The following is a story based on fact. It is an excerpt from the life of a good friend who has asked me to write it. Of course names have been changed for obvious reasons, nevertheless, it is still real to those involved and so I ask you treat it with the respect that this commands; please. The events take place in New Zealand when my friend and his friends were of college age. In New Zealand that is the equivalent of high school or secondary school in other parts of the world. It is also based in an era where homosexuality was criminalised and gay people suffered terribly at the hands of bigots who looked on them as fair game.
Needless to say, this story involves graphic detail of sexual acts between two teenage boys and so if it is illegal for you to be reading this sort of thing, please leave now. If you find this type of literature offensive, close the page now and look elsewhere. However, if you enjoy reading prose on this subject, I hope you will enjoy what follows.
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I might also pass comments on to my friend who is one of the characters in the story if you have something kind and thoughtful you would like to share with him.
Rick.
A Touch of Heaven
Chapter One.
"What are you looking at Carr?" Scott almost spat out at me.
"I ... I am only trying to be friendly." I stammered as I turned away blushing scarlet in embarrassment.
"Well, don't. I've been warned about you. They say you're weird." He shot back.
"I'm not weird, I'm just shy and others like to make fun of me." I replied.
"Why?" Scott asked.
"I don't know, they just do." I answered.
Scott White had transferred earlier to the college from another school and recently had been moved into my class. Our form teacher had asked me to help Scott when he needed it, but all my attempts had been met with contempt as he brushed me off. And now during the interval we were sitting outside and I could not help looking at him; he looked good and appeared to have a nice body under his uniform which I wanted to get to know better. But it seemed that Scott was not interested as he continued with, "Well leave me alone, ok?"
"All I'm trying to do is to get to know you better." I responded giving him one of my saddest looks.
Scott stood up and I did also. "Go away, Carr," he ordered giving me a push.
"Hey! White! Don't push me!" I responded pushing him back.
Scott grabbed my shirt and threw me to the ground coming on down on top of me and we began to wrestle each trying to get a hold on the other which would enable us to pin our opponent. Although Scott was a bit bigger than me, we seemed to be fairly well matched in the struggle and as it continued it gradually began to change from a teenage spat into a display of strength where we were no longer trying to just pin the other but to overcome the other. The holds became less desperate and more a test of the others strength. Suddenly Scott stopped struggling against me and said, "Maybe the others were wrong about you. You seem alright to me."
I was dumbfounded and replied to the person whom moments before I thought didn't like me or worse, didn't even want to know me, "You seem alright to me too."
As we stood and dusted ourselves off, the bell went to signal the end of the break and we needed to get to our classes.
"We'd better get to our classes, but I would like to get to know you a bit better." Scott said.
We arranged to meet up again at lunch time and sped off to our different classes. I was distracted through the rest of the morning as I thought more about Scott than what the class was about; and couldn't wait for that lunch time bell to sound.
We hung out together at lunch time and I introduced him to a small group of others that were friends with me. They weren't from the same class and so Scott had not had the opportunity to meet them before.
When school let out, I asked Scott where he lived and if he would like to come around to my house. He said he would but that he couldn't that day and maybe we could do something at the weekend. As it was, Scott lived almost on the opposite side of town to where I lived and so we would need to do some planning to get together out of school. With that we parted for the day, each on our bikes heading for our respective homes.
This had been one of the best days in my school life for quite a while and I rode home with a sense of euphoria hanging over me. When I got home I parked my bike in the shed at the back and made for my room. I dropped my school bag on the floor and soon after my clothes followed it so that I was completely naked. I, George Carr, was not worried about been caught naked as I often went naked at home anyway, added to which my parents were both out at work and would not be home for a while yet. My parents were fairly liberal and they also sometimes walked naked from the bathroom back to their room, so there was no embarrassment when my mother or father looked upon my nude form. The only rule was that I was not allowed to be naked when we had visitors.
Although I was already fourteen and six months, I did not have that much to show in the genital department as I was something of a late starter. So my circumcised cock and balls were not that big and I only had a whisper of hair making its appearance above my cock with nothing on the scrotum or around it. But this did not stop me and falling backwards onto my bed, I began to stroke my cock as I thought about Scott and his naked body. Or at least how I imagined it would look if we ever got that far. I had known from an early age that my interest lay in boys rather than girls. I mean I had a few friends who were girls and we got on alright, but there was nothing sexual in our relationships. However, it was these friendships that had probably saved me from the homophobic gang who ruled the school. At this stage they had not seen anything in my manner which they could pin on me as being gay and so had left me alone. If the gang had known what was going on inside my head, I would have become their punch bag and foot ball at the same time. But up to this point they had not even suggested I was queer when they were making fun of me. I knew that I had to be careful around them though because they could be very mean.
I lay there on my bed, the fingers and thumb of my right hand slowly stroking my rigid cock and occasionally enjoying the slickness as a small bead of pre-cum lubricated my cock head before drying up under the friction of the motion. Scott was bigger than me in body and so I imagined his cock was also bigger than mine and could stick out straight and hard, pointing upward and a little away from his belly as he stood before me without a stitch on. In my mind I cupped his balls in my left hand and felt their weight before sliding my fingers up the length of his cock and scooping up the pearl of pre-cum that glistened on the tip of his cut cock. I think nearly all the boys were cut in those days, so we didn't really think about what it was like to still have a foreskin. As my mind's eye took in the beauty and feel of the boy who was now filling my dreams, my orgasm built and my right hand began to jerk at a faster rate until suddenly the explosion overtook me and I shuddered and shook to one of the strongest dry orgasms I had ever experienced. For although I was fourteen and half, my small balls held tightly in their bag under my cock were not yet producing semen or sperm for me to spit out. As I came down from my high, I realised that I wanted to know Scott in more ways than one and although I knew I was gay, I also knew I would have to go slowly and carefully with Scott because I had no idea which way he leant and did not want to lose him as a friend.
I must have puzzled my mother for a few days because I was up early and ready to go to school in the hopes of being able to meet up with Scott before the classes began for the day. Usually mom would have to call me three of four times before I got out of bed; mainly because I would be taking care of my morning wood before getting up. On some occasions she even had to come into the room and pull the bed covers off of my naked body. But because I had already taken care of the morning glory, I did not have to suffer the ignominy of being caught with a hard on or worse still wanking. How naive children are in thinking that their parents do not know what goes on under the bed clothes most mornings? That first morning after our little wrestling match saw me off to school early and although I did not see Scott before the first class began, when I walked into the form room he saw me and signalled to me that there was an empty seat next to him which he had been keeping for me. I thanked him as I sat for no one had ever kept a seat for me before.
"Hey, we're friends aren't we, mate?" he replied nonchalantly as if that was what we always did. I was dumbfounded. No one had ever made friends with me so quickly and here he was already keeping a seat for me. I had to turn my head away as a bit of emotion caused my eyes to well up and I did not want him to see the tears nestling in their corners.
From then on, this became the norm for us for any of the classes we shared. Whoever got there first would reserve a seat for the other.
Being shy I found it difficult to talk with other people and almost impossible to hold any form of real conversation, yet with Scott it was different; I found it easy to talk with him and we would chat away together at the intervals and lunch. And we would swap light hearted banter and the odd friendly punch or two. Although we did not share the same classes for every subject on this day, we left our form class and went on to the same science class together. I am fairly bright and was able to keep up with most things but on this morning my head was swooning around Scott and I turned off from the teacher as my thoughts concentrated on the boy sitting next to me. Suddenly I was brought down with a bump as I realised I was being asked a question which I had no idea about. Quick thinking Scott noticed this and pointed with his finger in the text book to the answer and so I was able to respond correctly. After that, I still thought a lot about Scott, but I also kept a level of concentration on the class and managed to keep out of trouble that way. As we left that class, I thanked Scott for saving my butt because the teacher was known to freely hand out detentions when he caught a pupil not paying proper attention.
"No problem, mate" Scott answered, "You're my friend and friends help each other."
"Thanks anyway. I hope I can do the same for you one day, mate. And a big thanks for being my friend." I responded.
Scott's smile beamed at me like a radiant sun as we carried on to our next class; as I walked on the clouds enveloped in the joy of that smile. And that was the pattern for the week, we met up in shared classes and at the intervals and lunch breaks, but we did not manage to arrange to see each other out of school nor over that first weekend of our friendship.
Well folks that is the first chapter of this biographical sketch and I hope you enjoyed it as much I have enjoyed learning the facts and then writing them. Although I first got into writing this sort of prose by doing an autobiographical story, all my other stories are fiction, and so this has provided a different challenge which I am finding both exciting and enjoyable. If you want to know where to find my other stories then drop me a line at the e-mail above and I will share them with you. In the meantime, wait with anticipated excitement for the next chapter in George's story.