This story contains explicit details about sex between minors. It is fiction and has no basis in reality whatsoever. If you are not of legal age to read this story or the laws in your area do not permit it, leave now.
Here's the second part of my story. Hope you like it! Any comments or idea's can be sent to my e-mail which is at the bottom.
Previously
"What's wrong?" he asked with a slightly shaky voice. I just looked at him and thought that it that it must have been a dream and that my overactive teen mind was playing tricks on me.
I looked at him and smiled through my hangover.
"Nothing," I said "You ever had a dream that just seemed so real you thought I was for a while?"
He looked up at me and his expression softened slightly.
"Yeah I get those dreams all the time," he suddenly had a very cheeky grin on his face "Welcome to my world!"
Chapter two
For the next few days my mind was lost in thought about what had happened. While I couldn't remember the event I knew that something had gone on, the biggest clue was that I had a boner for the whole of the day after. All I could remember was flashes of emotion if that's possible. I remembered the feeling, how good it was. But I just couldn't remember details. Eventually I just shrugged it off as a dream.
The next three weeks went by without any major problems. The only 2 things of importance happened. The first was that Becky broke up with me. She said I was too obsessed with sex and that I was never considerate of her feelings. BULLSHIT!! Who was the one who stayed at her house for two weeks when her grandfather died? Me. Who cheered her up and abandoned all his plans when she was bummed out about her exams? Me. Who was the guy that got his ear pierced twice because she said it would look good, and then got his nipple pierced the week after only to get dumped by her 2 days after that? Me. The nipple ring came out right after she finished with me, it hurt like hell but I felt better for it, I felt stupid with it in anyway. I left the earrings in though, they did look kinda cool, but I'd never admit it to her.
The other was that my parents had moved back to the UK and I had moved back in with them.and that was not my idea since it meant me sharing a room again with my younger brother, and i really didnt want him there, what if i wanted to jack?! but as my legal guardians they decided it would be best if i moved back in with the family. This sucks! My dad had got another promotion and was transfered back to his old office. That meant that my younger brother and my 2 sisters were back, and that i wasnt looking forward to. Dont get me wrong, I love them with all my heart, but fuck me they get on my nerves! My 13 year old brother Andy is cool i guess, but he just never says anything, and aftre trying to start conversations with him for hours i get a little annoyed. Then there was Louren, my oldest sister. She was the one we dont really talk about to friends. She's the trouble maker, and at 12 it's oly gonna get worse. And that leaves Stacey whos 10. She is the sweetest girl alive and would never do a thing wrong, but ever since she was 4 she's been stuck in that 'but why?' phase and shows no sigh of leaving it. She follows every question with another and wen she has the answers you get 'but why?' Trust me, it takes all my skill not to pick her up and throw her across the room. And I had a year or more of this, oh joy.
But now the summer was over, school was about to start. Another year of boring lessons with boring teachers. I woke up to greet a new stain on the mattress, since beaky had broken up with me I hadn't really been jerking off that much, never felt like it, but that meant wet dreams, and lots of them.
"Fuck!" I thought to myself, "another awkward stare from Mom when she changes my sheets."
I positioned my morning wood so that no-one could tell and stumbled to the bathroom to shower. Once again I got lost in a daydream and found myself running late. When I finally got down the stairs my family were giving me that `late again' look they had so perfectly mastered. My Dad had his head buried in some crossword puzzle that was obviously more important than talking to his wife and children, but hey, that's my Dad. My two sisters were trying ever so hard not to talk to each other which meant that they had had one of they're argument that they had like every other day. And as for my brother Craig, I think he has actually mastered sleeping, eating, and watching TV at the same time.
"Joe? Honey? Are you listening to me? JOE!!"
My Dad sprang to attention as my Mom gave him her yell. She had him trained pretty well because there was no way that us kids could get his attention when he was doing one of his damned puzzles.
"Huh? What? I'm sorry Hun, were you saying something?"
"I was trying to tell you that you're taking the girls to school today. I have to pick up a coat from the dry-cleaners on the way to work and that's on the way to they're school." She turned to face us kids. "I'm working late tonight, so that means that you'll be on your own for a few hours after school. No fights, no long phone calls, no pay-per-view, no teasing the neighbours and NO going in that damned shelter!! You know it's not safe!" The shelter was and old bomb shelter in the back yard. My brother and I used to use it as a fort or a hide-out when we were kids. It wasn't really dangerous but my Mom was convinced it was gonna collapse on us.
We all nodded our heads and said nothing, we knew not to talk back to our Mom, we never win. At that she rushed me and Craig out to the car and got us off to school. School was not something I was looking forward to. We attended `West Hill School for Boys', a very old school that liked to think that just because it was grant maintained (it raised its own money), it was some kind of upper-class school for the rich kids. That was far from the case, it wasn't very particular about whom it let in, and as a result we had some low-life's in our midst. My school is stupid!
As I got in the school yard I searched around for my friends. I finally spotted them, Marc, Steve, John, Dan and...Dominic!! My mind was suddenly filled with thoughts of my dream, or what I thought was a dream and felt myself stiffening slightly. The strange thing was that I was pleased to see him, and was excited to talk to him again, I couldn't figure out why. I managed to get control of my growing cock and walked over to say hi.
"Hey! I didn't know you were coming here. Which form are you in?"
Dominic's face reddened slightly when I spoke to him and I was sure his eyes were starting to wander. He quickly shot his glance back up to eye level and smiled.
"Yeah I'm starting today. I'm in 10H."
"No way! I'm in 10H! Which G group are you in?"
A form was the group we were in to register and a G group was the group we attended classes in. They went from 1-7 depending on intelligence. The G actually stood for group, but over the years they had become known as G groups. So technically they were now called Group groups. I said my school was stupid!
He got out a piece of paper, most likely his timetable.
"Um...I'm in G4."
"I'm in G4!! Cool, you'll be the first guy I hang with who's in the same group as me. These guys are either too smart or too stupid!"
At that the bell rang and I led him to our form room. I walked in to find Mr Butler standing in his usual place with his usual dopey grin. He was ok, but also kinda lame. He used to try to laugh and joke with the kids but he didn't realise that his humour was a few decades out of date. And the way he used to comb his hair so that the grey on his temples would just be covered up enough so that it didn't look quite as grey as it actually did.
Luckily that part of the day goes by pretty quick and we were out of there. Our first lesson was sports. As per usual the teachers were evil and chose the most torturing sport they could imagine, cross-country running. Now don't get me wrong, I like running, our school year starts in September, and in England September means cold. We managed to pull that off but when I got back to school I was really looking forward to a nice warm shower.
I started to undress and walk over to the communal showers and got under. Dominic soon followed. But something wasn't right. He'd gone really pale and was keeping both hands firmly clamped over his junk. I tried not to look but I was really confused about what was wrong with him. When we walked over to the benches where our clothes were I just sat down and took a little rest like most of the guys did. That's when I found out what was wrong with him. As he got hold of his towel I got a glimpse of his dick, not the whole thing, but just an inch or so of his shaft. It was hard!!
I couldn't believe it! Dominic had a boner! Suddenly my own cock started to rise, and the way I was sat it was clearly visible to all the other guys were they to look. But one guy was looking, and I think you can guess who! I very quickly covered up and tried to talk the situation away as if it had never happened, but he saw.
After school I met my brother outside school and we walked home. As usual the first thing we did was go upstairs and change out off our uniform. I just flopped down on my bed while Craig went over to his bed and started to undress for a shower. I'd never really noticed my brother's body before. He was just turned 13 and starting to develop nicely. His smooth back and developing chest. He took off his pants to reveal a perfectly shaped bubble butt in a pair of briefs. Then he took them off. His ass was perfect, nice and rounded and shaped to perfection. Then he turned around and for the first time in a year or two I saw his cock. It was nice, about 3 and a half inches long, uncut (as was I, and most of the guys in my country), with a nice little bush of sandy pubic hair. His balls hung just below the head with a few stray hairs growing on them. My cock was hard as a rock, and as I stared I couldn't believe I was looking at my own brother in this way. I thought of turning my head but was too late.
"What the hell are you looking at perv!!?"
He'd noticed me. He glanced down and noticed the bulge in my pants. He quickly covered up and headed out of the room.
"I'm not even gonna try and handle this one! I'm taking a shower, we'll talk later!"
I couldn't believe what I had just done. Craig as my brother, and looking at him had given me a hard on! I was just way too confused. Just then my cell phone rang.
"Hey, it's Dominic. You want to come over to my house for a while? My folks won't be home for a few hours and I'm kinda bored. I can meet you at the bus station and walk you from there."
There was no way I was gonna stick around for my bro to quiz me on what had just happened.
"Yeah sure. I'll meet you there in 10 minutes." "Cool, we can have fun!"
To be continued...
Well that was part 2! Any comments post to deatscythe2004uk@yahoo.co.uk.