This story is based on the life of one George Carr. (Name changed -- obviously) Please treat it with the respect a true story deserves. See the introduction to chapter 1 for the details.
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Rick.
A Touch of Heaven
Chapter 2
Monday of week two of our friendship started much the same way as the other days had since Scott and I became friends. I don't remember who got to our home room first, but whichever one of us it was had saved the seat next to himself for the other and we were able to have a few words of greeting before the form class began. We met up again for the interval and headed out to the playing field where we had intended to just sit and enjoy each other's company. As we were sitting down, Scott gave me a push which sent me sprawling on the grass. As I fell over I grabbed a handful of his shirt and he came rolling over me. This quickly developed into a fun wrestling match with each of us once again trying to pin the other.
Scott had the advantage in that he was a little bigger than me and also a bit stronger, plus he was on top and so could also use his weight to benefit him. As he brought his weight to bear on my shoulders trying to pin them to the ground and so win the struggle, I wriggled my hand free and brought it up to try and push against his chest to move him off of my shoulders. In doing so my arm brushed against his shorts and the back of my hand slid over his crotch. I was surprised to find that he was rock hard and I could feel the whole length of his dick. This little action caused me to bone up as well so that we were both in the same situation. As my hand brushed over his cock, he kind of wriggled but made no sign that he had even noticed. Certainly there was no complaint or interjection. I decided to risk it and turned my hand over so that I could palm his cock and had a small grope. I grabbed what felt like a good six incher and as I moved my hand down a nice sized set of balls squeezed into my cupped palm. It certainly felt like he was better developed than me.
Scott reacted as I had hoped he would. And he grabbed for my cock. This freed my other arm and I tried for one hand full of balls and the other full of cock. He was not to be outdone and had a good feel of my package as well. The wrestling had stopped and we were each enjoying a good feel of the other when I leaned in and whispered to him that perhaps we should look to continuing this outside of school as someone was sure to notice what we were doing soon. Scott agreed and we parted from each other. As we sat up it was clearly evident that we were both sporting boners as the school shorts were not tailored to cover such things and Scott with his nice bubble bum filling his shorts pulled the material tighter at the front which made the shape of his cock stand out quite clearly. My shorts were not quite so tight but you could still see that I had a tent even with the smaller cock. We sat facing each other as our cocks softened and agreed to talk about it again at lunch time. By this time the end of interval bell had gone and we had to race to get to our next classes. I spent those next few lessons in a state of turmoil, both anxious and excited at the same time and somehow also trying to concentrate on the classes. I was afraid Scott would turn and not want to be friends with me and yet hopeful that as he had agreed to discuss it some more that he was interested in pursuing it more intimately. And each time my thoughts turned from the lesson to Scott, the tent pole extended itself once more and the occasional drop of pre-cum would emerge such that by the time lunch came, my undies had quite a damp spot and there was a faint change of colour in my shorts indicating a small coin sized area of slight dampness; however not as much as would be there when you didn't shake your cock hard enough after a piss and put it away with a few drops still oozing from the slit.
At last the lunch time bell rang out the near end to my tension and Scott and I quickly ate our lunch and then headed off to a secluded spot in the playing area to discuss our issue. But when we got to where we believed we were sufficiently removed enough from overhearing ears, we stood facing each other in an awkward silence.
"Were you bothered by what happened at interval?" Eventually I managed to find the courage from somewhere to break that silence. I was apprehensive as I thought that Scott might not want to carry on whereas I knew I was gay and most certainly did want to carry on, especially with this beautiful boy standing in front of me.
"I'm not sure just how I feel, actually. But I would like to try some more and see where it goes to." Scott admitted.
"So do I. Would you like to come home with me after school as I will have the house to myself for a couple of hours before my parents get home?" I asked.
"Okay." Was his simple answer.
"Let's meet at the bike shed after school and we can go from there." I suggested and Scott agreed.
I was over the moon with happiness. At last Scott was going to be alone with me in private and I hoped that I would get to see this boy I adored naked. I couldn't wait; but wait I had to.
The after lunch classes dragged on far too long but eventually the final bell for the day rang and I made a bee-line to the bike shed. Scott and I retrieved our bikes from the tangle the shed always got into and we set off.
"Follow me, mate." I called over my shoulder as we sped off down the road. Normally it took me about twenty minutes to do the ride, but this day we were home in fifteen such was my haste to be with Scott.
We put our bikes away safely in the shed and I unlocked the door and let Scott and myself in. We did not worry about any pleasantries as I led Scott at a rapid walk straight to my room. I dropped my school bag on the floor as was my custom and Scott followed suit and then we turned and faced each other once more; much as we had done in the playing area at lunch time. And once again, we fell into an awkward silence.
I edged forward a little and reaching out a nervous hand, I cupped his balls through his shorts. I don't know why I was so nervous because I had had a little experience with other boys, which is how I knew I was gay, but it had never progressed passed a mutual wank and the occasional blow job. Scott immediately copied my action and cupped my balls through my shorts. Then still holding on, he leaned forward and his lips brushed mine in a kiss. I pulled back a bit. I had never thought of kissing another boy before, or for that matter allowing another boy to kiss me, let alone actually doing it. Scott got a sad expression on his face and I quickly said, "No, don't be upset. I just never kissed another boy before and it kind of took me by surprise."
"Well I have and I want to kiss you, but if you don't want to, then we don't need to." Scott offered.
I answered by moving in close again and brushing my lips against his. The skin of his lips felt like velvet and the kiss became more passionate the longer we held it. And all the time this was going on, neither of us had let go of the others balls; we were both as hard as rocks and I don't think my cock had ever been that hard before.
Scott broke our kiss to ask, "Shall we get out of our clothes?"
I agreed but said that I wanted to strip him and he said he was ok with that. So I pulled his shirt off over his head as he lifted his arms. Scott had a nice toned upper body. His chest and lower abdomen were hairless but he had the beginnings of hair in a patch under each armpit. He was not ripped but he did sport rather large nipples which attracted me even though I did not know why, but would find out soon enough. Without much finesse I moved my hands down and began undoing the fastenings of his shorts which I let slide down his legs to hit the floor making a rough figure of eight shape for the few moments they were still around his ankles. Then he stepped out of them and kicked them to the side which left him standing their just in his undies, with his hard cock clearly outlined as it pressed against them with a small wet patch where the underwear material stretched over the end of his cock. I was moments away from seeing that object of my desire when Scott stopped my progress to say that he wanted to take my clothes off before we both removed our underwear at the same time. How could I refuse such a request from the one I was beginning to idolise. So lifting my arms, I let him pull my shirt off to reveal my skinny torso which was no match for his beautiful one. But it did not seem to bother Scott as he whispered "nice" when my shirt left my body and Scott ran his hand over my chest. I didn't think it was so nice; but each to his own. Then Scott ran his fingers lightly over my nipples which sent a little shudder throughout my entire body and when he bent and sucked one nipple between his lips and flicked his tongue over it all I could come up with was "wow." I had never experienced such a feeling before and noticed that as he touched the tip of my nipple I got this mild tingling sensation in my penis. I was confused as I could not see any way the two could be connected. But there definitely was something there. No one had played with my nipples before and it was nice. I leaned forward and gave him some of the same treatment and felt his larger nipple become erect and hard in my lips. Scott reached down and undid my belt and fly and let my shorts drop to the floor and I stepped out of them. Now we both were at the same stage, dressed solely in our underpants and as hard as rocks.
Scott put his arms around me and pulled me into a hug as he brought his lips, once more, onto mine. I wrapped my arms around him and for the first time we were feeling each other skin on skin as our chests and bellies met together without the hindrance of any clothes. I ran my hands up and down his back, feeling the bumps of his spine and the lines of his ribs before they were swallowed up under the muscles running down from his shoulders. But it was those muscles also which I was feeling as I couldn't get enough of this boy. I felt his lips press harder on mine and then his tongue began to try to work its way through. I parted my lips and let his tongue meet mine. I think this was when I really fell in love with Scott, but did not, of course, realise it at that time. Our tongues entwined and I could taste Scott for the first time. I was ecstatic. Here I was, at home, alone with this Adonis who was not only interested enough in me to look at and feel my body, but whom also had a desire to kiss me. Perhaps the most intimate of expressions we had shared so far in our relationship. We continued kissing with our tongues dancing with one another and our body's rubbing against each other while our hands roamed wherever they could reach and our cocks ground into each other in that most animalistic of passions -- the need for raw, unadulterated sexual release. But alas! Eventually we both had to come up for air.
I hope you have enjoyed reading chapter 2 and it has left you waiting with desire for the third chapter. Please write with your comments and views to the address in the introduction above. -- Rick.