Thanks to all those who wrote me, special thanks to the writer from australia. Its nice to know that I'm in Canada and my story is being read by people half a world away. Sweet! Well on with the story then....
Saturday came around and I was awoken by a squeking sound that illuminated my bedroom. I opened my eyes and turned around to be met by Thomas' cheery smile (trust me! It's the best thing to wake up and see).
"What the hell are you doing here so early?" I questioned, feeling my morning wood poke against my lycra shorts.
"Woke up and was bored, so I decided to come over, only to see your lazy ass still sleeping!" he answered smiling brightly (he's such a glass of sunshine). I think if you look closely, you'll see a fucking halo floating above this guy's head. After using almost all of my will power to get my straining dickdown, the morning piss made itself known, so I got up and headed to my washroom to relieve myself.
"So what you want to do today?" i made conversation as I took my piss.
"Ummm....I wanted us to go to a beach...or whatever....if you want." he replied, and somehow I knew he was looking at the floor or playing with something in his hand.
"Wanna just chill by the the pool outback?" I asked. The pool was actually at the side of the house, entrance to a small wooded area that co-joins with the "neighbours" yard. We, well my sister and I, had utilized the pool all summer and the bbq that came with it. It was a relaxing place to be at and I try and make sure that I got my weekly dosage to calm my nerves. Also, this way, I get to see Thomas' sexy boy toy body and perv over it as much as I like. I joined the swim team and we train three, but sometimes two times a week. I later kind of regretted joining it because swimming is so differant from any other sport there is. See, while other sports require uniforms and outfits, all you get to wear is one skimpy-ass piece of spandex that does nothing to hide the throbbing hard-on you get from being surrounded by wet built guys. God! I woyld jerk off into the toilet just before going down to the pool for sake of my dignity. I would take peeks at the rest of the guys, but Thomas was my main meat. We would usually be the last to leave the change room and each would shyly try to hide their body and nervousness.
"Okay...we can cook something up on the b-q as well"
"Coolness. Now shooe" I approached him,trying to get him to stop spinning on my computer chair.
"Hey. Nasty! Get that think away from me!" he requested, jokingly referring to my bulge in the lycra.
"Yeah, wateva! You'll like it" I grinned at as I sat down on the chair.
"I bet I would" he giggled sarcastically, jumping over to my bed.
"It's fulls cum you know" I told him, referring to my bed.
"Ewww! You're so weird!"
"That's why you like me."
And that commenced the beginning of our bonding weekend. He spent the entire Saturday and went home in the night on Sunday. H e tried to beg his parents, not infront of me of course, to let him stay until Monday after school, but they said no.
The Saturday morning, we did some hot dogs on the grill and corn (it's very good, roasted corn, it's a Caribbean thing.). We ate and then he sunbathed to get a deeper tan, to which I told him was a ridiculous idea.
"Any deeper and you'll be toasted" I laughed manically at him as he flipped me off. I was sitting on the side of the pool starring at his beautiful prick just locked away beneath that damn or should I say, lucky bikini brief. As I starred I felt myself growing to a painful erection that I can't touch-my parents and sister were home. Don't want them to see their baby brother and son beating off while straddling his friend's chest. That thought alone made my boner thrust three times against my skin and leaked an amount of pre-cum on the front of my spandex. At this point, I got in the water and did a few laps to cool off (my dick that is).
"Couldn't stand it huh?" Thomas asked smiling slyly. I didn't know if he was referring to the weather or my dick and I didn't wanted to ask.
The Sunday, we hang out in the woods almost all day. This is where I got a bit horny...........
We were sitting at the root of a tree when we started on the topic of each other's body. You know us guys and our competitve ways. I felt a bit bold and asked him if he wanted to see my birthmark.
"Sure"
So I pulled my shirt up and pushed the waist of my track pants down (my birthmark sits on the start of my left glute).
"It shapes like Puerto Rico" he commented and gently passed his hands over it. I closed my eyes(obviously he couldn't see me because I was turned away so he can get to see my birthmark). His fingers tickled me as he touched, over and over, gently rubbing his index finger over it. This sensitivity caused Doyle jr to stand at attention, that's when I remembered that I was in tracks and there was no way to hide my state of arousal.
"Hey stop that!" I playfully slapped his hand away, turning to sit down.
"Hahahaha...doesn't seem to upset as much as you're acting." he laughed loudly pointing at my dick that was pointing back at him.
"Finish what you started!" I suggested, grabbing his head. He pulled away, muffling his laughs now, as I aimed my erected cock towards his mouth. He grabbed the behind of my knees and pulled me to the ground, which started a wrestling match. We played around for quiet sometime, rolling in the dry leaves, dirtying our clothes.
"Get up off me fag." I laughed as the playing came to an end, and a little bit of a moment occurred, staring into each others eyes. He laughed, causing his body tojerk and gyrate against me, and lowered his head to my chest.
"I'm a fag huh?" he asked mischieviously.
"No,no your not a fag!" I tried to save myself, knowing from his tone of voice that he was going to do something stupid. He started, slowly, humping his pelvis into mine.
"So I'm a fag huh?" he questiioned. I tried to push him off me but he pinned my hands downto each side of me. His thrusts were making me even harder and from the feeling I felt against my leg so was he. Everything went silent for a short while. It was as if the world move in slow motion as I began to enjoy the pleasure that came with each thrust. He lowered his head to my ear and asked:
"So I'm a fag?" I couldn't answer. I was so gravitated into the moment that answering might have hinder any sexual sutra I should have experienced. Then, as suddenly as it all started, it finished.He stopped mid-way of our (well my) orgasm and got up. I hated him but didn't showed it. How dare he get me all excited and stop in the middle of my enjoyment. I the back of my mind i screamed "FUCKER! I'm gonna get you!" I called him a fag again as we made our way back to sit under the tree we were sitting under before. Both of us had hard ons, me trying to make mines as discreet as possible but him, he wasn't even paying attention to his. We spent the rest of the evening chatting and goofing around (throwing nuts at each other- not that kind guys come on). When it started late and a crazy owl hooted just above us and scared the shit out of us both, we deciede it was time to go home. Thats when Thomas decided to call his parents to see if he can stay. He stayed in the kitchen to make the call as I plopped down next to my father in the sitting room. I changed the channels on the t.v, which cause me to get an eye from my father which earned him a peck on the cheek. After that, Thomas came through to the sitting-room and announced to my father and I that he was going to leave. He said goodbye to my sister who was yapping away to someone on the phone (as always). My mom was making dinner and asked him to stay for it but he politely said no and talkied his way out of it (he also had to promise mom that he will stay some other time). He looked so cute trying to get out of it without upsettint my mom :-}
"Bye chum!" my dad waved at him while peering through his reading glasses (he does trhat to everyone). He followed me to my McLaren and I dropped him home. We talked a bit before he went inside, and I earned a tight "squeeze-hug" from him.
Later, I went up to my room, showered, dried off and got under the covers and slowly started jerking my dick off to today's little flirtatious actions in the woods. I came like six shots, most of them got on my chest and face, even in the front of my hair. I fell asleep almost immediately afterwards from exhaustion that the jerk off brought about. There was cum dripping all over my mid-section and I'm sure it got tangled up in the sheets.......oh well.
Thanks for reading and sending me your views....I really love hearing what you have to say and sometimes I get some so positive that it makes my day. So...keep um cumming guys. Thanks alot.......Oh there's this guy at skool I think likes me but I don't know if he's straight or gay and I don't want to approach him wrongly........help?