Date: Sat, 12 Mar 2011 11:32:04 +0000
From: Jake Toulouse-Lisle <elliotstory_nifty@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Elliot's Story - Chapter Two

So... to begin with the mandatory disclaimers and warnings that I know most
of you won't read, but here goes.

This story is a work of fiction. All the events described hereafter are
merely figments of my imagination, and perhaps some from my past. The
characters in this story are also fictional (apart, of course, from the
narrator (me, albeit a younger me)), and any resemblance to persons living
or dead remains purely coincidental.

The story also features sexually explicit scenes between consenting minors,
so if you are offended by such scenes, or if it is illegal to read this
where you live, then please look away now, and don't look back *insert
scary face* No, but seriously... leave.

This story is my own work, and is not to be posted anywhere else (on the
internet, or otherwise) without my consent... *evils*

So, to commence with the reason you are actually here – the story! I
hope to see you at the other side and hope that you will continue to read
this series as it continues to progress (and it will – I promise weekly
updates, so be back!).

Thanks, Jake.


Elliot had an assembly after lunch, and then a maths lesson in the
afternoon, both of which passed quickly and, for the most part, without
trouble. That's to say that Liam, who he saw in the assembly, did ask about
why he had to run off so quickly during lunch, but Elliot brushed the
questions off by saying that he needed to go to the toilet,
desperately. (Which, let's face it, wasn't altogether wrong.)

	The sound of the end-of-school bell, however painful, felt like
music to his ears. Elliot grabbed up his books from his desk, shoved them
in his bag and, with the teacher reminding the class of their algebra
homework due next lesson with harsh consequences for failing to complete
it, he headed out of the door and into the bustling school hallway. If
there was one time when Elliot wished he wasn't quite so small, it was
during the rush as all of the one and a half thousand pupils in his school
flooded to the exits. However, today he managed to escape through the doors
without so much as a shove.

	Safely on the outside of the Math block, Elliot started to walk
down the driveway that led out of the school. Being mid winter now, the
weather was very cold, and Elliot had to stop for a moment to pull out his
coat and scarf and dress himself appropriately for the conditions. Bending
down to pull the clothing out of his bag, however, he was approached from
behind and startled by his friend Scotty, who poked him in the back making
him jump nearly a foot in the air.

	Elliot shot Scotty a warning glance narrowing his eyes,
pouting. Scotty knew how much Elliot hated being startled like that.

	"Hey, cool it, L." Scott said, palms out in a gesture of surrender
and his typical white smile splitting his face in two.

	Elliot couldn't stay mad when his friend looked at him with that
grin. He knew it and immediately gave up his pretence, dropping the
attempted evil stare and returning the smile.

	"Sorry, Scotty," Elliot began. "I'm just on edge a bit. Anyway, how
was your day? Sorry I didn't speak much in the library."

	The pair trundled off down the driveway and out of school, both
relaying the events of their day and complaining about the dim-witted,
unintelligent bullies that passed for students in their classes. It was a
Friday and so it as the last day of school for the week and the weekend
awaited them. Both the boys were glad about that, but there was also
something else they were glad about.

	It was the weekend of Scotty's parents' anniversary, and as such
they had booked a romantic weekend away for just the two of them, leaving
Scotty parentless for the weekend. Which, of course, is illegal, so Scotty
was to stay at Elliot's house for the whole weekend!

	This wouldn't be the first time that the pair had slept over at
each other's house, naturally. Since Elliot began at Mailview Secondary
School, just over four months ago, Scotty and him had hit it off and become
instant friends. As they started to know each other and spend more time
with each other in and out of school, they noticed that not only did they
share some hobbies and interests, but they also lived just five minutes
away from each other. It was a wonder that they had never met each other
before Elliot joined secondary school.

	As they walked the winding streets home, Elliot and Scotty
discussed what they would spend the weekend doing. Needless to say, the
list consisted of the usual pizza eating, film watching and video game
playing. A typical teenage sleepover. See, Elliot could be a pretty average
kid at times, if only the children at school let him.

	"So, what films have you got for us?" Scott asked as they entered
the front door of the house to greetings from Elliot's mum.

	"I have that new horror one, oh and this action one with Sylvester
Stallone in, too." Answered Elliot.

	Once they were inside and they'd kicked off their shoes, Elliot and
Scotty ran upstairs to the moderately sized bedroom which Elliot occupied
all to himself. They had decided that they would finish off any of their
remaining homework first, before playing games and watching films since
that way they would have the remainder of the weekend to enjoy themselves.

	It was four o'clock when they had arrived home and by five they had
both completed all of their assignments. Elliot's mother had called up to
them to tell them that dinner was going to be on the table at six, so that
left them an hour to kill. They began by playing some video games.

	"Aw man!" Complained Scotty, after Elliot netted a third goal
against him on FIFA, taking the aggregate score to 5 games to nil.

	"Oh yeah!" Elliot show-boated, doing a little dance that in any
other circumstances would be totally embarrassing, but in this case just
aggravated Scotty.

	"Right, that's it," began Scotty. "I'm gonna teach you!"

	Dropping their controllers the two friends jumped at each other,
instantly becoming intertwined in a mess of arms and legs. The pair was
almost entirely unidentifiable as two human boys - they just looked like a
four-legged, four- armed alien. The only difference that could be seen was
Elliot's blonde mop and Scott's brown; and even then their hairstyles were
very similar.

	They had begun their playful scramble on the bed, but the action
had since led them to the floor where they both continued trying to pin the
other, arms touching all over looking for a hold, groins innocently
bumping. Scotty being a year older than Elliot, and consequently having a
stronger, more solid build, was able to overpower his friend and had him in
a secure pin on the floor. Knees and lower legs held down Elliot's thighs
and his hands held Elliot's wrists out at the side.

	"Haha! I told you I would get you!"

	"Nuh," struggled Elliot. "That ain't fair! I weren't even ready for
that. I'll have you next time!"

	At that point, Scotty released Elliot from his mercy, but not
before giving him a playful ruffle of his golden, wavy hair. Elliot brushed
Scott's hand away, pretending that he was in a mood; when, as with earlier
on the school driveway, he knew he couldn't truly be mad at his friend. He
gave up and merely returned the ruffling of hair and headed out of the room
as it was now time to eat.

	As it turned out, both boys were ravenous. Well, it turns out that
most boys are ravenous, and that most boys would eat anything put in front
of them, to an extent; but in this case, Elliot and Scott quickly devoured
the meal which Lisa, Elliot's mum, had put in front of them. Their hunger
was surely helped by the fact that they had just burnt off a load of
calories in their WWE re- enactment upstairs.

	Once the boys placed their dishes in the dishwasher they both were
eager to return to the bedroom because they wanted a rematch on FIFA,
however Lisa wouldn't let them return just yet, knowing all too well that
they would only end up messing about and then would get indigestion. No;
they were to stay downstairs and let their dinner settle before playing any
more games.

	In the living room with the whole family (Elliot, his mum, his dad
and his younger brother, Lewis, not to mention Scott), the conversation
turned to school, and what they had learnt today. It was the usual
conversation for the family, but like normal it fizzled out into nothing
after just a few one-word responses from the boys. And so, after a while,
probably out of boredom, Lisa reluctantly let the boys return to the
bedroom early to continue their war.

	Once in the bedroom the boys decided it would be best, after all,
if they just watched a film. So they first settled for the action film,
feeling that if they left the horror film until later at night, it would
have more of an effect. They settled on the double bed which Elliot owned,
on top of the duvet, but still laid back against the pillows,
relaxed. Although their legs were slightly touching, they thought nothing
of it. They were simply two friends enjoying the film.

	Before the end of the film Elliot's mum and dad came upstairs,
knocked on the door and told them that they were going to bed and to not
stay up too late.

	"Okay mum." Elliot answered.

	The film ended about half an hour after the parents came up to go
to bed.  Looking at his clock, Elliot saw that the time was nearly ten
o'clock.

	"Should we put on the horror film now?" asked Elliot.

	Scotty didn't immediately answer, and when Elliot turned to him, he
could see a worried look on his face.

	"What's up Scotty?"

	Scott stumbled at first, not sure how to say what he wanted to
say. "It's nothing, don't worry about it."

	Elliot couldn't take this as an answer, and knew there was
something up which Scotty wasn't telling him. "Hey, Scotty. You can tell
me. What's on your mind?"

	"Well, it's nothing really, it really is." Scotty continued. "You
see, at school today, at lunch, when you left suddenly..."

	Elliot's heart rose to his mouth. Did Scotty suspect him? How could
he know about that? Already a million thoughts rose to his head and a
million excuses to follow. His cheeks reddened, though, and he knew that
Scott had noticed.

	"You had a boner, didn't you? About what Liam was telling us, about
Tom and then with what I said about Harry," Scotty finished.

	At first Elliot didn't respond, and that was enough of a silence
for Scotty to know that he was right. Elliot felt like he could die right
there and then – he was always really shy around nudity and around
issues to do with sex. However, when he turned to look at Scotty, after
initially turning away to hide his embarrassment, he saw not an angry look
or one of disgust, but a smile. The same dazzling smile which could pierce
through Elliot's attempts at directing anger at Scotty was now comforting
him, reassuring him.

	"Well, yeah," Elliot began. "But kids get boners all the time; it
means nothing, right?" This question was more in an attempt to convince
himself of this fact than to ask Scotty.

	"Of course they do, but not every kid goes and has a wank in the
toilets."

	This, again, took Elliot by surprise. He couldn't have known about
that, could he?

	"Wha'!?" Elliot exclaimed, in a defensive manner.

	Still smiling, Scotty replied, "It's okay, L. Not every kid does
it, but I did.  When I was in your year, I went into the toilets and had
to... you know. I think the thought of it is actually pretty hot."

	Well, that certainly put Elliot's mind at rest. Although he was not
completely over his embarrassment, he was at least somewhat cooler about it
now, knowing that his friend has done the same thing when he was his
age. But now, after the embarrassment was beginning to subside, he had the
trouble of having to deal with the stirrings in his groin which had begun
when the conversation had started to turn from the film to boners and
masturbation.

	Elliot was unable to ask any of the million questions which were
whirling around his brain in search of an answer, because, continuing his
interrogation, Scotty started again, saying, "Do you have one now?"

	Not sure at first what he meant, Elliot had to think for a second
before responding. "Oh, erm... Well, yeah. Do you?"

	Some of the reticence with which Elliot had begun the conversation
was beginning to dissipate. Answering Scott's questions more freely, he
began to feel more excited at the prospect of where this conversation might
lead them. He had been masturbating now for several months, and most of the
images that played through his mind involved boys. True, over the past few
months almost all of the images that ran through his mind when he pleasured
himself were of the friend sitting right next to him on his bed, of the
friend whose leg he became increasingly aware of touching his own, of the
friend that he was now having a discussion about boners and wanking with.

	"Why don't you check for yourself?" Scotty asked.

	Elliot looked into Scott's eyes as he finished that question. The
beaming blue eyes managed to shine through the darkness with a look that
said `go ahead, I won't stop you'.

	So, tentatively at first, Elliot started to move his hand across
his body to where he imagined the crotch of his friend to be. Still gazing
into his friends happy, youthful eyes, his hand rested on the material of
Scotty's trousers, but on the thigh. The warmth radiated through the cotton
and excited the nerves on Elliot's hand as he worked his way up the few
inches to the package he had been checking for.

	And sure enough the hardness underneath the fly of Scotty's school
trousers confirmed that he did, in fact, have a boner. It felt harder than
Elliot imagined possible, harder than his felt for sure. He enjoyed the
feeling of the stiffness inside the trousers but yearned for more, however,
he only groped a quick feel before removing his hand and smiling into the
face of his friend.

	"Sure feels like it." Elliot whispered, in the silence of the
bedroom. The tension was building.

	"Can I touch yours?" asked Scotty.

	Elliot nodded somewhat tentatively, and, through the darkness,
Scotty could see this response and let his hand find the equally stiff, if
not smaller, parcel awaiting his eager touch. The response in Elliot was
magnificent. Feelings like he had never experienced before shot through his
entire middle and set him to light.  Ignited his bones, ignited a hidden
desire that would never lay dormant again. He knew, from that first touch,
that he was hooked.

	The small gasp that Elliot let out upon Scotty's hand touching his
boyhood served only as an incentive for further adventure. Scott's hand
began to rub gently over the protruding mound in his friend's trousers and
every audible response was a reward to him. Elliot didn't need any
encouragement to replace his hand on Scott's groin and he, too, began to
rub softly over the stiffness.

	The rubbing continued, both getting more and more into the feelings
that coursed through their bodies, and both also losing their
inhibitions. When Elliot felt the hand slowly reach for the zip in his
trouser fly, he didn't jump, or resist in the slightest, in fact he reach
down himself to undo them for Scott, and then he reached over and unzipped
Scotty's trousers too. Next, the buttons were slowly unclasped, and bottoms
rose so's that the trousers could be lowered to their ankles, leaving both
boys with just their underwear between his friend's hand and their
erection.

	Underwear was quickly lowered and left in an unceremonious heap at
their ankles with their school trousers. Now both boys took a moment to
carefully look over the other boy's tool. Elliot's eyes were somewhat in
awe at seeing a small bush of pubic hairs at the root of an uncircumcised
dick nearing five inches. It was not so much the size of Scott's dick as
the site of the smattering of brown hairs which intrigued Elliot. He longed
that one day, he would also have hairs at the base of his dick, but he knew
he would have to wait yet.

	Scotty also lay staring at the newly unpackaged prize which sat
before him.  He thought of Elliot's slender erection as a piece of beauty,
and was glad that he had no hair on it yet, as it made his dick look
cleaner, more innocent. The tight nut sack which was drawn up close to the
body also pleased Scott, he knew that his friend would be unable to cum
yet, which, for him, made the experience even more enjoyable.

	After the ritual of the visual feast, the visual inspection of
their friend's most secret flesh, the true touch-fest could begin. Still
with a bit of tension, Elliot reached out to Scotty's erection and took it
in his hand. The only way he could describe it would be as though it was a
little iron pole covered in silk. The hardness felt perfect in his hand,
and, indeed, it seemed almost a more perfect fit in the grasp of his
fingers than his own dick.

	Scott had taken hold of Elliot's erection too, by this point, and
had begun the smooth, gentle movements that would inevitably lead to his
friend's climax.  Working in unison, the two boys found their rhythm and
began, slowly, to increase their speed without having to ask the
other. Their connection went beyond the physical and they felt truly
connected on even a mental or psychic level.

	Little gasps and moans from Elliot's mouth warned Scott that he was
doing a good job and that it wouldn't be long now before the orgasm
arrived. Pumping his hips upwards into his friend's hand, whilst, with his
own hand, working Scott's now swelling dick, Elliot knew, himself, that
this was it. A final thrust. A perhaps too audible moan. He was finished,
shaking involuntarily as his dry cum subsided.

	Seeing his friend reach his climax led Scott to rapidly increase
the pace of his own thrusting into Elliot's now almost immobile
hand. Although Elliot may have stopped wanking Scotty, whilst he was
recovering from experiencing his own orgasm, the twelve year-old was soon
in the final straight of his own feelings.

	With a final thrust and a muttering of, "O-o-oh, god! I'm
cu-u-u-ming," Scotty let a rope of his watery boy cum flee from his rigid
boy pole, followed by a few more dribbles which merely pooled into Elliot's
hand.

	The boys were silent for almost 10 minutes, and probably fell
asleep in the meantime, as they recovered from their experiences. Finally,
due to a combination of deflating penises and a need to clean up, Elliot
removed his hand from the grip it held on his friend's penis and stood up,
quickly readjusting his clothes before leaving the room for the
bathroom. He ran the sink and stared at himself in the mirror. His usually
pale face was somewhat flushed and his messy blonde hair was ruffled and
even more chaotic because of how much `fidgeting' he had been doing in the
bed. He noticed a subtle glaze over his eyes, his grey- ish, blue eyes.

	Still staring at himself in the mirror, Elliot began to wash his
hands of his friend's cum. He surprised even himself at not being more
shocked when his friend had ejaculated coating his fingers in his watery
sperm. He watched it run down the sink, down the plug hole, before turning
off the tap, wiping his eyes and then leaving the bathroom to return to the
bedroom.


Thanks again for reading, and like always, I'd be very happy to hear your
comments, feedback, suggestions or whatever you have to say. Next chapter
coming soon (probably on Wednesday, all being well).