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Introduction: Waited a long time for this day. Really. Wanted to start writing ever since reading stories on Nifty but never really got the chance(I'm lazy). And so I'm starting this story with hopes of being able to sustain it and continue writing whenever I can for lovers of this wonderful site. Apologies in advance because I love to cliffhang people. I fucking love 'em. Do write to me at swiftlysimming@gmail.com if you enjoyed the story or have any sorts of advice or criticism. All mails are welcome! This was meant to be a love story, but what is love without sex.
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Line Hort Love - Welcome to your past
I look up to his eye as water from the shower head continue to fall on his hair. He was busy scrubbing his hair with shampoo, looking down to me, he asked ' You need help to scrub your hair?'.
I nodded, smiling widely.
He took another handful of shampoo and began using his left hand to scrub my hair for me. When he was done, he pulled me to his body to share the shower head with me. Water was falling down his head and then onto mine as he gently massaged my scalp, my face resting on his chest. The feeling being loved. The feeling of being close to someone that really cares about you, and that person is not at all related to you. I felt like someone really loved me. The fact that it was a guy never really hit me. As a child, who would care?
He pulled my face away from his chest, with both his palms on my cheeks. His thumbs rubbing on my skin, and he slowly knelt down and we were face to face. Holding my face, he leaned in for a kiss. I closed my eyes and felt his lips touch mine, we made out, even though our ages were 5 years apart. I never thought about it being gay or anything at that point of time, how was I to know what that word even mean. He slowly inserted his tongue between my lips and I felt it wriggling inside my mouth. I pushed my tongue out and tried to push his back, but it ended up in us licking each other's tongue instead. He pulled out of the kiss and stood up. 'Kneel down.', it sounded more like an order.
I did as told, with his right hand placed at the back of my head, and the left hand holding his 3.5 inch erected penis. He pushed his hips closer to my face, 'Go on.'.
I placed both my hands on his smooth tummy, leaned forward, stuck my tongue out and began licking the wet penis in front of me.
'Squad Bravo attention! Squad Bravo fall out. Don't forget to shower before you all sleep!', shouted Shawn to the juniors of the Youth Cadet Corps(YCC).
'Sounding strong there Head Cadet.', I said to Shawn, taunting him a little.
The entire YCC platoon is at Whitney Campsite for our annual Line Hort School's YCC camp/ceremony. We just had our ceremony where we, the third year seniors of LHYCC were promoted to take over our senior's responsibility to lead the platoon. Shawn had just been promoted to Head Cadet, the highest position available for a cadet. Where I am the Head of Discipline, also known as the second in command for the platoon. Was I jealous of my best friend Shawn taking the Head Cadet position? Hell No! Nobody wanted that role except Shawn, mainly because of the immense amount of workload it brings about. And to be honest, I am quite surprised to be the second in command despite me not being entirely serious and focused during our trainings.
I walked over to Squad Charlie, the youngest of the platoon, the 13 years old. 'Squad Charlie attention. Alright, after I dismiss you boys, I expect all of you to go shower before lights out. Am I clear?'.
'Yes HOD! Shouted one very enthusiastic, yet forgetful cadet.'
I walked up to the cadet, stood in front of him and whispered to his ear, 'You are not supposed to reply when in attention. Don't you ever make that mistake again.'. Normally I would have shouted at him, but I was in a really good mood. So I decided to go for the 'Soft yet strong' treatment instead.
'Alright Squad Charlie, fall out.'
The cadets began scampering back to their bunks. 'Feels good yeah? Being in command after almost 3 years of bullshit.', Shawn stood beside me.
'Yeah. Never thought this day would come, but finally it came. Let's head back to our bunk.'
-There was this boy-
'Marius! Shawn!', Kent shouted as we entered the bunk.
'Where did the rest of our squad go?', Shawn asked.
'They went for the barbeque at the BBQ. I came back to get some stuffs. Let's go, I'm starving!'.
Shawn and I changed out of our uniforms, into our gym class attire before following Kent to the BBQ pit.
Time flies, when you're having fun. Or when you're not getting shouted at by seniors. The evening passed quickly, and soon it was dark. We sat around the sheltered canteen, talking about the years we spent in the YCC and all the unforgettable events that happened to us as a squad.
'Kent, where are the remaining sodas?', Daryl, our Head of Training asked.
'Why ask me? How do I KNOW?', Kent replied.
'That's because you are the Head of Logistics!', the rest of our squad replied in unison.
'Wow. It feels so weird now, now that we are in charge.', Kent said.
'It sure is. But we have to put in our best, no matter what our positions are. Because we are a squad, a team. We look out for one another, we step up when necessary, we lead this platoon. We set a good example for the juniors. And the is to us, and to our future in the YCC.' Shawn gave a emotional speech, raising out up a can of soda.
'TO US!', we replied, clashing our cans against each other's.
-at the age of twelve-
'This is how it's gonna work.', I began relaying instruction for the night's sentry duty. 'Shawn and Daryl will the the first shift, Rame and Kingsley take the second, Gabe and Alvin third, Kent and I will take the last shift, the rest will take over tomorrow night. Now let's get some sleep.'
-walking into the school gates-
'Marius, wake up!', Kent woke me up in a shouted whisper. 'Time for our sentry duty!'
'Oh fuck. Just let me sleep...'
I felt a strong tug on my arm, dragging my body along with the sleeping bag I was lying on. Kent is not strong, not at all. He is tiny for his age, about 5'6" and is really skinny.
'I'm awake, I'm awake', I forced myself to stand up, walked to my bag, grabbed my torchlight and went out of our bunk with Kent. I almost tripped over Kingsley who was lying in a really hazardous position right beside the door.
'I need to pee.', I told Kent as I walked towards the toilet.
'W- wait for me, I need it too.', as he chased behind me.
I entered the toilet, and the bright lights in the toilet just glared straight into my eye.
'FAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRK!', I shrieked.
As my eyes began to get used to the light, Kent was already at the urinal preparing to whip his dick out. So cheekily I used the urinal next to Kent. Okay, I have 2 very good reasons. One, there is only 3 urinals as it is a small toilet. Fair enough I could use the one further away from him instead of the one in the middle, but secondly, I don't want to make him feel left out. Not like Kent was creep out or anything. In fact, I think I saw him smile when I stood beside him. I pulled down my shorts to allow my penis to come out. It was semi erected, morning wood even though it is 4 am. As the stream started to flow out of my hole, I took a quick peek to look at Kent's penis. It was small-ish, like 2 inches soft. I noticed that he was looking at mine. LOOKING. Not even trying to hide the fact that he was actually TAKING A LOOK AT MY PENIS. His eyes were fixed on the hose that is producing yellow liquid. 'Wow, yours is really big!'.
What just happened? Did I hear Kent just complimented on my dick size? To be honest, I am quite happy to hear him say that mine is big. But the fact is, I am really a late bloomer, just that Kent is a even later bloomer than me. At 3.5 inches, my semi erection would only look big to him, but compared to other 15 year old boys - pfffftttttttttttttt. So him saying that I am big, only boosted my ego, to which I stood further away from the urinal for him to have a better look, I didn't say anything. Secretly I am happy. And kinda proud. And happy.
-were he thought was hell-
We walked around the cadet's bunks, the only thing leading us was the light from our torches. From the corner of my eye, I spotted that one of the bunks had their light turned on. 'Kent, you see that? Those fuckers are so dead.'
We quickly but silently made our way to the stand-out bunk, not wanting to alarm the culprits. We squat upon nearing the bunk, not wanting the cadets to see us from the window panels. Peeking in, the 8 cadets were sitting in a circle, talking to one another silently. 'Shhhhhhhhhh, let's hear what they're saying.', I said to Kent as we sat down outside the bunk.
'What do you guys think of the Head Cadet? I find him pretty strict.'
'Yeah, I think so too! Like totally man! I don't even dare to sneeze when he is around us. Do you know how painful it is?'
'The HOD is less strict though, I like him. At least he have YET to punish us.'
'Not sure if he is slacking or really a nice guy. But I think he could be stricter though, especially towards the juniors. They are starting to get on my nerves.'
I turned to look at Kent, who apparently was trying to contain his laughter. I'm not even sure what was so funny though. I shot him a look and the stood up to look in the room from outside, via the window panels.
One cadet saw me and immediately froze. 'He-head- head of displine....'
The rest of the cadets turned to see what he was looking at, and they all froze upon seeing me. I LOVE THE ATTENTION! I looked around the bunk, and pointed to the cutest cadet (I'm a perv, sue me.), 'Hey, come here.', I ordered.
The cute little cadet stood up, trembling. He was really small, 5'2". Shorter than Kent, but kind of expected as he is younger. He had brown hair, with his bangs brushing across his forehead. Cute eyes, small nose and dimples. I'm a lucky senior. 'Ye-yes HOD?'
'Why aren't the lights out?'
'We couldn't sleep, so we decided to chat.'
'How long have you had the lights on?'
'About 2 hours.'
'And nobody came to patrol the area?'
'No-nobody came.'
'WAIT, you mean nobody came for sentry duty?', Kent cut in.
'We didn't see anyone for the past 2 hours. Nobody walked by.'
'Okay, now turn the lights off and go to sleep. I don't want to hear you guys talking to each other. Especially talking behind your senior's back.', I said harshly.
The cadet's face immediately went as white as sheet. 'Ye- yes HOD. Sorry HOD.'
'I'm not punishing anyone of you, but the next time. I swear to god. What is your name?'
'Ri- Rick. My name is Rick HOD.'
'Okay, boy. You are in charge of this bunk for now. If anyone of them talks after the lights go off, I want you to report to me tomorrow. Clear?'
'YES HOD!', I could see the spark in Rick's eye. I just love giving my juniors some power. Especially the cute one. It is kind of a reverse boot-lick. Instead of them trying to get into my good books, I am getting into theirs.
The lights went off, the cadets went to sleep. Kent and I walked away, continuing our sentry duty. 'Where the heck did Gabe and Alvin go?', Kent asked.
'No idea man. Let's see if we can find them.', we continued walking down the path of bunks, until we reached the end of the corridor.
'You hear that?', I asked Kent.
'What?'
'Noises. Shhhhhh. Quiet'.
My ears picked up the faintest of sounds. So did Kent's, as I could see from his eyes.
'They seem to be coming from behind that wall.', Kent pointed.
'Off the torch. Follow me quietly.', I slowly crept around the wall. As I got closer, the noises became clearly. I realised that they were voices. Gabe and Alvin's voices!
We walked towards the wall, being extremely careful not to make any noises. As we crept up the the edge of the walk, we could hear them speaking to one another.
'C'mon Alvin, I'll suck yours if you suck mine.'
'Fuck off you fag. Just keep stroking mine. Yes! Yes!'
'Fine, stroke mine too then.'
Then came a silence, but we would still the sound of them rubbing each other off. At least that was what I thought they were doing. I peek around the corner, seeing Gabe with his back leaning against the wall, hands on Alvin's dick. He was stroking it so violently, I can't even imagine how Alvin could keep himself from climaxing. Likewise, Alvin, who was standing in front of Gabe, had a hand stroking Gabe's and the other on Gabe's shoulder. They were both trying their hardest (PUN not intended) to keep their moaning down as much as possible.
While I was busy admiring(and voyeur-ing) at the hand to cock action going on, Kent took a quick peek and let out a gasp. As fast as I could, my hand flew across the air to cover his mouth. Did Gave and Alvin hear Kent gasp? Kent and I stood completely still for a second. Nobody dares to move or make any noise at all. I kept my ears open for the next sound I could hear.
More moaning.
'Ah- Alvin - Ahhhlvin', Gabe went from a deep moan to a high-pitched screech.
'Me too. Me too. I'm cumming!', Alvin moaned even louder.
I looked at Kent, he gave me grin and mouthed what looked like a 'boys being boys'. I've seen that grin before, it looked like a 'Hey I wanna do stuffs too'. I squinted my eyes slightly and look at him. I could barely make out the expression on his face. It seemed like it changed from a cheeky smile into a worried look. 'MARIUS! THEY ARE COMING THIS WAY.', Kent's shouted whisper made me realise that we were in serious shit of getting caught. I grabbed his arm, and began to turn and walk away as fast as possible. As I took a large step, Kent refused to move. I turn and saw his sorry, worried face. His other face was holding onto his calf, 'Cramp', he whispered.
Fuck. FUCK. NOW?
My mind began to think of all possible outcomes when Gabe and Alvin saw us. That would be... awkward? Instincts took over, as I myself and Kent around to face the direction which they will be walking towards. 'Pretend we were just walking here.', I whispered.
'Hey, where were you guys?', I asked, pretending to be surprised.
'Oh, hey. We... were just walking about.', Alvin replied in shock.
I am a great actor.
'Well, we should get going back. To the bunk. We... are tired.', Gabe followed up, not sounding the least bit convincing.
With that, we exchanged goodbyes and they scurried away. Kent and I walked over to the 'crime scene', we noticed the wet spots on the floor. Shining our torches at the ground, yeap, its a mess. Kent bent down, and smelt it close.
'Cum.', he turned to me and said.
We walked over the the nearby benches and sat down. Just thinking of what just happened. I suppose that was our reaction. We sat in silence for about 5 minutes. Nobody made any noise, cause we just wanted to think. Damn this is really awkward. At that moment, I felt a grip on my groin area. Looking down slowly in fear, I saw Kent's hand grabbing my groin and giving it several light squeezes.
That feeling. That feeling in my crotch. It felt familiar. Like someone used to frequently give me. Not just someone. My secret ex-boyfriend.
Derek. Derek oh Derek. I still remember you.
End of LHL#1 - Welcome to your past
Hope you enjoyed the first part of my very first story. This story is gonna last very long. The story line is about 3 years in fact. Of course certain parts are skipped through. I will try to come up with a chapter every week or so. So stay tuned. CLICHE.