Date: Mon, 03 Jun 2002 06:33:19 +0000
From: Village Idiot <village_idiot2000@hotmail.com>
Subject: Pete

This is a fictional story about a boy who secretly admires one of his school
classmates. The names are completely made up and so is the story. Any
comments are welcomed by emailing the author, Bobby Richardson, at
village_idiot2000@hotmail.com. Thanks for reading my story.


I live in a medium size Florida town called River Heights. My name is Bobby
Richardson. I'm 14, have blond hair, weigh 120 pounds and I'm Freshman at
one of the three high schools here, Woodville High, home of the fighting
Woodville Wildcats. It's an average high school complete with everything a
high school has such as science labs, math classes, a gym and shop. I take
the usual freshman classes like algebra, english composition, biology,
physical education and unfortunately - SHOP!   I say unfortunately because I
hate anything mechanical or anything which will dirty my hands. Don't get me
wrong. I'm not exactly a sissy boy, but I'm not totally a masculine guy
either. I'm somewhere in between although I tend to lean toward the fem side
a little.  My high school administrators makes us sign up for our own
classes we'll be taking the following year stating it will better prepare us
for college since we will be choosing our classes and times when we get to
college. That way, we are told, we will know the "drill" later.

So we all go to the gym on "class schedule" day and sign up for courses
we're suppose to take and select our one elective course they allow
freshmen. I got all my required classes I needed, but I was unable to get
the elective course I wanted, so I had to settle for that ungodly shop class
which I completely detest. After I think about it for a few minutes, I say
to myself I need the credit, so I go ahead and sign up for shop and make the
best of it.

First day of school I have gym class which wasn't too bad. I dressed in my
required "gym" cloths and outside I went with the rest of the class for
"physical education." It was a BORING hour, but like I said, it wasn't that
bad.  It just made me very happy when it was all over so I could put my
regular cloths back on and head to my next class.  All day I'm thinking of
how much I'm going to hate this shop stuff. I can't deal with jigsaws and
power drills and all that stuff. It just isn't me. So by the time I get to
my fifth period shop class, I'm thinking how much I want this to get over so
I can go home. As I enter the "shop" all the students, including me, are
told to find an empty seat at one of the "work benches" and sit there till
role call is finished. After roll is over, wherever we're sitting becomes
our permanent seat for the rest of the school year.  The teacher wanted to
mark our names on his seating assignment sheet as he called our names. The
work benches are big square metal tables with wood tops and four metal
stools for us kids to sit on, one at each end of the bench.

Ok, so all of us our sitting at our "benches" and waiting to be told
whatever our assignment is for the day.  As I'm sitting on my stool, I'm
noticing the other three guys sitting with me at the bench, so I said hi to
everyone and asked their names so we can be on a first name bases since
we're all stuck at this work place all school year. "Hi I'm Bobby" I said to
the other three boys.  "Hi Bobby. I'm Rick" said the boy sitting to my
right. "I'm Pete" said the boy sitting across from me, and the boy on my
left said "nice meeting you, Bobby. I'm David."  After everyone said hello,
I looked around the room, then around our table once again. As I'm looking
around and sizing up everyone, I can't help but go back to Pete. For some
strange reason I want to look at Pete. I'm not sure what it is about Pete
that I'm so fascinated with, but I can't seem to get my mind off Pete. "Ok
today  first off, we're taking a tour of the shop to get everyone acquainted
with the equipment. We'll be discussing safety issues and the proper use of
all the equipment, so take notes"  instructed Mr. Kernan, our shop class
teacher, immediately jolting me out of my trance as I was daydreaming about
Pete and his cute smile.

After school that day, I went home and kept thinking about shop class - and
PETE! I couldn't seem to get Pete out of my mind. I started wondering "Am I
gay" for thinking about another boy so much? I never thought about any boy
like that before. I have friends who are boys, but we're friends, nothing
more, and I never thought of any of my friends in any way other than being
friends. Pete wasn't even my friend, yet, and I was thinking about him in a
way that before I only thought about girls. "I must be gay" I thought as I
walked home that day. "I can't be gay. No one in the family is gay (that I
knew about anyway)." Still I could not get the image of Pete's beautiful
face and cute smile out of my mind.  Pete is also 14, has short black hair,
has a medium complexion, is about 5'7," and weighs about the same as me,
120 pounds.

As I arrive home, I walk in the house and throw my back pack down on a
chair. Since I live in Florida, it gets pretty hot here during the year,
and after a long walk home from school, I'm rather sweaty, hot and thirsty.
So I go to the fridge and look for something cold to drink, and I find some
grape juice. It taste so good when it's so hot outside. After I finish with
the grape juice, I go in my own personal utopia I have set up in my
bedroom.

As I walk through the door, I close it and then lock it behind me. I begin
to feel warm and tingly all over at the thought of Pete.  Actually I was
feeling this ever since I first lay eyes on Pete in shop class, but now
it's more intense because I am all alone in my room and about to take off
all my clothes. I begin by taking off my shoes and socks, then by pulling
my t-shirt over my head and laying it on the floor. Then I unbuckle my
pants and pull them all the way down around my ankles and I step out of
them. Then I put my thumbs inside my boxer shorts and work them around the
elastic band, pulling them to the floor, leaving me standing there
completely naked. My penis is throbbing hard and very hot as I climb on my
bed and lay down face up.

As I lay there I take my right hand and begin to rub my penis up and down
very slowly at first, then I pick up the pace rubbing harder and faster
with only one thing on my mind - PETE! As I jerk it back and forth, up and
down, it becomes more intense until I begin to spasm and jerk
uncontrollably. At that moment as I begin to orgasm, I call out "PETE...
YES...OH GOD YES ...PETE...I LOVE YOU, SO MUCH PETE!!!!!"  And I shoot my
semen straight up into my own face, getting most of it in my hair.

For a moment I just lay there, motionless, as I try to compose myself and
think about what I had just done. Now I'm convinced I'm gay. Why else would
I jerk off like that and think about a boy at the same time and call out
his name and say "I love you?"

Just as I'm getting off my bed and begin to dress, I hear a knock on my
door. "Yeah" I answered. "Someone from school is here to see you" said my
mom's voice on the other end of my door. "Ok I'll be right there" I
answered. When I got dressed, I opened my bedroom door to see who was there.
My mouth dropped open and I became speechless. ............."OH MY GOD!!" I
thought....It was Pete!

The end of part one.

Copyright: 2002