Name: Show Boys Chapter 1: The Meeting
It was just another summer morning, and there were only a few left, for that matter. That was the thought going through Alex's head. School was starting soon. The prison he had grown to love. But, this year would be different. He had attended two schools so far, enjoying as much as one could expect. It was a blur: he had learned the basics that would only be primed in the next five years of being in the overly large high school.
The high school, oh shit. What was Alex getting into? Could he run from the horror of starting high school?! Would it be possible? He could not think of a way to get out of it and promised himself he would make the best of it. He had Jenny, and that was all that mattered.
He eventually hopped out of his nice warm bed, sweating just a bit from a good night of sleep. He stood in front of the mirror as he did most days and stared his small body up and down. He looked at himself, noticing every flaw on his body. His blond hair appeared almost white thanks to the harsh summer sun and all the time he had spent out in it running. He was barely fourteen, and his dad was already hoping Alex could reach the varsity track team in two years time. Fat chance, Alex thought... there was no way anyone would see him as the star athlete his father did.
He walked into the bathroom and peed, thinking about what he had to accomplish today. The first thing on his agenda, as usual, was to go out for a run. His father would be greatly upset if he didn't. And, Alex felt empty now if he did not run at least once a day, which surprised him, for when he started running, he spited the world every moment, mainly concentrating on the face of his dad. Next on his list would be to practice the audition piece to get into the pit orchestra for the fall musical. He hadn't touched his cello in more than a week, so he was a bit worried he would do terribly on his audition. Practice would have to happen, no question.
So, Alex slipped on a pair of breezy running shorts and a sleeveless shirt that he knew would come off after the first mile or so, and went out to start his nice long, relaxing run in anticipation of the hard workout to come the next day. He walked down the stairs to the main floor. His mom was in the kitchen making something that smelled amazing. She spotted Alex and asked if he wanted breakfast. After seeing his running clothes, she assumed he didn't. Alex liked it when he did not have to talk much in the morning. Running was one of the few things that was able to wake him up; that or a nice cold shower to get his brain working.
He slipped his shoes on and did a few quick stretches down the driveway before casually jogging down the street toward who knew where.
After running for at least 5 miles, Alex decided he would finish this lap around the lake and then head back home. He relished the cool breeze coming off the lake, cooling his sweating body, tanned from the many hours spent outdoors running all over the city. He was reaching the end of the last lap around the lake a mile or two from his house when another boy caught his eye. This boy was running with incredible technique, gracefully moving across the ground. Oh damn! This boy was fine! Alex couldn't think of a better looking boy.
As he came closer to this mysterious stud, he felt color come to his cheeks unrelated to the miles he had just run. Alex stopped, pretending to stretch so he could catch a better glimpse of this godlike being. As this deeply tanned boy passed by him, Alex couldn't help but think this other boy had looked at him. And, to his surprise, the boy turned around, mid stride to simply say, "You know you are doing that stretch all wrong. You could hurt yourself if you do it that way." He smiled a bright smile, turned around and continued to run around the way Alex had just come from. The image of that butt running in the opposite direction was being imprinted on Alex's retinas. He hoped he would never forget the image of the tight globes encased in those small, shiny gray running shorts.
Once the boy had disappeared around the corner, Alex decided it was time to continue on his run home.
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Tony could not believe what had just happened. Nothing ever this good happened so close to the impending start of the new school year. He had seen the most gorgeous boy ever. How could he have been so cocky, telling him he was doing the stretch all wrong! What an ass, even though the cute blond boy had been doing it all wrong. His abs were flat and sweaty, and Tony speculated he was out on a morning run too. Oh, how he lusted for that cute, tight body.
In his daydreaming, he barely caught himself from running off the path. He swept his brown hair out of his eyes. It was sleek with sweat and Tony was a bit tired. He still had another two miles until he was home. Nothing like a good run though, was all that Tony could think.
When Tony reached his home, he opened the garage door to enter, and after shutting it, he whipped off his shorts and put his iPod on the kitchen counter. He threw his smelly shorts in the laundry room and walked upstairs to his bathroom. He opened the door to the shower stall and turned on the water, excited for a nice cool, refreshing shower. He pondered the fact that you can never truly know how hot it is outside until you run in it. And, this day was indeed a hot one.
He stepped in the cool water, allowing it to flow over his body. He relished in the feeling of the cool water sliding down his back and through his crack. He bent his head back in pleasure and found himself rubbing his now semi-hard penis. As soon as he touched himself, images of that gorgeous blond boy came back into mind.
His hand went up and down, up and down over his now completely rigid cock. He turned up the water, making it semi-warm, and continued to picture that cute boy stretching on the side of the path, thinking of what he might look like without his shorts on. He could imagine how nice his smooth stomach would look above a small patch of pubic hair, most likely blond above an imaginable cock, which could only be more perfect than the rest of him. Before Tony knew it, his body started to tense up and three nice shots of cum landed on the shower floor. He quickly used his foot to push them into the shower drain and started to wash the rest of his body.
As he showered, he thought about choir, again, as he usually did. He remembered he had another item on his agenda for the day: fall musical tryouts. Damn, he thought. The only singing he had done all summer was singing along to the radio with his friends, or even when he was alone in his room. Oh well, he knew he could sing, and he figured dancing couldn't be that hard. No sweat. He knew he could do it. He wasn't named `Singer of the Year" at his middle school for nothing.
He got out of the shower and dried off. He decided to stay naked for a while longer. He knew he had to relish being naked around the house while he could. Both of his parents worked. And boy, did they work hard for the middle-class suburban life they were leading. He made himself a lunch and decided it would be a good idea to do some vocal warm ups before auditions started at noon up at his new school.
There it was again, school. All he could do was try to convince himself that it would be okay. He just needed to make some friends. He had grown up a lot over the summer, growing over 5 inches so that he was now nearly 6 feet tall. His features were just ridding themselves of boyhood features and looked a lot different. He had also come to the conclusion that he liked dick. Not a person, no - penises. And he liked it a lot.
He walked over to the piano and played out the first chord, singing along. Tony thought to himself, "twenty minutes of this and I will be off. Great. School..."
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Alex arrived home just fine. Horny, if that could be considered bad. But he didn't let it bother him. He walked into the open garage and took his shoes off. As he walked inside, his mom asked the simple question of how the run was. He answered and after a few moments told her he was going to go take a shower before he ate. He didn't feel all that hungry after his run anyways. It usually took a while for his body to catch up with the workout it had gone through.
When he reached his bedroom, he closed the door and turned the little knob to lock the door so he would not be disturbed while thoughts of the "godlike-boy" filled his head. Before he even reached his favorite chair, he had his shorts slipped off and a hand rubbing over his smooth chest and stomach. He loved the smoothness of his body, the lack of hair everywhere but a small patch just above his penis; it was electrifying to him, to say the least.
His hand wrapped around his now hardening cock. First he felt his head, rubbing it softly between his finger and thumb. Oh, it felt good. He then gave one slow, gentle stroke down the shaft, stopping when he reached the base and moved to cup his balls. He scooted his ass down the chair a bit more so as to have better access to his tight hole. His hand slowly grazed that tender section between his balls and asshole. As he rubbed that area, his cock gave a little twitch, making him groan ever so slightly to himself.
He moved his index finger right over his twitching hole, giving a little massage. The feelings were overwhelming and he couldn't help grabbing his dick fully with his other hand. Within seconds his finger was inserted into his sweaty hole, moving slowly into himself. By the time he had his finger most of the way up inside himself, images of the boy he had seen on his run came back to him. He could only imagine the pleasure he could gain with that boy's cock shoving itself in his hole as his finger was doing now. Once that dream became a reality, he knew anything would be possible.
A few more thrusts with his hand and a deep rub on his prostate, Alex shot five good loads of cum up onto his chest. He heaved, trying to catch his breath. Every time he came, he found it funny he was short of breath, being the runner he was. It always surprised him at the rate to which he became out of breath while masturbating compared to running five miles. At this thought, he slowly hoisted himself up and walked into the bathroom attached to his room and prepared the shower water to a temperature of his liking.
While he waited for the water to heat up a bit, his mind returned to the boy from his run. He hoped his memory wouldn't fail him, and that he would never forget that gorgeous body. Or, better yet, that he would even be able to see him again on one of his morning runs. As he came out of his reverie, he stepped into the shower and washed off the cum he had just sprayed all over his body.
Once he got out of the shower, he dressed in a pair of white soccer shorts and a blue t-shirt. He grabbed his cello case, praying the music he hadn't practiced wasn't too hard and that he could make it through the audition fine. He figured it wouldn't be too hard and the private orchestras he had been a part of thus far had only made him a better player.
He walked downstairs and made small talk about the upcoming school year with his mom while he ate a small lunch. Once he was finished, they both walked out to the garage and hopped into the silver Lexus SUV and were off to the audition.
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Having previously ruined his bicycle at his old house, Tony was doomed to walk the 3 miles to his new school. He naturally would have run if the audition was based solely on his singing alone, but he knew he had to look his best during the audition. So, he started out on his way in a new pair of khaki shorts and a light blue polo shirt. His mom had taken him shopping the previous weekend and had allowed him to shop at some of the more "in-style" stores, rather than a Kohls or Target.
This could only mean that his parents were doing well at work, which made him happy. His only wish was for them to be happy with what they had accomplished in life, whether he showed it or not. He knew he could be somewhat of an ass around the house with them, but in the end, they all loved each other very much.
As Tony reached the giant monstrosity claiming to be a school, he walked around to the entrance to the main stage, nicknamed the PAC (Performing Arts Center). As he reached the doors, a glint of silver caught his eyes. He turned around and looked at what had caught his attention. He saw a really nice SUV pull up the drive and could only assume some bitchy "daddy's girl" would step out in a pink mini skirt making her look like a complete slut. As the front passenger door opened, out stepped a boy. 'Oh shit,' Tony thought. 'It's the runner boy from earlier in the day. Yes, damn, what should I do?' he thought. As mixed thoughts entered his mind, the boy came around from the trunk with his cello in hand, and their eyes locked. Tony was stuck.
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Alex stopped dead in his tracks right there next to his mom's car, which was now pulling away. He was trapped. He started walking toward the door and the boy of his fantasies. As he came closer, he noticed the other boy had not moved, and Alex even caught the glimpse of a smile on the boy's face.
"Hey, you here for the audition?" the other boy asked.
"Yeah," Alex responded sheepishly.
"Sweet, me too! Is that a guitar you have there?"
"Oh, no," Alex said, "it's actually a cello. Do you, uh, play an instrument?"
"Nope, I sing. Pretty well actually," Tony said, laughing with this last bit, showing a hint of hubris.
Alex was so nervous he felt his hands shaking. This was the boy. The boy he had met earlier! He could not believe it. Oh, the chances... "My name's Alex, nice to meet you, uhh..."
"Tony. My name's Tony. Hi," he smiled again, nearly knocking Alex off his feet with his charm. "I saw you out running this morning. I hope I wasn't too harsh, but you were doing that stretch completely wrong."
"Oh, no worries," Alex responded. "I just had some other things on my mind, that's all. Well, we better head in, I guess. Don't want to be late."
"Yeah, sure," said Tony.
Alex wondered to himself whether this could become any more awkward than it already was. The two boys walked inside the huge building together, each wondering what they should say and remembering the fantasies they had each had earlier that morning. If only each of them knew...
To be continued in Chapter 2.