This story is a work of fiction based loosely on my teenage years. I welcome feedback, but understand and appreciate that this story is written in the manner in which it is simply because that's my writing style. Please respect that I do not wish for this story to be copied in any way, shape or form. Due to there being frequent male/male sexual contact, If you feel you are not legally allowed to be reading this then please cease.
--Chapter Two--
Very little interesting things happened the rest of that day, besides me sitting on my balcony pondering what to do next with Peter and who else I could have some fun with. Thats what I called what I did with Peter in my mind then, simply having fun, thoughts of sexuality never crossed my mind, or perhaps I didn't care enough to even think about it. I viewed it the same way I viewed most things, I didn't want to be one of those old people with numerous regrets, I want to sit back with a grin on my face while I reminis when I'm old.
The situation with Peter was great, but I couldn't help but think it's far from over, that I can't assume that what had happened will happen frequently, or even blossom. I needed a plan to keep him. Which I felt began with texting him, I needed to know what he actually thought, so I texted him, "Yo man, I had fun today. Would it be too bold if I said I wouldn't mind having some more fun at some point :)" Satisfied, I sent the text. As I waited for him to reply, I began brainstorming different guys in my year that could potentially be next on my list of of boys. And one guy stood out in my mind, Adrian.
Adrian, was hot. He was, maybe an inch shorter than me, had blueish eyes, muscly build from football, very short blonde hair, and very hairy legs n arms. Which I couldn't help but find sexy. I found myself thinking often of running my hands through the hair on his legs, slowly, as they got higher up his tanned inner thighs.
My phone beeping broke my thoughts, Peter's reply to my text. "Haha, nah that wouldn't be too bold. A little fun every now and again didn't do anyone any harm!" I grinned and thought to myself, he literally has no idea what he'd just agreed to let me do to him, and him to me.
--The Next Day--
It was Tuesday, which meant we had P.E (Physical.Education) as our second lesson in the day, usually if you have P.E first in the day your allowed to come to school wearing your P.E kit to not waste time changing out of them as soon as you got to school pretty much. Since we had it second, all the sportcrazy people in my year complained and managed to get the teachers to let them wear our kits through our first lesson ready for P.E, which meant that when I walked into my Maths lesson that day, all the guys were wearing (myself included) the navy blue and grey tshirt P.E uniform. Glorious legs, everywhere.
Strangely, the desks had been rearranged, apparently our Maths teacher in her infinite wisdom decided to have the desks at a 90degree angle from her's at the front of the room, and extend across the length of the room. The class sizes were small, so perhaps it was a good idea.
I glanced around the room, still more or less staring at the floor due to all the legs, ankle socks and trainers. When I spotted Adrian's muscly, hairy, blonde haired, tanned legs, wearing kswiss trainers in ankle socks. I got a semi almost instantly. My eyes wandered all over him and his muscly tanned body when I noticed the desk in front of his was empty. I tried my best not to run over and sit opposite him, to prevent anyone from noticing how stupidly excited I was, which ended with me half jogging half walking quickly across the room. Had anyone been paying attention I would have looked like a fucking retard to say the least.
I sat down, we said hellos, n that was all really. We were kinda acquaintances, not friends. We had different circles of friends, him with the wannabeamerican jocks, mine with just regular people I guess. The lesson started and was boring. Within five minutes or so I couldn't help but feel the need to drop my pen just to put my head below my desk for a few seconds just to gaze at him for a bit. When I noticed he'd kicked off his kswiss and had his legs crossed and outstretched in front of him, I could reach out and touch his white ankle socked feet, a thought my penis reminded me of numerously.
I kicked off my pair of nikes, moved em to the side and crept my feet towards his shoes. My attention was being split so much my heartbeat started racing. I tried to keep an ear open in case the teacher spoke to me, or if Adrian made any indication of a disturbance below the desk. While trying to look as if I was focusing on my work when it really couldn't be further from my mind.
Mine and his desks were opposite each other next to the teaches desk, which meant there was only half the chance of being seen. Which eased my panic and paranoia as I my feet found his kswiss, flicked em to get them facing the right way, as I slipped my feet in both of them. I felt my penis harden as I savoured the warmth of his shoes. I couldn't resist groping my growing bulge in my shorts.
I wore them for around 30seconds before I got too paranoid of him changing position or suddenly getting cold feet, so I slipped them back off. Fucking lucky to be honest, he moved his legs almost immediately after my legs n feet got back to my side. I stole another glance under the desk, this time under the pretense of adjusting my shoes, his legs were spread in a normal seated position. Allowing me to see a vague outline of his package.
I took a deep breath as I thought I could use this situation, using parts one and three of Peter's plan in one go. I outstretched my legs so that they were able to reach his which weren't, and just be around a cm away from his feet. I edged my chair closer to my desk, I moved as close to my desk as possible, as I nervously turned the direction of both my feet, so that my ankle gently came into contact with his lower ankle and part of his foot.
Nothing happened. I told myself wait for five minutes so he gets used to it then you can increase contact. But I couldn't wait. After two minutes I moved my feet slightly closer, so that my toes were now touching the back of his ankle and the side of my foot was resting against his. I stole a quick glance at his face, unchanged and focused on his work, barely a blink.
After about a minute he moved again, I was still unsure about how he felt about the contact. With straight guys you never know if they think it's too much or not, some straight guys don't mind, believing that both of you are straight and thus why does it matter, some find it highly uncomfortable believing all male touching is wrong/disgusting etc.
This time he outstretched his legs again, spreading them out wide, and stretching them out across into my half of the desk. Such that the side of his shins came into direct contact with mine. I was now hard and couldn't help but grope myself again. I did that thing where you move seemingly adjusting your seating position, but actually just using it as an excuse to gently run our legs together, feeling our hairs momentarily intertwine, feeling the warmth of his legs.
It was hard to tell what he thought, he did start up a conversation with me shortly after, talking about random things, where I'm from, where he's from, the usual 'So you're new' type of conversation. Which I thought at the very least meant he was comfortable being around me.
And that's where the bell rang for our next lesson. I didn't expect him to be like, he's touching my leg, I want you now. Nor did I expect him to be sporting a huge boner as we left, he did sort of have a semi though, there was a slight bulge. But all in all I was happy with the progress I made with Adrian, we got on well. It massively turned my on thinking that he was a challenge, a realistic challenge. Next Maths lesson we'll see what happens, and I still had Peter to look forward to.
The rest of the day went by slowly and was more or less shit and a waste of time. No other opportunities arising with anyone else. I met up with Peter, and after a brief exchange of how our days went and informing him that my mum picked up my bike this morning as she dropped me off for school, I was back on the back of his bike, this time pressed up against him.
We got back to his house, after talking most of the way about a new xbox game that was coming out, he said, "Trampoline?" to which I readily accepted.
We got into his house n said, "I'm just gonna put on some shorts, I'm sweaty as fuck." "Haha, yeah good plan.. actually have you got a spare pair, I might do the same." I walked into his room behind him, and watched as he fished through his clothes, found a pair of red football shorts n threw them at me, as he changed into a pair of black ones. It was weird, I wasn't sure if I was supposed to push him into his bed and starting rubbing his dick, as if we would only ever be 'having fun,' or if those moments would be random and just happen. He didn't put on a shirt, so neither did I. We both ran back downstairs, through the garden and pounced onto the trampoline as we just jumped for a bit.
Then a thought occurred to me, maybe he wants me to make the move. So I did, I pushed him over and we started wrestling again on the trampoline, only this time I was more ready for how he was going to respond, and managed to pin him down on his back with me sitting on his tummy. Still caught up in the moment I startled tickling him. He laughed hysterically and squirmed underneath me, as tickled his tummy and moved up across his chests and his pits. Hearing him howl with laughter made my penis grow very quickly.
I scooched back until I found his bulge and sat directly on it, as I tickled him harder and slowly ground my arse into him. My tickling slowly turned into a rough massage, and then just touching him as I ground harder and harder into his now hard bulge as I heard him moan.
I laid on top of him and let my one of my hands wander to his nipples as I gently tweaked and pinched them, as the other crept underneath him as I squeezed his cheeks in my hand. I felt him ground back as he breath heavily on my neck, and I on his. Both his hands found their from my lower back underneath the waistband of my shorts as we dry humped each other. I gently nibbled his ear and and neck as he moaned and humped harder, thrusting against me as we bounced on the trampoline.
I kissed his neck and moved towards chin, then to his lips, he didn't resist. I kissed his lips once before he opened his mouth and let me tongue in, as we wildly attacked each others tongues and explored our mouths. Making out with Peter felt amazing, I loved the taste of him. And that thought sent me over the edge as I dry fucked him, after a few quick thrusts into his groin I moaned in his mouth as I came all over myself. I was still cumming as I felt his orgasm against me, as I felt and heard his sexy moans.
We slowed down until we were merely kissing and letting our hands roam each others body, mine in his hair, his on my arse.
I stopped kissing him and said, "I should go soon.." "Yeah I think thats a good idea, we kinda got carried away again." We both giggled. I started getting up from him and then an astounding thought came to mind, "Do you mind if I took a souvenir with me?" "What do you mean.." Before he could finish I had pulled down his gloriously cum filled shorts and had started to run off with them back into the house. I heard him laughing behind me.
I changed into my uniform, put our shorts in a carrier back and into my backpack and walked home with a very satisfied grin on my face.
--End of Chapter Two--