The alarm went off at 6:30 AM and I slammed down on the snooze button for the fourth time. Today was the first day of the new school year and I was not looking forward to my first day as a freshman. I'd heard all the horror stories of friends I knew in junior high who had graduated up to high school before me. Of course, they were also going to be there, but I still dreaded the fact that I was no longer going to be in the "upper" class of my school.
My name is Brent and I just turned 14 in August. I'm 5'11" and about 165 pounds. I have blue eyes and medium blonde hair that always seemed to get lighter over the summer vacations. I guess spending most of the summer out in the sun adds the highlights. I started playing football when I was in 6th grade and continued to play throughout junior high. I'm in great shape and work out on my weight set, that my parents got for me, everyday. Oh yeah, and I'm also a military brat being that my father is in the Army and currently stationed at Fort Hood, Texas.
Finally deciding that I had better get up and hit the shower, I rolled out of bed and headed for the bathroom. As I was walking, my morning hardon was slapping my abs and making a tapping noise. I looked down and smiled, "good morning dude!" I addressed my buddy, "I see you had no problem getting up this morning". Chuckling, I made my way to the toilet to relieve the ache in my bladder. As the stream of urine finally started to flow, my hardon melted into some semblance of normal and allowed me to stand up straight and finish without having to aim like a rifle at a target to be sure to hit the water in the toilet and not the lid, wall, and surrounding area.
I reached into the shower and turned the water on to heat up to a nice hot stream, then jumped in and started wetting my hair and body. The feel of the hot water running over my face and body felt so good and helped to relieve some of the tension I'd worked into my muscles from stressing about school. I grabbed the soap, and starting on my chest, began to lather up. As I moved the soap down my chest, I felt my hand brush my cock again, and there it was at attention once again, "aha! I see you staring at me. Give me one second and I'll play with you." I reach over and grabbed the bottle of cream rinse and squeezed out a good glob into my palm. I turned around to have the water running against my back and grabbed my cock with the well-lubed palm and slowing massaged the enlarged glad. The smoothness created by the cream rinse caused me to shudder each time my hand ran over the tip of my cock, almost causing me to lose my balance. Feeling the hot water loosening my neck and back muscles, and my hand slipping up and over and back down my hard shaft, I shot several loads of hot boy cum into the air and watched as the water carried it into the drain of the shower.
After finishing washing up, I rinsed and stepped out of the shower to dry off. This morning ritual started when I was 12 and found that rubbing cream rinse on my cock sent chills of pleasure through my body and wham! I came for the first time, while showering. After that I was hooked. I wiped the steamed up mirror in my bathroom with a washcloth and looked at my face. I'd always had a well-defined, soft, yet chiseled face. Comes from my father who looks like his face was carved by a marble sculptor. Add to this, the soft and roundness of my mother and you see me with the best of both traits. Not a blemish or mark touched my face and I had a killer tan from over the summer. I stepped back away from the mirror to look at the rest of my body, and felt proud of how well developed I was. I thought about how lucky I was and especially how pleased I was about my cock, which was cut and hung about 4 inches and slightly to the left when I was soft and a good 7.5 inches when hard. I used to get teased in junior high by the guys in the shower about girls running and screaming from me when they got a load of my "monster". If they only knew I didn't care about that, as long as none of THEM went running and screaming away from me.
I realized I was gay when I turned 11 and started to notice how much seeing my friends naked turned me on. I played "show me yours and I'll show you mine" with a girl that lived across the street once. It just didn't do anything for me when Shannon pulled her panties down and I saw that her buddy had fallen off. I felt so sorry for her, but her answer to my sympathy was to jerk up her panties before I had a chance to show her mine, and run home. We laugh about that time now, and she and I are really good friends. But friends is all it will ever mean, not that she hasn't tried to make it into something more, I just explained that I care for her more as a best friend then anything else and didn't ever want anything to chance that. So we swore our friendship for life.
Ok, I know it seems boring so far, but I thought I should develop the character a bit and let you know who he is. Well, actually who I am. In chapter II "First Day", I'll introduce you to Brent's male friends and the "new guy", who will become Brent's obsession. Any comments, e-mail me at brent@cutey.com. All comments are welcome.