Most teenagers my age will jack off at night and after they have gone to bed, this creates problems in my mind, because you leave a mess for your mother to find...by accident or on purpose if she is trying to see if you are up to anything illegal that she doesn't know about. Cum stained socks, t-shirts and the tale tell bottle of lotion in your dresser will give you away. Not me, I got smart I started doing it in the shower when I woke up in the morning. There is nothing like warm water and soap on your cock to get you going and ready for school or that day's activities. This has side effects too though, some I didn't foresee. I swear my crotch has a mind of its own and now anytime I hear a shower, example gym class, or waterfalls, any type of falling water gets me hard a rock.
When I stepped in the shower this morning it wasn't my intention to give my cock any special affection, but with the combination of the running water and thinking about Brandon I was hard as a rock and found I had to do something to alleviate my aching balls. I eased myself into a corner of the shower and proceeded to stroke all six inches of me. Thinking about Brandon touching me, licking me, and wrapping those beautiful lips around my member got me so turned on I blew a thick, load onto the shower floor. I sighed, stood up straight and turned off the water. All evidence went down the drain, no one the wiser to my soapy activities.
I smelled coffee, "Mom, you're up early!"
"Yeah, I couldn't sleep so I got up and thought I would make a real breakfast for a change."
"Aw," I began, "but I love eating cold fried chicken or macaroni and cheese."
"I know and their not very good breakfast items now are they?" She tried to say in a motherly fashion as she laid down a plate of eggs fried in real butter. My mom never screws around when it comes to cooking, nothing but serious heart attack food in my kitchen.
This could kill me faster than the cold macaroni and cheese, I thought.
I had been over to that house a thousand times already, but for some reason I was extremely nervous and it seemed like the house was much farther away. I walked across the street and stood on the door step. It was like I had never been here before; I was debating on how I should talk to Brandon when the door flew open and I stood staring at Lex.
This boy was a knockout; he has very bright blues and jet black hair. It was obviously a dye job, but it was so black and against his fair skin and bright, hypnotic, blue eyes he was very striking. He seemed be what I would call a natural Goth, he didn't really wear the clothes, but he came off that way and gave quite the first impression. When you looked at him he always seemed to know all of your secrets, you felt kinda guilty in front of him.
"So, are you going to knock or stand out on the stoop?" he asked smiling.
"Is Brandon here?"
"I'll take ya, he's in the backyard."
"What's in the headphones?" I asked.
"Oh, uh...Britney Spears."
"Really," I said, "sounded too heavy to be her, sounds almost like System of a Down."
I saw him turn a bit red, "Don't tell mom, she doesn't care for me listening to this stuff, but I love it."
"Don't worry, your secret's safe with me."
When we stepped out into the backyard, I saw Brandon sitting at a table; it took me a minute to realize that Brit was there too.
"I think I'll leave now." Brit said, "come on Lil' bro, let's play some video games."
"Have a seat." Brandon told me.
Today he was in a wife beater and it accented every part of his sexy chest. We just started to bullshit and I swear in the beginning I was listening to him, but my mind wandered, I couldn't help but stare at him. He had the most beautiful skin; it was so exotic to me. To be honest the neighborhood didn't have much in the way of ethnic variety, there weren't any Asians here at all. I found myself fascinated with that flawless, dark skin and wanted so bad to just touch him, to caress him, lick that cute stomach. He had these broad, brawny shoulders that just begged to be massaged, they would be perfect for holding onto him while he...
"...go to my bedroom?" Brandon finished.
"Huh?" I asked. That snapped me out of my daze, what did he just ask?
Brandon laughed, "You haven't heard a single word I've said have you?"
I got caught with my pants down, so to speak. Damn, think up an explanation! Say something!
"Sorry, I kinda wandered off."
"That's alright; I was saying I still have some unpacking in my room to do. I could use the help."
I agreed, it gave me a chance to be close to him. I would brush up against him every now and then, just so I could get quick feel. This had to be very pathetic. Why couldn't I just ask him, just take the chance?
A couple of hours later we were basically done, our eyes met briefly, he smiled. Damn he was so sexy!
"I never asked where you guys came from." I said trying to start a conversation, I had to say something, I was going crazy.
"Well, we moved here from Pensacola, Florida. But I am originally from China; I was given up for adoption by my birth parents."
"Why were you given up for adoption?" I asked.
"Well, in China, law states you can have only one child per household. On paper it says the government will allow a second child, but that's mainly on a case by case basis. In practice it's much different though, a couple can get into trouble, so to keep me safe she gave me up for adoption and my adopted mother brought me to the states not too long after I was born."
During this conversation, I found I had backed myself into the wall. The longer he talked the closer he seemed to get. I soon realized that he was in my personal space, it didn't bother me though. My heart was beating furiously; surely he had to hear it!
"You helped me so much these past few days, I wonder how I can thank you?" He inquired. He was so close to me I could feel his breath on my face. Just do it, I thought, just take the chance.
"Guys!" yelled a feminine voice, "I need help with the groceries."
That snapped us out of the spell we were in, we went downstairs and I loaned an extra pair of hands. She had bought tons of groceries, her SUV was crammed full of plastic bags.
Brandon and I had set down a couple of bags in the kitchen; I was still kinda unsteady from our brief encounter in his bedroom, "I would like to continue where we left off, before we were interrupted?"
I can't believe I had said that to him. Please let him say yes.
"I'd like that, but it will have to wait, I'm going to my grandma's house this week I will be back on Friday. Maybe we can find a way to be alone?"
"Yeah, I'd love that. I should be getting back it's late and mom will be home soon."
We said our goodbyes and I left to get back to the house, I had to do some cleaning before she got home. I promised I would help her around the house more, if she came home to dirty house, I might not have a weekend. This was single handedly going to be the longest week of my entire life.
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