The 'Encounters' series is a collection of stories that I've written based on events from my own life. Many of the stores are true, some are just fantasy. Names have, for the most part, been changed to protect the identities of the not-so-innocent. Each chapter is a story unto itself -- they are authored and posted in no particular order.
This is my first attempt at writing, so I hope you like it. As an aspiring author, the only encouragement I have to keep writing is positive responses and constructive criticisms from other authors and readers. I welcome either at mattw1981@hotmail.com. I will respond right away.
The usual disclaimers apply. This material consists of graphic descriptions of gay sexual encounters between pre-teens and teenagers. It also includes references to illegal drugs. If you are under the legal age in your jurisdiction, please do not read this story. If this material offends you, please do not read it. This is not an endorsement or encouragement to commit any illegal acts. Enjoy. :)
~~ Matt
Encounters "Shawn, Part 1"
I met Shawn on the first day of 9th grade, and we hit it off right away. We both attended the same expensive, private school in the suburbs of Silicon Valley, and within a month, we were good friends and spent a lot of time with each other. We didn't really have much in common though; he was a sports nut who skateboarded, snowboarded, and exhibited a rebellious streak a mile wide.
I, on the other hand, was a pretty average kid. Average height, thin build, medium length blond hair and blue eyes -- just your standard native California kid. Shawn had a nice surfer tan, long jet black hair and green eyes.
We had different groups of friends too. I mixed with almost every group -- never excluded from any, never committed to one. I hung out with the preppies at lunch, did the Millard Filmore Trivia Competition with the intellectuals, hung out with the nerds in the computer lab on break, did theater stuff with the thespians, and smoked pot with the stoners after school. In fact, it was Shawn who got me to try smoking weed the first time.
In late October on one Friday afternoon, Shawn and I were hanging around after school and we decided to explore the Stanford campus. With seemingly hundreds of square miles stretching endlessly in every direction, the campus was one of the best places to hang out. I called my parents and told them I'd be spending the night at Shawn's, and he told his parents that he'd be home in a couple hours. Since he lived within walking distance of the campus, we figured we'd go explore for a while and head to his house afterwards.
About half an hour later, we ended up in this large grassy field overlooking one of the main roads. We found a clump of trees and sat down, mostly obsured from the road and passers-by. We laid talking for a while about school, friends, hoemwork, and just about everything else, when Shawn sat up and pulled a small pipe and baggie from his pocket.
I wasn't nearly as nieve as most people thought, but I still hadn't tried smoking.
"You smoke?" I asked him.
"Yeah, sometimes. Why? You've smoked before, right?"
"Nope." I paused. "I've always kinda wanted to try..."
He flashed me a wicked grin and started loading the bowl. "First time for everything, dude."
About twenty minutes later, we were both laying back, comfortably enjoying the high, when he started talking about (of course) girls.
"Dude, I seriously need to hook up with Brittany." Brittany was supposedly the hottest girl in the class, but I wasn't exactly paying attention. I had figured out from an early age that I didn't go for girls. Instead, I spent my time seducing supposedly straight male friends. But for the time being, I played along.
"Yeah, she's pretty hot." I shrugged.
"C'mon dude, you know you'd do her if you got the chance," he postured.
I shrugged again. "Probably, I guess."
Shawn laughed and stretched out. "I bet you beat off to her last night, in fact."
I couldn't tell at this point if Shawn was leading me on, or if this was just normal boy-boy conversation. I decided to play along.
"You know it, bro. The right hand is a man's best friend." I glanced over at Shawn and noticed a small bulge around his crotch, which he began to rub absent-mindedly.
"Tell me about it," he mumbled.
I started getting excited too. I'd seen Shawn naked a couple of times in the locker room at school, but only for a fraction of a second while he was soft. He had a nice three inch circumcized cock, with some big round balls covered with black pubes. Remembering it had started to arouse me, and I decided right then and there that I was going to get a look at him hard.
I laughed. "I'm sure you'd enjoy beating off more if you didn't have to use tweezers."
He stopped rubbing himself and looked up right at me. I couldn't tell if we was legitimately pissed or just pretending. "Bullshit, man. Everyone knows I have the biggest dick in the class," he boasted proudly.
"Sure, sure," I said sarcastically. "How big?"
"Seven inches, man." he shot back.
"So? I'm seven inches too. I guess that means you're not the biggest."
"No way, dude. You're not seven inches." He refused to believe it.
"Sorry dude, I've measured it." I figured that this was probably a safe admission since he seemed pretty certain of his own size.
"I still don't believe you," he said.
"Fine. There's only one way to settle this." I stood up and started unbuckling my belt.
"What?? You're kidding, dude. We're in the middle of a field and anyone could walk by," he protested.
I thought about backing off, afraid that I might have taken it to far. But I noticed that he never objected to comparing dicks, just that someone might walk by and see. I decided to push a little harder.
"Dude, it's Friday afternoon, and we're surrounded by trees. No one will be up here this time of day, and if they are, we'll have plenty of warning. C'mon dude, don't pussy out now." I knew that if anything would get him, that would. Shawn never wanted to look like a chicken in front of anyone else.
"Fine, dude. Let's settle this one once and for all," he said, seeming postive that he'd come out on top.
I finished undoing my belt and slit my 501's around my ankles, standing there in only blue boxers with a huge tent. He undid the belt on his cargo pants and dropped them, displaying a similar bulge in his boxers. The shirts soon followed. We moved so that we were side by side.
"Alright man, let's do this." I said, trying to hide my own hesitation. I slid my boxers down and Shawn followed suit. We stood next to each other, dicks proudly jutting out in the air. In retrospect, it seemed like we had no shame or inhibitions in front of each other at all, something that I later attributed to the high we were both still on.
We stroked our dicks for a few seconds, trying to get them as hard as we could. I was staring at his thick cock and saw him staring right back at mine.
Finally, it was Shawn who spoke first. "Damn, dude, I think you might be just a little longer than me." He sounded disappointed.
"Yeah, but you're definately thicker," I said, hoping to reassure him.
"That's true." His confidence seemed bolstered somewhat. "So I guess we both win, huh?"
"Yeah, I think so."
Neither of us was making a move to put our cocks away. In fact, I could see some precum oozing out the head of Shawn's rock hard pole. He was still slowly playing with it.
"Dude, I'm pretty horny," Shawn said softly
"Me too, dude. Do you mind if I took care of the problem?" I asked him, looking straight into his eyes.
He looked relieved. "Cool dude, I'm about to burst too. Must be the weed."
He kicked off his pants and boxers and laid down on the ground, completely nude. He closed his eyes, and began stroking.
The idea of watching Shawn jerk off really excited me. I laid down next to him and started stroking my uncut cock, gently squeezing as my hand moved up and down. I glanced at Shawn out of the corner of my eye and noticed him really working on the base of his dick, the head looking red and angry at the top. The precum was oozing all over his hand, and I could tell he was ready to blast a monster load. I looked up at his face, and to my surprise, he was staring at my hard-on as I rocked my hand back and forth, moving the foreskin up and down across the head of my cock.
"That's pretty cool, man...the whole foreskin thing," he panted as he contined to stroke his huge rod.
"Yeah, definately enhances the pleasure," I whispered back.
He continued to watch me jerk on my cock, so I decided to put on a bit of a show for him. I reached my other hand down, grabbed my balls and started gently tugging on them. I saw Shawn start to rub his cock a little faster and heard him breathing heavily. I ran my hand up to my nipple and started gently tugging on the nipple, moaning softly.
A few seconds later, I heard a gasp and a soft moan and looked over to see Shawn with his eyes tightly closed, blasting a fresh load. I couldn't believe my eyes as the jizz kept pumping out of his cock all over his hand, falling on his abs and coating his lower abdomen. Each time his cock spasmed, another stream of cum shot out and he would moan.
The sight of him shooting his load pushed me right to the edge.
"Fuck dude, I'm cumming too", I grunted. As I climaxed, I started shooting and felt the first spurt hit the bottom of my chin. I moaned as I continued to spurt load after load across my chest and all over my hand.
When I opened my eyes, Shawn was staring at me, a smile plainly evident on his face.
"Dude, you fucking jizzed everywhere," he laughed. I flinched as he moved his hand towards my face.
"What are you doing, dude?" I asked him, puzzled.
"Nothing," he said as he swiped his finger across my nose. "You shot pretty far."
I grinned. "Thanks, dude." He brought his finger up to his nose, sniffed at my cum, and wiped his finger on his discarded undershirt. "Smells weird, man," he said, a grin creeping across his face at well.
I feigned mock indignation and swiped a finger across his abs, picking up some of his jizz on my finger. I brought it to my nose, made a disgusted face, and wiped in on my undershirt.
"Yours doesn't smell so good either," I shot back. I would have loved to lick it all off of him nontheless, but I figured I'd probably pushed my luck enough for one day.
We laughed at each other's mess and proceeded to wipe it up with our undershirts that we had long since discarded. We were both pretty soft again at this point, and I was half-expecting Shawn to trip out on me, but to my surprise he seemed cool with everything. We put our school shirts back on, sans the white cum-stained undershirts, and made ourselves presentable again.
As I threw my undershirt in my backpack and stood up, Shawn winked at me and grinned. "We'll have to do this again sometime."
END OF PART 1
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