Date: Wed, 1 Feb 2012 11:35:21 -0800 (PST)
From: chicken little <boimcrazy@bellsouth.net>
Subject: End of Summer Chapter 3

The story you are about to read is fictitious involving sex between young
boys. In no way is it intended to promote or endorse sexual encounters
between adults and underage boys. If this is not your preferred genre or if
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End Of Summer
Chapter 3
Scared


	"Now, if I can just make it home without becoming gator bait" Was
the thought running through my head. I had never cut, skipped, ditched, or
been late and was only out sick once when I was seven, and that was because
I had the measles. Now my dumbass was slowly walking away from the relative
safety of the school.

	As the school disappeared from sight, I began to wonder if I was a
willing participant in this or had I been forced.  Bobby hadn't really
given me many options to choose from back in the locker room. People went
missing everyday in Broward county, Most of them children. Some had been
raped and murdered, others sold into prostitution, and some just
disappeared. I always wondered about the ones that just disappeared. Where
were they? What had happened to them, were they alive or dead? If they were
dead what happened to their body? If they were alive what was happening to
them? Florida was full of strange and weird individuals. Some that would
just love to get their hands on a kid like me. All these thoughts had been
running through my head since we'd been in the locker room.

	Now I was scared and wanted to go back to the school.I asked Bobby
if we could go back so we wouldn't be caught.I said, "if we run, we can
make it back while classes are changing and nobody has to know were gone."
Bobby, never even looked at me When He said, "Don't even think about
it. We're not going back." "but bobby, if we go back now we won't get
caught." Bobby's voice deepend and took on a serious tone. "Allen, Allen,
Allen. This is not open for discussion we're not going back. So can we
please change the subject?" I sighed and continued down the road as I was
told.

	Bobby wanted to change the subject So I decided to ask him a
question. "Bobby, Have you ever killed anyone?" "Nope."  "Have you ever
wanted to?" "Yup." "Who?" "You." "Me?!?" "Yep." "Why me What did I do?"
Bobby looked down at me and said, "Man, What's up with all the questions?"
"Nothing" I Said. "just wondering that's all." Bobby replied with, "Ok
then, Now it's my turn" "Oh shit!" He'd been grilling me all day with
questions. My only problem was most everyone had pertained to my ass,
penis, nut sack, or other parts of what I like to call my erogenous
zones. I said, "Ok you get one question. Better make it a good one." Bobby
seemed as though he was at a loss for words when He asked, "Why do you let
people treat you so bad?"  Wow, A question about something other than my
body parts. I wasn't sure how I was going to get out of answering this one?
Therefore, I answered a question with a question, "What do you mean? People
don't treat me bad." His voice had become calm and reassuring when he said
"Allen... I was there in the locker room When that Kid shoved you into your
locker and said all that stuff. Explain it to me."

	"It's a long story" I told him. As we walked, I began telling him
about my parents and how they forced us to live by the principle of "turn
the other cheek". Their philosophy was you can make a choice and the right
choice was to walk away. The wrong choice would mean punishment from
them. I explained to Bobby that I was more afraid of my Mom and Dad than I
was of the constant harassment. He had already met Step, so I told him
about Lou and Izzy also. Bobby said, "Damn man, it sucks to be you." He had
no idea how right he was.

	It was a hot day that day.The temperature must have been in the
high 90's and the humidity had to be 100%. The sweat was pouring off us
both and I was about to die from thirst. It took us a little over an hour
to walk the 4 miles from the school to my neighborhood. When we got to the
intersection of Sunset and 64th Bobby pointed down the road to the Del -
Mar Apartment complex and said, "those are our apartments; we live in
K-3". I said, "that's cool as hell, I live about two blocks from here".

	School still had close to 15 minutes before they got out and
another 15 before the bus would come. Bobby motioned for me to follow him
as he started down the street he lived on. I couldn't go home yet, it was
too early. So Again I did exactly as I was told and followed him. When we
got to his Apt. Bobby unlocked his front door and invited me in. The
coolness from inside slammed into me like a "bitch in heat" and we both
drew in a sigh of relief as we got out of the hot Florida sun.

	Bobby asked if I wanted something to drink as he was headed for the
kitchen. While he walked, he was peeling of pieces of his clothing first
his shoes, socks, and then his shirt. When he started to peel off his shirt
I started to clap and yell, "take it all off!" as Bobby rounded the corner
into the kitchen he disappeared from my site. I saw his shirt come flying
out landing on the dining room table. So I whistled, as sexy as I possibly
could. A second later bobby's hand comes from around the kitchen wall to
shoot me a bird. I could hear bobby getting some bottles from the
fridge. He came back out into the living room with two Mt. Dews and handed
me mine. When I turned my head to take the drink, Bobby was standing there
in nothing more than a pair of baggy briefs. My nose was about two inches
from bobby's package and I could smell the musky odor that was emanating
from between his legs.

	Bobby turned on the TV and then plopped himself down in a
chair. When he sat, he hung his leg over the side causing a gap between his
leg and the material of his underwear. I was across the small room on the
couch and the angle I was sitting at gave me an excellent view of bobby's
balls and penis. Bobby was entranced by the TV and I don't think he even
realized he was exposing himself. Nevertheless, I did.I stared at bobby's
privates wanting to get a better look or even touch it. I don't think Bobby
noticed I was checking him out or if he did, he must not have
cared. Because he sat like that until the show was over. He got up to use
the bathroom and When he left the room I quickly reached down and rubbed
myself causing my already hard dick to become even harder. I could hear the
sound of bobby peeing and wondered what it would be like to hold him while
he peed.

	"What's wrong with me" I wondered? "Why am I so amazed by this
kid?" "Why do I feel like this?" "I'm not gay, am I?" "I like girls!" "Then
why is my dick so hard?" As if answering my own questions I rationalized,
"I'm 13, and my dick is always hard". "Whew" now I felt better knowing it
wasn't Bobby giving me a boner. Rather it was my hormones causing my
continuous erections.

	I could hear the sound of Bobby's piss stream starting to slow and
I was beginning to lose my erection. Bobby came back down the hall still
dressed in only his underwear. As soon as the light from the kitchen
illuminated his body, I could clearly see the outline of his cock through
his briefs, which of course returned my dick to a completely rigid state.
I was still sitting on the couch when Bobby plopped himself back down into
the chair. Unfortunately, he didn't throw his leg over the arm this time
and the way he was sitting totally obscured my line of site with his
privates.

	We were sitting silently, watching an old rerun of Bewitched When
Without warning; the front door opened and in came a beautiful woman. Bobby
jumped up and said "Hi mom". He went over hugged, and kissed her Then said,
"This is Allen" I had jumped up when Bobby did so was standing practically
in front of her. Bobby's Mom was fucking hot! She was tall; her legs were
long and as smooth as bobby's. Her hair was black and long. Her Tits were
perfect. Her skirt was short and her blouse was loose and low cut. She bent
over ever so slightly to set her groceries on a chair next to the door, it
wasn't much, but it was enough for me to get a good view of her whole right
tit. Bobby caught me checking out his mom. He reached over and covered my
eyes like a mother shielding her boy from a sex scene in a movie. It was a
little embarrassing getting caught like that. However, there was no
question, Bobby's Mom was hot, and he looked just like her.

	Bobby told his mom we had met in homeroom and are schedules were
the same. Then he continued with, "We have talked all day and since we're
already best friends we'll probably study together; a lot! Aint that right
Allen?" Before I could answer Bobby's mom broke in saying, "Well Allen,
it's nice to meet you. My name is Doreen, it sounds like we'll be seeing
quite a bit of you then". Bobby just busted out laughing at what his mom
had just said. I could feel my face turning red so I quickly said "Uum, Yes
mam I guess so." I wished Bobby would shut up before his mom figured out
why he was laughing. His Mom saved me from any further embarrassment when
she asked if I'd like to stay and have supper with them. I said. "Thank you
mam, but No. My mother has very strict rules about us eating and sleeping
at home on school nights." "Well, maybe this weekend then?" she
said. "Sounds great; I'll ask my mom tonight."

	I looked at bobby and said, "I really have to go." "Ok, I'll walk
you out." Bobby walked with me out to the street and asked if I wanted him
to walk me home. I really did but told him "no". I was already late, my
mother and brothers would be home, I was sure the school had called and
told her I cut my last two classes of the day and on top of all that, I was
going to be about thirty minutes late getting home. I figured I had already
been humiliated enough in front of bobby for one day.I told Bobby I'd see
him in school tomorrow then started to walk home.

	I had made it about ten yards. When I heard, Bobby yell, "HEY
ALLEN, GIVE ME YOUR NUMBER". I turned around and was walking backwards when
I hollered, "ARE YOU READY?" "YEAH" he said, "I'LL REMEMBER WHAT IT IS?"
"742-6670" I turned back around and was forward bound again. I had taken no
more than two steps when I heard "4251" I kept walking but couldn't hold
back the smile as I put my hand up where I knew he could see it and held up
4 fingers, then 2, 5, and 1. I heard him say "CALL ME!" I didn't respond I
just kept walking. I walked about 20 more yards then looked back over my
shoulder. I could see Bobby just standing there watching me walk away. Now
I had a grin on my face as big as a mule eating briars. "I've made a
friend." I thought. Sure, he was a little strange, but for some reason I
liked him. It felt so wrong but, I couldn't help it he was all I could
think about.



To be continued...



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