Date: Wed, 21 Mar 2007 17:50:06 -0500 From: boyrdnck@yahoo.com Subject: Skylar and Haley Skylar: Chapter One Written by: redneck boy <boyrdnck@yahoo.com> Date: March 2007 DISCLAIMER: This story contains sexual activity between underage boys and is vulgar in many ways. If it is illegal in your area to read this sort of material, then don't. If you are offended by reading this sort of material, then go to another site. If you are underage, don't read it. Basically, read this story at your own risk. It is YOUR personal responsibility to know what you cannot or should not read. This is the first story I've written for nifty. I hope you like it, but here's a general warning. This story is not the kind that's all about sex. There will not be nine year old boys having anal sex with their six inch cocks. I'm keeping it real on here. This story is about a young boy who is trying to find who he is in life and ends up finding out who he is in strange, but new and exciting ways. Anyway, I hope you enjoy Skylar. ----------------------------------------- Skylar Chapter One - First Time For Everything Skylar Marshall was born in a small town called Fossil Creek where his parents had just moved in hope of raising their family there. And now at eleven years old, Skylar was beginning to learn more about life and who he was. He didn't know it, but his learning experiences would eventually lead to the biggest and most exciting changes of his entire life. ___________________________________ The nearly ear-splitting buzzing of the alarm clock woke Skylar from his sound sleep. He turned the alarm clock off and got out of bed groggily, still half asleep. After stumbling to the bathroom and relieving himself, he turned the shower water on to let it get hot before jumping in. While waiting, he turned the sink water on, got a handful of cool water, and splashed it on his sleepy face, which woke him up even more. After drying his face with the nearby towel, he stripped off his pajamas and briefs and then jumped into the shower. He moaned as the hot water flowed down the surface of his body sending a shiver up his spine. After getting used to the heat of the steaming water, he washed his hair and then soaped up and rinsed his skin. When he was finished cleaning himself, he turned the water off, and grabbed the towel off the rack outside of the shower to dry himself off. He wrapped the towel around his body and then walked across the hallway to his room. He dried himself off with the towel when he got to his room and put on a clean pair of underwear. He dressed up in his school clothes which was a pair of blue jeans and a red novelty t-shirt. Done dressing himself, he put on his shoes and socks and then headed downstairs where his mom and younger sister were eating breakfast. There were two pieces of toast on a paper towel waiting for him on the table. He sat down after saying good morning to his mother, pretending that his sister did not exist. "Good morning, sweetie," Mrs. Marshall said to her son. "Looks like toast again for breakfast?" Skylar pointed out the obvious while buttering his toast. "What gave you that impression?" the woman asked jokingly. "You know, Mom, most mothers don't like their children eating the same thing for breakfast everyday," Skylar pointed out. "Hey, you've made it to eleven years old, haven't you? I must be doing something right," Mrs. Marshall said. "Yeah, yeah." "Amber, eat your breakfast," Mrs. Marshall told Skylar's sister. "I don't like toast," Amber said. "You eat it just fine every other day," Skylar pointed out to the annoying five year old. "Be quiet, you poophead," Amber told her brother. "Okay, no fussing guys. Amber, no one's a poophead and Skylar, don't egg your sister on like that," Mrs. Marshall stepped in. "Why not? You know how she is," Skylar argued. "Cause if you egg her on, that means I'll have to deal with her," she said. "Ah man, now eggs sound good," Skylar said. "You want eggs, you make 'em," Mrs. Marshall said. "Really?" Skylar asked for reassurance. "No," his mom denied. After Skylar ate his breakfast, he went back upstairs to gather his books, backpack, and homework and then went back downstairs to get ready to leave for school. He packed up all of his things in his backpack, grabbed his lunch bag, and walked to his mom's room to say goodbye to her. With that, he headed out the front door. Skylar walked down the street to his bus stop and sat on the bench patiently awaiting the arrival of his best friend Haley Summers. After a few minutes of sitting alone on the bench, Skylar was flicked in the back of the head by someone. He turned around and saw his best friend, Haley, standing there with his backpack over his shoulder. "What's up, dork?" Haley greeted him as he walked around the bench to sit next to his friend. "Not much, blondie. How're you?" Skylar asked. "Blondie? Who're you calling blonde?" Haley asked. "Oh, I'm sorry. I was talking to the invisible boy next to you. Who do you think I was talking to, goofy?" Skylar said. "You're blonder than I am. In fact, my hair's actually turning brown, which is more than I can say for you," Haley came back at him. "You win this round, but I will defeat you and your descendants next time we meet," Skylar said in his evil videogame voice. "Nerd alert!! We have a nerd here!!" Haley called out to no one in particular. "I have a question. Does your mom still make you a big breakfast ever morning?" Skylar asked. "Why? You gettin' burned out on your mom's ritual, morning buttered toast?" Haley asked. "Only 365 days before the last 365 days ago. I swear, the only time we get a good breakfast is when we're at my grandma's house," Skylar complained as if it would help anything. "And when you're at my house," Haley said. "Which happens hardly ever anymore," Skylar remarked. "Well, why don't come over this weekend? My dad's gonna be out on a business trip all weekend, so I'm sure my mom wouldn't mind me having company over," Haley said. "Sounds good to me. I'll ask my parents later. Or actually, I'll just ask my mom. My dad thinks sleepovers are a waste of time," Skylar explained. "Your dad's weird. What did he do during his childhood to have fun if he thought sleepovers were a waste of time?" Haley asked. "Got me," Skylar sighed. "Maybe he just played with himself a lot or something," he said. "What do you mean?" Skylar asked. "You know," Haley said and then moved his right hand up and down over his crotch implying masturbation. "Huh?" Skylar asked again stumped at the motions his friend was making. "Playing with yourself. Jerking off. Squirming the worm. Does any of that ring a bell?" Haley asked. "Nuh-uh. What're you talking about?" Skylar asked. "You've never heard of this before? It's when you make your...thing hard and move it up and down to make it feel good," Haley explained. Skylar just gave him a weird look. He had no idea what Haley was talking about, so he pretended to remember what it was. "Okay. Now I know what you're talking about," Skylar said. "You still have no idea what I'm talking about, do you?" Haley asked seeing right through Skylar's act. "No, what is it?" Skylar gave up. "Ugh, okay, does your thing ever get...hard?" Haley asked in a more lowered voice so the other kids arriving at the bus stop would not overhear their conversation. "Yeah, sometimes. I thought it was messed up or something. That happens to you too?" Skylar asked. "Hell yeah, man. But here's the thing. It's not messed up when it does that. It's actually a good thing when it gets hard." "How?" Skylar asked curiously. "Tell you what, when you get home today, try this. When it gets hard, go some place private and move it up and down with your hand. You know, make a fist and move it up and down," Haley said. "What'll happen if I do that?" Skylar asked. "I can't really explain it, but it's awesome. You just have to do it for a while. Oh, when it feels like you're about to pee on yourself, don't worry about it. That's what makes the whole thing good. Just keep doing it and I promise you, you'll like it." "Okay, I'll try it tonight. How many times have you done it?" "Last week, I did it for the first time. I've done it about five or six times now," Haley said. "I'll try it. Sounds cool," Skylar said. After the bus came, the two friends got on the bus and sat down close to the back together. Skylar thought about what Haley told him at the bus stop the whole time and couldn't think of anything else. The whole day during school, Skylar thought about it and was actually griped at by his teachers because they said he was distracted. When school was over, he got on the bus and sat down next to Haley who was saving a seat for him closer to the back again. "Hey buddy," Haley said. "S'up Hal?" Skylar asked. "Not much. Hey, you gonna try out what I told you when you get home today?" Haley asked. "Yeah, probably. I've been thinking about it all day. What happens when you feel like you're gonna pee?" Skylar asked. "You'll see. Just don't stop moving it when you feel that way. Trust me, it's great," Haley said. "You don't actually pee, do you?" Skylar asked naively. "No. Just trust me, you'll like it," Haley said. When the bus stopped in Skylar and Haley's neighborhood, the boys got off the bus with the rest of the kids and then began walking down the street together. When they got to Skylar's house, the boys said their goodbyes to each other and then Skylar went inside his house. He noticed that no one was there. Skylar walked into the kitchen and saw a note on the counter from his mom. It said that she and Amber were running some errands and that they would be there in a couple of hours around the same time that his dad would get home from work. Knowing that he had the house to himself for the next several hours, he decided to try out what Haley had been talking about. With that, he headed upstairs to his bedroom to "play with himself." When he got to his bedroom, he shut and locked the door just in case his mom came home early. He took off all of his clothes except for his white briefs and then went to look at himself in the full length mirror that hung on his closet door. Skylar was a rather cute boy. He had thick, blonde hair that was typically cut kind of short, but it still hung a little below his ears and the back of his hair could be seen hanging about an inch and a half below ear length. His bangs covered about half of his forehead, which made it look like a comb over, but really wasn't. His hair normally just hung wherever it wanted to most of the time. His eyes were green like two emeralds hidden behind a coat of clear glass. He had a cute, boyish face which always gave old ladies at church the incentive to pinch his cheeks and say stuff like, "Awe, such a cute boy!" His skin was fairly tanned all over, which made his underwear look even whiter up next to his legs and abdomen. He was very slim, but had some muscle, just not much. He was hairless all over except for his head and a few hairs that he noted growing around his pubic region. After staring at himself in the mirror, he looked down in the mirror at his crotch. His crotch pouched out a little bit in his briefs, but he could tell that it wasn't hard yet. Knowing that, he reached down with his right hand and began to rub his penis through the fabric of his tighty whities. He rubbed for a few seconds with no "hard" result. He thought about what else to do. He got tired of standing, so he laid down on his bed and began rubbing his penis again with his underwear still on. He tried to make it hard, but he couldn't. He knew it had been hard before, but he didn't know how it got that way. Instead of trying any longer, he put on a pair of shorts that were laying on the floor and headed downstairs to the phone naked from the waist up. He grabbed the phone and called the only person he knew that could tell him how to make it hard. The phone rang three times and then a woman picked it up. "Hi Mrs. Summers, is Haley there?" Skylar asked Haley's mom. "Yeah! Hold on a sec sugar," Haley's mom said in her normal, perky, Kentucky-accented voice. A few seconds later, Haley got on the phone. "Hey Skylar! Did it happen?" Haley asked excitedly. "No. I'm having a problem getting it hard. Skylar said. "Oh, umm, hold on a sec," Haley said. Skylar laughed inwardly because Haley was beginning to take on the dreaded hillbilly accent that all the adults around town had. Haley was starting to sound like a hick. With that thought in mind, Skylar began to wonder if he sounded like that himself. After all, he did live in Loretta Lynn turf. "Okay, I can talk now," Haley said. "Hal, do I sound like a hillbilly?" Skylar asked suddenly. "I'm so sorry I crawled to the back of the closet for this." "I was just wondering," Skylar said. "Skylar, you couldn't sound more like a hillbilly even if ya wanted to," Haley said. "Crap. Anyway, I need to know how to make it hard. I was trying to do that and it didn't work," Skylar said. "Well, what were you doing?" Haley asked. "I was just rubbing it." "Okay. You gotta think about something sexy. Something that turns you on." "Like what?" Skylar asked. "Like a hot girl wearing a bikini or Kristy Bushe kissing you on the lips with her boobs showing. Something like that," Haley said. "Oh, something like that," Skylar said knowing that girls did absolutely nothing to turn him on. "Unless you'll be thinking of me," Haley joked. "Ewe!! Gross! You're a pervert, Haley," Skylar said. "Just kidding. Anyway, just try that. Let me know tomorrow how it went," Haley said. 'Okay. See ya tomorrow." "Bye," Haley said and then hung up. Skylar hung up the phone and then headed back upstairs to his bedroom. He shut and locked his door, dropped his shorts to the floor where he picked them up, and then laid back down on the bed. He began to rub his boyhood through his underwear again; only this time, he closed his eyes and tried to think of something that turned him on. He used Haley's example of a hot girl in a bikini, but nothing happened. With that example failed, he imagined eighth grader Kristy Bushe topless and kissing him all over. Nothing happened. Skylar opened his eyes and thought that those examples actually made his penis even smaller. He tried to think about some other sexy girl fantasy, but he couldn't think of anything that aroused him. He remembered the comment that Haley made on the phone about thinking about him while trying to get hard. Skylar laughed out loud while thinking about it, and then felt his penis start to twitch a little. "No freakin' way!" Skylar exclaimed out loud to himself. Skylar decided that no one had to know about his thoughts, so he began to think some more about Haley. He remembered a time when they were camping with their dads in the woods and they went hiking on their own. He remembered walking up to the calm part of the river and the two of them deciding to take a swim. They stripped to their briefs and jumped into the river together. Skylar remembered a slight moment when he lifted Haley by his foot and was level with his crotch when he lifted him up; his thin wet briefs becoming almost transparent giving him a glance at the boy's brief-clad penis. He snapped back to reality and noticed that his crotch had grown harder than ever under his briefs. He smiled a little bit; still confused about getting hard over his best friend. He slipped his briefs off and threw them down on the floor. With that, he grabbed his erect boyhood with his right hand and began to move it up and down thinking about the same moment with Haley in the river. He closed his eyes still imagining Haley's crotch in front of him. He eventually grew tired of the same thought, so he began to just imagine Haley's cute body in general; his mid-length, dirty-blonde hair, his sapphire-blue eyes, his nicely tanned skin, the moist, awaiting lips, his thin waist, and of course, his small, round, bubble butt. He imagined brushing his lips against Haley's bare chest and stroking his hair softly as he began to speed up the motions on his hard-on. His hard penis felt so good. He couldn't believe how good it felt. He had always thought of his penis as something that he just peed out of, not really to have fun with. This was almost a heavenly feeling as he stroked his boyhood faster and faster. He thought about Haley naked in front of him as he began to feel something weird move through the shaft of his cock. It felt like he was getting ready to pee, but he knew it was something different according to Haley. He took Haley's advice and kept stroking. The feeling got so intense that he was raising his hips up a little as he kept up with his motions. He stroked faster and faster and the feeling of intensity reached a peek. All of a sudden, Skylar felt something shoot out of the tip of his penis. He opened his eyes as he kept stroking and saw some creamy white fluid shooting out of his penis. He slowed down his motions as the pleasure moment turned into a blissful calm. He stopped stroking as his penis began to shrink down to it's original state and he just laid there inhaling and exhaling deeply. After he calmed down a little bit, he looked down at the sticky white cream that had shot onto his abdomen and was still oozing down the shaft of his penis; Skylar wondering what it was. He decided he could ask Haley about it the next day at the bus stop. He got up and walked naked to the bathroom across the hall to clean himself off. When he was cleaned up, he went back to his room and got dressed again. After that, he went downstairs and turned on the television to wait for his parents to get home. The whole time, he thought about what had just happened and why he imagined Haley as a sexy image the whole time. He couldn't understand why he was attracted to a boy. It just wasn't normal. He wanted to talk to Haley about it, but he wasn't sure if he should or not. After his parents got home that night, they ate supper together, watched a little TV, and then Skylar got ready to go to bed around nine o'clock. When he was laying in bed, his mind was racing with thoughts about Haley, his first time masturbating, and why he was attracted to a boy. With those thoughts crowding his mind, it took him a long time to finally fall asleep, but he finally managed to drift off by midnight. End of Chapter One ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Well, there you have it. The first chapter of my story. It's kind of short, I know, but I plan to write a lot more. I like writing short chapters because it makes me feel like I'm moving faster with the story as opposed to writing forty-page chapters. Anyway, let me know what you think and I'm not taking any advice on how to create twists because I have a certain way I want it done. But anyway, hope you read the next chapter that comes out. Later.