Hi guys,
This is my first time ever writing a story though I've been an avid fan of Nifty for a while. It's something I've been meaning to do for a while and would greatly appreciate any feedback you have for me. Please feel free to email me at mattstories@hotmail.com even if it's just to tell me that you liked/hated the story. Apologies for any typing, spelling or grammatical errors.
This story will contain sexual scenes but is also a story about a teenage boy growing into himself and his sexuality. Although I have borrowed from my own life and experiences, any events that seem similar to your own lives are purely coincidental. All copyrights for this story are held by me. If it is not legal for you to read this story then that is a decision that you need take yourself but any consequences of that decisions are yours.
The story so far:
Our main character, Aaron is 13 years old and suffers from a crippling shyness. He is sent on a trip to Germany with school to help him overcome this but is rejected by the other children his age quite early on. For the past year, Aaron has had an extremely strong crush on an older boy, Kieran (15) who is also on this trip. Kieran invites Aaron to room with his and his two friends - Adam, who Aaron feels an instant bond with, and Danny, who doesn't seem interested at all. Whilst showering, Aaron overhears Danny complaining about him and arguing with Kieran and Adam before storming out of the room. He tries to sneak back into the room to dress but is seen by Kieran who appears taken aback by Aaron's semi-naked body.
Finding My Voice - Chapter three.
I was 9 years old when I had my last friend. A boy called David had spoken to me out of the blue on a Monday morning at primary school and I'd spent the week becoming his friend. We spent breaktimes and lunchtimes playing together and talking; getting to know everything about each other and becoming the best of friends in that incredibly quick way that 9 year olds can. On Friday, I had asked him if he wanted to come to my house for tea only to find that the other boys in the class had dared him to be my friend for a week and he hadn't really meant any of it. The worst part was seeing the look on my mum's face when I told her that David wasn't coming. To her credit, she didn't push me for answers and gave me my space. That night was the most I had cried since my dad died and, by the morning, I'd resigned to just stop trying. I went from shy to purposefully invisible and stayed that way until my mum sent me on this stupid trip.
I'd been foolish to relax. Foolish to think that these boys were interested in being my friend. Danny's words and bitter tone of voice had made it clear; I was just a little kid for them to babysit. I wouldn't be surprised if my mum had put them up to it! Why else would Kieran have approached me on the ferry or offered to share his room... his bed... with me?
It was all I could think about while I dressed. Sliding on a pair of fitted blue and white striped boxer briefs, I began searching through my suitcase for clothes. Why was it so difficult to find anything?! After a few moments, frustration got the better of me and, in an unusual show of strength, I tipped over the case and let its contents fall onto the floor. Pulling out garment after garment, the messy pile spread over the room. Eventually I pulled a simple white t-shirt and ripped black jeans onto my body and slipped my feet into a pair of black Vans. The handle on the door to the bathroom rattled. In my anger, I hadn't heard the shower stop. Panic gripped me and I dashed quickly for the door to the corridor; I couldn't see Kieran. Not now. I fled, leaving a mess of clothes, towels and other bits and pieces all over the room.
I guess I should have felt a little guilty, leaving my things like that. Part of me did but a larger, and much stronger, part was so angry that I just didn't care. Like a dark cloud, I stormed through the corridors and outside into the gardens. The sun was low in the sky and it cast an orange glow over the area. The water shimmered and the trees rustled in the cool breeze. Sinking to my knees, I stopped; letting my body become still. I wanted to be furious. Desperately, I wanted to hate Danny for what he had said and the others for pretending to like me in the first place. That feeling would keep me going but... here... surrounded by so much beauty, so much calm, I couldn't. Like smoke from a fire, I could feel the heat rise from my body and leave me empty. Without the anger to focus me, the tears came.
I have no idea how long I sat there with my head in my hands, tears falling freely from my eyes. Long enough that the air around me grew cold on my bare arms and my chest began to hurt from the sobbing. There I stayed until I felt movement to my left and a hand land softly on my back.
"Come on now lad," came the whisper from this Irish giant, "It can't be as bad as all that."
I raised my head, expecting the anger to return but when I saw Adam's warming smile any resentment I had for him melted. "You... you... you..." I tried but my voice was stuck. I couldn't get past the first word. There was so much that I wanted to say but Adam seemed to understand anyway.
"I'm guessing you heard Danny-boy eh?" I nodded my head. "Ah, don't listen to him. He's like a bear with a sore head sometimes; he always has something to moan about. It's not about you, honestly, it isn't" His eyes full of concern as they looked at my tear stained face.
"But... you... you don't like me!" Looking back now, I know how pathetic I sounded. In truth, I knew then but right there it was like I'd regressed to that betrayed 9 year old who didn't have a friend in the world. Adam just pulled me in towards him, his strong arm over my back, and held me there. He waited, silent, as I realised how ridiculous I'd been. Both he and Kieran had been nothing but nice to me and what Danny had said didn't even seem so bad anymore. I'd overreacted and made assumptions about these 3 boys that simply weren't fair to make. I could feel the warmth of Adam's body against me and, with each passing minute, it calmed me. The tears stopped and I wiped my face. "I'm sorry," I whispered.
"Nothing to be sorry for, my lad. But supper will be served in a few moments and you'll definitely have apologies to make if you make me miss that," he said, laughing.
We both got to our feet and it took a moment to realise that I needed to do a quick rearrange. What? Don't act like being pressed up close against a muscly, soft spoken Irish boy wouldn't have the same effect on you; I was upset not dead! Luckily, Adam turned to head back to the hotel first so I was able to slide my hand down my boxers and adjust my hardening cock. I shoved my hands into my pockets, hoping that would disguise it further.
Supper was... ok, I sat with Adam and we were soon joined by Kieran and Danny. I noticed a look of concern immediately come over Kieran's face but it vanished when he looked at Adam. I guess friends must have a way of communicating without words. All three of the boys were quite animated throughout the meal, barely stopping to take bites of the crusty rolls of bread and various different meats that were being served. I stayed quiet, only answering direct questions and even then just simple yes and nos. I kept catching Kieran glancing at me, as if he was checking that I was still there, following the conversation and each time, he smiled but his eyes didn't show their usual warmth; instead a sad dullness was present. Danny spoke a lot but never really directed what he was saying to me but that's ok. I wasn't really sure how I felt about him anyway.
As we walked back up to our room, Adam placed his hand on Danny's back and started to walk a little quicker. I moved to catch up but Kieran stopped me with a hand on my arm.
"Hey," he began.
I smiled, I couldn't help it. "Hi."
"I'm sorry about Danny," he looked almost pained, "He's a good guy, really he is, but his mouth works three times faster than his head."
"Yeah, Adam said he was like a bear with a sore head," upon hearing that, Kieran started to chuckle and nod, seeming to agree with that assessment.
"His mouth gets him into trouble, that's for sure. But he's had my back since I started at Rockforth and I know that, once he gets to know you, he'll have yours too." He seemed so sure. So confident in his choice of friends. In that moment, it was clear to see that they had been through a lot together. I just smiled, unsure of what to say. For a few seconds, he just looked at me. His eyes regaining some of the warmth they had been missing before. It took everything I had to resist reaching up and moving the few strands of hair that dangled across his eye but I did; blushing at the thought instead.
Slowly, we walked back to the room. Neither one of us spoke but the silence wasn't uncomfortable either. Embarrassment did begin to creep in when I realised that all of my worldly belongings had been flung around our room and I'd left it in a complete mess when I ran off. I needn't have worried; when we opened the door, the room was spotless. Well... as spotless as it could be given that 4 teenage boys had been sharing it for 5 or 6 hours. Noticing my confusion, Kieran walked over to the wardrobe.
"I put all of your things away with mine, I hope you don't mind?" he said, hopeful he had done the right thing.
Now, I appreciate that to you this might seem like something small but, after the last 24 hours, the fact that he would bother to collect up all of my things, hang up all of my clothes, fold away my towels, organise my toiletries and gadgets and rematch all of my socks was just... well... it made me feel exactly how I needed to feel; wanted. He'd even folded up my underwear and placed them on the shelf next to his own. Oh god... he'd touched my underwear. Kieran the teenage sex god had put his hands all over my underwear. I nearly shot a load in my pants at the mere thought of it!
"Thank you," I replied, a slight glaze appearing over my eyes which he couldn't have failed to notice.
"No problem." There, the warmth was back. Looking over at the bed that Adam and Danny were sharing, he let out a small laugh, "Didn't take them long, did it?"
I looked over and, sure enough, both of the boys were already in bed and asleep. Adam was on his back with his mouth open, letting out a steady stream of snores with Danny turned away from the room, curled up.
"So..." Kieran began, "From what you packed, I'm guessing you sleep in PJs." He held up a particularly embarrassing pair of Avengers themed pyjama bottoms and a 'Mr Tall' Mr.Men t-shirt that my mum had bought for me ironically. Blushing profusely, I cursed myself for letting my mum go through my suitcase and add the extras she 'thought I'd need'. Seeing that my cheeks were now burning hotter than fire, Kieran quickly added, "It's ok, I can sleep in PJs too."
Taking my clothes from him, I watched as he pulled out a pair of black jogging bottoms and a black vest top. They weren't actual pyjamas but I appreciated him making the effort.
I wish I could say that I got to see him reveal his sexy, toned body or perhaps caught a glimpse of the cock behind that impressive bulge I'd seen on the coach but, alas, I was too busy trying to keep my own body hidden whilst changing that, by the time I had done, Kieran was already putting his dirty clothes away. I wasn't disappointed though. In front of me was a truly beautiful boy. The vest clinging to his body perfectly, showing off his slim waist and hips, my eyes following down his legs as he removed his socks. Even his bare feet were beautiful. A small sigh escaped me and I quickly picked up my own dirty clothes to put away, hoping he hadn't heard me. When I turned back, he was already in bed with the covers pulled back waiting for me to join him.
Now this was a familiar scene, I'd imagined this many times in my head. Albeit, we weren't sharing with two other boys, we weren't fully dressed in PJs and the bed definitely wasn't for sleeping in when I'd fantasised about it. Still, beggars can't be choosers and I climbed in, pulling the covers over me. I was really conflicted. Part of me wished that the bed was smaller so that we'd be forced to be touching but another part knew that I couldn't handle that. In fact, if he had of so much as grazed my arm with his, the rocket I was once again hiding in my pyjama bottoms would definitely have gone off to quite the explosive end. After a few moments silence, and the thoughts of the day playing back in my head, I had to ask.
"Kieran..."
"Yeah?"
The words caught in my throat, like I was suddenly trying to pull a tennis ball out of my mouth. After a few moments, Kieran spoke again, "Aaron, its ok."
Those words released my throat and the words came spilling out, "Did... did my mum ask you to look out for me?"
He sat up, looking down over me. "Aaron. I asked you to share with us because I think you're..." he paused as if his next word was the most important thing he had said all year, "...nice."
"Oh... ok." He thinks I'm nice. I guess I can live with that.
He smiled down at me, "Goodnight Aaron." He leaned over, reaching for the lamp on my side and as he clicked the switch, his body moved over mine. Our chests touched. My prediction had been right and, whilst biting on my lip to prevent moaning out, my pants were flooded with my creamy teenage load for the 2nd time in 24 hours.
Thank you for reading chapter three of my story. I hope you enjoyed it - please feel free to give me any feedback at mattstories@hotmail.com, I'd really appreciate it.
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