Date: Fri, 3 Jun 2011 21:01:18 -0700
From: Ian Bridge <about.a.boy@hotmail.com>
Subject: Naked In The Night Part 2
Readers Warning; The following is a work of fiction, though inspired by
actual events. The Story contains elements of sexual play between young
boys, aged 12 - 13. If the subject matter offends you, or in not to your
taste, or if you are a minor and under the legal age, then you should read
no further.
Story written and posted by
This Boy's Life
Part One Recap: Conner ( Age 13) and his brother, had nearly run over a
boy, Dakota (Age 12) who was running naked through the streets in the
darkness of night. With nothing else to do, they took him home, where
Conner befriended him.
Naked In The Night
Part Two / Secrets Revealed
When Conner and his brother Daniel returned home from dropping Dakota
off at his house, Conner spent the next few hours doing chores around the
house for his mom. Such is the life of a thirteen year old; shackled into
forced labor by one's parents. The dastardly curse of mowing the lawn,
taking out the garbage, and cleaning one's room. Well, the truth was, he
didn't mind doing it actually. Still, a kid is pretty much obligated to
sigh, and roll his eyes in complaint, when assigned such chores.
He had always kept his room fairly clean anyway, so running a quick
vacuum over the carpet, and cleaning his bathroom (Ugh) pretty much took
care of that. It didn't take too long to finish, and with that out of the
way he put on his socks and Nike's, scooped up a soccer ball and headed off
to the park a few blocks down.
Conner loved soccer, and when his Premier Team wasn't playing, he would
get together with his friends and have a kick around at the school, or the
park whenever he could. There was over a half dozen other boys already
booting the ball around when he got there. He knew all of them from school
or other neighborhood kids; and as soon as he stepped onto the grass, one
of them passed him a ball.
There was a permanent net set up at one end of the field, and the boys
were taking corner kicks, and shooting on the lone goalie. A ball was
crossed in from the left corner, and Conner ran in, timed his leap, and
sent a sweet header into the upper 'V'.
"Nice..." One of his friends complimented. "You must of had your eyes
closed." Conner smiled sarcastically at the other boy.
"Only when I look at your ugly puss..." He chided back in good natured
ribbing. The boys continued shooting for another fifteen minutes or so,
until they were all warmed up; and then they split into two teams so they
could play a little four on five.
One of the boys had brought some small orange cones, and with those, and
the use of several of their tee shirts, they laid out the boundaries and
goals. Two of the other boys were on Conner's Premier Team, so those three
and another boy set up as one team, and the other five boys made up the
other side.
They played a vigorous game, and with the boundless energy of youth,
their quick pace seemed to go on tirelessly. With Conner's athletic
ability, he was a natural leader; and he communicated well with his
teammates.
"Through ball..." he called as he broke past one of the others. He was
met with a nice pass, which he dropped back to his other friend; who in
turn, tucked it into the goal.
"Nice feed David." Conner offered, always quick to compliment his
teammates.
"Thanks mate." David replied, and they slapped hands as they walked past
each other.
The other side kicked off again. David slowed the play, and channeled
his man to the side line. Running out of room the other boy tried to pass
it back, but Conner read it, and with his speed he raced it down and took
it off the other boy's foot. He turned up field, carried it a bit, and
then dished off to Mark, (the other boy from his team). Mark was
challenged by a defender, but he pulled the ball back with his left foot,
then pushed it past the defender.
"With you, with you..." Conner called, letting his teammate know he was
running with him, and available as an outlet. Mark squared the ball to him
and broke past another boy. Conner one touched the return ball, a perfect
lead; which Mark ran onto. He took it out a bit toward the wing, spotted
Conner breaking toward the middle, and he crossed the ball in. Conner
trapped the high ball with his bare chest, and as the ball dropped, he
twisted and took a half volley that burned in for another goal.
"Nice one..." Mark said.
"Thanks." Conner nodded. "Good cross too."
The game went on for an over an hour. With the fast pace, most of the
boys were covered in sweat. Conner's team had been 'skins', and his trim,
naked torso glistened with the sheen perspiration. Drops of it rolled down
his tanned chest and soaked into his Nike shorts.
"Ok, next goal wins..." One of the boys on the other team called out.
Convenient, since Conner's team was surely three or four goals up by then;
but no one argued the point. The other team kicked off, but quickly lost
the ball, and the 'skins' took off on the offensive.
Some quick give and go passing took them in front of the other goal.
Conner had an open shot, but unselfishly dished it to the other boy, who
cranked a shot. The ball slammed into the leg of a defender, and
ricocheted back right into Conner's groin.
"Uhhh...." he folded and went down on the grass. Both hands clutching
at the inevitable pain of a shot to the nads... The game stopped, as
Conner rolled onto his back, his knees drawn up with his hands cupping his
now aching nuts.
The rest of the boys looked at each other; some grinning, some laughing,
but all of them wincing inside. One thing all boys have in common; the
unpleasant death grip of pain from a nut shot.
"Dude, you okay?" David asked, kneeling down alongside him.
"Ohhh... Shit..." Conner groaned from behind closed eyes.
"Sorry. Man I'm really sorry." the boy who took the shot said.
"Na, don't be." David said, laughing. "I'm surprised you could hit such
a small target anyway." He laughed, and Conner turned his head to look at
him.
"It's still bigger than yours..." he groaned. A sure sign that he was
going to live. The game was done. The boys began to filter off. Conner
lowered his feet to the grass, his knees still bent, and as he tucked his
hand down into his shorts he opened and closed his knees to get his
circulation going. "Shit, I hate when that happens...." he muttered. His
buddies only laughed.
Finally he got up and walked with David to the side of the field. The
boys grabbed up their tee shirts, and wiping the sweat from their faces
they began to walk toward the street. Conner scooped up his soccer ball;
gave his tender nuts one last adjustment, and they started for their homes.
"You doing anything later?" David asked.
"Ah, not that I know of. Give me a call later if you want." Conner told
him.
"Ok... And Conner?" David said.
"Ya?"
"Try not to rub your nuts too much. Someone might think your playing
with yourself." He laughed, as Conner flipped him the bird. They split
then, as David turned up onto his street. Conner continued on, living
another half block up the road.
When he got home, he slipped his shoes off in the entryway and called
out to let his mom know he was back. He walked up the stairs and into his
bedroom, where he closed the door behind him.
Conner pulled his socks off, then slipped out of his Nike shorts. He
bent over some, to examine his nuts, half expecting them to be bruised. He
moved into his bathroom, and turning on the shower, he stepped into the
cool refreshing water. He let the water stream through his blond hair, and
wash over his face. As it rinsed down his body, the coolness felt nice as
it channeled to his groin, soothing his still tender nut sac.
The boy stood in the stream for several minutes, before finally grabbing
his body wash, and began lathering himself up. His own body always felt
nice to him somehow, as he slid his soapy hands across his firm flat belly
and up his chest. He thoroughly washed himself down, becoming slightly
erect as he did so.
Feeling aroused, Conner began sliding his soapy hand back over his
rounded butt cheeks, and then slipping his fingers into the warm crevice of
his ass crack, he gently massaged himself; letting his fingertips trail
over his young pink boy opening. He closed his eyes at the erotic feeling
of it.
With his left hand, he took his partially hardened penis into his
fingertips, and squeezed it, ever so softly. He really wanted to jack
himself off, but, decided he should 'let the boys rest' after what had
happened earlier. He slid his young foreskin on and off his glans a few
times, rubbing his soapy fingertip over the plumb red mushroom of his cap;
he knew he had better stop, or he would quickly take himself beyond the
point of no return.
With much restraint, he let his boyhood slip out of his hand, but he
continued to finger his own anus for a moment. Teasing his tight grommet
with a soapy fingertip, wondering what it would be like to have something
up in there. Conner had been curious about it for quite some time as the
idea appealed to him somehow. He had inserted just his fingertip several
times before while masturbating, and it had always given him an extra,
erotic pleasure.
Since he wasn't going to jack off now, his curiosity peaked. Bending
over a bit, with his knee hitched out slightly to the side, he rubbed at
his opening, teasingly. Then, with eyes closed, he inserted his fingertip
and wiggled it slightly. So erotic to him. He pushed himself further; the
warm pink meat around his orifice seemed to suckle at his finger. Past the
first knuckle, then slowly on to the second. He rested there, as his pink
pucker clenched around his lubricated digit.
Slowly he began to withdraw his finger. It felt awesome, so incredibly
odd to him. He pushed inward again, then out. He knew without a doubt
that he had to stop. He was getting turned on by it, and if he didn't stop
right then, he would have to jerk off. Slowly he let his finger slip out
of him; and for a few moments he allowed himself to massage his opening
with his fingertip. Certainly, most certainly he would explore this again.
Conner finished his shower, dried, and was getting dressed when he heard
his mother calling up to him; and he went to open his door.
"Were you calling me mom?" he hollered out.
"Well, kind of. Your friend Dakota called on the phone. He'd like you
to call him back." his mother told him.
"Oh. Oh sure. Thanks mom." Conner answered. He found himself feeling
happy that Dakota had called. It had been such a weird experience, when
they had almost run the boy down with his brother's car the night before.
And certainly weird that the kid was running around naked in the night like
that. Conner really wanted to know what that was all about. And, the more
he had been thinking about it, the more he liked the kid. Sure, they had
only been acquaintances at school, and he was a year younger, being twelve.
But still, there was something about Dakota that intrigued him; he felt
connected to.
Conner turned his cell phone on, and grabbed the piece of paper that he
had written Dakota's phone number on. He sat in one of the chairs in his
room, hanging his bare feet over the arm of it, and dialed the number. It
rang several times.
"Hello."
"Oh, hi. Hey, this is Conner, my mom said that you called, ya?"
"Ya, hi. Look, um, thanks again for yesterday, that was really cool
you know." Dakota offered.
"Sure, ya. But dude, you already thanked me like three times man.
It's okay, really."
"Okay... Well, I just wanted you to know, `cause it meant a lot to me.
So, anyway, I still have the clothes you borrowed me. I'll get them back
to you whenever you want."
"Ya, no rush." Conner answered. "So... Anyway, I was thinking, like,
maybe we could hang out sometime. You know, kick a ball around a little,
or, go a movie or something. I mean, if you wanted to."
"Really? Ya that'd be cool. So, when ya want to get together? Kota
asked eagerly.
"I don't know... Tomorrow's good, if you're not doing anything." Conner
offered.
"Ya, I never have much going on, so, ya that works with me."
"Cool. Ok, well, I'll call you in the morning. Around ten I guess,
ok?" The boys agreed that would work. They talked together for a few more
minutes before hanging up, and Conner was happy that they were going to
hang out. He had quite a few friends, but Dakota was interesting to him;
different somehow. He might have been surprised to know that Dakota was
feeling much the same way. And though the other boy didn't have too many
friends, he liked Conner; in more ways than one.
The next morning just after ten as promised, Conner gave Dakota a call.
The boys decided they would ride their bikes, and meet each other about
halfway, in the church parking lot. Around ten thirty, that's where they
met.
"Hey..." Conner nodded as he stopped alongside Dakota.
"Hi Conner." Kota answered with a smile. "Hey I brought back the
clothes and flip flops that I borrowed." He indicated the small backpack,
slung over his shoulder.
"Oh, that's cool. Let's swing back by my house and we can dump it
there. Then we can go mess around for awhile, before we go to the movie."
The boys swung their bikes around and headed back to Conner's.
When they got there, they dumped the backpack in Conner's room, and then
decided they would go down to the grass field and kick a ball around for a
little while. Conner grabbed up his 'futball' and the boys headed down the
block.
"So, do you play much soccer?" Conner asked as they walked.
"Ya, some. I'm on one of the club teams; The Thunder. That's like a
year below your age group. I tried out for the premier team and made the
last cut... But..."
"Oh, that's cool. Ya, I know The Thunder, that's still a pretty good
team." Conner said.
"Ya, we're alright. I know you're on the under 14 Premier team huh!?"
Kota asked.
"Yep. State Champions last year." Conner said proudly.
"I know, you guys and the U-15 Premier team are both awesome. I've seen
you guys play a couple of times." Kota said. The boys continued to chat as
they walked to the park. When they got there, they passed the ball back
and forth. Dakota was impressed with Conner's skills. He was a fine
player, with well practiced ball skills.
They tried stripping the ball from each other, and Kota was pretty good,
but no match for Conner, as they traded moves. "Here, let me teach you a
move." Conner offered. He dribbled directly at Dakota, then stepped over
the ball shielding it, as he quickly did a full body turn dragging his
trailing foot on the ball and pulling it past the other boy.
"Whoa, that's a cool move." Kota beamed, unable to stop him. "Do it
again." Conner did the same move, slowly this time, explaining how to do
it. Then he had Kota walk through it several times.
It didn't take long for the other boy to catch onto the basics of the
move, and he was starting to get it. He grinned at Conner, as each time it
became more comfortable to do the technique.
"That's it." Conner complimented. "Its a tough move to stop, because
you totally use your body to screen the other guy. One on one it's a sure
fire move. Keep practicing, till it's second nature."
"Cool, thanks man. If you can teach me stuff like that, I bet I can
make the Premier team next year!" Dakota beamed.
"Ya you can. I can show you some other stuff too. You can come and
scrimmage with me and the guys whenever you want. It's fun, and keeps your
skills sharp."
"Thanks dude. I will." he answered. The boys continued playing for
another half hour, and then decided to head back to Conner's house, and
then head to the movie at the mall.
When they got home, they washed up a bit, then Conner asked his mom if
she could drop them off at the mall. At first she told him to have his
brother take them, (part of the deal for buying him a car) but Conner told
her that he had promised Daniel he wouldn't bug him about a ride this
weekend; she relented finally, shaking her head, and eventually drove them
to the mall.
The boys walked around a bit, killing some time before the movie, but as
they came out of the food court, Dakota suddenly saw something, and stopped
in his tracks. "Uh, lets not go this way." he requested. Conner looked at
his friend, and noticed he was looking nervously at some other boys up
ahead of them.
"What's up?" he asked.
"I... I just don't wanna' go this way." Kota stammered. Conner looked
over at the other boys. He knew one of them; not a friend, but they knew
each other. He didn't know the other kid.
"Are those the guys who were chasing you the other night?" Conner asked
seriously.
"What? No, I mean..." He was surprised Conner had said that.
"Dude, come on. If we're gonna' be friends," Conner told him, "Then,
trust me will ya?" Kota looked at him, hesitated, and then sighed.
"Well, the kid in the blue shirt was one of them. I don't know the kid
on the right."
"Dakota... You can't just hide like this. If that kid was bullying
you, if he's one of the ones, then don't let him 'own' you by running from
him. I wish you would just tell me what happened that night, so I'd know
what to do." Conner requested. Dakota wanted to tell him, but he was
really uncomfortable now, and he didn't want to risk losing his new friend.
"Listen, I'll tell you, but... But not now okay, please..."
"I suppose... Let's just go the movie. We'll just walk past, and don't
pay any attention to them, ok." Conner told him. The boys began to walk
across the commons, toward the theater. The other boys noticed them as
they drew near.
"Well look at that, it's Dakota." The kid in the blue shirt said. "How
you doin' Queerdo..." he commented. Kota suddenly looked pale, but didn't
look at the other kid; and he and Conner kept walking.
"FAG..." Blue shirt kid called out behind their backs. With this,
Conner spun on his heel and moved toward the other boys.
"What's your problem?" Conner said boldly as he neared them, walking
directly up to the kid in the blue shirt; who appeared a bit uneasy, when
he saw the look in Conner's eyes.
"Nothin'." he muttered, trying to regain a tough appearance.
"Really? Then what were you babbling about when we walked by?" Conner
demanded firmly; a look of anger on his face.
"Look, I wasn't talking about you." Blue shirt said. Then the other
boy, (the one Conner knew), tried to intervene.
"Hey guys, come on... It's no big thing. Conner, he didn't mean
anything by it; look lets just go." he said, trying to usher 'blue shirt'
on their way.
"Hey, picking on someone is a big thing." Conner said, "Leave Dakota
alone alright." Blue shirt started to say something, but his friend wisely
pushed him along to end the confrontation, as one of the mall security
people was slowly walking their way.
Conner turned then, but he didn't see Dakota. He looked around, and
finally spotted the other boy standing across the commons near a bench,
with a bewildered look on his face. Conner sighed, and walked across to
him. Kota looked sadly at him.
"I'm sorry." he muttered softly.
"For what? Because that kid is a dick?! Don't worry about him." Conner
said with authority. "Now come on. We're gonna go buy us a big bucket of
popcorn and see the movie." He nodded, and put his hand on Kota's shoulder.
"You're buying..." he grinned. Dakota managed to smile back, and the boys
went in to the movie.
When it had finished, Conner fished his cell phone out of his pocket.
He called his mom to say they were ready to be picked up whenever. His mom
told him okay, that Daniel would be there shortly to pick them up.
"Mom... I told Daniel I wouldn't bug him for a ride!" Conner reminded
her.
"You didn't." She answered. "I did. He'll be there in a little while."
she seemed pleased with herself as she said goodbye. Conner just smiled
and shook his head. The boys went back to the food court, and he bought
them each a hotdog and an Orange Julius to munch on while they waited.
Afterwards, they drifted outside to sit on the benches in front of the
theater and wait for Conner's brother. Dakota kept glancing at Conner as
they sat. He was happy that the two boys had become friends, but he
wondered if he still would be; after he told him what had happened the
other night, and shared his secrets.
He didn't want to, mind you; but Conner deserved to know. Besides,
friends shouldn't have secrets he thought; and somehow he trusted Conner.
The boys waited about ten minutes, and finally Conner's brother pulled up
at the curb. They walked to his car, and both of them slid into the back
seat. Daniel turned to look at his brother.
"Oh, so now I'm your chauffeur!" he said jokingly. (Or was it...)
"Anyplace else you buttheads want to go, or shall I just take you back to
the castle?"
"Uh no... Home James." Conner replied in his finest English accent.
Daniel scowled at the joke, and the two boys giggled in the back seat.
Daniel shook his head, and pulled out to take them home. They rolled into
the driveway about ten minutes later, and Dakota thanked him for the ride.
The boys hopped out and went inside where they stopped in the kitchen to
grab a few cookies, and then scooted up to Conner's room. They sat on his
bed, and flipped on the X-Box and played an on line soccer game for a
little while. They were both about the same skill level at this, so they
played as a team against some other kids. When they finished with a win,
they high fived each other.
"Hey," Conner started, "You want to spend the night again?" He asked.
"Sure. If you want me to?"
"Duh... I wouldn't have asked if I didn't want you to, Dufus..." Conner
remarked, and then pushed Dakota over on his bed. They both laughed, and
Conner lunged over on top of him, beginning to wrestle. They traded a few
holds, twisted each other into awkward shapes, (totally messed up the
bedding), and finally ended with Conner sitting on top of Kota, pinning him
to the bed. They both laughed a moment, and then Dakota got a serious
expression on his face.
"So..." he said reluctantly. "I guess you still want to know what went
on the other night?" Conner, still sitting on the other boy, nodded and
then slowly slid off of him. They both sat up on the bed, side by side.
Kota struggled for words.
"Look, you don't have to tell me." Conner said. "But I know this is
bothering you."
"Ya. Well, I do have to tell you." Kota returned. "It's only right,
after all you did for me. And, I hope you'll still like me, after..." He
looked down, sadly. He sighed, and after a minute of silence, he looked at
Conner. "Promise to hear me out?" he begged.
"Absolutely. Go ahead dude." he smiled.
"Ok, well... The other night, one of my friends invited me to spend the
night. He was having two other guys stay over also. It was kind of a pre
birthday sleepover, you know. I really don't know the other two guys real
well; I mean, not really, but... Anyway, it was after nine and we were
sitting downstairs in their rec-room, watching TV in our boxers and stuff.
Then we kinda' started playing truth or dare." He paused a while, as if
collecting himself.
"So, one of the guys... Well he... He, he dared me to... To kiss my
friend on the lips." He finally managed. He glanced quickly at Conner,
trying to gauge his reaction; but Conner's face showed nothing. "So..." He
continued, "So I, well I kissed him." Again no reaction from Conner.
Dakota sat there a minute, on the verge of tears, but trying to remain
composed. Finally he started in again. "The thing is..." he began softly,
then paused.
"Go on." Conner told him. Dakota flushed with embarrassment, and looked
only at the floor.
"The thing is... I, wanted to... I liked it." he sat as if waiting for
Conner to explode on him.
"Tell it all." Conner said, in a soft, even tone.
"So... One of the boys, Travis, the kid from the mall, he got all
weird, and... And..." He struggled again, finally deciding it was time to
tell it all. "And he saw that I had gotten a hard on..." He teared up a
bit. "He... He yelled that I was a, was a fuckin' queer. And he pushed me
down. He was totally freaked, and wanted to pound me; so I ran out the
sliding glass door into the yard, and... Well, he ran after me and shoved
me down in the grass. Then... Then he tried to kick me, and... He grabbed
my boxers as I tried to get away. Then him and that other kid 'pantsed'
me. I started running, and they chased after me, saying they were gonna'
kick my faggot ass." He began to cry softly.
"So... So that's when I ran down the street, and I ran in front of your
brothers car, and, and, well you know the rest." He sat, quietly, an
occasional tear rolling down his cheek. He continued to look at the
ground, afraid of what Conner must be thinking.
"So, that's it then?" Conner asked calmly. Dakota though about it, and
finally looked up into Conner's eyes. He decided that he needed to say one
more thing. He gathered himself, took a deep slow breath and then looked
at Conner again.
"I... I'm gay." He declared, almost a whisper. He looked quickly at
the ground; and to him, the room seemed unearthly quiet. It was as if
minutes ticked away in awkward silence; though it was only seconds. He
could hear his own heartbeat, thrumming in his chest, and he wondered if he
should get up quickly and leave.
Just then, he felt a slight movement on the bed to his left. He tensed,
almost in fear. But then, softly, Conner leaned in and kissed him on the
cheek.
End of Part Two. ( Dunt Dunt Dun..... Queue the suspenseful music....)
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