Date: Sat, 13 Oct 2012 15:42:14 -0700
From: Ian Bridge <about.a.boy@hotmail.com>
Subject: Unexpected Boy Crush

*Warning; This story contains sexual content, and contact between young
boys.  If the subject matter offends you, or is not to your tastes, or if
you are under legal age for your area, then find something else to read.
There is a place for everyone; if this is your place, welcome.

		Story by;   About A Boy  /  This Boy's Life


			   Unexpected Boy Crush



   When you're only thirteen years old, it's kinda hard sometimes to know
where you stand; sexually I mean.  Puberty started having it's way with me
about four or five months ago, I guess.
   Those little changes that only I saw; because I was pretty much too shy
to share those intimate secrets with anyone else.  My body had started
doing things; you know what I mean.  The most obvious was probably the
constant erections; and I do whatever I can to keep those on the sly, and
out of sight.

   The thing is, puberty can be very confusing at times.  All kinds of
mixed signals, all leading to a young boy's coming of age.  Whatever that
really means.  Anyway, my body has been changing a bit lately.
   I've always been kinda small for my age, and that hasn't changed; at
thirteen I'm still just under five feet tall.  I'm pretty lean though,
probably because I've played all kinds of youth sports growing up.

   My dad keeps telling me, "Don't worry, you'll grow!"  But then, he's
only five foot ten: so I'm not really expecting too much.  But I look
alright, I guess.  Fairly typical for a thirteen year old boy.  You know,
kinda cute, but not too cute.  I've got a very boyish face; a smaller nose,
and a dimple on one side when I smile.
   I've got medium length, feathery brown hair; and as a girl at school
told me, 'Soft brown eyes, with adorable lashes...'  Wonder what she was
after?

   Anyway, like I said, this puberty thing has kinda been messing with me.
My dick has started to sprout a little bit.  Yes, I actually measured it
the other day.  It's still only about three and a quarter inches long when
soft, and not real thick; but that's bigger than it was two months ago.
   Ya, I'm circumcised, and it swells to four and a half inches when I get
a boner.  And my nuts went into freefall as well.  Seems like my sac
relaxed a lot, and now they have some loose hang to them.  They're still
bald as a cue ball however, even though I have eleven; count them, eleven
fluffy pubes starting to come in above my dick; sweeeat...

   I'm sure your wondering if I jack off or not.  Don't be stupid.  Of
course I do; been doing that for three or four months as well.  About two
months ago, I watched in surprise as a couple of drops of clear thick syrup
rolled from my young tip, just after the tingles washed over me.
   That had been so awesome.  And in the last few weeks, I've managed more
than a healthy squirt of watery seed, each time I masturbate which is
fairly often.  The sensations have been getting stronger; and like any
other healthy boy; I'm lovin' it.....

   Course, there's down sides to this pubescent stuff as well.  My bung
hole itches sometimes, and I get kinda sweaty; and my dime sized nipples
feel a little sensitive at times, if not tender and a bit sore.
   But the most confusing part of all are the changes inside me; some times
I think girls are cute, and sometimes I think boys are cute.  In truth, I'm
finding that I'm more and more interested by boys, rather than girls.

   This is the age of computers and stuff, so of course I've looked all
this stuff up on the internet.  It's kinda cool, because I can check into
all kinds of things that I'd be way too shy or embarrassed to ask someone I
know about.
   So ultimately, I don't know if I'm a little bit queer, or strait.  Most
the sites say it's natural to be a little confused at this age, waffling
between thoughts and feelings.  Attracted to all kinds of things.  But it
seems evident to me that I'm starting to lean to the left on this one; if
you know what I mean.

   The down side to that is, I have to be really careful who I confide in.
I mean, if I said something to a girl, who wasn't interested in me, well,
that's no big deal, is it! But, if I said something to another boy, and he
didn't share the same interests....  Well, you know...
   It's really making early adolescence a bit of a rough period for me.
And then last weekend; something happened.  My name is David, by the way;
and I guess I'm going to tell you about it.


   School had just started back up a few weeks ago, after summer break.
But it was the weekend, and I had ridden my bike up to one of the grocery
stores in our neighborhood.  It wasn't all that far, since this is kind of
a typical suburban community.
   I had a few bucks in my pocket, and the urge for a soda; and maybe even
a corn dog, or something to snack on from the deli.  It was just after four
in the afternoon, and being mid September, the weather is still fairly
nice.

   Anyway, I rode up to the store and locked my bike up to some benches
that are on the side of the building.  Just a little area where people can
sit and relax a little if they wanted.  I went inside for a few minutes,
and after buying a couple of things to snack on; I headed back out to sit
on one of the benches, before I rode home.

   I was just kind of sitting there, sipping on my Pepsi, and looking over
my bike; when I heard a sound approaching.  Sounded like skateboard wheels,
rolling on concrete.
   I looked up with no real interest at first, just idle curiosity; as most
people do when someone is moving nearby.  And that's when I saw this kid.
He was rolling up the walk on a skateboard.  Not one of those you see at
the skate parks, but a little longer one; more for cruising around and
stuff.

    I watched the boy as he rolled closer.  He was wearing a bright azure
blue tee shirt, over dark shorts; he had tan low cut Nike's on his feet,
and he was wearing some very white ankle socks.
   Maybe they just looked really white, cause his bare calves were nicely
summer tanned to a rich golden brown.  He rolled slowly past, right in
front of where I was sitting; and I couldn't help but keep my eyes on him.
There was something about him that was attracting my attention.

   God his calves looked so nice.  Not a hair to be seen on them, smooth as
silk, and well rounded.  He looked to be taller than me, maybe five foot
four, or so.  Hard to tell, because I was sitting and he was standing on
the skateboard.
    The way his shirt hung on him though, I could just tell he had a nice
trim body, and a flat stomach.  I actually had a shiver run through me; can
you believe that.

   He looked like he might have been thirteen, or fourteen maybe at the
oldest.  And it struck me instantly that something was going on with me.  I
watched him roll around the corner to the front of the store; and I had to
see more; I got up quickly and walked to the corner of the building.
   In front of the store, off to the side of the entrance, are two of those
'Red Box' DVD rental kiosks; and the boy had rolled to a stop in front of
them, and stepped off his board.
   I got a closer look at him now, and...  Shit, he was really cute too.
There were a few people ahead of him, already using the kiosks, so after
waiting a moment, he picked up his skateboard and walked into the grocery
store.

   Should I follow him in?  I was so taken with him, it was just weird.  I
wanted to see more of him, but I had to lock up my bike again; and I
quickly walked back and locked the bike back to the bench.  Then, with a
little urgency, I went around to the front of the store again.

   There he was, shit..!  He'd come back out of the store and was standing
at the Red Box kiosks again, looking at the screen.  I wanted to get a
closer look, so I walked slowly up near the kiosks, standing a bit back
from him.
   I looked down at his bare legs again and....  Oh geeze they just looked
so nice to me; so wonderfully smooth.  I swallowed dryly, slightly nervous,
because this was so weird.  I mean, I've looked at other boys before and
thought, 'that kid looks kinda cute', or something like that; but I'd never
been so drawn to someone like this.

   I looked up his body, to the roundness of his butt; though his tee shirt
was kind of covering it, there was still a noticeable curve to it.  I
actually shivered slightly.  I was standing about five feet behind him, and
off to the side just a bit, so I could kinda see his profile.

   As I was looking at his face, the other boy turned his head toward me;
aware that someone was standing behind him.  He looked right at me, and
smiled warmly.
   "I'm just kinda looking." He said in a polite, and friendly tone.  "You
can go ahead of me if you want."  I'm sure I blushed on the spot.
   "Uh... That's ok." I stumbled, "I'm just kinda...  Waiting for my mom."
It was all I could think of.  I was feeling a bit flustered because I'd
been staring at him when he had turned and seen me.

   He smiled, and kind of shrugged, and then turned his attention back to
the kiosk.  I could feel myself shaking just a bit.  His smile had been
friendly, and nice...  He was quite cute, with a boyish face; and very blue
eyes, almost the color of his tee shirt.
   His hair was a little shorter than mine; soft brown with natural
highlights that looked perfect on him.  I looked around nervously, to see
if anyone was aware of me scoping this other kid out; but other than a
woman at the other kiosk, no one was even around.

   I stared at the other boy again, with funny feelings of trepidation,
kind of flitting around inside of me.  I didn't know this boy from school,
even though we were only two weeks in; but he must go to the same Junior
High as me, right?  I figured he might be a grade above me.
   I wanted to talk to him.  Engage him in conversations somehow; but I
couldn't.  I was scared shitless at this point.  All I could do was stare
at him; with his lithe boyish physique, and those wonderfully smooth bare
calves...

   When I raised my head up again; the boy was already looking directly
back at me.  Busted.  Surely he knew that I had been ogling him.  Instantly
I blushed, full on embarrassment.  "I.. I, uh..." Stuttered desperately, my
mouth agape...  "That... That's a nice skateboard..." I stammered, trying
to recover.
   "Ya, thanks..." The other boy responded casually, but with a curious
look.  He knew.  I looked away, toward the ground, timidly; uncomfortably.
Totally embarrassed, I turned and started walking somewhat hurriedly toward
the corner.

   My hands were shaking, and my heart was beating in my chest.  What an
idiot I was.  I went over to the benches where my bike was; and kneeling
down, I began fumbling with the bike lock.
   "Damn it..." I breathed.  My fingers were trembling so much that I
couldn't undo it quickly.  And then I heard it.  Skateboard wheels rolling
my direction; and suddenly my insides began to churn, squeamishly.

    "Hey...  You okay?" Came the soft adolescent voice, as he stopped in
front of me.  I was crouched and looking down, but I could see his shoes,
ankle socks, and his legs.  One foot on his board, and one on the ground;
those sweet, smooth legs.
   "I uh.... No, ya.... I mean, I'm fine..."  Totally flustered, I
continued to fumble with the lock; taking a quick glance up at him.  He had
a soft and curious expression on his face, and I felt totally stupid,
again.

   "Thought you were waiting for your mom?!" the boy asked softly.
Referring to the feeble excuse I had given him in front of the Red Box.
   "I... Sorry, I gotta go..." I said uncomfortably, quickly throwing my
leg over the bike and pushing it forward.  I cast a sideways glance at him
as I started to peddled off.
   "Wait, you forgot your stuff..." he called out after me.  I stopped, and
put my foot down, glancing back at him.  He gathered up my Pepsi bottle,
and the little plastic bag of snacks.

   He rolled casually toward me on his board; his movements so easy and
relaxed.  The boy stopped when he got up along side me, and he reached over
to hand me my things.
   My hand lightly touched his as I reached for my stuff; his hand was
warm, and soft.  He had slender, tanned fingers; and I noticed a single
strand of leather, tied loosely around his wrist like a bracelet.
   I smiled timidly at him.  "Thanks..." I said, my soft boyish voice
almost cracking, as he smiled back at me with that warm grin that made me
feel funny inside.  "I guess I better get home now..." I said.
   "Ya, ok... Well...  See ya." He said, with a slight wave of his hand.

   I pushed off on my bike.  "See ya..." I responded quietly, looking back
at him once more.  I peddled over to the street corner; and banged on the
cross walk button a couple of times.  Then I chanced a glance back toward
the grocery store.
   The other boy was standing on his skateboard, just rolling slowly away
from the building, but he was still looking my direction.  When the
crosswalk light changed, I raised my hand and gave a brief wave at him.  He
nodded his head back once in response, and I could see he was still
smiling.

   I crossed the street, rode down it a little bit, and then turned into
the first little side road of the neighborhood; where I stopped for a
moment to collect my thoughts.  Lowering my forehead, I rested it on the
handle bars and slowly shook my head.
   'What the hell was wrong with me...'  I wondered.  I had acted like a
complete dolt.  That other kid must have thought I was totally mental.
Normally I'm a pretty outgoing kid; although in a fairly reserved way.  I'm
certainly not shy like that.

  I shook my head and wondered.  What an idiot.  After a few moments of
berating myself, I peddled back to the end of the block to head for my
street.  I rode for a moment, and then noticed about a block up, on the
other side of the road; was the blue shirt of the other kid, just rolling
along on his board.
   My eyes widened a bit with curiosity.  He must live somewhere near by,
kinda close to my own neighborhood.  I hung back a little, just keeping an
eye on him, and wishing I hadn't of messed up the way I did.
   About a block down from my street, the boy turned the corner to the
right.  My curiosity peaked, and I peddled hard to try and reach the
intersection before he disappeared somewhere.

   As I pulled up to the corner, I could still see him, not a half a block
down; and then he turned to the right once again.  I raced off after him,
knowing he must live close.
   Reaching the second turnoff, which was a cul-de-sac; I could just see
him, as he walked through the yard of the fourth house down.  I saw him
walk up to the front door, holding his long board in his hand; and he
reached up, and pulled a lanyard from around his neck.  Apparently his key
was on the end of it, and I could tell he was trying to unlock the front
door.

   "Whoa..." I thought to myself.  He has to go to my school if he lives
less than three blocks away from me.  I smiled curiously to myself, somehow
pleased that he didn't live far away; and relieved in the knowledge that I
would probably see him again.
   I turned my bike around, to head back to my own house; but what I hadn't
seen, was that the boy had glanced back just as he was going inside; and I
had no idea that he had likely seen me there at the end of the block.


   So I peddled home, rolling my bike into the garage when I got there.  I
left it leaning against the wall, and kicking off my sneakers, I went
inside and hurried upstairs to my bedroom; closing the door behind me.
   I sat on the edge of my bed and then lay back, leaving my legs bent at
the knees and hanging down to the carpeted floor.  I started thinking about
what had just happened; and I was getting funny feelings inside me again,
as I tried to understand it.

    I thought about the other boy, and at first I couldn't understand why I
had gotten so flustered.  But then my young boy parts started to tingle a
bit; and I could feel my soft tube begin to stiffen in my shorts.  And
that's when it really came to me.
   I was attracted to this other kid; physically attracted to him.  Holy
shit...  I had some kind of a boy crush on him.  As the thought occurred to
me, I closed my eyes to once again to picture the image of the other boy in
my mind.

   Plain as day, I could visualize him.  The color and hang of his tee
shirt.  His darker shorts, and tan shoes.  I could clearly see those
wonderfully smooth legs; tanned nicely above the whitest of white ankle
socks.
   Without even realizing it, I had lowered my hand over the front of my
shorts; and I was gently touching my young boy parts, which were tingling
pleasantly there.  I began to gently squeeze myself, almost unknowingly
through my shorts.

   "Mmm..." A slow, soft sigh escaped me as I pictured the boy's face; his
clear blue eyes, and that pleasantly warm smile.  I continued to rub myself
for a minute or two, just thinking about him; wishing that I hadn't
embarrassed myself.
    Of course I was totally stimulated at this point, and I slipped my hand
under the waistband of my shorts, wanting a better feel, as I went over it
in my mind again.  Things were a bit cramped though, so I pulled my hand
out, and quickly unfastened the button of my shorts, and zipped them down.

   Now I had the room to move my hand around, alternately rubbing, and then
squeezing my nearly four and a half inch stiff boy tube.  I hadn't really
decided to jerk off all the way yet; I mean I usually do that when I go to
bed, and I'm stripped naked under my covers.  But this was suddenly feeling
kind of urgent.
   I began rubbing pretty vigorously on top of my underpants, with my
shorts pulled open at the zipper.  "Mmm...." I sighed again, because it
felt so good.

   My mind began to really fantasize, as I thought about the other boy.  I
imagined that I had walked up to him, and he wanted to mess around with me,
as much as I wanted to do it with him.  My palm continued to rub firmly
across my dick; and with my eyes closed, I licked my lips and thought
about...  Well, sexual things with the other boy....  "Oh man, that was a
new one.  Actually messing with another boy.

   I have a pretty vivid imagination, and in no time I could feel the
tingles starting to worm through my gut.  My thighs twitched apart, and
back together a time or two, and I wiggled my toes in my socks.
   My head moved a bit from side to side; and I squirmed my hips against
the bed, as those feelings kept growing.  I thought about it for a second,
deciding that I would just bring myself right to the edge.  You know,
stopping at the last possible instant, before the orgasmic trigger is
pulled.

   "Mmm...  Uhuuuu..." I sighed.  Almost there....  In fact, I was so
almost there, that I had to tense all my muscles, trying to fight from
going over the edge.  Too late!  I tried to push my palm against it, but it
was too late.
   My abs bound up tightly, and I hunched up as if I were doing a stomach
'crunch'.  And just as instantly, my pecker began to spasm and pulse
violently.  I could feel my young boy seed squirt several big spurts into
my underpants.  "Ahhhh, ghhhhhhaaa..." I grunted deeply.

    It felt like the contractions just kept coming.  Rapid fire, one after
another; until they finally quelled.  My stomach relaxed, and I flattened
back out atop my bed; breathing heavily, and moaning softly at how amazing
that had felt.
   My palm was still lying over the top of my underpants; and I could feel
the dampness as my ejaculate soaked through the material.  Holy shit that
felt nice.  I'd never creamed in my underpants before; though I had used a
discarded pair to wipe up after myself from time to time.

   I allowed myself a minute of after pleasure; and then looking down I
pinched the waistband of my undies, and lifted them outward so that I could
see.  Not only was there a large wet spot on the front of my undershorts,
but there was a sticky mess of wetness on my nearly bare pubic rise as
well.  I couldn't believe it.  That was so much more than I'd ever shot
before.  It was sweet.  I lay my head back and closed my eyes again,
pleasantly surprised at the wonderful results.

   Eventually I got up off the bed and went over to my dresser, where I
quickly slid out of my shorts, and pulled off my dampened white underpants;
using them to wipe the rest of the mess from my body.
   I couldn't resist taking a quick and curious whiff; so I held them up to
my nose for a moment and breathed in against the wet spot.  The smell was
mild, and kind of unique; and the dampened shorts left a sticky wetness on
the tip of my nose, which I quickly wiped off on my hand.

  Pulling on a fresh pair of Jockey Briefs, I stuffed the stained ones down
into my dirty clothes hamper, and then pulled my cargo shorts back on.  The
whole thing had been a wild experience, and I knew that I had to find out
more about this other kid; it suddenly became very important to me.


   The rest of the day passed boringly.  It was Sunday, and I decided to
really keep my eyes open at school tomorrow, in hopes that I might spot
this other boy; and find out who he was.
   The day was winding down, and I was in my bedroom, lying on the bed, and
trying to finish up my school homework.  Ya, I know, I had put it off till
the last second, like always.  I mean cripes, it was the weekend.  What
kind of nerd does their homework right away on the weekend, right..?

   It was getting late tough, so after I finished up my math assignment, I
peeled off my clothes and slipped under the covers of my bed.  I had to
read a chapter of some book that the teacher had assigned us in our English
class.
   I struggled through it for awhile; not that I had a hard time reading,
but I was just too distracted to pay attention.  I mean come on; thirteen
years old, lying in a warm bed, relaxed and almost naked...  Of course my
mind wandered.  I started thinking about my 'boy crush' again, and maybe
about jerking off.

   I set the book aside for a moment, and reached under the covers to slip
out of my underwear.  'Ahh, much better...' I thought to myself.  Of
course, that's about the time my dad knocked on my bedroom door, and asked
if I'd finished my homework.
   "Ya...  Mostly.  I'm finishing it now." I called back to him.
   "Good boy.  Night son." He said.
   "Night dad." I answered.  Shit...  I suppose I better finish reading the
chapter first.  I picked up the book again and began to read.  Well,
mostly.  My other hand was under the covers, holding onto my warm boy
sausage.

   Unfortunately it turned out that I was kind of tired; because I ended up
not finishing either thing.  I started nodding off as I read, having to
lift the book from my chest several times as I zoned out.
    Eventually I dropped off altogether, the book laying across my chest,
and my young penis still clutched warmly in my hand as I slept.  Oh well,
there would be other nights...  Many other nights.

   Monday morning I hopped on the school bus for the trip in.  It's really
not that far, and a lot of the time I ride my bike, or even walk.  But
since the bus goes to the next block over, and pretty near to where that
other kid lived; I figured I'd ride today, and keep a look out for him.
   I sat next to Brian, one of my buddies, and looked back at the other
kids on the bus, but I didn't see, him.  At school, I paid more attention
in the hallways than I usually do.
   "Who're you looking for?" Brian asked, as we stood digging books out of
our lockers in the hallway.
   "Huh?  Oh, no one.  Just looking around." I answered.  The corridor was
filled with junior high school kids walking and chattering loudly; and the
usual sounds of metal locker doors banging shut, or quivering oddly when
pulled open.

   I continued to glance around as we walked through the masses, toward our
first period class; but I didn't see him anywhere.  First period went by
fairly quickly; but as the morning went on, the clock seemed to slow down.
   By the end of third period, it already beginning to feel like a long
day.  I'd kept looking for the boy between each class, to no avail.  Then,
just as I was wondering if it was a lost cause; I caught sight of him.

   We were at our lockers, changing books for fourth period, and getting
ready to go to lunch, and there he was.  I could feel a quick rush of
excitement as soon as I laid eyes on him.  He was walking through the
throng of students at the far end of the hall, wearing white shorts, and a
red Nike shirt.

   "Brian." I said, bumping my hand on his shoulder to get his attention.
Brian looked over at me from his locker, which was right next to mine.
"Who's that kid in the red shirt?" I asked, pointing down the hall.
   "Shit if I know." Brian answered, as he craned his head to see who I was
talking about.  "Why..?"
   "Um, just curious is all." I replied.  And just like the day before, I
couldn't take my eyes off of him "See ya at lunch, kay?!" I told Brian,
before slipping down the corridor trying to get a closer look.
   Brian just shook his head, probably wondering why I was acting weird
today.  Anyway, I weaved through the kids in the hall trying to catch up.
But if you've ever been in a junior high hallway between periods, you know
it's like trying to walk through a heard of cattle; going the other way.

   I could feel excitement building in me as I slowly closed the gap; and
trying to keep myself unnoticed at the same time.  I could feel my heart
beating anxiously as I got closer.
   Finally I was only about twenty feet away, and just across the hall from
him.  I swallowed hard, and my mouth felt kinda dry.  He was having the
same effect on me that he did the other day; it was just the strangest
thing.

   I mean, this was so weird.  I knew all about puberty, and hormones and
stuff.  After all, we had health class last year; which was totally stupid
by the way.  Everyone was either too shy, or too embarrassed to ask any
real questions.
   In stead, the teacher just presented the basic, by the book curriculum;
which showed us the most lame videos on the subject, and the teacher made
it sound about as exciting as eating dry toast.  I learned more about this
stuff in one afternoon, at home on the internet.
   And the pictures were much better on the internet anyway.  Not to
mention, that I was able to wank off when I found something that interested
me.  I mean, try doing that in class some time...

   Anyway, even with all the junk I had read, I was still confused.  But,
there I was, just across the hall from this kid, wishing that I had the
guts; or in this case, the balls to talk to him.
   "Grayson..."  I heard someone call out, and the boy turned around with a
smile, to talk to the person who had just called out his name.  Aha...
Grayson, I thought; finally at least knew his first name.  That's a start,
right!

   I heard the bell ringing down the hall.  It was the one minute bell,
before the next class started.  I had lunch next so it didn't matter to me,
but I saw 'Grayson' and the person he was talking to, urgently turn toward
their next class.
   That's when he noticed me.  There I was, staring stupidly at him again,
just as he and the dozens of other students whisked past to reach their
classrooms before the final bell.
   I saw him turn his head back to look at me, with a curious smile on his
lips.  He nodded his head back once, to acknowledge that he'd seen me; and
I'm quite sure I turned a little red, knowing that I'd been caught looking
at him, again!


   He must be thinking I'm a total douche at this point...  But then again,
he was smiling, wasn't he!  Hurrying off, I went across to the lunchroom
and sat with my friend Brian, till lunch was over.  I even managed to
finish reading the rest of that chapter for English class.
   Anyway, the rest of the day passed kinda slowly; but unfortunately I
didn't get to see the other boy again in the hallways all afternoon.  After
school, I went home and rode around for awhile on my bike; and I ended up
cruising past his cul-de-sac a time or two, casually glancing down it each
time, just in case he might be there.
   Nothing...  I had to wonder what I would have done, even if I had seen
him.  Probably would have embarrassed myself again.  I did end up tossing
off that night, as I lay in bed thinking about him; and hoping I'd get to
see him the next day.

   Tuesday morning at school, I had decided to try something different.
Things started much the same way, but this time after third period I had
positioned myself down the hall where I had seen Grayson the day before.  I
was determined to say hi to him, if he saw me this time.
   Well, he did see me; before I even saw him.  "Hi David." I heard someone
say from just behind me.  I turned my head as the boy walked past me.  It
was him.  Did he just say hi to me, and call me by name?
   "H... Hi Grayson." I managed, softly in return.  Oh shit...  How did he
know my name?  I was kind of thunderstruck; but there he was, casually
making eye contact with me as he walked past.

   My hands were actually trembling a bit, and suddenly I felt like a big
wuss.  I never get nervous like this; I don't know what my problem is.
Grayson had continued walking to his locker and had just opened it; as I
stood against the other wall, watching.
   He was wearing shorts again, and as he crouched down to exchange some
books, I couldn't help but notice those smooth, wonderful calf muscles
again.  Everything about him seemed to interest me; I felt like a little
love struck puppy.  I'm surprised I didn't just pee on the floor out of
excitement.

   The bell rang again, and I watched after him as he hurried down the hall
to his next class.  He went into one of the classrooms down the hall; and I
couldn't resist walking past it on my way to lunch.  When I got to the
door, I recognized that it was Mr.  Hinchey's classroom.  He teaches
History, but I'm not in his class; I know him because this happens to be my
homeroom.
   I peeked through the window in the door, and looked around the room till
I spotted Grayson along the far side of the room, second desk back.
Mr. Hinchey was sitting at his desk, and he stood up when he noticed me
peeking in the window.

   "Shit..."  I turned away quickly and started to walk down the hall.  I
hadn't taken many steps when the door swung open and Mr. Hinchey half
leaned, half stepped out in the corridor.

   "David?!" He said.
   "Uh, yes sir?" I turned around to face him.
   "Did you need something?" The teacher queried.
   "Umm, no sir.  I was...  Just on my way to lunch."
   "I see.  Well, unless I'm very much mistaken, this isn't the lunchroom,
so...." He smiled a little, and I started to walk toward the cafeteria.  I
stopped though, and looked back at the teacher.
   "Mr. Hinchey..."  I said
   "Yes David?"
   "That kid in the second desk, by the wall..." I started, in hushed
tones.  Mr. Hinchey glanced back into the classroom.
   "You mean Grayson?" he asked.  I nodded, not really sure what to say
next.  Mr.  Hinchey cocked his head slightly, probably wondering what I was
on about.
   "Well, I guess I was wondering if he's, I don't know...  A nice guy, I
guess?" I asked the teacher; feeling totally stupid now; wishing I hadn't
said anything.

   Mr. Hinchey glanced back into the classroom for a second, before turning
to answer me.  "Grayson's a good kid, yes.  Very polite, positive, and a
good student.  Why do you ask?"
   "Uh, I don't know...  Just, well, curious is all." I stammered.  Geeze,
how stupid did that sound.  Mr. Hinchey gave me an inquisitive look.
   "Well...  David, if you're looking at him as a friend, or a role model;
he'd be a good one to have.  Does that answer your question?"  I nodded up
at him.  "Now, the lunchroom is that way David..." He replied with a little
smile, as he pointed down the hall.
   "Ya...  Thanks Mr. Hinchey."  I turned and walked quickly down the hall
to finish out the lunch period.

   The rest of the day passed rather slowly.  My mind was half on school
work, and half trying to figure out what to do next.  I mean, you can't
just walk up to someone and say, 'Hi, wanna' be friends..?'  That would be
stupid, right?
   Not a clue...  The bell finally sounded to end the final period of the
school day, and I made my way to my locker, as usual to put some books
away.  That's when things took an apparent turn in my favor.

   "Hey." I heard an easy voice call out from behind me.  I turned around
and saw Grayson standing there just behind me.
   "Oh... Uh, hi." I answered quietly.  I could feel my pulse racing
suddenly, in surprise, if not a little fear.
   "So, I noticed you outside Mr. Hinchey's class today.  After class he
mentioned that he thought I had an admirer." Grayson told me in his soft,
boyish voice.  Oh shit...  I could feel a deep shiver come across me, as I
fumbled for words.
         "No I...  I was just...." Oh man, I couldn't even think of what to
say.
   "Seems like I've been seeing you all over the place lately." Grayson
observed with a little smile.
   "Sorry... I mean, sometimes I get kind of nervous around people." I
offered, as an excuse for all my bumbling.  Which isn't really true
actually.  This boy is the only one I seem to get nervous around.

   "So, maybe you wanna talk a little." Grayson suggested.  "Look, I've got
wrestling practice in the Gym now; but after that, around five if you
want..."  I'm sure I was looking at him with a bewildered look on my face.
   "Ya... Umm, ya sure, that's cool." I told him.  He smiled once, then
turned and headed quickly for the gymnasium.  I stood there for a minute,
thinking.  I really needed to get my act together, or he really would think
I was an idiot.

   I finished putting my books away, and after grabbing my backpack I
figured I could head down toward the gym and watch the wrestling team
practice.  I didn't go into the locker room, but in through the main doors;
where I slipped up into the bleachers.
   There were four or five other kids kinda hanging around in there; but I
sat away from them, wanting to be unnoticed.  After a few minutes, the
wrestling team filed out of the locker room and onto the gym floor, where
they started running laps to warm up.

   I have to say, I was intrigued when I saw Grayson.  Some of the boys
were wearing sweats; probably trying to sweat, to make their wrestling
weight; but some, like Grayson, were wearing their wrestling singlet's.
Tight, formfitting wrestling outfits that were just that, formfitting...
   I could see the rounded bulge of Grayson's groin; snugged tightly behind
the red Lycra body suit.  Did I mention my pulse quicken, because it surly
did.  The boys continued to jog around for ten minutes or so, as the coach
hauled out the wrestling mats and arranged them on the floor.

   Grayson glanced up at me once or twice, and I had to wonder what he was
thinking about.  I continued to sit quietly as practice continued.  The
wrestlers had paired up, and were going through various take downs, and
escapes.
   I have to say, I started to bone up a time or two as I watched Grayson
and his teammate slide, and roll around; firmly gripping and twisting
together like they were.  When the other boy reached through Grayson's legs
for a hold; I had to wonder what that would be like, to feel his bulge
pressing against my arm like that.  I shivered at the thought...

   Fortunately I had my backpack sitting over my lap at that point, hiding
the prominent bulge in my own shorts.  It also concealed my fingers, which
I was using occasionally to squeeze myself through my board shorts.
   Finally the coach blew his whistle, and practice was concluded.  Most of
the boys filtered back into the locker room to shower and change; but a few
of them, including Grayson, hung around to run a few extra laps, and help
the coach stow the wrestling mats in a little side room off the gymnasium
floor, before heading in.

   I waited for a few minutes in the bleachers, but my curiosity finally
got the best of me, and I climbed down and wandered over toward the locker
room; deciding to maybe take a peek inside.
   The boys locker room was filled with the usual sights, and smells of
course.  There was a mildly sweaty odor; with a heavy dampness to the air
from the steaming water of the showers.  There were a few voices, echoing
hollowly as they do, around the lockers and the damp tiled floor.
   Wet towels lay strewn across a few of the benches.  A stray sock that
someone had dropped; and an occasional kid, either drying his hair with a
towel, or sitting on the bench as they pulled up their socks.

   I walked slowly past the rows of lockers, glancing casually as I looked
for Grayson.  And then I saw him.  He was down at the far end of the forth
row, standing on the other side of the bench.  His back was mostly to me
and he was naked, having just come from the showers.
   Ok, my heart took off at that point, as this unexplained excitement
coursed through me.  Oh shit....  Just to look at his sweet body.  He was
wonderful.  It wasn't just his rounded calves that were exciting me now, it
was all of him.

   He was lean and fit, with beautifully smooth tanned skin.  His lower
back arched out somewhat, causing his brilliantly formed butt cheeks to
protrude just a bit.  They were white, creamy smooth, and clearly showing a
distinct tan line.  But oh man, his butt was compact, firm and round, with
a little dimple at the side of them.  Even his bare feet were small and
compact, still boyish looking.  I shivered, again.


   He started drying his hair with his towel, and though I only had a
profile view of him, I could see the tip of his dick bouncing around.  From
here, it looked like he wasn't circumcised; and that sent a another
pleasurable shiver through me.  I'd seen plenty of pictures online, of boys
dicks both cut, and not.  Since I'm cut, I was always intrigued when I saw
one that wasn't; it was exciting to me.
   I was starting to get those funny feelings in my gut as I stood,
nervously watching him; and just then two other boys came walking around
the corner, so unfortunately I had to move on, and head out the door into
the hallway.

   I stood there leaning against the wall, with my book bag in front of me;
hiding the still obvious lump in my shorts.  I wanted to run into the
bathroom and wank myself.  The sight of my 'boy crush' without his clothes
on was making my stomach tumble around like the inside of a clothes dryer.
   The locker room door swung open and a boy walked out, heading out of the
gym; then another few came out half a minute later.  Finally the door
opened again; and there was Grayson.  His hair was still damp, and kind of
messy, like he hadn't combed it; but he looked really cute like that.  He
smiled when he saw me there.

   "Hi." he offered.  "Sorry that took so long, but I had to shower and
stuff."
   "That's ok." I replied, as we headed for the door.  "You looked good...
Wrestling I mean." I think I blushed a little, cause I started thinking
about seeing in the locker room.
   "So, let's walk home.  You live up by me somewhere right?"
   "Uh, ya." I admitted a little timidly.  We walked out of the gym and
across the courtyard and up the street toward our neighborhood; neither of
us speaking for a minute; but each of us glancing at one another from time
to time.  At length, Grayson opened it up.

   "So...  What's up?  Seems like you've been kinda following me around
lately.  First I see you at the grocery store that day.  You were acting, I
don't know; a little sketchy.  And then I've spotted you half a dozen other
times in the last few days.  And today at Mr.  Hinchey's class.  All a
little coincidental, don't you think.!?" Grayson mentioned, as he glanced
at me casually.
   "Ya.  I mean, no..." I mumbled, trying to get a grip.  I took a deep
breath.

   "Look.  I'm sorry.  It's just that... When I saw you at the store that
day, well, there was just something that I...  I seemed to like about you;
I don't know." I stumbled, once again feeling a bit flushed.  "I wanted to,
to say hi to you.  To meet you, I guess....  But, well you saw how I
handled that."
   "Go on..." Grayson encouraged, after a moment.
   "Well, then I saw where you lived.  But then, I guess you saw me, huh?"
I asked, and the other boy looked at me and nodded.  "I don't know why it
is but...  I just, get all nervous around people I don't know.  That sounds
kinda stupid, huh?"

   Grayson thought about it for a moment.  "No... Not really.  So, why is
it you seem to have taken a liking to me?" He asked.  Suddenly I felt
really embarrassed.  I knew exactly why I liked him.  I was attracted to
him for cryin' out loud.  But I couldn't really tell him that now, could
I...
   I stopped walking, and stared at the ground; suddenly feeling lost, and
scared.  I mean, if I told him the truth; he might totally freak, and tell
everyone in school, and...  And it would be social suicide.

   Suddenly I felt his hand on my shoulder.  I looked up timidly, and
Grayson was just standing there with a soft little smile, and a genuine
look of compassion on his face.
   "How old are you?"  He asked quietly.
   "Just turned thirteen." I breathed.
   "David, can I ask you something.  You said you liked me, right?"  I
nodded quietly at him.  "So...  Are you saying that you like me as a
friend; or do you like me, like me?  I blushed full on now, as I turned my
eyes to the ground again, and started to well up with fear.  Long moments
passed...
   "Both, I guess."  It was barely a whisper.  I couldn't believe I had
even said that.  I wanted to run, to hide away somewhere; but my legs felt
numb, and I was having a hard time even breathing.

   His hand was still on my shoulder, and I felt him squeeze it just a
little, so I looked up into his eyes.  He looked at me.  His eyes studied
mine, as if curiously searching for something.
   He moved then, and started to walk away...  I'd blown it, hadn't I.  He
was walking off, and my fate was sealed; I wanted to fall to the ground,
curl up and die.  But then, just as suddenly, the boy stopped and looked
back at me.
   "Come on..." He said quietly.  Grayson turned, and started walking up
his street.  I stood there for a moment, not knowing what to think; and
without really knowing what to do, I started to follow after him.
   We walked down his cul-de-sac to the fourth house, and across his yard.
Grayson took hold of the lanyard around his neck, and unlocked the front
door to his house.  He slipped off his shoes in the entryway, and looking
back, he motioned with his head for me to come in.

   I swallowed dryly, and stepped through the front door.  "No shoes in the
house..."  Grayson said, letting me know to kick mine off in the entryway.
I was feeling totally unsure of myself as we went into the house.
   Grayson had made no indication what so ever, as to what he was thinking,
or feeling.  I know that I was really nervous now.  I mean, I didn't think
he was going to get mad, and like, beat me up or anything; but still my
fate was in his hands.

   "Want a Coke or something?"  Grayson asked casually, as he pulled off
his book bag and laid it on the hardwood floor of the hallway.
   "No thanks, I'm good." I answered.  I started to look around the room
while we stood there.  Grayson decided to grab a Gatorade for himself, and
I followed him slowly into the kitchen.  He grabbed one for himself, and
held it up toward me.
   "You sure?" He asked, offering it once more.  I kind of shrugged, and
smiled timidly.
   "Well, ok I guess.  Thanks."  He handed me the bottle, then reached in
to take another for himself; which he promptly guzzled down.  Guess he
needed some hydration after the long wrestling practice.

   I looked around again, noticing a number of framed family pictures on
one of the side tables in the hall.  There were pictures of Grayson there;
some old, some new, with other family members, and several of him alone.
   One in particular was of him probably at about eleven years old.  He was
sitting cross legged in the grass, barefoot and wearing nothing but a short
pair of soccer shorts.  Oh my gosh he looked so cute...  His hair was a
little longer then, and his young body was just as sweet looking then as it
was now.  I swallowed harshly as I looked at it.

   Grayson noticed me looking at the picture, and he smiled slightly as he
walked past me in the hall.  "Come on, I'll show you my room." He said
softly.  I followed him upstairs and down the hallway to his bedroom.
   The room was kinda cool actually; with a cozy chair and a double bed.
The walls were soft warm colors; it all felt very comfortable.  I saw his
skateboard on the floor, and an acoustic guitar propped up against one of
the walls.  He had a small desk, along one wall, with a lap top computer on
it.
     I couldn't help but notice that his bed was neatly made, and the room
for the most part was nicely kept, except for a discarded shirt and a pair
of dirty socks strewn loosely on the floor.  Grayson picked them up, as if
embarrassed; and tossed them into a hamper in the closet.

   There was an awkward silence for a moment, and once again I began to
feel a little nervous, you know.  I was really vulnerable here wasn't I.
After all, I'd more or less confessed that I liked Grayson.
   We talked casually for several minutes.  Just benign stuff really; what
music we liked, what sports and stuff we were into; the people at school
that we both knew.  Grayson seemed to study me with his eyes as we talked.
I smiled awkwardly a few times, but ended up usually looking away, or
timidly down at the floor.

   After a time, I noticed his alarm clock by the bed.  It was nearly six o
clock, which surprised me a little.  I hadn't even been home yet after
school, and I supposed my mom would be wondering where I was.  Having
stayed after to watch Grayson wrestle, and then come to his house; I'd
forgotten all about it.
   "Umm...  I think I should be getting home now.  My mom's probably
wondering..." I mentioned, after a brief pause in our conversation.
Grayson glanced at the clock.
   "Oh, ya.  My folks should be home any minute now." He responded, as he
stood up from his bed.

   We walked downstairs, and paused at the landing near the front door.  I
still had the bottle of unopened Gatorade in my hand.  "Forgot about this."
I mentioned, as I reached out to hand it back to Grayson.
   He reached out to take it from me; his warm hand softly touching mine
for a moment.  It didn't feel long, but...  It lingered there, didn't it?
For just a second.  Longer than it should have been; his hand touching
mine.  Did that mean something, or was I just kinda reading into the
innocent contact.

   We stood there for just a moment, and then the front door rattled open.
It was Grayson's mother, coming in from work.  "Hi mom." He greeted her.
Was he blushing slightly, or was I just imagining that as well?
   He introduced me to his mom, as a 'friend' of his.  And after a moment
of chit chat, I quickly said my goodbyes, and headed out the door.  As I
walked toward the street I chanced a look back; to see Grayson still
standing in the doorway, still watching after me.  He had a faint smile on
his face; and I waved briefly back at him before turning and hurrying home.


   When I got home, I told my mother where I'd been; but it didn't seem to
be a big deal really, so I hurried up to my bedroom, closing the door
behind me.  I fell back onto my bed, and closed my eyes.
   My throat was dry, and my fingers were trembling slightly; either out of
fear or excitement, I'm not sure which.  Was it the thrill of everything
that had happened?  Or the fear that I still had no idea what Grayson was
thinking.
   Excitement seemed to own me however, and my youthful penis was already
swollen with my pubescent horniness.  I reached down quickly to undue my
shorts; and then slid both them and my undies down my legs.

    There was already dampness at the tip of my young erection; and my dick
twitched when my fingers took hold of it.  Of course my mind drifted back
to the locker room, and the sight of a naked Grayson, my unexpected boy
crush.  The creamy smoothness of his skin was as plain to me now as it had
been when I had actually seen him.
    I began squeezing my youthful, four and a half inch boy tube, as I
started to relive the entire thing in my mind.  My dick seemed more turgid
than usual; swollen hard, the rim of my glans looking a bit reddish.  I
began stroking meaningfully.

   It wasn't long before my hips were moving a little from side to side,
causing my butt cheeks to wiggle, which seemed to stimulate my own soft
pink anus.  "Mmmm...." I sighed to myself, as all the usual body movements,
and twitches began to come over me.
   With my shirt pulled up, my free hand slid softly across my naked
abdomen and nearly bare pubic mound.  So soft...  So warm and smooth to the
touch.  A glistening pearl of precum rolled from my reddened slit, an onto
my thumb; and I switched hands quickly, so that I could suck the thick boy
syrup off my thumb with my lips.  "Mmm... Mmmm..."

   In my mind, I kissed Grayson, and I could imagine the heat of his skin
against mine.  Even in fantasy, this was the farthest I had ever taken my
mental imagery.  I really wanted this...  Hoped for it.  My knees banged
together, then apart with an involuntary jerk, as impulses were rising in
me.  "Ohuuu.... Ohu..." I moaned softly.
   I imagined my tongue, tenderly plying Grayson's lips, and him willingly
opening them to take my tongue into his mouth...  With my free hand, I
rubbed my inner thigh, grazing my scrotum; tenderly lifting my young
testicles with the back of my hand.
   I slipped my fingertips down, into the heated space below my balls and
anus.  Rubbing, massaging and fondling my private area; all the while
imagining that it was Grayson stimulating me this was.  "Ohhh......" I
moaned repeatedly.

   My thighs tensed with the impending build up.  I could feel my pink anus
clench, as my middle finger strayed over the heated boy grommet.  My hips
shifted in delight.  "Mmmh..."  Another sticky droplet of pre-honey drooled
from my straining member.  It's sticky residue smearing on my finger, and
the soft clutch of skin at the juncture of my glans and shaft...  "Ohh, oh
shit...." I sighed in pleasure.
   My feet seemed to strain and move into odd angles, as the tingles and
sensations gripped me from my legs to my toes.  It was getting so close...
"Uhhhhh....."

   I could feel it building, building...  My body tensed, and suddenly the
warm expanded feeling of pressure as hot boy seed coursed up my urethra and
my orgasm came crushing out of me.  My back arched as my head rolled back
with clenched eyes; an a hefty spurt of seed dotted my cheek and neck.
Another pulse of heated liquid plopped onto the left side of my chest...
After that, I don't know.  There were a number of deep spasms in my
genitals, but If anything else came out it was lost somewhere.

   Finally I settled back onto my bedspread, winded and licking my lips.  I
could feel the moistness of sweat between my butt cheeks; and I slid my
fingers through the wet droplets spattered on my chest.  I massaged the
sticky wetness of it around my nipple, and sighed pleasurably...  My boy
tube twitched again as I gave it another little squeeze.  A clinging drop
of clear juice eased from my reddish slit...  "Ohhh..." One last sensuous
tingle...
   I touched it with my finger; and as I lifted it away, a single
threadlike strand clung form penis tip, to fingertip.  I pulled it to my
lips, and rubbed it there; as if Grayson's was kissing me...  Whew....

   I lay there for awhile, wanting more; needing more.  Wanting the real
deal.  And yet, I still had no idea what Grayson was thinking.  I already
knew that tomorrow could be a very big day.  Either Grayson would out me,
by mentioning the obvious 'boy crush' that I had on him; or he would keep
it to himself; and maybe, just maybe...  Yes, one way or the other,
tomorrow would be a big day...


			      End of Part One


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