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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My phone beeped and warbled madly at the crack of dawn and I cursed the invention of the mobile and it's affect on teenage British society. I considered throwing it at the wall (I'm really not a morning person) but answered it instead when I saw it was my friend Chris.
"Crap what you phoning me for its only bloody 10am you bastard" I said, with righteous indignation in my voice.
I heard laughing down the phone. Insensitive prick I thought and pulled the duvet over my head and made a little tent under there.
"Sorry bud, but I got some great news for ya" said Chris.
"Yeah?" I replied wittily.
"Hehe yeah - Claire's friend Judy was on the phone to her this morning and boy is she hot for you, you stud!"
"Chris what the fuck are you talking about?"
"Judy - Claire's friend."
"What about her?" this was starting to get scary
"She wants you to ask her out buddy" Chris explained. Oh god.
"What brought this on?" I asked
"She spent most of the party with you mate - you tell me!" Oh god oh god. That was Judy was it?. Well she was pretty enough, as long as she didn't start talking at me again. This could fit my plan I reminded myself. A nice girl was just what I needed to get over this phase thing. I groaned, forgetting Chris on the phone.
"You ok bud?" Chris asked.
"Yeah you just woke me up is all - ok so what's the deal?"
"Ok well I've emailed you her phone number and address and stuff, so Claire says you should ask her out sometime."
After exchanging further witty (to us) pleasantries and insults I told Chris I was too busy this weekend but I'd think about the next one. When I hung up I sat and thought to myself, wondering why I'd said that and why I wasn't feeling as excited as Chris about it.
I was too worked up to think about going to sleep and I most definitely wasn't feeling horny, which was pretty unusual. I got up and took a long shower, my brain on autopilot. Soaping myself up, and the sensuous feeling of my smooth skin under the soap made me think of Luke in the shower at school. What great skin he had I thought, realising I had become erect. Imagining it being his body, I lathered the soap around my hard cock, my fingers running easily around my hairless balls and inadvertently sliding behind them over my arsehole which felt naughty and exciting. Imagining his hands, I did it again but brought my hand over my bum cheeks this time, and slid my finger behind me between my crack and over my hole while I pumped my dick with my other hand. I felt so wild I didn't even try not to imagine Luke there with me as I erupted in a glorious frothy explosion.
As the buzz from my orgasm faded I realised I had given in to these terrible gay thoughts I kept having. I felt dirty and disgusted about touching myself like that. I rinsed off and, feeling very down and despondent, got out, dressed slowly and went down with leaden steps to the kitchen to find food - more out of habit than hunger.
"Hi Sam!" my Mother said and I went over to her at the sink and hugged her from behind, laying my head on her back.
"You sleep well darling?" she asked.
"Yeah ok I suppose" I said.
"Good party last night?"
"Well yeah it was ok. I got stuck talking to one of Claire's friends and she wants to go out on a date now."
"Oh great!" cooed my mum. Yeah marvellous I thought. Wedding and grandchildren - what mum wouldn't be pleased.
Over my eggs and toast I thought about what had just happened in the shower. It felt so good and yet I was thinking about another boy. I was just so gay. I hated myself. I was going to have to get laid and then I'd sort this stupid phase out. Excess of hormones was all it was. Something like that anyway.
I spent the weekend trying to occupy myself as much as possible. I helped my dad do the gardening, and threw myself into it with such enthusiasm he gave me double pocket money. I spent the evening round with Chris talking about girls and working out the quickest way of getting laid. We hadn't got a clue but we worked out some ideas that we thought would help to move thing along with Judy. Of course I agreed to everything, although we didn't quite actually pick up the phone to talk to her at any stage, much to my relief. Chris's parents offered to let me stay the night but I politely refused. I didn't live too far away and I didn't trust myself alone in a room with Chris with my current state of sexual confusion. Besides, I was well aware that all this talk of girls had got Chris horny, and seeing his boner in his shorts was making me feel horny too, deepening my disgust with myself.
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