Dedicated with affection to dudesweet (dude sweet at hot mail dot com), whom I hope is living something like this story right now; and josh (btomandback@hotmail.com), whose work has moved me, (and who deserves to be published!) I highly recommend their stories.
No real disclaimers, except that this is fiction -- with some real experiences occasionally woven in. The characters are composites, although somewhat based on several real high school classmates of mine. No names, but more on that at the end of the series.
I won't urge underage boys to avoid this site, or avoid this behavior. I think gay boys should have lots of sex, as often as possible -- as long as it's safe and healthy. Physically, and emotionally. That's important. And I think gay boys should have boyfriends, whenever they can.
Copyright 2005 by dlgrantsf@yahoo.com; all rights reserved, apart from the Nifty copyright. Please, do not repost, or edit.
Naked with Connor -- part 1
It all started one night, when I was talking on the phone with my new boyfriend Connor --
Wait a minute. Let me say that again. "My new boyfriend Connor."
Wow. I wonder if I'll get used to that? Having a boyfriend, I mean. Saying his name. "My new boyfriend Connor."
Come to think of it -- it all starts with Connor. I should start there.
It's funny; gay boys like us these days seem to hook up by the Internet, at least from what I hear. Connor and I got together because of PE class, and the showers.
Well -- not quite the way that sounded. Not doing anything really explicit; at least, not then.
At our high school -- we're both 10th grade; both 15 -- gym class is mandatory; but there are electives. Swimming, running, team sports -- I chose swimming. Mostly because I hate playing team sports. And dealing with jocks in general; people who take winning WAY too seriously. Swimming, well, you're only responsible for yourself.
One of the nice things about swimming -- to me, anyway -- is that you're basically forced to shower, after; to get the chlorine off.
Yeah, I'm a perv; when it comes to boys. And their bodies. I admit it. I really, really like looking at nude boys. A lot. They're so, so beautiful, right? Why should boys even NEED to wear clothes, a lot of the time? I mean, the ancient Greeks made statues of nude teenage boys, a lot; it was one of their highest art forms. That seems just, so, so RIGHT to me.
To my disgust -- most boys in my class showered, but kept their trunks on. I mean, really -- do they wear trunks in the shower at home?
Connor didn't. Wear his trunks in the shower, I mean.
I noticed.
I should describe him. He's so beautiful; really soft brown hair, dark brown eyes; about my height, five feet eight or so.
Smooth, smooth skin. A few muscles, in the right places; but not bulky. Slender, really, kind of like me; a slender boy.
The sweetest smile you ever saw. And nice; nice to a fault, maybe, he couldn't be rude to somebody if he tried. And decent, and he's got principles (he can be stubborn about his ideals), he's caring about other people, kind of shy in person, and really, really smart --
All right. I'm getting way ahead of myself.
All I knew at the time, was, he was beautiful; and he and I were the only two boys in the class, in the beginning, who showered naked.
(That changed later, by the way. Towards the end of the semester, all the boys were showering nude; I guess we set an example, or something.)
Anyway.
Like I said -- I noticed him.
And I noticed him, noticing me.
I guess I wasn't really very subtle about it. I'd be rinsing off, and looking over at him, at the other end of the shower room; and he'd be looking back, and I'd blush --
I blush easy. I'm blond, and kind of pale.
After a couple of these classes, with this going on -- I just had to say hi, out in the halls, after we were dressed --
It's a long story. You could probably fill in the blanks. I guess the outcome was -- one night we were IM'ing each other, and one of us said the other one was cute, and one of us almost had a heart attack, and one of us typed something back --
The point is -- now we're boyfriends. And I still can't believe it . . . .
Not everything was perfect.
We were FRUSTRATED boyfriends.
As in - almost virgin boyfriends.
We really, really wanted that to change. But -- we didn't have any privacy! He's got two brothers and I've got two sisters, and my mom works at home, and his mom takes care of the family, and -- well, we just don't have anyplace, really, where we can get together.
Long enough to get our clothes off, I mean.
All right, I know how it sounds; it wasn't COMPLETELY about sex. Not that way, anyway. I really, really wanted -- just to touch him; hug him, kiss him, make out with him, rub my body against his --
It's just that, well, I thought it would be more fun to do all that naked.
OK. I guess sex was a big part of it.
We weren't completely frustrated; we managed to fool around, some. We got to kiss, and feel each other up, and make out pretty outrageously, fairly often; in his room, or mine.
Whenever we could, whenever we dared, we even jacked each other off. In the bathroom, in my own room; it was so risky, but it was the best we could do. It didn't happen often. Enough.
Once, one of the best times, we jacked each other off in his garage; in back of the car and the workbench; it was the most privacy we'd ever had. We both came while we were kissing -- (well; he came first, then I did. But we were kissing, each time.)
It was so awesome.
But -- it just wasn't enough. Whenever we could grab a little time -- we were always afraid his brothers, or my sisters, would walk in on us.
That kind of takes some of the fun out of it.
But we could always talk about sex, at least. Usually on the phone. Late; so nobody would catch us.
Like we were the night it all started.
As usual, I was bitching about the lack-of-enough-sex situation.
"It just isn't fair! There's got to be someplace we can go, to get some time together. Just an hour! That's not asking too much." I was lying back against my headboard, on my bed, still mostly dressed.
"I want more than an hour," said Connor, not sounding too patient himself.
One thing I really like about talking like this. Connor's kind of shy, in real life; such a good little boy. He opens up a lot more on the phone.
"You know what I mean." I reached down into my pants, and began playing with myself, a little absently. "Just a little privacy. I mean -- I really, really want you naked! I see you nude in the showers, three times a week, and I can't touch you! I really, really want to do that. Touch you, I mean. All over. Bare."
We'd talked this way before.
"I know, Scott, I know. You think it's any easier for me?"
We had -- disagreements, maybe -- sometimes, over which one of us was hornier. Those were always fun phone calls.
"It's a lot warmer outside, now. Maybe we can find some place in a park, somewhere, we can use. Someplace where we can get completely naked. We could actually DO it, without clothes, outside. God, wouldn't that be cool?"
I was really hard, now, just thinking about it; still playing with myself. I didn't know anyplace nearby that would work -- but just the idea of me and Connor naked together, outside somewhere, maybe by a creek or something . . .
"Yeah. It would be cool." His voice sounded just a little strained to me; I figured he was doing the same thing I was. In his pants, that is.
"I mean it, Connor. We really, really need to find someplace." Suddenly I was dead serious. "We need to find someplace. I can't take this forever."
"I know, I know!"
"Plus", I began, lowering my voice a little -- I can usually wheedle Connor into things, when I wheedle; at least, when it comes to sex -- "it would be fun to get naked outside someplace. Wouldn't it?"
"Well -- yeah." Something in his voice sounded cautious.
"No -- think about it. Like the showers; but in the sun, and the breeze, and -- I don't know. It would be so awesome . . . " I went back to the Connor-by-a-creek vision, and squeezed my dick, and stretched my legs out, and sighed. "Have you ever been naked outside, someplace? Ever been skinnydipping?"
I wanted to hear a fantasy, to help me jack off before getting to sleep. Instead, I heard something that changed my life.
"Yeah," he said, softly.
"Huh?" I was still fondling myself; I wasn't really quick on the uptake.
"Yeah, I've been skinnydipping before."
"Really - ?" I said. Gasped a little bit, I think. I undid my pants, and they were down pretty fast. Underpants too. I knew this would be good.
"You know we have a cabin, up in the foothills? By a lake?"
"I guess." He'd mentioned it once, maybe.
"Well -- we go up there every summer. My family."
"And - ?" I thought I knew where this was heading. Hoped I did, anyway. I began stroking myself, slowly.
"Well -- it's really private, up there. Really private. Fenced off; we're the only cabin on the lake."
Stroke, pause. Stroke, pause. "And - ?"
His voice got a little softer, a little quieter. "Sometimes -- me and Brian sort of sneak off, away from the parents and Dylan." Brian was his older brother; 17 now. Dylan was lots younger, only 9.
Sneak off. Hmmmm. "And - ?" I squeezed, and stroked.
He almost started whispering. "Sometimes we do it. Go swimming naked, I mean. And lie out, naked." He paused. "It is so, so massively cool, Scott; you have GOT to try it."
"Jesus!" I stopped stroking for a second. The thought of Connor naked, in and out of the water, in the sun -- I was getting close.
And his brother! Brian was really cute; same skin, same hair as Brian -- them naked together? Jesus!
"Oh god, I wish I could see that!" My breathing was getting a little ragged; but I didn't care. Stroke, pause; stroke, pause.
"Yeah? Well -- after that . . . "
Oh, Jesus. "There's more?"
"Yeah." Now he was really close to whispering. I had to hold the phone tighter to my ear. "Last September? When Brian got his driver's license? He and I went up to the cabin, just us, to celebrate. Partly so he could get to drive without our parents."
"You did?" I was turning over the possibilities as I stroked, stroked, stroked . . .
"Yeah. Well - we were there for three days -- and we made a kind of deal, with each other."
"Yeah?" I gasped.
"Uh-huh." He paused, a second. "You promise not to say anything? Not even to Brian?"
"Yeah! What kind of deal?"
"No clothes. The whole time, day and night. Completely nude. It was the best weekend of my life . . . "
"Unnnnnghhhh!" I came really hard; spattering all over my chest, and my t-shirt, up to my neck, I just kept spasming and spasming. "Oh . . . oh fuck!"
"Did you just come?"
"Yeah," I panted, still coming down, still squeezing a little, gently. "Jesus, how could I help it? You know how much you turn me on, when you're naked. Just thinking about it!"
"You should have waited, we could have come together!" He didn't actually sound too displeased; Connor really likes making me come, in person or on the phone.
"You could have warned me!" I slumped back, still panting, still kind of hard down there. "Was it -- was it really that good?"
"Oh, oh yeah," he breathed. "You have no idea. Better than we thought; warm, feeling the breeze all over your body, no wet trunks -- I HATE swimsuits, I never want to wear them again! -- and Brian, God, he has a beautiful body . . . "
"Jesus," I said again. "Oh, I wish I could see it . . . "
"I want to do it with you. Just you," he said, softly.
"Unngh!" Now I was hard again. "Yeah. Oh, yeah . . . "
"Think of all the things we could do together," he said, softly, seductively.
I knew what he was doing, and so did he. He wanted me to get him off. The way he'd just done for me.
Cool.
"Yeah," I said. Drawing it out, a little. I began to stroke myself again, slowly. "I know."
"What would you like to do?" His voice was more ragged, now; he was getting into it.
"Well -- " I paused. Should I tell him? There were still a lot of things we hadn't talked about yet, after all.
"Come on . . . " I thought I could hear the rhythm of his stroking, in his voice.
I knew he wanted me to lead him along, work up to his orgasm; but he'd completely blindsided me. Plus -- the image of him naked at the lake still had me really horny.
What the fuck.
"It's not what I WANT to do. It's what I'm GOING to do. I'm going to rim you."
"Wha - ?"
"I'm going to rim you, really, really deep. I'm going to kiss and lick and suck your beautiful butt, and I'm going to get my tongue really deep inside you and wiggle it around -- "
"Eeeerrrrggghhhh!!" From the sounds, it was a really good one. I grinned to myself.
"Ohhhh," he said, still breathing hard, a little later. "Ohhh, man. You could have warned me!"
"Hey. We're even." I waited a second. "But I meant it. I'm really going to do that to you. A lot. Deep; for a long time. You ready?"
All I got was a whimpering sound on the other end. Then, - "Yesss . . . "
What I didn't tell him, was that I was also going to fuck him. Deep. Gently; but a lot. Until he came. Repeatedly.
I figured there was time enough to get into that.
I also figured, he'd be in favor of the idea.
We hung up pretty fast after that -- it's not easy to wipe up cum with only one hand -- and I settled down to try to go to sleep.
Of course, I couldn't. The image of Connor naked at the lake kept me throbbing; and his reaction when I told him about rimming him. I wound up jacking off again, hoping that would give me a few minutes to drop off, anyway.
My cell beeped just as I was shutting my eyes. Fuck.
It was Connor, of course; nobody else would call me so late.
I figured right away, something was up. His voice was sort of strained.
"Scott; what are you doing, Memorial Day weekend?"
"Huh?"
"C'mon. Are you doing anything with your family, or like that?"
"No." I didn't say, I'd hoped to be off doing him, somewhere, somehow.
"Okay." His breathing sounded a little more ragged. "Do you want to go up to the lake? Just you and me?"
"Huh?!"
"I asked around; nobody in my family is going up there, that weekend. My parents said it would be cool, if it's all right with your folks."
"Oh, my god." I felt a huge rush; I knew I was flushing bright red. "How, how do we get there?"
"Brian said he'd drive us up, and drop us off. Come back and pick us up Monday afternoon."
"God, that's really cool."
"He likes to drive. But yeah, he's a really good brother." He paused, a second. "So - ?"
"Yeah! Oh, god, yes! Oh, my gosh -- "
"You think it will be ok with your parents?"
"Absolutely." I knew it would; they're good about trusting me, and encouraging me to take responsibility for myself, and stuff like that. I knew I barely had to ask.
"Good. Really good . . . . " I could hear the beginning of that stroke, stroke, stroke in his voice; I looked down at myself, and discovered that I'd kicked off my blankets, and had my dick in my hand. No shorts to worry about; I sleep naked.
"So, are we . . . " I choked on it, a little. "gonna do like -- you and your brother?"
"You want to?" He sounded a little shy about it.
"Oh, yeah! Really! I mean, I just jacked off twice, thinking about it. You and your brother. Naked, I mean." My voice was sounding strained, even to me. "Can we?"
"Yeah," he breathed.
"You promise? No backing out?"
"Promise." Stroke, stroke. "Three days. Alone together." Stroke, stroke.
"No clothes," I whispered.
Stroke, stroke.
"No clothes," he whispered back, really softly. "The whole time. Completely nude . . . "
"Unnnnnghhhh - !!"
"Urrrrrmmmmm - !!!"
Timing is more than half of life.
The next chapter is coming soon.
Thanks for reading.