My St. Patrick by Cody Moore
Disclaimer** This is a semi-true story about my life as a gay teenager. The reason for semi-true is for changed names to protect the identities of the people in this story. Any resemblance to any persons (living or dead) is probably completely coincidental. You more than likely don't know me or anyone else in the story.
This story takes place in an imaginary land where std's don't exist and depicts unprotected homosexual acts in later chapters. If this offends you then your at the wrong website. I don't think I did, but in case I mentioned anything copyrighted or trademarked, I don't own it. Okay, now on to the story....
The sunlight streamed in through the window over my bed, warming my naked chest with the golden rays. I blinked sleepily, gazing through the long hair that always managed to get into my eyes when I slept. I yawned loudly, stretching my arms and legs and arching my back like a cat. I pushed the black and blue covers off of my legs, revealing my 6" (soft) dick laying along my right thigh. I swung my legs over the edge of the bed, popping my joints as i stood up, and walked to my bathroom.
I looked at my fourteen year-old, 5'11" body in the mirror over the counter in my bathroom, admiring the way my red-brown, ear length hair caught the light. Taking in the hazel eyes staring at me, I moved down my face to the smallest of bumps on my nose right at the bridge. (I happen to be a fairly descriptive writer, so just bear with me here. I want to really paint a mental picture.) I took in the splash of freckles on each of my cheeks, feeling mildly proud of the just slightly tan skin that I'd managed to keep through winter. I had no facial hair, a just barely smaller than normal mouth, and a wide jawline that irritated me. It was probably just because of my attraction to men with a smaller bone structure that caused me to think of this particular feature on my face as ugly, but there's no use complaining about what can't be changed, so lets move on.
Then my eyes reached my chest. Now, I wasn't a a body builder exactly, I had more of a compressed musculature. More lean & muscular then hulk-ish and muscular. My pecs were right on that kind of defined muscle that I wanted. No chest hair, I shaved my chest hair, but let my happy trail grow out enough to be noticeable. I had quarter sized nipples, and a six pack that was just barely noticeable with bad lighting.
Next my eyes traveled down to my dark pubes. I kept them neatly trimmed so it wouldn't look like the amazon down there. I loved my dick, it was a full seven-and-a-half inches when hard. Seven-and-three-quarters on an 'Oh my gosh I'm gonna bust an effing nut any second' day. My balls were nice lowhangers, full of rich, creamy boyjuice. (I'm not a narcicist, like I said I just like to paint a picture.) My legs were covered in black hair, and packed with powerful thigh and calf muscles.
I blinked sleepily again, looked myself in the eye, then turned, twisted the shower nobs, and waited for the water to heat up. After about ten seconds i ran a hand under the bath nozzle, adjusted the nobs a bit, and pulled that shower stick thing up.
As i sat there under the hot water I leaned my head back, releasing tension and thinking about the night before. Don't get excited just yet, I didn't get laid or anything, just had a real good jack off fantasy. The person of whom most of my fantasies were derived from lived down the road from me. Quite literally one mile away there was a cute as fuck, half irish kid named Sean (Shawn) Patrick Murray. Patrick as in the title of this story. He was a whole head shorter than me, with blonde hair that went down to his eyes and then did this cute curl so you could still see his eyes, which were green by the way, I know, Irish, St. Patrick's day, green eyes, a lot of green references here. He had a perfectly straight nose, sort-of angular face, with perfectly straight teeth. Sean had a small bone frame, so he was probably going to stay as short as he is now, THANK GOD!!! Short guys are cute to me. He had a lean, during puberty body, and the absolute cutest butt ever. Oh, the best part about him is that half of his wardrobe seems to consist of those thin mesh basketball shorts that made me want to just smother him with affection everytime i saw him in them.
Don't think I'm shallow though, its not just his looks that make me love him to death. He is a good person, as pure and innocent as you could be at that age back then. He has the most angelic voice, to me anyway, It's still higher than normal, but it fits him perfrectly. And he's really involved in school: Football, quizbowl, basketball, chess team, you name it. All I was in was Tennis and Trap shooting.
Oh, I thought as I looked down in the shower, all this talk of Sean has gotten me hard. Damn. I put some shampoo in my hand, rubbed it in, then ran my hand through my hair. Ha! I bet you thought I was about to jack off again. I washed off my soapy hair and stepped out of the shower, my boner leading the way. I reached down and opened the cabinet to get a towel. Towel wrapped around my waist, I opened the door of the bathroom, walked two steps to the right, then walked into my bedroom, closing the door behind me. It seemed to be fairly warm outside so I grabbed some boxers, light green plaid shorts, and a green shirt with a shamrock on it.
The clock said 8:30 A.M. so everyone else should be asleep, at my house anyway. There was teacher-in-service for the next two days which means that our school got spring break early. I saw that noone was up so I got a post-it wrote 'Be back in little while, at Sean's.' on the note, and walked out the door. I grabbed my bike, hopped on, and began riding down my curvy, tan color-paved road to Sean's house. Another thing that I liked about him, he, like me, was an early riser. Usually.
I rode down the road, looking at all of the trees. I also noticed that with the grass starting to grow, and the light filtering through the trees, that there was an awful lot of green everywhere. I looked at the green bundle in between my legs and laughed a little at myself. Today was Sean's birthday and my gift was sure to go unappreciated. He hated that his birthday fell on St. Patrick's Day, he always got St. Patrick's Day stuff for it. He swears that one year he was given money that had been dyed greener just for the occasion. Ha! It's true, and I gave his uncle the idea to do it.
I turned the last corner to his house, coming up on him, and his friends Nick and Austin playing basketball. And, YES!!! Sean was wearing green Celtics basketball shorts and a Celtics jersey. Jackpot.
"Hey Cody!" Sean yelled in that voice that, for the briefest of moments, left me stunned and without a response.
"Hey Sean!" I said nodding my head for want of not letting go of the handelbars. I pulled my bike off to the side of the road, that's where they were playing basketball, yeah, very safe right? I kicked down the kickstand and walked over to Sean. "Think fast!" I tossed his gift to him.
He dropped the ball to catch it.
"Oh, not you too?!" He whined looking at the green rolled-up t-shirt.
"Oh, you haven't even looked at it. Who knows? You might like it." I knew he wouldn't like it. But he opened it anyway to find a t-shirt with a shamrock on it that said 'Kiss me, I'm Irish!'
"Oh, how very original. Kiss me, I'm Irish. Never heard that one before." He rolled his eyes.
"That's only half the gift." I stated, grinning.
"Oh? Do I get a kiss to go with it?" He was mocking me now. Making gay jokes.
"I don't care how Irish you are I would need dinner and a movie first." I mocked right back. "Which luckily enough, my mom provided."
"What do you mean?" He shrugged his shoulders with the cutest confused look on his face. Then the little slip of paper fell out of the shirt. He bent down to get it.
"Yes, yes, your welcome. One free movie with as many people as you want at your favorite local cinema. My mom rented you out a theatre room to watch a movie in." Then I added as an afterthought. "With me invited of course."
"Wow! Your mom is soo cool!" He put emphasis on the 'mom' part to say that I wasn't cool. "Tell her I said thanks a million." He put on one of those fake deep-concentration looks and said, "Now who should I take...."
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