Date: Sat, 20 Oct 2012 12:23:58 -0700
From: Ian Bridge <about.a.boy@hotmail.com>
Subject: Unexpected Boy Crush Part Two
*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, you're more than
welcome to stay.
Story by; About A Boy / This Boy's Life
Unexpected Boy Crush
Part Two / Conclusion
When my alarm went off the following morning, I simply lay there for
awhile, thinking about what had happened yesterday, between Grayson and I.
Essentially I did everything but actually tell him that I had a crush on
him. I had told him that I more than liked him.
His response had been rather confusing to me; neither shunning me, nor
admitting any common ground. I was left, kind of dangerously hanging out
there. I mean, he could more or less out me at school; or just maybe...
I threw off my bed covers exposing my naked boy body, and sitting up I
swung my legs over the side of my bed; my bare feet resting on the soft
carpet of my bedroom floor. With a little stretch, I hopped off the bed
and walked across to my dresser, and stood looking at myself in the mirror.
In the reflection, I saw a young boy; barely turned thirteen. My body
looked pretty good, I thought. Lean, and youthful; with smooth blemish
free skin, still boyishly devoid of any body hair. Looking down at my
junk, I examined it curiously.
I had nearly a dozen soft, silky pubic hairs ringing my dick; and I
casually stroked my finger across them, as I gazed at myself in the mirror.
My youthful boy dick hung loosely over my testicles; and I suppose the lack
of pubic hair on my mound made it look longer somehow.
It was still just about three and a quarter inches long when soft.
Remember, I told you that I had measured it recently. Anyway, without a
bush of pubes, it kinda looked bigger than it actually was.
My balls hung loosely below in the smoothest of skin purses; and I
played my fingers over the soft pouch as I examined them in the mirror. I
though about Grayson, and from what I had seen of him in the locker room
the other day, I'm pretty sure he isn't circumcised.
The thought was exciting to me somehow, since mine is cut. Curious, I
pulled at the skin on my own tube, stretching it down to try and cover my
tip. I could see the ridge of my glans beneath the thin layer of stretched
skin, and the sight gave me pleasant shiver.
Letting it go, I watched the skin quickly peel back off the head,
returning to it's normal position. Geeze that looked so cool. I wondered
what it must be like for Grayson. I wondered if his dickhead was purplish,
like I had seen in some pictures on the internet.
Already I could feel my young boy part begin to stiffen as I though
about the other boy. Unfortunately, I didn't have time to do anything
about it now though. I needed to take a quick shower, grab something quick
for breakfast, and then head out to school.
A short time later I was at the bus stop, climbing into the big yellow
school bus for the short ride to the middle school. As usual, I sat next
to my friend Brian, and we jabbered about soccer and other typical stuff
till we got there.
In the hallway we stopped at our lockers, and I kept a lookout trying to
see if Grayson was somewhere in the corridors. I knew where his locker
was, but I didn't spot him this morning; and I have to admit I was feeling
a little nervous about what could happen today.
I didn't see him in the hallways between each of the first three
classes, and of course my anxiety was building. I immediately started to
think that something was wrong; that he was mad at me or something, for
telling him that I liked him. Stupid, I guess. Funny how you start to
think everything is about you...
I had first lunch; and after I ate, I walked down the hall toward
Mr. Hinchey's classroom. I knew that Grayson was in his class at that
time; so I thought I'd peek in the door to see if he was there.
He wasn't at his desk when I looked through the window; and instantly I
felt a touch of disappointment, figuring he must have stayed home today.
That sucked, I was really hoping to see him again today.
Turning away, I walked down the hall to the boy's lavatory; needing to
take a piss. There was another boy was just coming out as I went in; and
we nodded casually at each other in greeting as we passed one another.
The can was empty, and I walked over to one of the three urinals along
the wall; pulling my zipper down as I reached it. Hooking a thumb on my
undies, I pulled them down a bit, and fished my boyhood out through the
opening; and settled in to piss into the porcelain bowl.
All these bathrooms smelled the same, I thought. A light scent coming
from the little waxy toilet cakes in the urinal. Unconsciously I aimed my
stream at it as I stood there. And just then, I noticed movement, as
someone walked up to one of the other urinals alongside me. A quick
glance; it was Grayson.
Immediately I could feel my heartbeat quicken with nervous excitement as
we made eye contact. "Hey..." Grayson greeted me with a surprisingly warm
smile.
"Hey." I responded, with an awkward smile of my own. I could hear him
unzip, and then his stream started to splash into the adjacent urinal.
"I saw you come in here." Grayson said. "I was just coming back from
the office to Mr. Hinchey's class, and I thought I'd come in and say hi."
He said quietly. I swallowed roughly, a little embarrassed, and a little
excited.
I don't know why it is that people seem to be compelled to check one
another out, but... I wasn't able to resist, and casually I peeked over
the low little panel that supposedly separates the urinals. I don't know
why they even bother with them; they are so small, it really doesn't
provide any privacy what so ever.
Anyway, I could clearly see the tip of Grayson's young penis, and the
yellow stream emanating from it. I shivered. Indeed, he wasn't
circumcised; and it excited me to see his stream pouring through the
gathered flesh of his foreskin.
I swallowed, and glanced up at him; only to see him looking directly in
my eyes, with a subdued grin on his face. I blushed instantly of course,
and turned my head away; afraid of what he might be thinking.
It was a bit surprising then, when I noticed him move slightly; and I
saw that he was glancing down over the divider, and checking out my boy
part as well. I shivered once again, just knowing he was looking at my
dick. My urine stream began to taper off, as I was finished; and after a
final squirt or two, I shook my dick to dislodge the last few drops.
"Nice..." I faintly heard Grayson whisper. At least, that's what it
sounded like. Nervously I gave my undies a tug, covering my member back
up, and then zipped up my shorts. I could see Grayson's body wiggle a bit,
as he shook off the last few drops as well; and then we both walked over to
the sinks to wash our hands.
"So... You wanna come and watch my wrestling practice again after
school?" He asked suddenly.
"Do you... Want me to?" I asked. He nodded with his cute boyish smile.
"Ya, if you want." He told me. "I better get back to class now, so I'll
see you after, then..?" I smiled casually and nodded my head in the
affirmative. Grayson grinned, and left the bathroom.
I stood there for a moment, flush with excitement. It seemed like he
was good with what I had told him yesterday. You know, about 'liking' him
and all. My fingers were actually trembling a bit, as I thought about all
of this; and realized the he had looked at my dick.
The rest of the day went by rather slowly; and after the final bell, I
went to my locker and grabbed my backpack, and then headed down to the
gymnasium. Climbing up into the bleachers once again; I sat up near the
top to watch, as wrestling practice got under way.
Once again, Grayson was wearing his tight fitting wrestling singlet;
which outlined his young body nicely. Particularly the tight bulge of his
groin. And, when he rolled over on the matt, in one wrestling move or
another; I could also clearly see his buttocks, as the tight material
seemed to cling, if not ride up his butt crack.
It didn't take long for me to spring a bit of a boner, which I hid once
again with my book bag. Grayson looked up at me a few times; which kind of
made me happy to think that he was interested, and thinking about me in
some way.
Practice finally ended, and most of the boys headed toward the locker
room to shower up. Grayson stayed behind again, like last time to run a
few extra laps around the gym. Then he and one other boy rolled up the
wrestling mats, and rolled them off into the storage room.
The other boy then headed in for the showers, but Grayson looked up at
me in the stands, and motioned for me to come down. I stepped down from
the bleachers and walked across the hardwood gym floor toward him.
He gave me a little grin, and then glancing around to see if anyone was
looking, he opened the door to the storage room and motioned for me to
follow him inside. He closed the door behind us, and he sat causally on
one of the rolled up wrestling mats.
"You're a pretty good wrestler." I told him honestly.
"Thanks David." he replied, as he unlaced his wrestling shoes, and used
the toe of his right foot to pry the other shoe off his foot. "You ever
wrestle?" He asked casually, prying the other shoe off.
"Na, not really. Well, just messing around with friends and stuff, you
know." I told him, as I sat down on the floor, near one of the rolled up
pads. Grayson pulled his socks off, one at a time, and he glanced over at
me.
"Want me to show you a few moves?" He asked suddenly. I shrugged.
"Sure, I guess..." I answered, trying not to sound too anxious. But I
really wanted to do it actually, because obviously this would involve
physical contact; and with him still wearing his skin tight wrestling
singlet, the idea seemed pretty good to me.
"Kick your sneakers off." He suggested. So I slipped out of my Nike's.
"Now get down on your hands and knees on the mat." He told me. "This is
called the referees position."
Grayson knelt down beside me on one knee, and wrapped one of his arms
around my body; his hand flat against my belly. "So, you're in the bottom
position..." He explained, as he sidled in closely to me. He put his other
hand on my elbow, and his chin in the middle of my back.
"And I'm in the top position." He said. I could feel his lap, pressing
in slightly against my rump. His body was still warm from wrestling
practice, and I could feel the moistness of his sweaty body as he was
wrapped around me like this.
"Now, when I say go, you do a quick sit out, and try to spin away from
me. Ready?"
"Uh huh, I guess..." I answered. But the truth was, I would have been
more than content to let him hold onto me this way for awhile. I could
feel the warmth of his youthful groin, pressing a little more tightly
against my bottom.
"Go..." He said suddenly. Quickly I thrust one of my legs out, and
tried to spin out, away from his grip, as I had seen them do when I watched
them practice. Of course I was doomed from the very beginning; and Grayson
quickly twisted around, rolling me onto my back.
His warm body was pressed against me, as he locked me up in some hold or
another; and his sweat dampened cheek was all but touching mine. I
squirmed a little beneath him, but I could feel the strength in his young
muscles as he controlled me.
His legs were spread wide, so I couldn't roll him; and his groin was
pressing into my thigh. In other circumstances I probably would really
enjoy lying like this.
Grayson smiled, and released his grip on me. "Ok, your turn." He said,
as he got to his knees. "You take top position now, and I'll be on the
bottom." Boy, if only we were talking about something else, I'd be in
heaven right now.
He got down on all fours, and explained how I should put my arm around
him, as he had done to me. I took a look at him, kneeling there. His
tight wrestling outfit snugged around his buttocks, and slightly up into
his crack.... Are you kidding me; I'm amazed I didn't pop a boner right
then...
I couldn't help but look at his wonderfully, smooth calves; those sweet
rounded muscles, free of hair, and glistening in a fine sheen of sweat.
'Oh man.' I thought to myself, as I nestled in around him, slipping in
close... Shit, now it was my groin that was pressed offhandedly against
the warm rounded curve of his bottom.
"Ready? Go..." Grayson called out, and he spun away so quickly I barely
had time to react. He twisted around me, but I managed to gain my feet for
a moment, and crouched facing him. He was smiling at me; and with another
quick move he was on me again, reaching between my legs as he flipped me
over.
I could feel his arm rubbing against my crotch; and like I said, in
other circumstances this would have been great. Before I knew it, I was on
my back, with him smiling, and sitting across my abdomen, pinning my wrists
to the floor above my head.
His face was only a foot away from mine, and we looked at each other.
Grayson was smiling down at me. We were both slightly winded, and I could
feel the warmth of his breath as it washed over my face.
A single drop of sweat fell from his hair, and landed softly on my
cheek; and all I could do was look up into those wonderfully intense green
eyes. They seemed to gleam with passion. Or at least, that's what I
wanted it to be..
Several seconds passed, as we looked wordlessly at each other. I could
feel his labored breaths on my face, and also an awkward tension; and for a
moment... I thought he had moved his face a little closer to mine. I lay
there, nervous with anticipation; wondering... Hoping that my little boy
crush was about to become real.
His head dipped again, ever so slightly. I was still breathing heavily,
a little bit from the exertion, but more so with lustful anticipation... I
know I was getting funny feelings in my belly; and I lifted my head an inch
off the floor glancing briefly, nervously at his lips.
Suddenly there were some sounds coming from somewhere outside the door;
muted voices, drawing closer. Grayson looked toward the door for a second,
and then sat up, letting go of my arms. He hopped up to his feet, and
turning back to look at me, he smiled mischievously; then extended his
hand, to help pull me up from the mat.
I was feeling a little embarrassed now, at what had... Well, almost
happened. I mean, it did almost happen, didn't it? Or was I so infatuated
with Grayson, and wanted this so badly that I exaggerated what was going on
in my own mind.
"Come on..." Grayson said, as he picked up his shoes and socks. I
stooped to retrieve my shoes as well, and we walked to the door. Grayson
stood and listened for a second, then opened the storage room door and
casually stepped out.
The Coach, and another teacher were standing out on the gym floor, kind
of looking the other way, and they really didn't even notice us as we
stepped out of the little room. We walked away from that door, and started
to head toward the locker room.
We looked back, as Grayson's coach called out to him. "Hey Gray..." He
said.
"Ya coach." Grayson replied, as we looked back at him.
"Gray, I have a teachers staff meeting to attend. If you're gonna hit
the showers, will you lock up the towel cage when your finished? The
janitor won't be in till six to clean up."
"Sure coach, no problem..." Grayson assured him. And with that, we
slipped through the door into the boy's locker room.
Grayson smiled at me again, as we walked through the rows of lockers.
The room was totally empty now, but for one other boy who was just swinging
his locker shut. He said hi to Grayson and then grabbing up his backpack,
he headed out of the locker room.
We walked down the row and stood in front of his locker, and Grayson
stepped one leg up over the bench and sat down straddling it. Feeling a
little bit out of place, I sat down a few feet in front of him; and glanced
nervously from him, to the floor.
He put his bare foot up on the bench, and idly brushed away some sock
fuzzies, that had stuck to his toes. Geeze he looked so fine to me. His
boyish foot was nicely shaped, and smooth... Of course with his leg up
like that, I could also see the nice definition of his tanned bare calf and
thigh.
Grayson's tight wrestling singlet was form fit to him, and with his leg
up on the bench like that, the clear compressed outline of his boy parts
was right there in view to me. I swallowed, as I felt my heart beating
quickly in my chest, and timidly I looked to the floor again.
"I need to shower..." Grayson said casually, as he slipped off the
shoulder straps which held his singlet up. Still sitting, he peeled the
top of the tight body suit down to his waist exposing his naked upper body;
and of course, I couldn't help but glance over at his sleek torso.
At nearly fourteen, he had a nice adolescent's build. Still quite
boyish in most respects, yet clearly starting to show some definition. I
could feel myself getting a rush of excitement, as I looked at the little
pebbles of his nipples, and the sheen of his sweat dampened chest.
It almost seemed like he was playing with me. Teasing me, as he stood
up and pulled the singlet down a little lower. Clearly he had no underwear
on, and several inches of his sweet butt crack was exposed now, as the top
of the red singlet hung below his hips.
I forced a dry swallow again, trying not to stare, but not wanting to do
anything else... In the front, his wrestling togs were just below his
waist, and the crisp indented 'v' groove of his lower abdomen dipped
enticingly down under the red fabric.
The top of his pubic rise was right there, exposed to me as well.
Smooth and amazing. I could just see the beginning wisps of his pubic hair
there. Not much really; more than I had, but still just in the early
adolescent stages.
I was actually trembling with excitement now; and though I hadn't
realized it, my boy tube had begun to stiffen a little. I moistened my dry
lips with my tongue, as I stole a sideways glance at him. Shit, this was
killing me. I wanted just to stare openly at him, but I was so nervous.
Grayson swung open his locker, and put his wrestling shoes and his socks
inside of it. Then, without another thought, he took hold of his singlet,
and peeled it down off his hips. Oh shit.... I breathed raggedly to
myself.
He was awesome looking. His young penis and ball sac were exposed to
me; right there, only two feet from my face. Indeed, only a small crown of
fuzzy pubes ringed the base of his soft boy dick; which now dangled free
and loosely in front of me.
He most certainly was not circumcised, and the beautiful gathering of
wrinkled flesh hung limply over his tip. He looked to be about four
wonderful inches of soft, naked boy flesh. Thicker than mine, and almost
pointing strait out from his body. I couldn't even swallow now, and I was
certainly aware of my own boy tube, swelling painfully in my shorts.
This was so friggen incredible. Grayson turned slightly, and bent over
to retrieve his wrestling singlet from the floor. I watched with rapt
attention as his butt cheeks spread slightly as he bent over. "Uh..." I
nearly choked as I looked at the sweet, tight skin of his rounded cheeks.
His tan line was crisp and inviting, highlighting the smooth creamy
white skin of his tight, boyish butt. I squeezed my eyes shut for a
moment, feeling a little light headed.
"Back in a sec..." I heard Grayson say, in that soft boylike voice.
Quickly I opened my eyes and watched him stride into the shower area. His
dimpled butt cheeks swaying slightly as he walked. He nearly slipped, on
the wet tile floor, but caught himself in time.
'Shit....' I breathed out loud. This was the first time I had been able
to take a full breath. My heart was racing, and my hand quickly moved to
my crotch to adjust the tight, uncomfortable bulge that had formed there.
I could hear the water of the shower, as it spattered wetly against the
tile floor; and in my mind I could just picture Grayson, lathering himself
up. Sliding soapy fingers around his groin and butt...
I tell you, I had never felt so horny and worked up in all my life. I
was still sitting on the bench, with my eyes closed and my fingers
squeezing on my youthful erection. Shit, why couldn't I just rip my
clothes off, and run in to join him... "Uhh... Uh." I could feel my dick
twitch and pulse a time or two in my shorts, and I knew that precum was
surely dampening my underpants.
I shivered again with delight. Enjoying my own little private fantasy,
while Grayson stood naked; showering barely thirty feet away from me. I
breathed deeply several times, trying to get control of myself.
A minute later I heard Grayson call out to me. "Hey David, could you
grab a towel for me from the cage." He asked
"Uh, sure..." I replied. That was cool, cause I could walk it into him,
and get another chance to stare at his body. I hopped up off the bench,
and used my fingers to rearrange my stiff boy part; trying to make it a
little less obvious, and hoping it may go down a bit.
Walking over to the small towel cage, just outside the shower area; I
leaned in and snagged a neatly folded, dry towel. Then, taking another
calming breath, I turned and started to walk it in to the shower area.
There were several little, tiled walls that stood about three and a half
feet tall, just out from the row shower heads. I suppose they were there
to keep the water confined, and offer a little privacy, but usually guys
just draped their towels over them while they showered.
I walked toward the opening where Grayson stood rinsing himself under
the warm stream. There was the typical heavy mist of steam in the air; and
I watched very attentively as the soap and shampoo lather rinsed down the
smooth tanned skin of Grayson's glistening body.
My dick had no intention of going soft now, as I stared unabashedly at
Gray's nude body. Of course, with his eyes closed, I could get away with
it, couldn't I..? Shit.... He looked so nice...
I focused on his youthful boy stick. Wiggling, and waggling seductively
as he moved around, rinsing himself. His foreskin intrigued me, as I
watched the water roll off of it, almost as if he were peeing. I shivered,
yet again at the wonderful sight.
In a moment Grayson opened his eyes, and a little smirk spread his lips
as he saw me looking at him again. He stepped forward a little, out of the
stream, and I took a hurried step forward to offer him the towel.
As I stepped, the sole of my shoe slipped some on the wet tile, and I
was loosing my balance; until Grayson lunged forward quickly and caught my
arm, stumbling a bit to keep me from falling. His wet arm was under mine,
and half around my back, as I finally got my feet under me.
We stood there, our bodies almost touching, and I could feel the wetness
of his arm, soaking through my tee shirt. I smiled awkwardly at him, as he
stared into my eyes.
"Dude, I'm getting wet..." I laughed. But Grayson's arm still held me
there. I smiled sheepishly at him, and tried to move a little further from
the stream of water, still cascading down from the shower head.
"Not wet enough..." Grayson laughed playfully. He put his other arm on
mine, and tugged me forward a little. I laughed as I could feel the water
soaking my lower leg.
"Dude..." I Giggled, "Come on..." I pulled back again, but my feet just
slid over the wet floor.
"Not afraid of a little water are you David?" Grayson teased, and he
pulled me into him. I more or less slid in, under the shower head, and the
warm rush of water washed over my head, soaking my clothes. I started
laughing, as the naked Grayson struggled playfully to hold me there under
the water.
Our bodies were wrapping and sliding together as we twisted about under
the continuous stream of water; with me, making a feeble attempt to escape,
but not really wanting to. Both of us were giggling like school boys.
Duh, that's exactly what we were. My hands clutched at him; still
pretending to try and get away, and it felt wonderful as they slipped over
his warm, wet naked flesh.
He was trying to tickle me now, pulling at my shirt as we twisted, and
strained against one another, laughing gleefully. I managed to duck under
his arm, and slip around to his back; where I grabbed him around his naked
waist, and held him tightly to me; leaning back and lifting him a few
inches off the floor. It wasn't lost on me, how wonderful this would have
felt if I wasn't wearing any clothes.
When I lowered him back down, Grayson spun around in my arms, till we
were standing face to face, with me still holding him closely to me. How
it must have looked. One naked boy, and one boy still in his clothes,
soaking wet, and pressed tightly against one another.
A few giggles still escaped us; as we stood, looking at each other. Our
breathing was heavy and labored; in part due to our horse play, and
partially because of the situation. Grayson was smiling at me; his eyes
alight with excitement, and without warning he pushed his head forward and
touched his lips onto mine.
I was very surprised, but in that passionate moment, I reciprocated
instantly. My young lips parted slightly, as we meshed wetly together
under the stream of water. My hands moved up the smooth wet skin of his
back, holding him to me, and we kissed with youthful abandon.
Don't kid yourself, that thirteen or fourteen year old boys don't know
how to be sensual. With all the scenes we see on tv, and in the movies.
We may not have the experience, but we still almost instinctively know what
to do; and certainly know when it feels good.
I squirmed against the older boy, aroused beyond belief. We broke the
kiss, and looked at each other a moment. Our warm breaths coming hard
against one another. Grayson turned us both, more or less backing me up
against the wall; his naked body pressing into me.
"Oh god..." I sighed just as his lips pressed onto mine again. I slid
my hands back down his wet, slippery back and rested them on the tight
globes of his buttocks; feeling their firm roundness with my fingers.
I felt his hand, reach between us, and he cupped it around the firm
bulge in my wet shorts, as we continued the deep, and barely contained
kiss. He squeezed me several times; and already beyond my limits of
stimulation, I felt my orgasm rush though my boy parts, squirting my
youthful ejaculate into my already soaked shorts.... "Uhhhhhhh...." I
grunted into his mouth. "Uhh, uhh...."
My breathing came in spasms; as did I. I opened my eyes, as we broke
the kiss; and I stared at the smiling face, and green eyes of the other
boy. I was suddenly aware that his young, naked boyhood was rigid, and
pointing upward between us.
I reached down for it, cupping my hand around the smooth five inch erect
rod of flesh. I could feel Grayson's dick twitch in my fingers, and I
pumped it awkwardly. "Shit.... Oh shit Gray..." I mumbled throatily...
His breathing intensified, and suddenly he reached out and peeled my wet
tee shirt up and over my head, throwing it with a wet plop onto the floor.
Our mouths dove for each other again, as our naked chests pressed into one
another. Even though I had already shot my load into my pants, I was still
hard as a rock; the stimulation of all this was just that intense
Grayson's wet arms were wrapped around my upper back, as our tongues
sought each other out for the first time. My hand was still clutching his
rigid, naked boy stick; pumping him purposefully. It didn't take long, and
I could feel him lurch against me. His face dropped into the crook of my
neck and I heard him moan as his penis began to pulse in my fingers.
Just that suddenly, I could feel his warm boy sperm squirt against my
hand and wrist. "Ohhh.... Oh fuck...." He mumbled breathlessly as he went
weak in the knees; and I could feel him shudder repeatedly against me. And
then, slowly it was over.
We stood there quietly a few moments. Leaning against the tiled wall;
the sound of the water still splashing against the floor, each of us
breathing heavily, and fully amazed at what had just happened.
We pulled apart slightly, and I looked timidly down at the floor. It
felt amazing, but almost a little awkward now, as we stood there, each in
our own thoughts. I looked up, and smiled timidly at Grayson.
His eyes seemed to twinkle slightly, and after a moment, a playfully
impish grin spread his lips. Damn he was so boyishly cute. I smiled back
at him, and he stooped to pick up the wet blob that was my tee shirt.
"Here." He said, handing it to me. I stepped out into the outer area of
the shower room. My Nike's squished as I walked, totally soaked to the....
Dare I say, bone. I looked back at Grayson, who was turning off the
shower.
He grabbed the towel from the low wall, and wrapped it around his neck
as he walked over to me. "Sorry about your clothes David." He grinned. I
held my arms out to the side, looking and feeling like a drowned rat; and
with a little shrug, I smiled back at him.
"It was worth it..." I grinned. He giggled, and leaned into the towel
cage to grab a couple more dry towels for us. I took one from him, and
wandered down another few rows, till I was standing in front of my own PE
locker.
I spun the dial of the lock, and opened it up, then pulled out the gym
clothes I usually wear during class. After gathering everything up, I
walked back over to the fourth row of lockers where Grayson was; setting
everything down on the bench. I began to peel off my dripping clothes;
hesitating almost shyly for a moment, before tugging my wet, clinging
underwear down. Then, finally I was standing there wet, and naked a few
feet from Grayson.
He looked over my body; as it was the first time he had actually seen me
naked. "Nice..." he mumbled and smiled, which caused me to blush again
for some reason. I began to towel off, and Grayson did the same; each of
us stealing frequent glances at the other as we did.
Finally dry, Grayson pulled on his school clothes, and I put on my dry
PE shorts and shirt. Good thing I had them there, I thought. I wrapped up
my wet clothes in a towel, and after Grayson locked up the towel cage, like
he had promised the coach; we set out to walk home.
We didn't talk all that much as we walked along; but we grinned
sheepishly at each other a time or two. Each of us feeling a little shy, a
little embarrassed; but totally excited about what had happened between us.
When we got to Grayson's street, we stopped for a moment and stood
quietly. Both of us still feeling a little awkward. I stood there,
looking at the ground, just sort of idly kicking at loose gravel with my
foot; while Gray stood with his hands thrust down into his pockets.
"Guess I better go in now." Grayson said after a minute.
"Me too..." I answered, as I looked up at him. He broke into a big,
warm grin then.
"See ya tomorrow..." He offered.
"Yup." I smiled back. Geeze he was so friggen cute. He gave a quick
wave of his hand, and started walking toward his house. I kinda did the
same thing, taking a few tentative backward steps as I watched him. He
waved again as he went inside; and after the door closed, I turned and
hurried happily down the street toward my house.
What an amazing day this had been. I never would have guessed, nor
dared to imagine that my unexpected boy crush would lead to such happiness.
Adolescence can be a wonderful thing. A time of glorious innocence and
exploration; and I was looking forward to where ever my new friendship with
Grayson was bound.
The End...
Readers note; I know, most of you wish to have all these stories
continue. And, in fact they do; in your own imagination. You can fill the
pages in your mind with whatever you want to, and isn't that what it's all
about?! Creating your own fantasies.
I thank you for your support, and comments. It means a lot that readers
take the time to share their thoughts with me. Now, it's on to my next
story. Let's see what pages I can fill with my imagination.
My other stories can be found in the authors section under the name,
About A Boy. Comments are always welcome at, about.a.boy@hotmail.com
All my best, Ian.