Date: Sun, 28 Nov 2010 22:32:26 -0800 (PST)
From: Mike <savantpn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Study Partner Chapter 1

This is the first story I've submitted to 'nifty' and it's a gay story from my
youth.  I am the author of the story and its a true account of about my sexual
awaking.  In this story I'm 14 and my friend was 13.  If the story is deemed
acceptable then I'll submit the remaining chapters.... currently the entire
story is about 6700 words long.

Sav

Study Partners
by savantpn
Copyright 2010


I was young and yes, sexually curious, very curious indeed but as with all young
inexperienced boys I had only unfocused urges.  I was a willing victim waiting
for the right person and right moment.  Little did I know that it was going to
be a history test that opened my world to the adventures of a sexual being.  Oh
yes, my name is Mike

Ron, one of my class mates had asked for my help in preparing for the upcoming
test and since I had always found I did better with a study partner I agreed
instantly.  Ron was the normal skinny kid that lived down the block and a year
younger than my fourteen years.  As we rode the bus home our plans to study
together firmed up.  The bus dropped Ron off while I rode the bus to my stop and
hopped off barreling, into the house dumping my gear and raiding the refrig.
Mom was there happy as always to see me home and when it came to the "what's new
question" I told her about Ron coming over to study for the upcoming test.  An
hour or so later Ron showed up and since it was ballet class Tuesday for my two
sisters she headed off shortly after she met Ron leaving us to do our studying.


I grabbed a few snacks and led Ron upstairs to my room where we made ourselves
comfortable at the foot of the twin beds in my room and spread out our stuff.
This being the first time Ron and I had gotten together he looked around
glancing at all my stuff.  There on a night stand between the beds was a lamp
with a small tin safe with a combination lock.  Somehow it had attracted Ron's
attention and glancing from it to me he asked.   "Does it open?"  Nodding a yes
I crawled over to it spun the dial right, left and right again pulling the door
open.  The safe's only contents was a small box holding a childhood treasure... a
Kennedy Half Dollar that my grand father had given me, sandwiched between two
bits of cotton.  Ron reached in and pulled that box from its depths opening the
box and taking the coin from its resting spot.

Smiling mischievously he then jammed my half dollar into his shorts.  Over the
next minutes he giggled as I tried everything I could think of to get him to
give it back.  I poked and teased, I demanded and begged while obstinately he
playfully refused to hand it back.  Our play escalated into wrestling coupled
with demands that if he didn't give it back willingly I go in after it.  I
thought that threat alone would get my coin returned as I definitely would not
want some other guy rambling around in my pants but still nothing happened.  Rod
laughed at my words and struggled ineffectively as I tried to control his arms
and body so I could enforce my threat.  We wrestled rolling over and over one
another and when wrestling didn't work I tickled him mercilessly.  Strangely my
tickling elicited a few laughs but the more I tickled the quieter Ron became so
I went back to the wrestling.  Ron rolled, giggled and struggled managing to
bring press himself against me a bit more intimately than I was used to.  It
wasn't bad at all but it was very different.

Finally I had Ron pinned and strangely his giggling had turned into an awkward
muted silence.  His arms were held against his sides with his hands clinched
into fists, not in an aggressive posture but in a passive you've won kind of
way.  I was now sitting astride his legs and gave him my final demand.  "If you
don't give it back I get it myself!"  Ron did nothing but wiggle roll his
shoulders back and forth.  His face was strangely contorted and his arms were
still held tightly to his sides with his fists closed as I worked the buckle to
his belt.  Ron stopped his struggling completely and became even more silent as
I pulled his belt through the loops one by one.


I tossed the belt to the side and looked down at him with a challenging `well
are you gonna give it back now?'  Still nothing not a word, not a motion so my
hands went to the button of his pants, I popped the button and grabbed the
zipper lowering it all the way.  I looked to his face for signs that he was
giving up and only found myself more confused because I did now how to read the
strange look on his face...  So I did the only thing I could think of and that was
to grab at his opened jeans and I struggled to pull them down off his hips so I
could get into his shorts to find my coin.  Ron not only didn't put up much of a
fight he actually lifted his hips so the pants would slide down easily.

Now I had Ron's underwear exposed with his jeans down almost to his knees and
then gave him a fiftieth or sixtieth final warning telling him,  `I'll reach in
and get it myself if you don't give it back willingly.'  Ron was frozen and I
was at a loss so I took hold of the band to his little shorts and was shocked to
hear him moan.  An instant later I knew the true game we were playing.  I tugged
at the elastic band exposing his male parts only to be greeted by his young man
erection.  It was wildly exotic, his cock was hard, pale pink about five inches
long and with a nice girth.  What surprised me was how dumb I had been about the
game he had playing on me and how excited I was by being tricked into this
situation.  The next thing that shocked me was how much seeing another guy's
hardened member affected me.  Deep inside my stomach I felt a tightness and of
course my dick had decided to responded on its own.

In a heartbeat after I had exposed Ron's sex the coin became far from the most
prominent thing holding my attention.  Instead I was fascinated by Ron's dick
and desperately wanted to touch it.  Sitting atop his legs I reached forward and
took hold of it wrapping my hand around it finding it so warm, so wonderfully
rigid and yet so silky smooth at the same time.  Wickedly I gave it a few
strokes while I bent it left and right keeping up the game of looking for my
coin.  Ron just laid there letting me do anything to him I wanted.  Little
squeaks of pleasure erupted from him as I moved his cock about as my other hand
went to his groin and lifted his balls slipping the band of his shorts under
them.  What a sight it was with the band forced under his nuts it put his sex
was on prominent display offering it to my hungry gaze.  I could not begin to
tell you how insanely sexy this whole scene was but looking down at his stiff
shaft I knew I wanted him totally naked.  I lifted myself from his legs and
proceeded to pull his jeans all the way off.

Next I removed his shorts and once the lower half of his body was naked I
transferred his cock from one hand to the other so I could pull his tee shirt
off his slim body.  It was wildly wicked to be holding his dick in my hand while
my other tugged as his tee then once completely off I reached out to him letting
that hand trace over the flesh of his torso.  Deep inside I desperately wanted
something but could not put words to my desire.  All I could think of was how I
wanted to feel his nude flesh against my own and I astonished myself as I heard
my own voice begging him to undress me.

I thrilled as Ron's hands began the job!  His touch along with the look of his
naked form and the naughty feeling of being stripped by another had me squirming
in a lust I had never known.  I passively raised my arms in surrender to that
lust and let my shirt part company with my body.  I was beyond insane
envisioning myself half naked as Ron's hands began to work the buckle of my
pants.  My hands reached out to his naked form and I explored Ron's body while
his fingers opened my slacks.  My own cock was as hard as I could ever remember
it and I looked down as his hand disappeared under the band of my underwear.
Mewing my pleasure I gasped when for the first time in my life I felt my cock
being touched by another.  The feel of someone else's hand on my dick was beyond
description.  My knees buckled as he closed his fist around my rod.  Wonderful
waves of delight crested over me when with a wicked smile he began to stroke my
shaft while his other hand worked my pants down.  Letting go of my cock both of
his hands went into my shorts and together with my jeans down they went.
Obediently I lifted one foot then the other so they both would come off.  We
were now naked in each others presence and I loved how dirty that made me feel.
My cock stretched beyond tight by the whole situation.