Hello everyone. I'm new to writing stories, at least ones that are read by other people, so any feedback would be appreciated. You can email me at omgdannywriter@hotmail.com and I've set up a tumblr as well at omgdannywriter.tumblr.com (I noticed a lot of people have been doing that recently so I hope you enjoy the content there too).
All the usual disclaimers stand - the characters and events of this story are entirely fictional and ever part is played by an actor over the age of 18 (or 21, whatever it is where you are). Don't read this story if you are offended by the idea of teenage boys engaging in sexual acts with each other.
This chapter develops the characters and the scenario further. There are suggestions of things to come but the first actual sexual activity will occur in the next chapter.
Gaining Silver - Chapter 2
The morning of the practise expedition was stressful to say the least. After waking up late, which is really unusual for me, I couldn't find all of the things that I needed and genuinely started to worry that I was going to have to cry off. There was a little part of me that would have been glad about that because I was still really concerned about sharing a small space with those 3 beautiful boys. In fact, in the time between the planning meeting and the practise, I'm a little embarrassed to say that I've spilt more than a few loads thinking about each of them individually... and... together. I couldn't help it though. Honestly, I'm surprised I could even keen my dick down when I'm near them. You know how much I'm obsessed with Luke but, in fairness, the others were getting just as bad: I'd woke up sweating, panting and covered in my own spunk only a few nights ago after dreaming that I had my cock buried in Oliver's beautiful bum. How the hell was I going to cope with this?
Fortunately, or unfortunately depending on how you want to look at me, my mum was hyper-organised and managed to find the pieces of equipment that I thought I was missing. She was really eager that I do this as she thought it would be good to make a few new friends and that the award might look good on job applications or even university ones in a few years' time. She could tell that something was bothering me though and started questioning me about it. I played it off as just shyness and nerves - I couldn't very well tell my mother that I was worried about all of the 3 boys seeing me rock hard all of the time just because of how sexy I found them, could I? She seemed to buy it and it wasn't long before we were in the car and heading to the starting point.
We were picking Luke up on the way. We pulled up on the curb outside his house and he came rushing out after saying bye to his parents. He threw his bag into the back and then jumped in next to me. To say that he was excited was a complete understatement - he was practically bouncing around for the entire ride out to the start point.
When we arrived, David and Oliver were already there. Immediately, my eyes went to Oliver's bum and I was pleased to see that it was just as sexy and juicy as I'd remembered it. If anything, my dream the other night had downplayed how attractive it was. David was looking good too; dressed well and in such a way that you could tell there was a tight body underneath those clothes.
We exchanged some typical morning greetings and then, after sending out parents on their way, we started to set off on our journey. We had quite a significant distance to make on the first day if we were going to make it to the area we'd picked out to camp for the night. I suppose it doesn't technically matter if we have to stop and camp somewhere else but it would be nice to stick to the plan.
So, I'm not going to pretend that all four of us got on like a house on fire straight away. The first 30 minutes or so of our journey were pretty quiet and, even once the chat broke out, it was mainly Luke and I talking and Oliver and David talking. I guess that's to be expected; you can't just throw near strangers into a new environment and expect them to act like old friends. That being said, after we took our first rest break, I found Oliver walking next to me instead of Luke.
"Hey," he said, getting the conversation off to a truly amazing start. "Hi," This was going to be ground-breaking stuff here! There was a momentary pause before he said: "So, how come you're doing this?" "Doing what?" I asked, puzzled. "The Duke of Edinburgh." "Oh," I said, feeling quite stupid, "Well, Luke wanted to do it so..." "Did you not want to?" his brow furrowed as he looked at me. "Erm... I guess yes and no. I just thought it would be a lot of work and I wasn't really sure it would be worth it." "Oh," was all he said then. I kind of felt bad. I'd basically just trashed what we were doing: "I don't mean that this isn't going to be fun. I'm sure it will be but, you know, with GCSEs and everything..." Oliver smiled at me, "Nah, I get you. My dad kind of pushed me into this. He thinks boys should spend loads of time outdoors, you know, really toughen them up." For the briefest of moments, a real sadness flashed over his face and I found myself feeling truly sorry for this boy. I didn't want to push and the subject quickly changed to video gaming instead. It turned out that Oliver and I had some pretty similar tastes and it wasn't long before we were bonding over our shared love of all things technological.
Luke and David appeared to be doing the same as they walked a 10 or so metres ahead of us. My best friend was clearly the most excited for this and, throughout the whole journey on the first day, he was right at the front and leading the way. I was happy to be next to him for some and trail at the back with Oliver for other parts. We made really good time and were at our planning camp site well in advance of when we should have arrived. Joe and David volunteered to set up the tent while Oliver and I went out to collected wood for the fire.
We were doing a pretty good job: we'd found all sorts of wood perfect for burning and enough kindling to get us started. However, as all teenage boys do, we soon descended into play. "Take that!" Oliver cried out as he lunged at me with a long thin stick, pretending it was a lightsabre. I brought up my own to block his shot and we both carried on duelling. It was fun, jumping around whilst spinning the sticks. As a teen, you don't get many opportunities to engage in this sort of imaginative play - long gone are the days of primary school and the creative things we used to do there.
However, there is a reason why adults tell you not to prat around with sticks and pretend they are swords or lightsabres and it wasn't long before one of us got hurt. It happened to be me. "Argh!" I cried out as Oliver's stick snapped in two after he swung it particularly hard at me. A piece had flown at me through the air and scratched the side of my face. Oliver had giggled at first but, as soon as he saw the blood appearing on my cheek, his expression changed to one of fear and concern. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry!" he rushed over to me, taking my face in his hands and turning it to the side. "Does it hurt?" he asked me as he looked to make sure there weren't any splinters or pieces of dirt left in the small wound. It had hurt but it was more than it'd taken me my surprise. As the pain started to fade a little, I found myself in a rather unusual situation. Oliver was right in front of me - literally centimetres away - and his hands were on my face. I had, on instinct, dropped my hands onto his waist as he was inspecting the cut. As soon as I became aware of this, I dropped them but not before I experienced a most powerful and intense urge. I wanted to kiss Oliver and I think that it was only because I became aware of it that it didn't just happen organically.
He was red-faced as he moved back away for me. I didn't want him to feel bad and was concerned that he was about to start feeling really upset by what had happened. I reassured him that it was completely an accident and that it was fine; I just needed to get washed up and give it a wipe when we got back to camp. However, this didn't seem to cheer him up much and we were mostly silent as we gathered up the firewood we'd collected and headed back.
Luke and David had clearly been working hard while we were messing around in the forest as the camp was completely ready by the time we got back. Our tent wasn't huge but it wasn't tiny either. We've have to sleep close to each other but there was enough height to, just about, stand up. Well, for me anyway, David definitely wouldn't be able to and Luke would struggle. The two lads greeted us warmly, especially when we showed them how much wood we'd managed to gather. Although it wasn't cold yet, you could tell that the temperature was going to drop pretty quickly in the next hour or two.
I was the one most confident in setting a new fire so I set to it. With David having never done it before, he watched pretty closely so that he'd be able to do it if we needed him to. He was very keen to improve his skills and kept asking me questions about what I was doing and why it had to be built up in stages. We hadn't interacted much on the trip so far so it was nice to spend a little bit of time with him. Before long, the fire was going and we made a start on making our pasta for the evening's meal.
Luke did most of the cooking with the rest of us lending a hand when he needed it and, within 30 minutes, we had our first cooked meal of the expedition. It was pretty damn good actually. Don't get me wrong, my mum's chicken pasta bake is so much nicer than the little bit of pasta and sauce that we'd managed to throw together but, considering we're all 16-year olds, it wasn't too bad. Oliver volunteered to clean everything away and it wasn't long before we were all sat around the campfire relaxing after the long day's trek.
I have to admit; my legs were absolutely killing me now that we'd stopped. While we were working, everything was fine and I think it helped that I was distracted in conversation but, now we'd stopped, they were aching terribly. I think the others must have felt similar as, for the next 30 minutes, we just sat there next to the fire, relaxing and barely talking. Being in nature like this was really lovely especially given that I'm normally a city boy through and through.
"Hey guys," David broke the silence, "All this is nice and everything but I'm really bored." All of us burst out laughing. In fairness, we'd all been feeling it. With the amount of time we spent on our phones, it's no surprise that when there's no Wi-Fi or reception we have no idea what to do. But that's why Luke stepped up. "I've got a game we can play," he said, rummaging around in his bag, "How about truth or dare and every time you do one successfully, you take a shot?" "Of what?" David asked. Luke answered by pulling out a big bottle of vodka from his bag.
So, we all know what happened next. Of course, we started playing and, at first, the questions and dares were pretty simple meaning that, after a very short time of playing, we'd all taken a shot or two and were starting to feel the effects. This wasn't the first time I'd had a drink - mine and Luke's parents are pretty cool about that sort of stuff given that it's legal to drink when you're under 18 as long as you're in your own house and with your parents' permission. The buzz was starting to grow and the questions were taking a more sexual turn.
"So, if you could do anything you wanted to Ariana Grande, what would you do? David asked Luke. He started coming out with a very sexualised, horny scenario and I was definitely getting hard hearing him talk like that. Luke then asked the rest of us what we'd do. I made up some bullshit following along his answer given that I actually wouldn't want to do anything but it was Oliver's answer that really surprised me. "Well, I wouldn't do anything with her," he said, "given that she's a girl." David didn't seem at all surprised - I imagine Oliver must be out at his school - but Luke definitely reacted. "You're gay?" he asked. "Yeah," Oliver looked up at him, "That a problem?" My heart was in my mouth. If Luke had an issue with gay people then there was definitely going to be a fracture in our friendship in the future. "Oh fuck no," Luke replied, "I think that's really cool. It's so brave of you to be out and open at our age, Oliver." Oliver smiled and I felt my whole body relax. Well, for a few moments until Luke turned to me and said: "And Joe won't have an issue either, will you?" My reaction was nowhere near as smooth as Luke's had been. Of course, I wouldn't have any issue with Oliver being gay especially given that I was gay myself but I was so flustered that I just mumbled out something about being cool with that sort of stuff. For a moment, I thought I saw Oliver looking disappointed but it vanished as quickly as it came and I figured I must have been imagining it.
Our game was interrupted by the sudden onset of rain and we rushed inside with our things. Luckily, we hadn't gotten too wet and we just continued the questions and dares as soon as we sat down on our sleeping bags - We'd arranged them in a 2 by 2 square. Luke was on the opposite side to me with Oliver next to me. The game became tame again for a little bit with questions about first kisses, what we'd done sexually (which of course everyone lied about) and a few relatively tame dares. That was, at least, until Luke's next go to dare someone. "Oliver," he began, "Which one of us do you think is the sexiest?" The effect on the cute boy was immediate. His cheeks burned with the brightest red glow. He shook his head, unable to bring himself to answer the question but Luke was insistent: "If you forfeit a truth or dare, you need to sleep outside in the rain." I should have objected but I didn't. David was encouraging him to tell them as well. I think they both thought it had to be them and, to be honest, I'd have answered that it was either of them before myself. But that's not what Oliver said. He looked right at me and admitted that he thought I was really sexy.
My head felt like a firework had just gone off inside it. This cute little twink thought I was sexy and had openly admitted it in front of everyone. He'd picked me over the stud that is David and the sex god that is Luke. I couldn't help but smile and Oliver turn away, embarrassed.
It was David's go next and he turned towards me. "Joe, I dare you..." he had a twisted grin on his face, "I dare you to kiss Oliver."
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