, 12 Aug 2005 06:09:43 -0700 (PDT)
From: Thomas Gaige <togaige@yahoo.com>
Subject: Alex Gets Educated - Chapter 8
DISCLAIMER: The following story is FICTIONAL. It contains descriptions
of sexual activities between teenage boys. If you are not over 18 years
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Alex Gets Educated
Chapter 8 - New Beginnings - Alex's Story - Part I
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Alex's Story
I was lonely and depressed again after Jon left to go back to college
following the Columbus Day weekend. There was nothing to do in the
neighborhood, and I really didn't have a lot of friends at school. The
kids I did hang out with, I wasn't that close to. I wished Jon would
transfer home and go to school locally, but that wasn't about to happen.
I didn't know what to do to make things better. Things went along like
this for a couple weeks, then something happened that at the time I
didn't realize, was going to change my life forever.
I was always a pretty good student, and always got good grades, although
I did have to work hard to maintain my average. I didn't like working
that hard, but my mother made me. As a result, I was in the group of
honors students in my grade.
Although I was smart, and an honors student, I wasn't enough of a book
worm to really fit in with the other honors students. They were a very
cliquish group of their own, and they ignored the few other kids like me
who had somehow managed to get good enough grades to be in their group.
I most definitely wasn't a jock, so I didn't hang out with them either.
The only other cliquish group was the potheads, and I wasn't a pothead
either. I'd never even tried pot. There were no other groups of kids
that hung out together.
On the first day of school, I'd noticed a new kid, a boy my age, in the
hallways. I hadn't seen him before, and assumed he must've moved into
our school district over the summer. I didn't see him except to pass him
in the hallways, and sometimes in the cafeteria at lunch time. Usually
he was sitting alone, eating and reading a book. I never really paid
much attention to him, as I was usually busy talking with some kids I
always sat with to have lunch.
Lunch was my one social event of the day! It was the only time I
actually had a real conversation with any of the kids at school. We were
a group of misfits who didn't fit into any of the established cliques.
Our lunch group was a few kids who were pretty much like me. They didn't
fit in with anyone either, so we usually sat together. None of us ever
formed any close friendships though, outside of sitting together for that
half hour each day. I tried a couple times to invite one of them over
after school, but they always said they were busy and couldn't. None of
them hung out together either, except at lunch, so it wasn't just me they
didn't like enough. That did make me feel a little better about it. We
just always sat together at lunch each day, and that was that. It was
better than sitting alone at least.
Anyway, like I said, I noticed this new boy in the halls and the
cafeteria, but never really paid much attention to him, because I never
saw him any other times. Suddenly though, a couple weeks after Columbus
Day, he transferred from the average level group, up into the honor's
group, and he ended up being scheduled into almost every class I was in.
I kind of felt sorry for the kid. First he had to move away from all his
friends and transfer to a whole new school, but then, partway into the
school year, he had to transfer to all different classes too! Twice he
was thrown in with a bunch of kids he didn't know, who all critically
looked him over, but never really spoke to him.
First period on the first day he switched over I had English class.
That's when I first noticed him outside of the hallways and lunch. He
was scheduled into my class, and ended up sitting at an empty desk right
next to mine. Everyone stared curiously at him, which embarrassed him
enough so he blushed. I guess I must've been staring at him too, because
he got even redder in the face when he looked up at me, and quickly
pretended to be opening a book up.
Feeling a little self-conscious for having been one of the group who had
just rudely stared at him, I cleared my throat and tentatively said "Hi".
Surprised that anyone spoke to him, he looked up at me a moment, but then
blushing a bit redder still. He replied with a "Hi" of his own though.
We both looked at each other a moment, then I said, "I'm Alex."
"I'm Vincent," he said.
"Do people call you Vince?" I asked, not knowing what else to say.
He looked at me as if that was a strange question, but then said, "No,
just Vincent. Do they call you Al?"
"Sometimes, but usually just Alex," I said.
He smiled slightly then. It was the first time I'd seen him smile, and I
was immediately struck by how good looking he was when he did smile. His
eyes glittered, and he had the cutest barely visible dimples. As he
smiled, He continued blushing shyly. He looked so cute, I couldn't help
but smile back at him, which only caused him to blush a little more. He
smiled a bit more though, and his dimples shown a little more
prominently. We didn't get to talk anymore, because the teacher called
us to order then.
After class, Vincent got up and left quickly. I was kind of
disappointed. I'd wanted to ask him where he'd moved from, and about why
he suddenly moved into our class. As I headed for the doorway, I saw him
up ahead of me, walking quickly out the door, looking down at a piece of
paper as he walked along. He was so intent on reading what was on the
paper, he didn't see the group of potheads heading straight in his
direction, and of course he crashed right into one of them. Poor Vincent
fell right on his ass, and all his books flew all over the hallway.
Everyone started laughing of course, and the guy he'd crashed into
hollered at him to watch where he was going. Then, he kicked one of
Vincent's notebooks, and it flew across the hall, slammed into the wall
and burst open, papers flying everywhere. Our English teacher heard the
commotion and walked out into the hallway. Everyone went back to their
own business then and moved on.
Vincent was red as a fire engine as he clambored to get up. The teacher
asked him if he was OK, and he thanked him and said he was. Then he
started gathering up his things. A couple of his books had landed near
me, so I bent down and scooped them up, as he quickly tried to gather his
notes together and put them back into his notebook.
"You OK?" I asked, handing him his books.
"Yeah," he said, still a little red in the face and looking miserable.
"Forget about them, they're assholes," I said, smiling slightly and
picking up the last of his notes.
"Thanks," he said, sounding sincerely thankful for my help and moral
support.
"So... How come you're suddenly in my English class?" I asked.
"When I started here this year, they didn't know if I was an average or
honor's student, so they put me in the average classes. At mid-term they
figured out I should be in honors, so all my classes just got changed,"
Vincent said, dismally.
"Cool!" I said. "Maybe we'll be in some other classes too. What'd'ya
have next?"
Vincent smiled a little, but then frowned as he looked at his schedule.
"That's what I was just trying to figure out before my collision with
Super Dork!" he said.
I roared when I heard his name for the asshole he'd slammed into.
"Don't let him hear you call him that. He'll pound the hell out of you!"
I said.
Vincent's eyes jerked up and he looked a little alarmed.
"Don't worry," I said. "He won't bother you just for bumping into him...
but... I would watch out and avoid walking near him for a while!"
"Sounds like a plan," Vincent said. "Thanks for the advice."
"Sure," I said. "So what'a'ya got next?"
Vincent looked at his schedule, and looked back up at me and said rather
dismally, "Gym!"
I snickered and said, "It's not my favorite class either, but guess
what? I have gym next too - we'll be together again!"
Vincent smiled a little again then.
"We better get going before we're late," I added.
The two of us walked to the locker room together then. On the way, I
found out that Vincent's father had been transferred to our area from a
couple states away, so that's how he ended up in our school. He also
admitted he didn't know anyone in our school, or where he lived, which I
found out wasn't too far from my house! Anyway he didn't come right out
and say so, but it was obvious he was kind of lonely. I smiled at him
and told him we could hang out if he wanted to. He smiled the biggest
smile I'd seen him smile up to then, and rather shyly told me he'd like
that.
When we got to the locker room, a lot of the kids had finished changing
and were gone already. We were both happy to find that Vincent's locker
was in the same bay as mine.
"Looks like we're destined to spend time together!" he said.
"Fine by me," I said, grinning.
He smiled again. I couldn't help it, I loved the dimples he got when he
smiled. And how his eyes glistened too. Vincent had the most beautiful
blue eyes, with long thick lashes, under a pair of thick eyebrows, that
were almost a uni-brow, but not quite. He had thick spikey dark blond
hair, just a little darker than mine. He was taller than me by a couple
inches, and had a great build. As he stripped to his boxers to change
into his track shorts and T-shirt, I couldn't help but notice that he had
a gorgeous body. And when he sat down on the bench a moment and his
underwear molded to his body, I saw he had quite the package in the
crotch of his boxers. I couldn't wait to see if he would shower after
class. I really wanted to get a look at him completely naked!
Suddenly, as we were changing, I realized I'd been staring at Vincent too
much. When I glanced up, I noticed that he'd noticed too. He had a
curious look on his face, which faded instantly, as he began to blush
again. I felt my own face burning then too. We both quickly looked the
other way and quickly finished dressing.
As we walked out to the gym together, I was afraid I'd blown it by
looking Vincent up and down, and figured he wouldn't want anything to do
with me, but he surprised me and stood next to me as we lined up for our
obligatory callisthenics.
Vincent easily kept pace with me as we went through our jumping jacks,
push ups, sit ups, and squat thrusts. As I finished my iteration of
squat thrusts, I noticed that Vincent appeared to have been watching me.
I wondered if he really had been, or if I was imagining things. As I
looked at him, he blushed slightly and looked away.
We went outside and had a soccer scrimmage then. Vincent appeared to be
an average player, like myself. We were both positioned as half-backs,
but on opposing teams. In the end, my team won, by one goal. It was
actually one of the more fun gym classes I'd had.
When we went back to the locker room, I wondered if Vincent was going to
take a shower. I was disappointed when he didn't, so I decided not to
either. Besides, it was almost time to change classes.
I was surprised when Vincent asked why I wasn't taking a shower. I
guessed he saw my towel and shampoo sitting on the top shelf in my
locker.
"Not enough time today. Maybe next time," I said, ignoring the fact he
was embarrassed at having opened his mouth to ask why I didn't take one.
Thinking quickly, I grinned and added, "besides, I don't see you taking
one either!"
He blushed a little more and smiled shyly as I smirked at him.
"I-I forgot a towel," he said. "I'll try to bring one next time."
"You can borrow mine if you want," I countered.
Vincent blushed deeper still but said, "Thanks, but you're right - it's
too late today."
I was dressed then, and took off for my next class. Vincent wasn't in
it, but he was in the one just before lunch. When that one let out, I
invited him to join my lunch group. Shyly he thanked me, and followed me
to the cafeteria.
I was happy when the guys in my group were friendly toward Vincent. From
that day forward, he ate lunch with us each day.
After lunch, Vincent was in a different class than I was. Our last
class, French, we shared though.
* * *
The next day at school, Vincent was in all the same classes again with
me, except that in place of gym, we had study hall together. When I saw
him walk into the room, I motioned for him to join me, and he did.
Rather than doing our homework, we talked. It was then I started to get
to know Vincent better. He was an only child, well... not really. He'd
had an older brother, but he'd died when Vincent was just three years
old, and he could barely remember him. There were no other children in
the family, so it was as if Vincent was an only child. Vincent's brother
had drowned accidentally in the family's pool, and as a result, his
parents were extremely over-protective of him, to the point they were
paranoid something bad would happen to him. Because of this, Vincent led
a very sheltered life. Both of his parents worked. In fact, he hardly
ever saw his father. He worked late alot, and traveled alot. His mother
worked too, and recently had started putting in long hours too. She
filled much of her spare time with classes and other activities. As a
result, Vincent ended up spending a lot of time home alone. Although he
didn't say it, it seemed to me that it bothered him that his parents
weren't around much. Vincent wasn't into sports. He wasn't into trying
drugs or anything like that either. Although he was smart, he wasn't a
'top 10% of the class' student either. It sounded like he was a LOT like
me.
Being that he was so like me, Vincent was a perfect fit for the group of
misfits I ate lunch with. He was also a perfect candidate to be a friend
for me. Although the other guys in our lunch group never spent time
together outside of lunch, Vincent and I quickly became friends outside
the group as well. I figured it was probably because we were in so many
classes together. Then again, he seemed to be just as lonely as I was,
and most likely wanted a friend, just as much as I did. In addition to
our mutual need for friendship, we genuinely seemed to be a lot alike,
and seemed to like to do a lot of the same things too. We were a natural
fit to be friends. I liked him a lot, and got the impression he liked me
too!
On top of that, he was cute as Hell! It wasn't long at all before I
began day dreaming about him. I imagined what he looked like completely
naked. Then, I tried to imagine what he looked like when he jacked off.
Of course that made me wonder if he did jack off! We never seemed to
talk about sex, or girls, like most of the other guys always wanted to
talk about. That made me wonder a little about him too. A couple times
I tried to point out girls I knew the straight guys in class thought were
hot. He gave a quick look and went a little red in the face and agreed
they were hot. He didn't seem to be watching them though. I began to
wonder then if maybe he was gay! Of course, as soon as I began to wonder
this, I began to fantasize about having sex with him. As I jacked off
each afternoon after school, I imagined that he was there with me, in a
'69', and we were sucking each other off, like Jon and I often did.
Vincent didn't really come off as if he was gay though, but as I got to
know him, there was something about him, kind of an inquisitiveness. I
got the distinct impression that he was checking me out at times I wasn't
looking, and that he wanted to see me naked, as much as I wanted to see
him naked! I began to wonder if that was going to happen though. When
our next gym class rolled around, I'd hoped we'd both end up showering
together afterward. It didn't happen though, as we ran really late with
the day's scrimmage. I was encouraged though when I noticed that Vincent
had brought a towel, soap-on-a-rope, and a tube of shampoo! I smiled to
myself then with the knowledge that it would only be a matter of time
before I saw him nude!
* * *
The first weekend after I met Vincent, was boring as hell. I'd wished
I'd gotten Vincent's phone number. I would've called him to see if maybe
we could've gotten together. I wondered if he was bored too, and what he
was up too. Of course I knew where he lived, and I could've ridden my
bicycle over to his house, but I didn't want to appear too eager.
As I lay in bed leisurely jerking off Sunday morning with a good handful
of lotion, I wondered what vincent was doing. I grinned as I pictured
him lying in his bed jerking off at the same time! As I pictured Vincent
lying naked, flogging his log, I suddenly felt my orgasm begin to build.
I pictured Vincent beginning to beat off faster then, as his own orgasm
began building. Suddenly I climaxed and blew my load all over my chest
and belly. In my mind's eye, I saw Vincent's nostrils flare, and his
mouth open in a passionate gasp, as a streak of jism flew out his dick,
and landed in a sreak on him stomach and chest. I spasmed and came
again!
After I finished cumming, I laid there breathing heavily, my belly coated
with cum. Damn! I wished Jon had been home that weekend, so I could've
had more fun than just jacking off, thinking about Vincent!
* * *
The following Tuesday, we had gym class again. This time, we finished
our scrimmage early. I noticed most of the guys were stripping and
running into the showers. I wondered if Vincent would too. As I sat
taking my sneakers off, I noticed he seemed to be taking his time
undressing. I also thought I saw him glancing surreptitiously at me. I
wondered if maybe he was waiting to see if I would take a shower or not.
Finally, I decided to take the bull by the horns and see if he'd take a
shower if I did. Quickly I finished getting out of my sweaty T-shirt,
shorts and socks. Then, I hooked my thumbs in the waistband of my boxers
and bending forward, pushed them down to the floor. I pulled them off,
straightened up, and tossed them into the bottom of my locker. Then, I
grabbed my towel and shampoo, and spun around to face Vincent, completely
naked.
He was sitting on the bench next to where I stood. I was surprised to
find him staring straight at my cock, which was level with his mouth. He
must've been looking at my ass, when I was getting my towel and soap out
of my locker! He quickly turned away, but his face flushed deep red. I
was glad he wasn't looking up at my face at that point, because I
couldn't help but smile at the fact that he'd been checking me out. I
still wondered though if it was just a casual look to see what I looked
like, or, if maybe there was more to it.
"It's early and I'm smelly. I'm hitting the showers," I said, trying to
sound casual.
Desperately wishing he'd leap up and rip his boxers, off and say he was
coming too, I hovered for a couple seconds. He didn't move though, so
not wanting to have him wondering why I was just standing there, I turned
and headed for the showers.
As I entered the shower room, the usual banter was taking place between
the guys. Some of the bigger, rowdier guys were picking on the smaller,
shy guys. Other's were making fun of a couple of guys who had developed
obvious semi-hardons. I quickly found a spiget in the corner where there
seemed to be a more quiet group of guys, who were quickly washing
themselves, and jumped under the spray to get wet.
As I started soaping up, I noticed Vincent appear in the doorway. I
couldn't help but quickly smile to myself. He had his towel in front of
him though, so I couldn't get a look at him. I turned away, as I saw him
quickly scanning the room, hoping he hadn't seen me looking at him. As I
looked left, I noticed that Chris Johnson seemed to be making sure his
penis was spotlessly clean. He had quite a lather going, and was
actually sliding his hand up and down his semi-rigid shaft. I felt my
dick start to tingle in response, as I wondered if he was going to break
into fullblown masturbation in front of us all!
Davey Seward was standing next to him and started laughing and said "Get
a room Johnson".
"Fuck off Seward!" Chris said, blushing, and quickly starting to rinse
off.
When he turned around to rinse his back a moment later though, his dick
was almost sticking out straight in front of him.
"Christ! Keep that thing away from me!" Davey, teased.
"Asshole!" Chris said, reaching for his shampoo, and walking away with
his erection bobbing up and down in front of him.
As I watched their banter, I heard Vincent's voice, "Decided since it was
early I should wash off my sweat too!"
I turned around and grinned at him. He grinned back at me.
I couldn't believe what happened next. His eyes dropped down and he
looked at my dick! It only lasted a split second, then he looked back up
at me, and saw I'd noticed, and he went almost purple in the face. He
looked mortified.
At first I wasn't sure how to respond, but seeing how embarrassed he was,
I smirked at him, then made a point of quickly looking down at his dick
too. When I looked back up at him, he looked surprised, and a little
confused. He still looked very embarrassed too, but rather relieved to
see I was still smiling.
"You check mine out, I'm gonna check your's!" I said quietly, so no one
else would hear.
I still can't believe I did and said that! It's not something I'd have
normally said to anyone but Jon or Tony! I felt my face turning pink too
as a result. I was relieved a moment later, when Vincent smiled
abashedly. I snickered and smiled back, and Vincent chuckled slightly
then too.
We both washed quickly then, neither of us looking downward, except to
check that we'd gotten all the soap off our own bodies.
Soon as we were finished, we both went and got our towels and toweled
dry, then I wrapped mine around my waist like some of the other guys did,
and headed for my locker. Vincent took a moment longer to finish drying
off, but he did the same as I did.
As Vincent walked along behind me toward our lockers, I heard a sudden
commotion break out behind me.
"What're ya hiding under that towel Newbie?" I heard one of the class
jerks say.
"Looks like he's got a boner!" another one said, loudly.
"HEY!" I heard Vincent yell.
I stopped and turned around in time to see one of them ripping Vincent's
towel from around his waist. There he stood completely naked, with an
obvious semi-hardon. I couldn't help but notice that it was a pretty
good size, and I felt my own dick starting to stiffen a little. Poor
Vincent turned bright red, and looked like he wanted to crawl into a
hole!
"Give me my towel you faggots!" he screamed, his voice sounding somewhat
frightened.
"AW... c'mon now newbie! You're the one sportin' wood! So, who's the
faggot here?" the bully said, tauntingly, holding Vincent's towel out to
his buddy who grabbed it and flung it to someone else.
"THAT'S ENOUGH!" the gym teacher's voice resounded in a deep bellow over
the bedlam that followed.
Suddenly the locker room was silent, as he elbowed his way forward into
the group. When he reached Vincent, I noticed he glanced down at
Vincent's crotch for a moment. Quickly he looked up and looked around at
everyone. I could've sworn as he pivoted around on his heel as he spoke
again, that his crotch had a definite bulge in it. I wondered if anyone
else noticed how he'd checked Vincent's privates out, and his obvious
resulting reaction.
"I've told you knuckleheads before that there's to be NO horsing around
in here! Swenson, Winters! Detention tonight for you two! Now give him
his towel back!" the gym teacher shouted.
Someone tossed Vincent his towel. Vincent, whose dick had shrunk back to
normal by then, quickly wrapped it around his waist, and walked quickly
toward me, and our bay of lockers.
"You alright?" I asked quietly, as I stood aside to let him pass by.
I could see his eyes had tears in them. His lower lip was trembling
slightly too. He didn't reply, but just rushed past me to his locker,
and sat down on the bench in front of it, looking down at the floor.
The locker room activity returned to normal then. I went and sat down on
the bench next to Vincent.
"They really didn't mean anything by it," I said. "They're just a couple
morons who like to screw around and pick on people!"
Vincent swallowed and blinked, then looked at me.
"Easy for you to say," he said to me. "It wasn't you who ended up
standing naked, with a semi in front of everyone!"
I couldn't help but smile a little at Vincent's admission about his
condition. I said, "Well, everyone sees each other naked in here, and
everyone gets a little hard at times. Besides, nobody's gonna laugh at
your dick! It's probably bigger than most of their's anyway!"
"Yeah, right!" Vincent said, still looking at the floor.
"No! Seriously! It looked awful damn big to me!" I said, suddenly
wishing I hadn't brought up the size of Vincent's dick. I didn't want
him thinking I was checking him out for real.
Vincent glanced at me questioningly for a moment, then looked away again.
"Whatever. It was still humiliating to be standing naked, being gawked
at by everyone!" he said.
"Look! Nobody's gonna think that much about it, unless you let them
think you cared. It was just an initiation of the 'New Boy' thing.
Forget about it. Everyone else will too! Let's get dressed and get to
next class before we're late," I said.
"Maybe you're right," Vincent said.
"Of course I am. I'm right about everything!" I replied, smirking at
him.
Vincent didn't reply, still looking like he felt sorry for himself.
I got up and dropped my towel then and started pulling my clothes out.
Vincent followed my lead. Neither of us looked purposely at each other,
nor did we try to hide ourselves. I caught a few good looks at his
privates though, and I'm sure he saw mine a few times too. He sure did
have a good-sized cock. He was cut. And he had a real nice smooth,
hairless nut sack, with a couple good-sized eggs swinging in it. He had
a nice light brown pubic bush that matched the color of his eyebrows,
which was only a little darker than the hair on his head. At one point
he turned around and I got a good look at his ass. He has a gorgeous
bubble butt. I so wanted to lick my middle finger, reach over and cup
his ass and run my wet finger through his crack and over his hole, but of
course, that was out of the question. When he bent over to step into his
clean boxers, his anus winked quickly at me. It was a cute tight pink
pucker. There were a few fine brown hairs growing on the skin inside his
cheeks. Oh how I wished I could just bury my face between those glutes
of his. I realized then that I was starting to get very hard, so I
quickly finished dressing, before anyone could notice.
* * *
Unfortunately, word of Vincent's ordeal spread like wild fire. At lunch,
a couple of friends of the guys who grabbed Vincent's towel, hollered
across the lunch room at him "Hey Newbie! Heard you got a hardon in the
showers!" Poor Vincent almost died. The guys at our table wondered what
was going on, so I took the liberty to tell them. Vincent looked ready
to kill me.
"Hey! They'll find out anyway now. Might as well hear the real story,"
I said.
"So... you got a hardon?" one of the guys asked, grinning a little
incredulously.
Vincent started to go beet red, but I quickly jumped in and said, "Naw, I
saw. He was soft the whole time. He is damn huge though - even soft!
They just said he must've been hard when they saw him nude to cover up
the fact they're so much smaller than him!"
"ALEX!" Vincent, cried, turning bright red, as all the other guys
laughed.
"They're just jealous of your tool man. Stop worrying," Ed Ryan said
then.
"Exactly!" I said.
Everyone laughed then. Even Vincent joined in with a chuckle of his own.
* * *
The next day in History Class, we were assigned projects we had to work
on with partners. Vincent was in my History class too, but he sat a
couple rows away from me. When we were told we had to work on the
project in pairs, we immediately both looked at each other. We grinned
when our eyes met. I gave him a questioning look and he nodded. I
grinned back at him. The teacher told us to choose our partners and
switch seats so we'd be next to each other to work together. A desk next
to mine opened up, so Vincent jumped up and came to sit with me.
"Thanks," Vincent said. "I'm glad we're in this class together. I
usually hate group projects, because there's never anyone I know well
enough who wants to work on it with me!"
"No problem," I replied, smiling, happy myself, because I usually had the
same problem.
Our history class was about Afro-Asian studies. We were a little worried
we wouldn't like the subject we got for our project, but when the teacher
handed us the instruction sheet, with "Tibet and the Dali Llama" written
across the top, we both agreed that might be an interesting subject to do
a paper on.
We were given the last 4 weeks of the term to work on our paper. We both
agreed we'd like to get it done as soon as possible though.
Unfortunately, neither of us had time to get together to work on it til
the weekend. In the end, it worked out great that that was the case.
"How'd you like to spend the weekend at my house?" Vincent asked. "I've
got a big room and a computer with internet access! There's a library
nearby too! If you come over after school Friday and stay til Sunday, we
can probably get most of it done this weekend. The house'll be quiet
too, cause my parents both have to work Saturday, and Sunday they're
going out for most of the day. I was supposed to go with them, but don't
want to, so this'll be a good excuse for me to stay home too!"
"Sounds good to me!" I said, smiling at the prospect of not having to
spend another boring weekend alone.
* * *
My mom called Vincent's parents that night when I asked her if I could
spend the weekend at their house. She talked to Vincent's mother, who
told her I was more than welcome to come over for the weekend. They
talked a few minutes longer, and it was all set.
That Friday, after school, I came home and packed a knapsack with some
clothes, and a couple books I thought we might be able to use for the
project. Then, I left a note for Mom, and left. I rode my bike over to
Vincent's.
When I rang the bell, Vincent answered. Grinning, he told me to take my
bike out back and park it in the garage on the side, next to his, and
he'd let me in the back door.
Vincent had a nice house, although it was kind of small. He had a great
room though. They lived in a Cape Cod style house and Vincent had a
large room that took up half the upstairs. He had his own private
bathroom up there too. The only other room up there was used just for
storage. Vincent's room had a full-size bed in it, a computer desk with
a PC on it. There was a 20" TV on top of his dresser, and he had a great
stereo system. I was surprised when I turned around, and in the corner
sat a bird cage with a large gray bird in it.
"Whoa!" I said, walking over and looking at the bird. It stared back at
me, barely making a move, except to blink a couple times.
"Oh, that's Eddie. He's my African Gray," Vincent said.
"Damn! He's big!" I said, still staring at him.
Suddenly the bird scared the hell out of me by shrilling, "Brawkkkk!
What'cha lookin' at Dummy?"
Vincent roared as I leaped backward, yelping.
"JESUS CHRIST!" I swore. "He scared the hell out of me!"
"Don't worry, you'll get used to him!" Vincent said, still chuckling.
Eddie continued squawking, nodding his head up and down, until Vincent
stepped over and spoke to him.
"Be NICE Eddie!" Vincent said, sternly.
Finally, at the sound of Vincent's voice, Eddie relaxed and returned to
his quiet posture.
"You never mentioned you had a bird," I said, recovering finally.
"Musta slipped my mind. I'm sure there's other things I haven't told you
yet either," Vincent said, smiling. "How 'bout we try to pull this paper
together a little?"
"OK," I said.
The two of us worked on our project for the rest of the afternoon then,
and into the evening. Both our mothers had given us money to use to
order food in, so we ordered a pizza and kept on working.
By 10:00, we were both exhausted from all the work we'd done, so we
quit. We had a LOT of our work done though. We'd done most of the
research, and had the outline for the paper completed, and had started
the rough draft.
Vincent flipped on the TV then, and we watched an improv show, which was
definitely supposed to be for adults only. It was really raunchy, which
we both found hilarious. Neither of us could stop laughing at all the
sexual inuendos and jokes.
At 11:00, we went downstairs and raided the freezer, each making ourself
a banana split. As we sat at the kitchen table eating them, Vincents
parents came home from wherever they'd been. Vincent introduced them to
me. They seemed very nice, and I thought they seemed like they liked
me. They only visited with us for a short time, then said they were
tired and were going to bed, because they both had to get up early to go
to work. We said goodnight to them, and they headed into their bedroom,
and closed the door. We finished eating, then went back upstairs.
* * *
Vincent looked exhausted, as he draped a cover over Eddie's cage. I felt
ready to fall asleep myself.
"Why don't we get ready for bed, then watch a movie maybe?" Vincent
suggested, covering his mouth as he yawned right afterward.
I agreed, so he told me I could use the bathroom first. I took my
toothbrush and went to the bathroom. I peed and brushed my teeth, then
went back to Vincent's room.
Vincent used the bathroom then, and returned a couple minutes later.
"Um... what do you sleep in?" Vincent asked.
"My boxers," I lied, not wanting to tell him that since meeting Jon, I
always slept nude.
"Me too," he said, smiling a little strangely.
He started to strip then, so I did too. Within a minute, we were both
wearing only our boxers.
Vincent went and turned the top of the bedspread down then. I noticed he
surreptitiously pulled what looked like a pair of pajamas out from under
his pillow and quickly stuffed them under the bed. I pretended not to
have noticed when he turned around.
"I don't know if I'll be able to stay awake. I'm gonna get into bed, in
case I fall asleep," Vincent said.
"Good idea, I will too," I said.
I stepped over to the bed then to turn down the bedspread on the side of
the bed that was closest to me.
"Wait-" Vincent cried, as I pulled the pillows up.
I continued to pull the bedspread out, as I looked up at Vincent to see
what he wanted. Just then, I felt something smooth, cold, and slightly
heavy slide down the inside of my leg and hit me in the top of my foot.
Looking down, I saw a pink bottle of "Baby Magic" lotion. It only took a
split second for me to realize it had been under the pillows on Vincent's
bed, and why it had been there. My dick sprang to life as I reached down
and picked up the bottle of lotion. When I looked up at Vincent, he was
purpler in the face than I'd ever seen him.
I couldn't help myself. As embarrassed as I was because I felt my hardon
forming, I couldn't help my face from blossoming into a huge, shit-eating
grin, as I looked at him. Poor Vincent looked mortified.
As I set the bottle down on the night stand, I chuckled and said, "Relax,
I use 'Johnson's' myself. It seems a little thicker than 'Baby Magic'!"
Vincent's face registered confusion for a moment, then suddenly, I saw
the realization of what I'd just admitted to him register in his brain.
He broke into an embarrassed grin then.
"S-so... you do it too?" he asked, finally, smiling stupidly yet, and
still barely able to speak.
Snickering, I said, "Doesn't everyone? By the way, you seriously should
switch to Johnson's - it really is thicker, and it stays slippery
longer!"
Vincent was smiling a little incredulously yet, and still looked very
red. In my peripheral vision, I could see that he had a definite pole
tenting the front of his boxers though. I could feel the head of my own
dick pressing against my boxers too. I hoped Vincent wouldn't look down
or notice.
"I kind of just use whatever my mother gets," he said, looking carefully
at my face.
He must've been afraid that if he glanced away from me, I might look down
and notice.
"But does she know what she's buying it for you for?" I asked, smiling
slyly.
Vincent blushed a bit deeper, and said, "Well, I kind of just take it. I
don't think she realizes."
I grinned my shit-eating grin at him and said, "Me too. But, if she
didn't get Johnson's, I think I'd buy myself a bottle, at least to try
it."
Vincent didn't know what else to say, and we just stood there, smiling
somewhat stupidly at each other.
"Uh... how about we get to bed and see if there isn't a movie on we want
to watch?" he said.
Then, lifting the covers, he quickly got into bed. As he did so, I
noticed that his dick was really straining against the fabric of his
boxers. I hoped he didn't notice I was having the same problem, as I too
quickly climbed in.
As we settled, our bare legs suddenly touched one another. Both our eyes
got big, and we looked at one another. Neither of us moved away from the
other though, until at least a few seconds had passed, as we looked at
each other. Then, quickly, we both grinned sheepishly and apologized, as
we ripped our legs away from each other.
Vincent used the remote then to turn on the TV. He searched the
channels, but nothing good was on. Finally, I suggested he just turn it
off and we talk a while. Smiling, he switched the TV off, and reached up
and turned the light overhead off. Then, bathed in darkness, we lay
quietly next to each other. I could feel the heat from Vincent's body.
I so much wanted to snuggle up to him like I always did with Jon, but of
course, I couldn't.
Vincent spoke then, asking something about school. We talked a few
minutes, but soon I realized he wasn't answering me anymore. Then, a
couple minutes later, his quiet breathing became tiny little snores.
He'd fallen asleep.
I laid quietly next to Vincent, expecting I'd fall asleep quickly
myself. As tired as I was though, I was having a hard time falling
asleep. I realized after a couple minutes it was because I still had a
hardon, and couldn't stop thinking about how beautiful Vincent's body
was. If it was Jon who was sleeping with me, I'd have woken him up to
have sex. Of course, if it was Jon, we'd have had so much sex, I
wouldn't have been laying there hard, unable to get to sleep either, I
thought ruefully.
All I could think about was two things. Vincent's beautiful, sleeping
body, lying right next to mine, and his bottle of "Baby Magic" sitting on
the night stand next to me. With those two thoughts running through my
mind, there was no way I was ever going to get rid of my hardon and fall
asleep!
Finally, I couldn't stand it any longer. Vincent was obviously sleeping,
so I reached over and quietly picked up his bottle of lotion. Then, I
reached down onto the floor and felt around until I located my T-shirt.
I wasn't going to wear it again the next day, so carefully, so as not to
wake Vincent, I pushed the blankets and sheet back, exposing my body to
just below my boxers. Then I opened the bottle of lotion and turned it
upside down, letting a little bit of it run out into my hand. I closed
it up and set it back on the night stand. Then, I closed my handful of
lotion to warm it up a little. After a moment, my dick was still
throbbing. Vincent continued snoring. I opened my hand and wrapped it
around my dick and ever so slowly began to slide it up and down it,
coating it thoroughly with lotion. It felt great. Not as good a
Johnson's would have, but I knew as long as I was careful, I'd be able to
get some relief, without waking Vincent. Slowly I began to slide my
lotioned hand up and down my rod.
I moved my hand ever so slowly, so that my motion wouldn't wake Vincent.
Even so, I was so horned up, that after only about a minute, I felt my
orgasm beginning to build. I continued sliding my hand up and down the
entire length of my slick rod, as I felt the pressure building inside
me.
A few seconds later, I felt my body involuntarily tensing up. I
stiffened my leg and back muscles, so that I was laying rigidly and
continued stroking slowly up and down. It was nearly impossible to not
gasp or moan, but I remained silent, and just stroked up and down as
slowly as I could. With my left hand, I clutched my scrotum, squeezing
it gently, as my testicles swelled ever larger inside it. I'd never felt
so much pleasureful pressure built up inside me! I felt like I was going
to either scream or explode!
Suddenly, the biggest load of cum I'd ever shot all at once in my entire
life blasted out of my dick! It landed in a streak the went from my
neck, up and over my chin, mouth, and nose, across my forehead, and
trough my hair. The end of the glob landed on the pillow above me. No
orgasm had ever felt so awesome! My eyes filled with tears it felt so
good! How I didn't cry out, I'll never know.
Vincent snored on next to me, as I continued sliding my hand up and down
my dick. My body continued spasming, shooting more and more semen out my
dick, which landed in steaks and globs all over my torso and belly. I
must've cum about 8 or 9 times, before my final spasm or two, produced no
fluid.
When my orgasm was over, I waited a moment, breathing heavily through my
mouth, trying not to make any noise, so Vincent wouldn't wake up.
Suddenly I felt one last spasm wash over me. As it did, I squeezed my
balls and squeezed and pulled on my dick, milking the last little dribble
of cum out of it!
I laid still a moment or two after than, then, I began the arduous task
of cleaning myself up. It took a few minutes to wipe my dick dry of the
left over lotion, and to wipe all my cum out of my navel and off my
stomach, chest, neck and face. Getting it out of my hair was another
story. I hoped that in the morning I wouldn't have dried globs of it in
my hair. Lastly, I wiped up the little glob that had landed on the
pillow above my head.
Clean at last, I wadded up my cum-soaked T-shirt, and I mean cum-soaked.
It was well saturated with my semen! I dropped it on the floor, then
carefully twisted and turned over on my stomach.
vincent continued sleeping. A moment later I must've fallen asleep
myself.
* * *
When I woke up, I smiled to myself, as I felt Jon's warm, soft body lying
draped over my right side, his left arm snuggled securely around my back,
lying next to my side, with his hand nestled in my armpit. He must've
rolled over onto me, as I slept on my stomach. I didn't care. In fact,
I loved it when Jon snuggled with me while we slept. His warm breath
tickled the back of my neck each time he softly exhaled. I continued
smiling with the knowledge that soon we'd be having sex, as I realized
his hardon was pressing into my right ass cheek. Why the hell was I
wearing boxers though, I wondered. Regardless, my dick began to stiffen
with anticipation of the lovemaking we'd soon be doing.
When I opened my eyes, I blinked a couple times, confused. Then,
suddenly there was a loud squawk from the corner of the room.
"Brawkkkk! Wake Up Schleepy Head!" Eddie shrilled.
My eyes flew open wide, as I realized it wasn't Jon who was lying on top
of me, and we weren't in his or my room. It was Vincent, and we were in
his room!
As I laid staring wide-eyed at the bird cage across the room, I felt
Vincent stirring and waking up.
"Brawk! Time to get up!" Eddie shrilled.
"Yeah, yeah," Vincent growled drowsily, starting to move around.
All of a sudden, Vincent stopped moving.
"Fuck!" I heard him whisper to himself in a very alarmed, almost
inaudible rasp.
I slammed my eyes shut, and pretended to still be sleeping. Urgently,
but gently, I felt Vincent crawling off me.
"Damn that bird," I thought, wishing I could've enjoyed Vincent's
unrealized intimacy a few minutes longer.
Just as Vincent finished rolling gently onto his back, the bird squawked
again. I pretended to wake up then, and rolled onto my back. As I
twisted my head to the left and opened my eyes, I saw Vincent peering at
me.
"Aaahh!" I yelped and pulled back slightly, pretending to be surprised to
find someone in bed with me.
"Jesus Christ!" I said a moment later. "Sorry. I'm not used to sleeping
with anyone. Forgot where I was."
Vincent smiled, and chuckled. He looked very relieved thinking that I
hadn't noticed he was lying on top of me.
As I looked around, I noticed that there were two bulges sticking up,
tenting the covers slightly, where both our dicks were located. A
chuckle escaped me as I noticed this. Vincent looked down then and
realized what I was laughing at. He turned red in the face.
"No need for embarrassment Mon Ami. Looks like we both wake up in the
same condition!" I said, still chuckling.
He smiled then too, but sat up and rolled off his side of the bed and
said, "I gotta go take a dump!"
He turned red again though, as he had to pass in front of me at the end
of his bed with the bulge in his crotch protruding in front of him.
Snickering I said, "well, it's not like I haven't seen the real thing
already you know!
Poor vincent turned redder, but he muttered "Asshole!" and glared at me,
as he opened the door to the bathroom.
Looking back at me, I saw he was smiling. We both snickered.
As he walked into the bathroom and shut the door, I sat up, and dropped
my feet over the edge of the bed, and down onto the floor. My right foot
stepped down onto a wet rag. My dick strained against the fabric of my
boxers, as suddenly I remembered my late night jackoff. Fuck that was
one good orgasm, I thought to myself, as I felt the still very damp shirt
under my foot. I grinned to myself and looked down. I was horrified
then to see that it wasn't my T-shirt I'd used! Mine was lying across
the floor a ways. It must've been one of Vincent's shirts I'd used to
wipe my cum up with!
"Fuck!" I whispered feeling mortified, and desperately wondering how to
hide the fact from Vincent that I'd used his T-shirt to masturbate with.
I decided all I could do was shove it under the bed, and hope that he
didn't notice it for a while. At least not till it was dry!
As I reached under the bed, my hand made contact with more cloth. I got
down on my hands and knees then and looked under the bed. There were a
couple pairs of boxers, some socks and a couple T-shirts. I pulled the
T-shirt I'd bumped into out and looked at it. Suddenly, I was greatly
relieved when I saw that it too was coated with smeared dried-up cum! I
grinned to myself as I realized Vincent must use his underwear to clean
himself up with after he jacked off too!
Unable to help myself, I held the shirt to my nose and breathed in deeply
through my nostrils. The delicate scent of Vincent's semen filled my
sinuses. In response to it, my dick suddenly stiffened fully,
threatening to rip right through my boxers. Fuck how I wished Vincent
and I could have sex!
Suddenly, I heard the toilet flush. Quickly I shoved all Vincent's
underwear back under the bed, making sure the T-shirt I'd used was pushed
furthest under. Then, I leaped back into bed, and pulled the covers back
up over me, and turned onto my side, so my hardon didn't poke up so
obviously underneath them.
"Mind if I shower first?" Vincent asked, poking his head out of the
bathroom door and looking over at me.
"Go ahead," I said.
"OK," He said, and withdrew back into the bathroom.
A moment later, I heard the shower start up again.
Curious, and unable to stop myself, I quickly jumped out of bed and got
on my hands and knees again and looked under the bed. I pulled out both
pair of boxers, another T-shirt and a sock and inspected them. Each was
coated with dried-cum. Not only did his boxers smell of the scent of his
cum, but they also were heavily laden with the aroma of his sweat as
well. As I sniffed them, I felt a damp spot forming on the front of my
boxers, where a good amount of precum had started to ooze from my piss
slit.
Fuck, I wish Vincent would hurry up in the shower, so I could soap up and
get off myself. The shower ran and ran though. As I stuffed Vincent's
semen streaked clothing back under his bed, it dawned on me that he was
probably getting off in the shower himself. Damn! I wished I was in
there helping him, I thought to myself as I laid back down on the bed. I
tried then to think of anything non-sexual, so that my hardon would
shrink before Vincent came out. I couldn't think of anything distracting
enough though. By the time Vincent emerged from the bathroom, amidst a
cloud of steam, with a towel wrapped around his still dripping body, at
least 15 minutes had gone by that the water had been running. I hoped
there was some hot water left for me too! Of course I didn't think I'd
be taking as long as Vincent did to get off! Assuming that's what he was
really doing..... Fuck yeah... he had to have been jacking off!
As Vincent busied himself getting some clothes out of his dresser, I
dashed into the bathroom.
I quickly peeled my boxers off, sat down on the toilet, holding my hardon
so it pointed downward. Slowly about 5 gallons of pee dribbled out of
me. When I was finished peeing, I relaxed a moment, then, gave a good
long push and dumped a huge load into the bowl. After I'd wiped and
flushed, I washed my hands and brushed me teeth. Then, I jumped into the
shower.
Once I had the water going, I got wet. Then I used some of Vincent's
shampoo on my hair. Then, I picked up a bar of soap from the dish and
soaped myself all over. My dick throbbed as I imagined Vincent running
the same bar of soap all over his crotch and ass. Quickly I soaped my
dick up good, then put the bar down in the soap dish. I cupped my balls
in my left and and gently kneaded them as I began sliding my fist up and
down my soapy cock. Closing my eyes, I tried to imagine Vincent doing
the same thing only a few minutes ago, in the same spot. Within a
minute, I felt my orgasm building and I sped my stroke up. My hand was
flying up and down my dick, as the euphoria built up within me.
Suddenly, I gasped, as a glob of cum flew through my dick, splattering
onto the shower curtain.
"MMmmm!" I moaned, as I came again.
A moment later, I groaned as my third spasm hit me.
Over and over I grunted and moaned, as my body exploded repeatedly with
pleasure.
After a half minute or so, my orgasm ended. I spent a few minutes gently
stroking my softening penis, forcing the dregs of my cum from it.
Finally, I rinsed off, then turned off the water.
It was then that I realized I'd forgotten to get a towel! I opened the
shower curtain to holler to Vincent and ask for one, but as I did, I
noticed that the toilet seat and lid had been put down, and on top of it
lay a dry bath towel.
"Fuck!" I whispered to myself.
Vincent had obviously been in the bathroom while I'd been in the shower.
I hoped he hadn't heard me jacking off!
Quickly I dried off and then, with the towel wrapped around me, I opened
the bathroom door, and stepped back out into Vincent's bedroom. If he'd
heard me masturbating, he diplomtically never mentioned it, which was
fine with me!
Soon, I was dressed, and we went downstairs to eat. Vincent's parents
had both left for work already, and they'd left a note and some money
saying they wouldn't be home until late in the evening again. Vincent
grinned when he saw that.
"More time we can have fun by ourselves!" he said.
I wondered just what he thought we were going to do that we hadn't tried
yet, but I kept quiet.
* * *
We spent the rest of the morning working on the rough draft of our
paper. By lunchtime it was done!
After lunch we went back to the paper. Vincent worked out of some books,
while I looked up some information on the internet.
Things were going along nicely, until I went to do a google search for an
online gazetteer of Tibet, so we could get a little more information on
the countries geography. I was going to type in the words "gazetteer"
and "Tibet", but I'd only typed in the "ga" of "gazetteer" when Vincent
interrupted me to ask a question. When I looked back at the computer
screen, a drop-down box had appeared in the google search bar that showed
all the terms that Vincent had searched for recently that started with
"ga". My eyes flew open wide when I saw "gay", "gay porn", "gay pics",
"gay sex", and several other similar terms.
"What the fuck?" I muttered, as I stared at the screen.
Vincent looked over at me.
"What's wrong?" he asked. He couldn't see the screen from where he was.
"You tell me," I said, looking at him curiously. "What's up with this?"
Vincent came over and and looked down at the computer screen. Suddenly,
his face bloomed bright red, and he looked more embarrassed than I'd ever
seen him look...
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