This story contains sexual contact between males. If it is unlawful or inappropriate for you to be here, please leave now. The story and characters are fictional, I hope you enjoy it. Your emails and responses are appreciated. A great thanks to Pete for all his input and editing.
My Room Part One
Dear Nifty Readers,
I've been told by good sources that this is the place to come if you need advice, especially on things like what I'm going through. I checked out some of the stories. The one called "Touching" from last month showed me that things can happen to you and everything can change if you're not careful. Anyway, I'm hoping you guys can give me some ideas about what to do, because what I'm about to tell you is happening to me right now and I need to figure out what I'm doing and what to do next. I hope you'll help.
I guess I better give you some background. I'm Nicholas Dolton, I just turned sixteen and I'm a sophomore in Valley High School. This is my first year there, because Mom and I now share a two bedroom apartment. Thanks to my old man always beating on her, she finally walked away. Don't get me wrong, I love my Dad, but beating on a woman doesn't make you a man.
I guess the best part of the move is I got the master bedroom, with a private bath. Mom made sure I had a good computer (the one I'm using right now to write to you), a cool double bed and well, everything a teenage boy could desire. Primarily, that means privacy. That's pretty important, if you know what I mean.
Well everything was going well, that is, till Friday night. You see, Mom works in an office. She's a bookkeeper and I guess she made a friend there, she always tells me about her. Her name is Mary Baxter, and I guess Mary has had some of the same problems with her husband, too. So anyway, like I was saying it was Friday and I heard Mom come home from work. She tapped on my door, like always. I jumped up; closing down the porn site I was viewing and opened the door. I could see right away Mom had a strange look on her face. She kind of pushed herself into the room. Hey, it's my room and up to now, she has always respected that. Mom sat on my bed; she never does that. She patted the bed beside her like I was supposed to sit there. Like I said, I'm sixteen and don't need to sit next to my Mommy. However, the look on her face made me do it anyway. Here's what she said.
"Nicky, I have a really big favor to ask of you and I hope you're old enough to understand that I wouldn't ask this if it wasn't necessary."
I knew this meant trouble, so I listened as she went on.
"Honey, you know Mary, I've told you about her and how she and her son are going through the same things we went through with your father..."
"No, Mom," I said.
"Of course I have Nicholas," she scolded.
"Yeah, but you never told me she had a son," I responded.
"Oh, well anyway, Mary didn't come to work today and I stopped by to check on her. I found her bleeding and bruised. Her son was doing his best to clean her up, while his father had gone to get another bottle of liquor. Once I saw what was going on, I made them both pack up their things and get in the car and I drove them away from there before he could get back to do more damage," Mom told me.
She went on to say that Mary and here son were in our living room and that they were staying with us for a few days or until things could be worked out. I listened as I watched my privacy slip away. She went on.
"Nicky, I know I promised you your own room and bath and the privacy you wanted, but this is important. We need to help these people. Do you understand?"
"Yeah, Mom," I said, "But I don't want some little kid in my room. Please, can't he sleep on the couch or somewhere else?"
"No Nicholas, Mary will be on the couch, and you'll need to share. Besides, he's not a little kid. He's your age and goes to the same school. You might even know him, his name is Kent."
I stood up and I'm sure I turned white as a sheet. I whispered to her, "You mean Kent Baxter is in our living room right now? Not `the' Kent Baxter, the most popular kid in our class? Mom, please don't tell me you brought Kent Baxter to our home. Why didn't you tell me he was here?"
Well, Mom couldn't tell if I was pleased or angry. I guess that's because I wasn't sure myself. I kind of know Kent. We are in a couple of classes together, but it's hard to get near him, with every girl in the world shoving you out of the way. You see, Kent is cool. He is like the best-looking kid in school and dresses like a model. I'm talking Ralph Loren shirts, Bass shoes, American Eagle stonewashed jeans, and they fit him like a glove, not that I've ever noticed. OK, OK, I need to be honest if I want your help. I have noticed Kent Baxter. I mean damn, how you could NOT notice him. He is like a god, only with less hair.
OK, now Mom wants me to go out and make him feel welcome. I'm red in the face, worried I'm going to trip over my big feet or say something stupid, and here is the part I don't understand. My dick has decided to make a stand. To be honest, usually no one would notice, but this time he's doing his "Bar of Titanium" act. So, I kind of scoot off the bed, doing my best to push him around without Mom seeing me and telling me for the millionth time to stop playing with myself.
"Nicholas, this is no time for that. Now go out and make Kent welcome, and do something with that thing before you get there."
Well there is nothing like having your Mom see you with a hardon to make it go away right? So out I go, with `Russell the One Eyed Muscle' under some control.
Well, the truth is, Kent couldn't have been nicer, I guess he may have felt a little uncomfortable under the circumstance. He even spoke to me by name, "Hey Benjamin, how you doing?"
OK, maybe the wrong name, but its Kent Baxter, you can't expect him to remember everyone; yeah, he knows `everyone'!
Anyway a soda or two, some chips, dinner with the `rents and before you know it, its bedtime. This is where things get strange, and why I need your help. I guess you Nifty Readers know a thing or two about... well maybe it would just be better if I tell the story.
OK, I do go to P.E. and yeah, I dress out, so I've been naked with other guys, but I'm not, well you know, into that, OK? I don't really have a girlfriend per se, but Sarah and I do go to football games and a dance now and then. I don't think of it as dating, just an understanding between us. We both like to have fun and it's easier when you're with someone else. This was different; this was Kent Baxter. First, I showed him where to put his stuff. His shirts and pants made mine look like thrift store items. He hung everything up neatly; I took some of my stuff off hangers to make room for all of his. Hey, I know it's my room, but I was just being friendly. Then came the part where I began to freak out!
Kent says to me, "So Nick, it's your room. Why don't you go ahead and take the first shower?"
OK, that means I have to strip down in front of Kent Baxter. What if he laughs at me? What if he thinks I have a really small dick? However, just being in the room with Kent has made my dick look like I have swallowed a box of blue pills.
I think quickly and say, "No, you're my guest, please you go first."
Kent entered the bathroom and as I am standing there, he begins to throw each piece of clothing he was wearing out the door. OHMYGOD, there's a strip show happening just beyond the door and the main act is like the best looking guy in school. I want to see it, but if I look, does that mean I'm, you know, gay? Not that there is anything wrong with that!
I hear the water going on and I begin to sit down waiting my turn when, he steps back into the room. Totally, I mean complexly naked!! I'm talking to Kent Baxter in the nude, for crying out loud! OK, OK, how do I look at him without looking at him? Do you know what I mean? Before I can figure that one out, he speaks and to my surprise, he sounds the same naked as he does dressed. He has the towel; it's over his face drying his hair. He's talking about some girl at school, but I don't hear a thing as I am mesmerized by his dick flipping and flopping back and forth. 'He's not very hairy,' I think to myself, 'but his dick is nice.' I mean, I don't normally think about things like that, but it IS Kent Baxter. I mean, come on!
I don't listen to a word he is saying until I spring back to reality when he says, "...so that's why I sleep in the nude. I hope it's OK."
Kent Baxter sleeps in the nude? What am I supposed to do with that information? The towel came down and landed at his feet. Naked and smiling he stands in front of me.
It seems like forever in a world of silence, broken by Kent saying, "So are you going to take a shower?"
OK, let me fast forward. I get cleaned and stand at the door of the bathroom, deciding how to enter the room. Kent is naked, or he was when I left him. If I go out naked and he has gotten dressed, I look like an idiot. If I put my boxers back on, he'll think I'm weird or be uncomfortable. So I do what he did and enter the room with the towel over my face, peaking through a small gap making sure I'm not making a big mistake. There was Kent in my bed reading a book, yeah still naked. `So now what?' I think. He's made room for me in the bed; does he want me to join him there? This time it's not Mommy, but naked Kent Baxter patting the bed. I move over towards him dropping my towel on his along the way. There is not a freckle, blemish or scar to mar the body of that boy. He is mostly hairless and smooth. His chest is not muscular, but well defined, with two small brown nipples being the only accent. He has a cute navel, an inny, and a few hairs leading down to a trimmed bush of brown hair warming the base of his soft dick. He's circumcised and the head hangs down below his ball sack. I watch him adjust himself. He's prefect in every way. I'm only telling you this because I think you guys need all the information I have to help me figure out what to do.
I'm in bed with Kent Baxter! Did I tell you he was naked? So am I.
I cover up, but not before he looks at me and says, "Nicky, Nicky look at that dicky."
"Yeah, I don't know why it gets like that, sorry," I say.
"That's OK, mine will probably do the same sometime during the night, it can't be helped, we're 16 and horny," he jokes.
OK, I'd like to tell you guys that things got wild and crazy, but that's not the way it went down. This is real life, after all. Kent and I talked a little and before I knew it, he turned off the light and we just went to sleep. Well Kent did anyway, I lay awake. My hard dick would not relax, so how could I?
It's Saturday morning, way too early to be up. I'm here at the computer, still naked, writing to you guys. Kent is asleep in my bed, naked! So what do I do? Do I get back in bed with him? Do I get dressed and pretend that being naked with Kent has no effect on me? Or do I go over and attack his body, making passionate love to him, like I thought about all night?
You can see why I need your help. You Nifty Readers should have the right answer. I need to hear from you right away, and then with your advice, I'll make the right move and report back to you how things worked out. Hurry and let me know, before he wakes up!
To Be Continued with your help.