Date: Mon, 27 Mar 2017 16:36:12 -0400
From: Hunter Ozzy <openhearts1999@gmail.com>
Subject: Open Hearts Part 1

This is my first real attempt at a story and I hope you guys enjoy it. This
is a story about friendship, discovery, and love. Our Protagonist for this
story is Keaton, a 13 year old boy who is beginning his new life in
unfamiliar territory.

Now for usual disclaimer stuff: This story is fictional, any similarities
to the characters written and persons in real life is purely coincidental.
This story may contain sexual content and is suited for adults so if you're
not at least 18 years old please leave now.

If you would like to email me any suggestions or just general comments you
can here: openhearts1999@gmail.com I would love to hear from all of you and
know if you guys want a part 2.

Part 1:

All summer long I've been doing odd jobs around my neighborhood to save
money. Mowing lawns, walking dogs, painting houses, really anything I could
find. After all my hard work I had saved up about 250 dollars. For a 13
year old that is pretty big and I was excited to finally spend it. I wanted
a new IPhone but my parents wanted me to work for it. After putting up my
250 dollars they agreed to pay the rest. We were a pretty well off family I
guess. We weren't rich and we didn't live in a mansion but we were
comfortable and always had plenty. I had a few weeks left of summer and I
was reluctant to go back to school. But at least I'll be going into 8th
grade and I wouldn't be viewed as a baby in that school anymore. This year
was my year to be top dog, or so I thought.

I thanked Mrs. Wilson for the money and began to walk home. I lifted my
shirt up to wipe the sweat from my forehead. It was in the high 80's and
very humid out today. Which is pretty typical weather here in Florida.
Today was my last day of working and the day I went to buy my new phone so
I was visibly excited and whistled a tune as I made my way home. It took a
lot of restraint to not start skipping down the sidewalk. The hot sun was
the only factor that made me decide against it.

As I entered my house and felt the touch of cool air conditioning surround
my sweaty teen body I gave an audible sigh of pleasure and relief. I
quickly bounded up the stairs and headed into my room to take a quick
shower. My room has an adjoining bathroom so I stripped naked and walked
into my bathroom to start the warm water. While I waited I took a look in
the mirror to admire my body momentarily.

My brown hair was rustled and disheveled after working outside in the heat
but still looked good in my opinion. I wore it kind of long on top and
short on the sides and used gel to style it whenever I wasn't being lazy.
I'm not sure what the style is called but my mom seems to think it's
"handsome" and I get plenty of looks from the girls at school.

Then there was my eyes, I always thought my eyes were pretty cool to be
honest. They were blue-ish green and changed color depending on the amount
of light, another attribute of mine that I was proud of.

Then my face, I'm not quite sure how to describe it. I wouldn't say I'm hot
because I definitely lack some manly features that some boys have. Everyone
always called me a pretty boy because my face was more "pretty" than manly
but still boyish in a way that I think made me look somewhat attractive.
But I was proud of my looks and I never got any complaints before.

My eyes trailed down to my chest and stomach. I've played soccer for years
and even joined a swim team last summer so I guess you could call me an
athlete. I wasn't big and I wasn't very muscular but I was slim and toned.
My pecs were not broad or profound but still showed signs of definition on
my slim body. The same goes for my stomach which is flat and toned but I
would really have to tense hard for any signs of a six pack to show.
Sometimes I wish I had more muscles but I guess I couldn't complain about
what I did have.

As my eyes continued to trail south following my V-line to my pubic area I
noticed a few sparse brown hairs growing there. At first I was excited to
see that I was growing hair but now I'm just worried that I'm not growing
fast enough. I was only 5 foot and I didn't want to get left behind by all
the other boys at school. I put that thought in the back of my head as I
looked at my soft member in front of the mirror. It wasn't anything
special, I'm about 3 inches soft and 4.5 inches hard and not very thick. I
was uncircumcised thankfully and had just a slight amount of foreskin
covering the bright red head. My balls had started to show signs of
maturity as my scrotum hung slightly below my dick now and not tightly
against it.

My skin wasn't pale but I wasn't very tan either even though I lived in the
sunshine state. Despite playing soccer and swimming a lot, I still prefer
to stay inside and draw or listen to music with most of my free time.

After analyzing my body in the mirror I smiled slightly as I came to the
conclusion that I was pretty good looking and not ashamed of my looks. I
turned my attention to the shower as I jumped in and placed my hands
against the tile walls and let the stream of water run down my back. I
grabbed the shampoo and began washing my hair, standing back now I let the
water stream hit my crotch and the water pressure started to stimulate my
now hardening penis. It didn't take much to get me hard and I was already
pent up after a hard day's work. "Might as well have a little fun." I
thought to myself.

I discovered masturbation about 2 years ago but I really started to get
into it recently. I went from jerking it once a week to rubbing one out at
least twice a day. After washing my hair I grabbed the body wash and
started to lather my body up. I decided to give extra attention to my boner
that was growing stiffer with each passing second. With my rod standing at
attention I grabbed ahold of myself and slowly stroked it from base to tip,
gently peeling back my foreskin and exposing the angry red head. It didn't
take long for my body to start tingling and my knees to start swaying. I
leaned back against the tile wall and continued my endeavor. My left hand
stroking my rod with increasing speed and my right hand exploring the rest
of my body. Eventually my right hand found itself poking in between my
crack and rubbing against my puckered hole. With one soapy finger I slowly
pushed against the entrance and quickly took my finger knuckle deep into my
hungrily awaiting boy butt. The stimulation from the actions of both my
hands made me let out a loud moan of pleasure.

My body sunk down off the wall and onto the floor of the tub. I felt my
hand moving faster almost as if acting on its own accord. I couldn't stop
myself in this state and I had no desire to either. I kept up my fast pace
and felt my dick start to throb and pulsate in my hand as familiar feelings
grew in the pit of my stomach. I was going so fast my loosely hanging balls
started to slap against my bare wet skin with every stroke. As my climax
neared I couldn't help but push my pleasure further by pushing another
finger into my ass and aggressively fingering my young hole with all my
might. Only moments later I got that familiar feeling of ecstasy and
electricity as my dick exploded with fresh teen juices. The first rope of
cum hit my chest followed by the second. The third and fourth just dribbled
out of my throbbing member and onto my hand. With each contraction I felt
my sphincter and muscles inside my butt close tightly around my fingers,
sending waves of pleasure throughout my body. After the high of my orgasm
subsided I laid there in the tub for a moment as the water hitting my chest
washed away all evidence of my previous activity.

I guess you could say I was a horny child. But then again what 13 year old
boy isn't?

I soon found the strength to pull myself up and turn the water off. I
grabbed a towel and dried myself off, taking special care with my now raw
and sensitive penis. After all that I quickly got dressed in some orange
American Eagle underwear and basketball shorts. I found a plain red t-shirt
and also threw that on before walking downstairs to find something to eat.

Downstairs I found my mother sitting on the couch. I assume she got home
from work while I was in the shower. I greeted her and asked her what was
for dinner when she quickly replied "I thought you would be too excited
about getting your new phone to eat." She said with a smirk.

My eyes grew wide as I realized that my naughty shower time adventure had
caused me to forget about why I've been so happy and excited all day long.

I quickly jumped on the couch and grabbed ahold of her arm. In my most
desperate, pleading voice I begged her.

"Can we please go now I can get ready real quick I even showered already!"

My mind trailed off to the thought of my shower before quickly coming back
down to earth and focusing on the task at hand. I was eager to get my new
phone. I know most people might think it's dumb for me to be so excited
about a phone. But my parents make me work for everything I want so it
means a lot to me.

My mother looked back at me smiling but something seemed off. She quickly
said "we can worry about that in a little bit but first, me and your father
have some news for you when he gets home from work"

I didn't like the way she said it. Her smile and excitement seemed more
like hope than reassurement. I was nervous about the news and couldn't
imagine what it would be so I decided to just patiently wait and accept
whatever it is, good or bad, because today is a good day and nothing can
ruin it.

I was wrong.



Ok guys that is the end of part 1 of our story. Think of it as a prologue
or introduction because there is a lot more to come including the
introduction of new characters.

Remember you can email me at openhearts1999@gmail.com with any questions,
comments or concerns. See you in part 2.