Date: Tue, 26 Feb 2008 00:25:51 +0000
From: Christain Swiss <christianneedsit91@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Vivid Blue Eyes 1 (gay male young friends)

All the characters in this story are fictional and this story is intended
for persons over 18 due to adult content.  If you have any comments or
hints or story ideas, email me at christianneedsit91@hotmail.co.uk. Let me
know if I should write more chapters


Birds singing, lots of birds sing, very loudly and being very annoying. To
Christian that could only mean one thing, morning. He brushed his hair out
of his eyes and looked over toward the window, it was light, that meant
that he would have to get up soon anyway so no point in rolling over and
going back to sleep. Then it hit him, he noticed his school uniform spread
out neatly over his desk chair, left there cleaned, pressed and made ready
for him by his clean freak mother the night before, it was that time of
year again, the start of school.

Christian was 14 years old and entering his third year of secondary school,
big boy school his dad used to call it, but Christian felt anything but
big. He wasn't small physically; he stood at just under 6feet tall and was
starting to fill out quite nicely. His chest was beginning to show signs of
muscle and his stomach was flat and firm. No it was in life he felt small,
no one seemed to realise that things were beginning to get really hard for
Christian; no one knew that he was a freak, different to everyone else,
alone. Sure he had friends; he was really popular, in school and out. He
was just alone. None of his friends were like him; nobody at school was
like him. And he was starting to feel the crushing loneliness that a 14
year old boy should never have to feel.

"Get out of the bathroom!! Come on I've been waiting for 15 minutes, I HAVE
TO PEE!!"

 It had started his, brothers were awake. The entire top floor of his
parent's house, the boy's floor, was practically thundering with the noise
of the four other boys in the family. As usual Luke was hogging the
bathroom. The problem was that nobody could understand what he was doing in
there! Luke was only 9, blonde hair and vivid blue eyes. Being only 9 it
was doubtful that Luke was doing the usual activity that boys do when
taking up the bathroom time in the morning.  Nor was he actually showering
as the sound of uninterrupted water hitting the shower floor gave away, yet
every morning he would be up early and first in there and usually got
everyone nice and angry. And following that tradition Franko was stood
outside hammering away on the door cursing and shouting at his younger
brother to get a move on. Christian was always a little jealous of Franko,
even first thing in the morning, dark brown hair messed up, teeth not
brushed and obviously semi erect, he always managed to look good. He was
15, just under 5'10 and perfectly toned. Every feature on his face always
seemed to be perfect, Christian had never liked that.

Andrew walked past smiling, as usual he was dressed and ready, no waiting
for the bathroom for him, he was 20 and working for himself now so he paid
to have his closet turned into a shower room, he would take his merry time
and strut his way across the hall in his clean suit and his shiny auburn
hair styled just so. As he walked by he patted the head of his little
brother who was sat at the top of the stairs, next in the queue for the
bathroom. Stephen was the quiet one, the good one. The one that nobody
could ever argue with because he never gave you reason to. Though at 13 he
was reaching an awkward phase, his black hair had started to get ever so
greasy and a little acne had set in.  Although if you looked past the
glasses and pimples and noticed those blue eyes and perfect teeth, you
could tell he was going to be a heartbreaker one day. They were all like
that; the family that looked like it had been painted rather than born. It
was the gene pool you wished that you had been born to. Two very average
looking parents manage to produce stunning baby after stunning baby, it
just made no sense.

Suddenly Christian heard a loud slam nearby followed by a heavy weight on
his legs.

"That kid is starting to annoy me! All I want to do is take a piss then
wash! Is that a lot to ask? Man he's annoying!"

"And why did you feel I needed to know this? Franko you really suck some
days."

"I see you're in your usual sweetness and joy mood this morning. Chris
you've been such a buzz kill recently. What gives?"

Christian was in no mood for this today. He was alone, lonely and hated
being that way, but none the less he wanted to be alone. He knew in his
mind that these conflicting feelings made absolutely no sense but he didn't
care, they were his feelings and it was his prerogative to feel this
way. Without thinking he reached for the rather heavy clock on his night
stand and hurled it in anger.

"FUCK OFF!!"

Franko yelped as the clock made contact with is temple. Blood started to
seep out of the minor wound the clock had caused.  Despite how minor the
wound was Franko was still pissed.

"Fuck you man! I know something's wrong in your head right now so I'm going
to let this slide. But sort this shit out man or I swear down one of these
days I'm gonna kick your ass!"

With that Franko left the room in a hurry. Christian didn't care though;
these were his feelings, fuck what other people thought.  He decided it was
time to get up. Slowly but surely he managed to prize himself out of his
bed and over to the window and opened the curtains fully to admire the new
day. Grey. Grey, grey and more grey. September in Britain often meant grey.
Not cold, not windy or wet, just grey. And another dismal year of school
awaiting him, oh joy.

He turned to the chair his clothes were on and started to strip out of his
sleeping clothes as he approached the fresh crisp uniform waiting for
him. It was then he noticed the rather hard erection that was sticking out
in front of him.  This had been happening more and more recently and unlike
most boys his age he wasn't thrilled about it, yes he jerked off most
nights and yes it was a very pleasant feeling, but it gave him no
satisfaction, it was just a way to get rid of the boner rather than an act
of enjoyment. So just like every other day he reached down and took hold of
his penis and began sliding the foreskin back and forth over the head of
his dick. He was in no mood for this right now, he was to down to be
sexual, so he just sped up his motions faster and faster until with a grunt
he shot three jets of cum onto his floor. He wiped down his hand and cock
on the shorts he had just taken off and threw them on the floor next to the
cum he had just shot. Picking up his uniform he just left the cum there to
dry, not caring who saw it. With that he slipped into the bathroom just as
Luke exited, much to the dismay of Franko who lunged at the door only to
miss the opening by a few seconds and hear the shower start running.

Breakfast time at the Swan household was surprisingly organised considering
the chaos that took place on the upper floors first thing. Brian Swan was a
very wealthy man, some years ago he had managed to sell a computer company
and make a killing, and as a result the family lived in a very large and
very well stocked house. In the dining room 8 places were set, each with a
glass of orange juice and a steaming cup of tea. Everyone had their own
place, Mr Swan at the head of the table, with his two eldest sons at either
side of him, in the middle were Christian and Franko followed by their two
sisters Sarah and Kim, and the table completed by their mother at the
opposite end. Luke was allowed to eat his breakfast in the den in front of
the TV. It was the only way to keep him calm and quiet.  Mrs Swan was a
well to do woman, who had reached the wrong end of 50 and was starting to
regret spending the better portion of the last 20 years pregnant. But
despite her plump belly and bad ankles she loved nothing more than to look
after her family. Every morning she would be up at 5am to start cooking
breakfast and getting the kids lunches ready for school.  And as usual she
had prepared a huge spread of bacon, sausages, eggs, toast, waffles and
numerous other little nibbles and laid it on the table ready for when the
children would be down at 7am sharp to eat. She didn't have many rules but
one she did have was that the family had to spend at least one meal
together before they all started their day.

Christian stared at the scrambled eggs and bacon in front of him, he was
sick of bacon. In truth he loved bacon but at the
 moment he was sick of everything.

"So I'm dropping the twins off myself, Brian, Andrew can go into the office
with you. Sarah, are you alright taking papers
 to the bank on your way to work? Good. And you three will have to catch
the bus I'm afraid. Now your lunches are in your bags and I've put some
money in your blazer pockets just in case you need it. I want all three of
you home by 5 and that means you Franko and I don't care how many of your
friends are going wherever after school! Now finish up and get moving!  I
have to get these two to school, see you all this evening!"

And with that she kissed all her children on the cheek, gave her husband a
slightly longer peck and walked out the door with Luke and Kim in tow.
West Hill School for boys was bustling and full of life. Young boys nervous
about their first day of school, friends meeting up after the summer to
discuss the events that had happened over the last six weeks. Loads of boys
running around doing various things that boys do on the first day of the
school year. But not Christian, he was sneaking behind the tennis courts to
have a smoke. That's when he saw them. The two boys were stood very close
to each other and were obviously kissing. Christian couldn't believe his
eyes; this never happened at his school, this sort of thing never even
happened in his town! As he got a better look he notices the fast movements
of the boy's hands at crotch level. They were jerking each other off at
impressive speed and very into it as the glazed expression told
him. Without realising it Christian coughed, it was an accidental cough
made more by nerves than the need to clear his throat.  As they heard the
unexpected noise both boys nearly jumped out of their skin, quickly trying
to stuff their erect penises back into their trousers. As soon as they were
done the bigger of the two boys stared at Christian with a look of complete
anger. It was then that Christian realised who it was and his jaw literally
dropped with amazement. It was David Hughes, one over the toughest boys in
the school. The boy who beat up little kids for their dinner money, the boy
who could lay any of the girls from the girls from the school down the road
with a look. This boy was the one who would run around school calling all
and sundry homo of faggot. And here he was kissing a guy and jerking him
off! Hughes came right up to Christian and grabbed him by his lapels.

"What the fuck swan?! Were you creeping up on us? Are you some kind of
perv?"

"No... No! I was just coming back here to smoke. I didn't even know you two
were..." Christian chose his next word carefully. "...here"

Christian couldn't understand why his voice cracking so much. He was
actually a little excited by this encounter, but then his usual darkness
came over him again.

"Listen! I was just coming back here for a smoke! I don't care what you
were doing or who you were doing it with! Hi by the way Shelly."

At the sound of his name Bryn Shelly turned bright red and turned around
not wanting to be involved in the argument.  "If you want to beat me up
then do it, but if you're worried I'm gonna blab this around school I'm
not. Like I said, I don't give a shit! And besides, if you're dumb enough
to do this kind of thing in one of the most popular spots in school where
the teachers can't see you, where about 50 kids a day pass through, you
deserve to get caught!"

Christian braced himself for the punch he was sure was coming but nothing
happened. He opened his eyes and was surprised to see that Hughes has let
him go and was busy lighting up a cigarette of his own. He wasn't actually
that big a guy, if a nything he had a swimmers build. Yes he was tall, but
not anything that imposing. What made him a threat was the company he
kept. He hung around with a group of gorillas in school uniforms that
passed themselves off as human teenagers. If these cavemen were intelligent
enough to realise that they could easily beat up Hughes and take the gang
as their own, Hughes would just be another angry kid with no friends. But
Hughes was the one with the brains so the other followed him like sheep.

"You must have some pretty big balls to stand up to me like that. Why are
you always so pissed off anyway?  You walk around here like everyone hates
you. I've seen all those kids from your year hanging around you so what
bugs you?  Fuck it, I don't care, don't ask me why but I like you. I like
those big blue eyes of yours so you won't spread what we were doing here
around?" Christian shook his head and took a drag from his cigarette. "Good
boy. Then I guess we're done here, see you later."

With that Hughes grabbed Shelly by the arm and dragged him off leaving
Christian to finish his smoke in peace.

The rest of the week was dull, very dull. Every class that Christian had
attended had just been boring. Hour after hour of school work with nothing
but his thoughts to keep him entertained. And the strange thing was that
his thoughts actually were entertaining him. Recently his thoughts had been
dark and were making him feel down and alone.  But every since the
encounter at the beginning of the week, he felt a little brighter. Every
time he pictured what he had caught the two older boys doing he actually
found himself smiling. And he didn't understand it.

His last lesson on Friday was gym. As he approached the locker room he
noticed another group of boys lined up next to his own class. Judging by
their height they were obviously older than him. Then he spotted Franko,
that meant it was Franko's class and Franko was in the same class
as... there he was, David Hughes. As soon as Hughes spotted Christian he
winked at him and gave an evil grin.

Christian walked up to Franko.

"What's going on?" Christian asked.

"Oh, so you're actually talking to me now then? You haven't muttered more
than three words to me all week."

"Don't be a dick, just answer my question."

"I dunno my time table just says I have gym last period Friday. So here I
am."

"That's what mine says."

Before either boy could speculate further, Mr Dooling walked out of the
locker room. Mr Dooling was a beast of a man.
 Not very tall, but very wide with a mixture of fat and muscle. The man
very rarely wore anything other than a rugby shirt and a pair of sports
shorts. What with his cauliflower ears and fluid filled knees he was a
person only a mother could love and a person very easily feared. Boys knew
better than to anger Mr Dooling.

"QUIET!!"

Every boy stopped talking and looked in his direction.

"This year we're a gym teacher down so I'm going to have to take two
classes at once. So today we have 10H and 11W. Get inside and get
changed. I think a rugby match is in order today 4th years against 5th
years when we're inside I'll separate each class into two teams and we'll
get two games going. In you go, 4th years first, single file"

The weather was awful that day. It had been raining all night and as a
result the pitch was water logged. Rather than the thick green grass that
usually made up the school fields now resembled something from the battle
of the Somme. Any other school would have cancelled gym but not West Hill,
sports were everything to this school and an hour of playing a rough sport
in the mud would build character. All it really did was get 60 boys wet
muddy and cold.

The older boys had decided they were going to be particularly brutal to the
lowly 4th years to show them just how tough they were, and Hughes was no
different, he had been placed on the team against Christian and was
enjoying toying with the
 younger boy. Christian was no fan of rugby, but he could certainly play
and he was doing well up until Hughes got a hold of him he was running up
the field and about to score a try when Hughes ploughed into him from
behind.

"Need to keep your eyes open swan!"

The match went on like this for a good 20 minutes and Christian was
starting to get pissed. He was about to storm off the field in a huff when
he spotted his chance; Hughes was running toward him holding the
ball. Without even thinking Christian ran toward Hughes at full speed and
collided with him with enough force to propel both of them through the air
for a good 6 feet.

"Need to keep your eyes open Hughes!"

Just as Hughes was about to get up and land a punch the whistle blew for
end of class and all the boys headed for the showers.

Christian had never really had a second thought about showering with other
boys but today he felt different. Today he was noticing the other guys a
lot more, and it started with Hughes. Hughes had a pretty good body, his
chest was lean and defined and his 6 pack was just showing through. For the
first time Christian noticed his face he had piercing green eyes and a
perfect jaw line. Then Christians mind turned to what had happened the
other day and his eyes wandered downward and there it was, Hughes'
cock. Uncut bout 4 inches soft with a light brown patch of pubic hair above
it. Christian couldn't help wondering how smooth it looked, and how his
balls looked the perfect shape in the warm water.

Suddenly a cough brought Christian back to his senses with a start. He
looked up to see Hughes looking at him with a cheeky grin. He started
washing his cock slowly to see the effect it would have on Christian and
sure enough he was transfixed. Christian couldn't believe this was
happening he didn't understand why he was watching then Hughes moved his
hands away as his cock twitched and swelled a little. That action sent
Christian over the edge and he had to leave the showers quickly before his
rapidly growing cock became obvious to everyone, he didn't even look at
Franko as he ran past him, he just got dressed and left as quickly as he
could.

Walking through the park on his way home Christian couldn't believe what
had just happened. He knew he had been feeling differently recently but
he'd never once considered that he could be gay, he'd never really
considered anything. But now he thought about it he'd never been that
interested in girl's, or sex in general, but he had really enjoyed what he
saw in the shower and he couldn't get his head around it.

Before he had any more time to think about it he felt a fist slam into the
back of his head and fell to his knees. As his vision came back to him he
looked up to see Hughes standing there looking down at him with his usual
cruel expression.

"The showers might have been fun Swan, but did you really think I'd let you
get away with what you did on the field? Not a chance. Get up!"

Christian slowly got up and looked Hughes in the eye. After months of anger
it had all boiled up to this point. All the anger he felt came to the
surface in one huge burst, and before he knew what he was doing he swung at
Hughes and landed a strong punch right on his jaw knocking him down to the
ground.

"I'm fucking sick of this! You and your stupid fucking lap dogs! All you
ever do is walk around and make life hell for everybody else. Who the fuck
give you the right huh? Well you're on your own now aren't you?! So come
on, you and me right now!"

Hughes stood up and rubbed his aching jaw.

"Ok, if you want to get your ass handed to you who am I to argue, but not
here. Lets go somewhere where we're not gonna be disturbed."

With that Hughes headed toward the other end of the park. Stamford Park was
right next to the boy's school, and it offered an ideal shortcut for all
the boys that walked to and from school. But the back end of the park was
covered over by trees and foliage. Most of the time is was empty during the
day. But at night it was an ideal place for kids to hide away and drink
whatever cheap booze they could get hold of. Or for junkies to come and
snort, swallow or inject any crap they wanted to without fear of being seen
from the road that ran by the park. But at this time of day it was deserted
and right now it would become a makeshift rig for the two boys to settle
their dispute.

Before any words could be said Hughes lunged at Christian and took him down
to the floor. They rolled around the floor thrusting knees and elbows into
each other as best they could. Hughes raised himself up in order to punch
Christian again but he was ready for him. Before Hughes had a chance to
land anything Christian brought his knee up and planted it into Hughes'
balls. Hughes rolled off the other boy groaning and holding his injured
testicles. Christian stood up and to his amazement found he was actually
laughing. He couldn't understand it, all the misery he had felt the last
few months was gone, and he felt amazing.

He didn't have much time to revel in his happiness as Hughes rushed him
again and brought him back down to the ground and ended up on top. It was
then that Christian made the next move, and it wasn't planned, he kissed
Hughes as hard as he could. Hughes pulled away in shock but his rival
wasn't finished, he grabbed Hughes' head and kissed him again, with passion
forcing his tongue into the other boy's mouth. Hughes pulled away again.

"What the fuck?! You fight me then kiss me? You really are messed up."

"Shut the fuck up!"

"Who do you thi-"

"I said SHUT THE FUCK UP!! You want to do this or not? I don't understand
it; I just know I need to do it"

At that Christian reached down and unzipped Hughes' pants and pulled out
his semi erect cock and began jerking it off furiously bringing it to full
attention. He keep his rhythm fast and steady and tightened his
grip. Hughes had adopted a glazed look and was breathing very heavily any
violent thoughts out of his mind replaced by the pure sexual energy only a
teenage boy could produce.

"Slow...slow...dow...down. I'm gonna cu...cum."

This only made Christian speed up his actions, determined to make Hughes
melt away under his control. And he wasn't disappointed, with a cry of
release Hughes shot 5 powerful ropes of cum, the first one hit Christian in
the chin, the rest sprayed over Christian's school uniform. Hughes
collapsed on top of Christian spent.

"Look, Hughes I don't know what this means but..."

"Well for starters you can call me Dave from now on. And don't worry I'm
not planning on going out with you. This was fun but I don't do boyfriends.
But as what happens now, well just be at my house on Saturday night, then
we'll see how things work out."

To be continued...


Well that's part one. Lemme know what you think.
christianneedsit91@hotmail.co.uk should I continue the story?

If you have any ideas let me know. id be glad to include some of them if i
write more.