Date: Sun, 19 Jun 2005 16:24:11 -0700 (PDT)
From: William Cordova <wcordova98@yahoo.com>
Subject: William Cordova - Chapter Two

Disclaimer

This story contains acts of the sexual nature between underage boys.  If
you do not like this type of story, or it is illegal in the area in which
you live, do not read any further.

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Chapter Two: Without Risk, comes Boredom.
The next morning...

I woke up early, something had woken me.  It felt strange, almost like a
giant tree roach had been scurrying across my chest and belly.  I woke in a
frantic heart-throbbing panic, swiping with each hand at least a dozen
times.  I was sitting there, huffing from my near roach-defying death.
Well, tree roaches can't harm you, but they sure are nasty little fucks!

Calming down, I noticed Anthony's foot and leg hanging over the bed, bare
and beautiful, just inches from my face.  He had some great legs.  I had a
great opportunity to get a real good look.  I just gazed at his right leg.
Not a hair in sight.  He was only 12, not any closer to 13 then 11 and was
not to the same point as I was.  I had started to visually see some light
leg hair.  Even though I didn't really think of it at all, but only in that
one moment I did recognize it.  I was a year older then him. I should
mature sooner.  But my focus kept on his leg...then down to his foot, cute
and squishy.  His toes, very small and fragile, just sat there.  I leaned
forward a bit and sniffed, as if expecting to catch a whiff of bad foot
odor or something, but I didn't.  I noticed a light musky odor, just very
light.  I suppose that's the smell of regular flesh after about a day of
non-cleansing activities.

I reached out and put my hand on his lower leg.  Man that feels nice. I
paused a second, to see if Anthony would react.  I knew he would. Anthony
is a deep sleeper, and an occasional sleep walker.  When I mean deep
sleeper, I mean DEEP sleeper.  There have been times I've heard from his
mother, about needing to splash water on his face to get him to wake in the
morning, and knowing we were up past midnight, he would be in a deep sleep.
Being 13, I have no morals.  I decided to take advantage of the situation.

I slowly moved my hand up his leg to his knee and back down. Very smooth
and nice; not cold, but not warm.  I have become increasingly attracted to
the young fine legs the boys at school have been showing off

My heart sped up a bit; I knew I was taking a chance, small, but still a
chance. What kind of excuse would I have if he woke up and I was gently
caressing his leg?  My heart sped up not only because I was taking a risk,
but also because this was something that was exciting me, I started to get
hard, I could feel it, and as my young life sat there, it was the closest I
have come to anything of the sexual nature with another person.  I sat
there, rubbing his leg for a good 5 minutes.  I sat u a bit more to look at
Anthony's face.  I got up on my knees to gaze over him at an eagles view.
His top sheet was exposing his upper body and right leg and left foot only.
His right arm was up under his pillow to give extra support for his head;
this left his armpit rightly exposed for my viewing pleasure.  I can't
explain it, but the armpit is a very interesting body part.  He had no hair
there yet, I again kind of took notice because I had just recently
discovered I had some hairs growing there.  To me, the armpit had become
the 3rd forbidden fruit.  And I was enjoying my fruit at that moment.

My hand returned to his leg, caressing it carefully, heart still throbbing,
pressure rising, I was building up a little steam under skin.  I grabbed
the end of his sheets and flopped it over, exposing his entire body.  His
white briefs were the only thing standing between my eyes and soul and his
boyhood.  I had already gone further then I would have ever imagined.  I
sat there a few more minute taking in his glorious imagine, taking mental
snap shots for a lifetime of recall.

I quickly looked at the clock, still before 7.  He was probably in very
deep.  But I don't know how far I should test the waters; being caught
would be a great deal of shit.  All I ever wanted to do was to see other
boy's private parts.  Just to see -- not feel, touch, or anything past
that.  I never got any opportunities in gym class, everyone was too shy to
shower or anything, including me.  That's the times I suppose.

I could just enjoy the tasteful view I was blessed with.  A beautiful 5' 7"
120 lb gorgeous boy body, with a perfect smooth skin, a full head of shinny
tannish hair that glistened in the soft light leaking through the curtains.
He had one little dark redish spot on his left cheek.  It's not a pimple or
anything like that; it's always been there...almost like a birth mark or
something.  I reached down and touched it.  Doesn't feel like anything.  At
first, when I met him, I wondered why it was there, but now it's growing on
me.

Then I noticed something I've never seen before.  He has a small scare-like
cut on his right side -- just above the waistband of his boxers, continuing
on till the end was hidden by them.  I reached down; slid the waistband
down a tad to see the full length of the scar.  I wonder what cause it.
I'd have to ask...or wait, if I asked, then he'd know I was looking at
him. I'll have to come up with some excuse to get an answer to that.  Then
I realized I was holding his waistband down a little, and he was not
noticing, still in deep sleep.  My little hormone driven mind raced.  How
easy would it be to just lift that waistband back a little further and take
in the sights of his pecker.

I let go and backed off a bit.  What was going on?  Here I am in Anthony's
room, his bare body exposed before me, in all his glory, in nothing but his
boxers, and I was staring at him, almost drooling ooze from my mouth at how
much I was feeling for his body.  I was getting tingly inside, looking back
at his face.  He had a very nice face.  What was going on with me?

I stopped that quick interjection of mental thought as my eyes zoomed back
to his boxers.  It would only take a few seconds, yet I've been here
admiring him for a good fifteen minutes and he hasn't stirred or waken, I
haven't heard anything else in the house all morning, no stirring of the
mother, or the cat.  I could do this and no one would ever know.

I quickly reached out, finger tips touching the waistband, I slid two
fingers underneath bent my upper body forward.  But for some reason, I
froze.  My heart was pounding with nervous jitters.  I took a deep breath,
and raised the end of his boxers and my eyes fixated on the dark glooms of
the inside of his underwear.  Staring straight back at me was his head, his
penis head.  It was...it was just awesome!  I stared for a good ten to
fifteen seconds, taking in his privacy.  I could seem the sprouting fruits
of his puberty.  He had some pubes, but couldn't tell from this angle, his
dick covered most of what was viewable.  I wasn't hard at all, I was way
too nervous to be hard.

Suddenly I heard a noise from outside the door.  I jumped a foot, the
waistband slapped back down and I hit the sleeping bag faster then that
tree roach had scurried off my body. I closed my eyes pretending to sleep,
not even taking the time to see what the noise was or if it was even
anything to be concerned with.  I was so nervous that the shock of hearing
a noise had jolted fear into me.  The noise didn't come back, but I stayed
still in my phantom sleep state, mind racing.

After awhile, I was still awake, thinking of what I had just done, the
admiration of Anthony's body had gotten to me.  I was rock hard.  I had
just seen my first penis and it was awesome!  I had a grin on my face that
could rival the Grinch.  I was happy.  A state of perfect equilibrium
between friendship and something more.  I slowly drifted back to sleep, it
was still early after all.

For the 2nd time in the same morning I was awaken rudely by something.  I
jumped and was jolted from my beautiful dream.  Wait...did I dream all
that?  Oh crap I don't know.  It seemed so vivid it must have been real.
But why was I being shaken awake?

"Will?  Will?  Wake up?  Will, will you wake up already?"  Anthony was
shaking me.

"Huh?  What?"  My eyes weren't focusing very well.

"Will you wake up already?"

"What time is it?"

"It's almost ten dumbass.  If you want breakfast you need to wake up now.
My mom's already started cooking."

Yup, Ms. Nichols was cooking breakfast alright.  I could smell the bacon
and sausage.  I giggled.

"What are you giggling at?" Anthony asked.

I thought for a moment. I giggled cause when I smelled the sausage, I
immediately thought of seeing Anthony's little pecker, but I couldn't tell
him that. "Oh nothing, I'm just giggling at that goofy head of yours."

Anthony rolled his eyes, got up off his knee and walked out the door.  I
took noticed he put on shorts and a tank top.  I got up and put on the same
shirt and socks from the night before.  I didn't have anything else to
wear.  I walked to the kitchen and sat at the table.

"Morning Will. How'd you sleep last night?" Ms. Nichols asked.

"Great considering I was on the floor."

"Well, you could always sleep in bed with Anthony."

Did she just say that?  I just stared on her and saw a look of confusing
and what appeared to be disgust on Anthony's face.  The silence I think
answered her question as she turned her attention back to the stove.  I
kept doing the shifty-eyes deal between Ms. Nichols and Anthony.  Anthony
was giving me weird looks to, almost like he was embarrassed for even
hearing that or more-so that his mother had suggested that they share a bed
to sleep in.

Not that I cared, I would love to share a bed with him, but I need to put
up the image that its weird as Anthony is.  Maybe I could use this as a way
to pry into the idea of sharing a bed, and his mother may have just given
me a way to do it.

"Could you pass me a glass" I asked Anthony.

Anthony passed me one. I filled it with OJ and shortly after breakfast was
being consumed by the three of us.  As we were eating, Ms. Nichols spoke up
"What do you two have planned for the day?"

We both just shrugged. We didn't have anything in particular, maybe more
magazine reading.

Anthony chimed in, "Think maybe we could hit the pool, its going to be nice
and hot today, the swimming pool is open on the weekends now, and should be
fun. Can we mom?"

"Sure, sounds alright to me."

I thought to myself that this would be a good opportunity to check and see
if that he indeed had a scar or not.  If he did, then this mornings events
were real, and I didn't just dream it.  Also, we hadn't gone to the pool
since last summer, since then, I've really started to check out boys and
such.  This should be a whole new experience of swimming that will really
be a blast.

A few hours later, we were back in his room.

"Let me barrow some swim trunks" I asked.

"Sure" and he grabbed a pair out of his dresser and tossed them to me.  He
left and went to change in the bathroom while I just quickly changed while
he was gone.

When he came back in he looked a bit shocked.  "Oh, you changed already."

"Yeah, just figured I'd do it here quickly."

We grabbed some towels and our pool cards, put some lotion on and were out
the door.  The walk to the pool is about fifteen minutes, not too long, but
long enough to work up a tad bit of sweat and body heat, making the pool
feel that much better.  I couldn't get a glimpse of his scar, since I was
walking on the wrong side.  It wasn't dominating my mind anyways.  I figure
it will just happen and I'll notice it or won't see it.  I just wanted to
have some fun.

"Suns getting hot."

"Sure is."

We got to the pool pretty quickly and jumped in almost immediately.  It
wasn't crowded at all, only a handful of people, maybe 10 or so.  We horse
played a bit, and the lifeguard whistled us a few times telling us to calm
down or she'll have to kick us out.  That's when I jumped up on the edge of
the pool, feet dangling in the water, and scanned the pool.  I noticed the
new kid, Matt, on the other end of the pool, sitting just as I was, on the
edge with feet dangling.

"Hey Anthony, isn't that the new kid from science class?"

He looked.  "Sure is."

"Let' go talk to him."

"Ok."

We swam over to the other end, stopping just about five feet from his left.
"Hey" I said.

"Hey" he replied.

"You're the new kid in our science class aren't ya?" Anthony asked.

"Yeah" he answered.

I then asked "What's your name?"

"Matt."

A few seconds of silence ensured.  "You have a last name?"

"Ducker."

The boy seemed a bit shy, but of course, new kid, a couple of strangers
talking to him, of course he'd be a bit shy.

"Then hello Matt Ducker, nice to meet you, I'm Will Cordova, and this is
Anthony Nichols."

"Nice to meet you too."

"Where about you come from?  I can't place your accent."

He blushed, and I do mean blushed. I don't know why, I only asked about his
accent.

"I came down from Canada; I can't believe you can tell I have an accent.  I
don't hardly sound much different then anyone else here."

"Canada...huh.  Where you live?"

"Just down the street a few blocks. On Glenstone Street."

"Cool, I know where that is."

Anthony broke in "been down that street myself a few times."

"So why'd you move down here?"

"Something about my Dad being transferred.  He's some big oil man."

I've got to admit, he's pretty attractive for a Canadian.  Whatever that
means.  I should say I just find him attractive in general.  He's a bit
smaller then both Anthony and I, at only about 5'4" and I'd guess under 100
lbs, he's a bit small.  I would venture to guess only a bit past 12 years
of age, if that.  He's got short, dirty blond hair and a little cute button
nose, some nice dimples and light blueish eyes.

"So how you handling the heat?"  I know Canada is a cold place, I imagine
it covered in snow all year round.

"It's not too bad."

"Yet" Anthony interjected quickly.

We both broke out laughing and Matt joined a few seconds later, not getting
the lame joke.

"It's only May, just wait until summer.  It's always really hot all summer
long."

We chatted for awhile, met his younger brother, Danny and Mom who didn't
move much from her poolside recliner.  Finally we were playing some
nonsense games, nothing in particular...just games and general chit chat
about anything and everything.  We asked Matt a lot of questions, mostly
pertaining to school and sports.  I did ask him if he had a girlfriend.

"No" was all he said.

"Oh, well, neither one of us have one either. And we've never had any
either."  Matt didn't seem entirely comfortable with this question, so I
didn't press any further.

We got into a semi-wrestling match in the deeper end of the pool.  I poked
Matt a few times in the side, got him giggling.  Which I might add was
adorable.  This didn't last too long either as the Lifeguard whistled us
and made us stop before we got hurt.  As we got to the side of the pool, we
all hopped up on the edge and this is when something caught my attention.

I got a good long look at Anthony's side.  No scar!  Crap!  No scar!  I
guess I must have dreamt all that stuff this morning.  That got me somewhat
depressed.  Damn that sucks.

Anthony went ahead and asked Matt if he wanted to come over to his house
and the three of us could play games or whatever.

"Matt, you want to come over to my house and we can show you some of what
we call a sport."  He was referring to shooting hoops by the motions he
made with his arms.

"I suppose, if my mom will let me."  He yelled over his shoulder at his
mom. "Mom, mind if I go over to Anthony's house for awhile?"

"Where does Anthony live?" she asked back.

"I live just over yonder a few streets over; it's about a 15 minute walk."

"Well, Ok, but you need to be home by five.  And I need to get Anthony's
phone number before you leave."

"Ok thanks mom."

Anthony got up and gave Mrs. Ducker his number and a few minutes later we
were all walking back to Anthony's house.  In all, we spent about two to
three hours at the pool, a nice start to a beautiful Saturday afternoon.  I
had a beautiful erotic dream, good breakfast, nice swim and made a new
friend: a rather good looking friend.

I really started checking out boys at the beginning of this school year,
the first year where we had to change in gym class.  It's when I started
staring at boys legs.  Then I started to notice boy's underarms in the
locker room, and shortly after just boys in general.  I tried doing the
same with girls, but I didn't seem to care when I did.  There were quite a
few cute boys I wanted to keep an eye on.  There was Daniel in Language
Arts, Alberto in Reading and Gym, the eighth grader at lunch, I am not sure
his name, but he's caught my eye on several occasions and then there Eric,
Danny and Derek from Math class.  Math has to be the best subject: best
mind exerciser and best for visual pleasures.

Originally Anthony wasn't a target of my attraction, until some sleepovers
during the fall, I become fonder of his body, more attracted, and started
appreciating more of boys then just their legs.

By the time we arrived back at Anthony's house, our suites were close to
being dry, just a tad bit still damp.  We ran to Anthony's room where we
dropped our towels in the corner and plopped on the floor, Anthony on his
bed.

I stuck in Super Mario Bros. and turned on the TV.  "You ever play Nintendo
Matt?"

"Nope.  Mom won't get me one."

"Aww.  That's too bad" I said.  "Watch me the first time then you can have
a shot at it." I proceeded to play.  The first few levels are easy but I
ended up dieing on the first Bowser castle level.  I handed the controller
to Matt.  "B is jump and A is shoot."  Matt proceeded to play, a little
shaky and very hesitant.  He died quit quickly.

Anthony busted out laughing at the way he died.  "Hahaha!  That was funny."

We all laughed together then.  Both boys have a very cute giggle.  I
couldn't help but notice it.  He played again. And again. And again, then
finally he got past the first level.  We took turns playing Mario for about
another forty or so minutes all the while making small talk and having fun.
Finally after my turn, I decided I had enough and I broke the ice.

"Hey Anthony, how about we break out some more of that magazine you found."

The room grew silent.  Anthony just stared back at me.  Matt looked
confused and said, "What magazine?"

"Anthony found a magazine yesterday on the way to school.  It was pretty
interesting to look at."

"Oh.  What was interesting about it?"

"The pictures."

"The pictures?"  Matt was even more confused now.  "What is so interesting
about the pictures?"

"I'll show you."  I leaned over onto the bed and retrieved the magazine
from behind his pillows, where I left it from last night.  I hid it from
view against my chest.  I nodded to Anthony.  He got up looked out the door
and shut it, walking back to the bed, he sat down besides me.

Matt looked confused, but a light bulb went off in his head.  It was easily
noticeable.  My devilish grin gave it away.  I turned the magazine around
and showed him the cover. His eyes just about popped out of his head and
his jaw dropped.  He made a very noticeable sigh.

"This is what's so interesting about the pictures.  Jump up here and we'll
flip through the pages."

Immediately Matt jumped up and squeezed between us.  He wasn't being shy
now, that's for sure. I slowly flipped through the pages.  Matt sighing
quite often, every time a new body part was exposed.  Both Anthony and I
weren't in awe as much as we'd seen them all last night.  I was only semi
hard, but once we hit the special "article" I was solid.  I glanced at Matt
lap and detected a small lump, then glanced at Anthony.  The trunks he was
wearing were much more revealing then the pants yesterday.  He was solid
too.

I got to the pictures involving the guy and Matt made an interesting
remark. He made a loud sigh and blurted out "oh man he's huge!"

I just stared straight ahead, taking in the sights of he guy's penis.
Anthony though remarked, "definitely."

I kept flipping the pages when we heard the phone ring.  A minute later we
heard Ms. Nichols walking down the hall.  I quickly shoved the magazine
under the pillow again and when the door opened I felt awkward.  I was
still semi hard and I'm sure Anthony and Matt were too.

"Matt, your mom is on her way to pick you up.  She'll be here in a few
minutes."

"Yes ma'am."  Ms. Nichols left.  "Crap sorry guys, I have to go when she
gets here."

Then Anthony did something completely shocking.  "You want to take this
home and finish looking at it?"

Matt was just as shocked as I was.  "Uhmm...I can't.  Where would I put it?
My mom would see it and she'd kill me."

"That's simple.  Stand up." Anthony turned Matt around and lifted his shirt
and opened the back of his swim trunks and shoved the magazine half way
down his buttocks and let everything snap back into place.  It happened so
fast Matt didn't even have time to protest.

What the..." was all he got out.

"Now your mom won't see it. Just sit on it, keep it there and when you get
home go directly to your room and hide it." Anthony commanded.

Matt stood there fumbling with the paper, which was probably irritating his
back and butt. He got a very interesting expression on his face; almost an
intriguing and curious look, his tongue sticking out the corner of his
mouth as if he was thinking hard trying to fidget with the discomfort.

A few seconds later, we heard a car pull up and the doorbell ring.  Matt
said "Thanks guy, it was a blast.  I'll see you in class Monday" and out
the door he ran.  We heard small talk between Ms. Nichols and Matt's mom.

"I can't believe you gave him the magazine."

"He didn't get to see it all, thought I'd let him finish on the comforts of
his own bed."

"But now what are we suppose to look at?"  I just wanted to see more dick,
whether it was a big hairy picture or that of my imaginary dreams.
"Doesn't matter.  We've seen it before.  Besides I need to use the
bathroom" and out the door he went.  I then heard the front door shut and a
few moments later, the car pulled out of the driveway.  I thought to myself
`I sure hope Matt doesn't get busted.'  It'd be a shame if Matt doesn't get
to come over anymore.

Anthony returned a few moments after that.

"He's cool" Anthony said.

"Yeah. My first Canadian" as if he's a commodity.

"What's that suppose to mean?"

"Oh nothing."

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