This story was written as an experiment and as "therapy" at a time when I was at a cusp in my life, and I'd realised that closets are pretty lonely and started inviting other people inside. Some of those people drew my attention to the handle on my side of the door, and I've taken a few peeks outside.
Special thanks to It's Only Me from Across the Sea for hosting this story, and to him and my friend Flopot for encouraging me to do it!
This story contains explicit descriptions of sexual acts between the characters in it. Although the characters are teenagers who may be below the age of consent in the country or state where this is read, nothing written here should be taken as approval of, or encouragement for, sexual liaisons between people where such liaisons are either illegal, or objectionable for moral reasons. Although this story does not include safe sex practices, it is everyone's own responsibility to themselves and to each other to engage only in PROTECTED SEX. It is a story. Any resemblance to real persons is purely coincidental. Nothing represented here is based on any fact known to the author.
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Eventually I must have fallen asleep and I awoke to my dad knocking furiously at my door.
"Sam, wake up! It's a school day. Sam? Are you awake?" the door was rattled as he discovered it was locked.
"Yeah I'm awake for gods sake" I shouted and threw my shoe against the door. I'm not exactly a morning person. My dad was used to me and I could just hear him laugh outside the door.
"Breakfast is ready get your little behind out here" he said, trying to be cool and sound American.
I smiled, thinking of how cute Luke's little behind was. Then I caught myself and the frustration caused my eyes to fill with tears. I was not going to be gay. I was a babe magnet, girls liked me. Ok, I had never been too sure about them and I'd always been too scared to get involved. Right - well that was going to change.
I got up and realised I'd got a few cum stains over my black school trousers, which I was still wearing. Fuck! I thought quickly. I couldn't get them clean without getting caught taking them to the bathroom to wash them or something. My parents didn't use it because they had one en suite, but they might see me in the corridor. I remembered I had another pair so I threw them back on the bed with relief - I'd clean them up this evening. They would be safe until then - Mum wouldn't come in my room - not since we'd had a row when she'd burst in when I was masturbating a few years ago. The only reason my dick hadn't shrivelled up and dropped off from embarrassment was because I had managed to pull my duvet over myself before (I think... I pray) she saw anything. At least since then my room was sacrosanct. My parents always knocked. Nothing was said about my door being locked. Sure, I had to hoover it myself and keep it tidy. It wasn't ideal but at least I could have some sort of sex life - as much as most boys my age anyway. It was a little embarrassing to realise that my parents knew what was happening every time they found the door locked, but not as embarrassing as the alternative.
I pulled on some shorts and a t-shirt and stomped downstairs to breakfast after a quick visit to the bathroom.
"Morning sweetheart" my mum said cheerfully. She's great my mum - always cheerful and bouncy. A few minutes of her singing and chattering away in the kitchen in the morning always put me in a good mood.
"Hi" I said, and smiled grudgingly.
"You didn't miss anything last night darling - that film was a load of nonsense. All explosions, violence and noise."
It was a cool film - Face Off. I've seen it once before but I wouldn't have minded seeing it again. Not mum's kind of film, however.
"Its ok mum I've seen it before anyway". I tucked into the eggs and toast I always had for breakfast. About the only thing I can eat for breakfast for some reason.
"You fall back asleep? You seemed to be very quiet up there"
"Yeah mum, I was tired out from kayaking." Part of me wanted to tell her more but I planned to tell no one about my problem and I think I had an idea about how to fix it.
"Oh maybe we should have asked Daddy to give you a lift?"
"Its ok mum I'm fine now"
Jeez I hate it when she says Daddy. I'm almost 15 for God's sake. Dad had already left for work right after getting me up. I think mum made him try first because she was a bit scared of me in the mornings, and she was probably just as traumatised by walking in on me that time as I had been.
I put my plate and cup in the dishwasher (Mummy's little helper that's me) and went and got a shower. Feeling daring and a little frisky afterwards, I walked to my room naked, leaving my towel in the bathroom. It actually got me pretty excited and I was really tempted to take care of things down there. Sadly there wasn't much time before I had to go and with mum in the house it just wasn't going to happen - nothing made Phillipa vanish so quickly as much as mums voice and knock at my door.
I found some clean underpants and my spare school trousers. Shirt and tie (school uniform sucks) and grabbed a sweatshirt and my school bag. I kissed mum goodbye and left the house through the garage to pick up my bike. That day was fine until morning break time. I was just packing my stuff back into my locker when I heard a familiar voice say "Hi". I was instantly thrown into confusion. Part of me wanted to turn around and beam a smile at him, but I forced myself to turn around calmly and sure enough there stood Luke.
"Hi" I said, a bit casually and instantly regretted it when I saw the hurt in his blue eyes.
"You ok?" he asked, obviously assuming I was in a bad mood about something.
"Er well bit of trouble earlier I'm ok now" I lied. "Its good to see you again" I added which was no lie, and we ended up grinning at each other for what seemed like several minutes. He has the most beautiful eyes I thought - blue and clear, and you could see how honest and kind he was.
I caught myself and broke our exchange. Blushing, I turned away and muttered "Got to go, gonna be late" and almost ran off down the corridor.
Damn I was such an idiot what was I doing. I was feeling stuff that was wrong and I still didn't stop myself even after I'd already made up my mind about this shit. It was a phase - all teenagers get them. We're horny, full of sex drive and we get turned on by anything if we're not careful. Obviously the hard part about growing up was controlling it. I angrily kicked a stray can as I ran to the science building for my next lesson.
That evening Phillipa didn't last very long before Luke kicked her out of bed and I reluctantly gave up on fantasising and found some porn on my computer. Fortunately my parents were too dumb to know the sort of stuff you can find on the internet and even if they did, they wouldn't have known you could do anything about it. The porn worked thank god, but I still felt depressed and guilty afterwards. I managed to clean up my trousers I'd worn the day before and put them with the laundry. I wasn't too sure what I was going to mum about them but fortunately she never asked.
The next few days I saw Luke a few times but avoided him, attracting a little suspicion from my friends, which was explained away easily enough. On Friday, with the help of my friend Chris, I had managed to get invited to a party at which I planned to expose myself to as much female company as I could. The perfect antidote to my weird feelings for Luke. The drawback of an all-boys school was that we didn't get to speak to girls unless we pulled strings, or got invited to parties. Your mates became more important therefore, because through them you had access to sisters and (and preferably) friends of sisters.
Going out with your mates sister wasn't too cool I'd decided from observation. It seemed to ensure that the friend in question would almost certainly hate you for the rest of your life, since he would either be protective and hate the thought of what you wanted to do to the girl, or he might not like her and be jealous of your friendship with her. Finally, when you dumped a guys sister, however he felt about her before the two of you went out, he would almost certainly take her side when she was dumped and upset. Girls sure caused us guys a lot of grief, I thought.
The party started well at least, but my memory of it is a blur. We got some booze snuck in by someone and I'd drunk a little to try to make me a bit more confident, and then tried to smoke a cigarette so I would look cool and attract girls. I wasn't feeling too good after that and spent most of the evening getting bored to death by some girl on the sofa where I'd sat to recover, so I suppose in a way my efforts were a success. I made polite conversation because she was pleasant enough, but subjects of discussion seemed entirely inspired by teen girl magazines and after an evening of this I knew what a cuticle was, how to tell if you had a poltergeist in your house and what a misunderstood guy Robbie Williams is. My dad arrived to pick me up and seemed a little surprised at my promptness. I told him it was because I appreciated him putting himself out for me, and he seemed pleased enough to buy that.
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