Hi, This is a fictional story which will involve explicit sexual narrative of a homoerotic nature between minor boys. If that is not your scene, or if you are too young or live in a place where this is illegal then close this page down now.
If you carry on and read this story, please let me know what you think (constructive criticism accepted but flames excepted). Please write to succum241@lycos.co.uk
Read on and enjoy.
Rick
Chapter 1 ended:
So J made a detour to the kitchen to get some snack and a glass of juice and then headed to his room with his letter and a growing longing in his body.
Chapter 2
J walked into his room, and out of habit he pushed the door shut by hooking his heel behind it as went in. He did not need to close it because he knew he was home alone for the next two hours at least, which was when his foster mum would arrive home from work. John, his foster dad, would not get home till about 8 as he worked in the city and was reliant on the trains to bring him home. The journey from London to Colchester took at least an hour and that was with the fast train. If he had to take a `milk run' train it would be half an hour longer at least. He walked over to his desk where he put his school bag down and then slid his tie off his neck and hung it up. He had been taught to be tidy by Jean, and he kept at it because he wanted to please her. He sat at his desk to take off his shoes and socks and then took off his blazer and like the tie, hung it up.
J left the wardrobe door open so that he had a double mirror between the one on the door of the wardrobe and another full length mirror on the wall at right angles to the open door. With this he moved into position so that he could see himself in both mirrors at the same time. With both of them he got a front and side view as he was standing at about 45 degrees to both. Next, with a little help, he let his shirt slide slowly off his shoulders and drop to the floor. He took a little time to examine his upper torso once more. J liked the looked of his body. Not too muscular, but with definition and no fat. He played with his nipples until they stood up and he felt the familiar tingling in his cock that playing with his nipples always brought. Sliding his hands down his body, he undid his fly and let his school greys slide down his legs where he stepped out of them without moving out of his position before the mirrors; kicking the trousers away.
J admired his body. He knew he was just that bit above normal; but not exceptional. At nearly 16 years old, he sported a package that was just that noticeable bit bigger than most of his class mates. He was not the tallest boy in his year, but neither was he the shortest, at 5 feet 4 inches and 140 pounds he had a good slim, but not skinny body with no extra fat anywhere. His pubes he kept trimmed so that they did not stick out of his underwear which he was allowed to choose for himself. Just what his foster mother thought of his choice of underwear, J would likely never know, but she never made any comments on it. For J's choice was to have ultra briefs in sheer stretch in pale colours. So he had these briefs which could only ever reach halfway up his bum cheeks and moulded themselves around his cock and balls, leaving little to the imagination and when they got wet, they were all but see through. His favourite colour for his briefs was a pale yellow, but he also had them in pink, sky blue, lime green, white, silver, red and mauve. Today he had his red ones on and as he looked in the mirror, he could see the head of his cock pushing out against the fabric as it lay pointing down over his balls towards the floor. But at this point it was already becoming semi erect and so was pushing out against his briefs tightly. He could make out the ridge where his foreskin ended and that quarter inch of his cock head stuck out. Although J was not cut, his foreskin did not cover the whole of the head of his cock. When totally flaccid, you could see his piss slit through the opening in the skin. This suited J because he found it much easier to keep clean and when, like now, he was leaking pre-cum it did not build up under his skin to fester into something horrible. Not that it would get the chance anyway, because J was very meticulous about his personal hygiene and always washed under the foreskin whenever he took a bath or shower, which was at least once a day.
As he stood there, J played with his nipples making them become erect and hard and then slid his hands down to lightly rub over his cock and cause it to become harder. Then by twisting his body slightly he could see where the force of his hardening cock against his undies was pulling them away from his legs so he could see under to his balls as they moved into the gap being created by his rising cock. He hooked his fingers through the gaps and sliding them around and up, got them to where they were holding his undies on the sides and by the hem. Slowly he pulled, first the left side and then the right side down to reveal the top line of his trimmed pubes and then the base of his cock and on to show some more of the shaft until at last his cock sprang free and flicked up, fully hard to smack against his tummy and drag a line of juicy precum from the wet patch on the undies up to the tip of his cock.
Twisting again in front of the mirrors, J looked at the curves of his bum with a welt like dent where the elastic of his briefs had cut across the half way mark. Somehow, J was turned on even more by looking at the welt and leaving his low hung balls cupped in his briefs, he slid his hands around and gently caressed his bum, tickling it, more than massaging it. Then he edged away from the mirror, towards his bed and backed up to it till he could fall backwards onto it and then wiggle his body up so that his full length was lying down the length of the bed. Once in position he gave his cock a few strokes for the first time skin on skin and then took a break to shuck his briefs all the way off and also to reach over to his bedside table for some baby oil to use as lube and after applying some to the right area, he spread it about using just one hand while the other hand picked up the letter he had left lying on the bed so that he could read it through carefully as he slowly stroked himself.
The letter was short but informative:
"Dear Mr Butcher" it started, he liked that, being called mister. "We are pleased to inform you that your application to be a dorm leader at this summer's camp has been successful -- congratulations.
With your guardians' approval, you will have six weeks to spend in our Holidays by the Sea camp in Helkadiki, Greece. The first two weeks will be spent as a camper with people in your own age group. The second fortnight will be spent as a dorm leader assistant with the 14 to 15 year old camp and your dorm leader/mentor will be your sponsor in the selection process, Mr Jeffrey Stevens.
The last two weeks you will be dorm leader for the 11 to 13 year olds camp.
Please have your guardians sign and post back to us your acceptance of this offer."
And of course the letter ended with the usual signatures etc.
J put the letter down a full arms stretch from where he was lying so that it could not get damaged and then concentrated on his wank.
Well chapter 3 will be up shortly, I hope you are enjoying my story so far. A bit more background with sex in chapter 3. Please write and let me know what you think. - Rick