More Fish in the River
by Feangol
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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Chapter 2
After we racked the boats and paddles we removed our buoyancy aids and hung them up to dry. I was still pretty wet and was looking forward to a shower. We walked back round the outside to the back of the boathouse. There was just one of the kayaking group still in there, and as we walked in he finished putting on his shoe, picked up his bag and gave a cheery "See ya guys" and walked out.
I found my stuff and grabbed my towel and followed Luke to the showers. The showers were communal which I hadn't realised. The ones in the main changing rooms off the Gym and the ones at the pool were individual stalls. I hooked my towel on a peg next to Luke's and joined him under the showers and stood under the warm jets and luxuriated. Luke removed his wet top and revealed his defined torso underneath. I followed suit and when I turned back to Luke realised he was naked. I hastily looked away, not wanting him to think I was gay or something. Without conscious volition I found my eyes running over the tight cheeks of his bum, admiring the sinuous curve from the small of his back down to his thighs.
"That was great this afternoon" I said, hoping a little conversation would help squish the butterflies I had in my stomach.
"Yeah I enjoyed it too" Answered Luke, not turning around. " Are you going to do it every Tuesday?"
"Definitely" I said, surprised that he considered my not paddling was a possibility. I hastily removed my shorts, and it was only then I remembered I hadn't taken my underpants off, as I snagged them down at the same time.
"Shit" I giggled. "I don't have any spare pants!"
Luke laughed helplessly, leaning up against the shower wall pointing at me unable to speak after a few minutes. Under other circumstances, having a boy point at me while I was naked and laugh might have been worrying, but we both thought the consequences of my earlier haste were pretty funny. I noticed now Luke had turned around that I could see his dick, and he had a little more hair down there than I did. I wondered what year he was in - his body seemed bigger and slightly thicker set than me but not by much.
Luke had stopped laughing but he hadn't stopped looking at me I noticed as I looked back up. He hastily looked away, as if I had caught him pulling a face at me or something. I realised maybe he thought I was checking him out. Hell - that's exactly what I had been doing I realised, blushing guiltily and suddenly concentrated on washing myself.
Luke rinsed off and strutted over to his towel, and I noticed another thing about his body - his tan went all over, no white patches on his buttocks. I was momentarily stunned while this sunk in ... the guy must have been outside naked somehow. Lucky bastard I mentally added. It looked great I thought, a little jealousy.
"You coming?"
I looked up. "Yeah sorry" I muttered, and walked over to where Luke was towelling himself off.
"You got a good bod there"
"What?" I said, a little startled. Guys don't normally talk about this stuff, and his comment was a little too close to where my own thoughts had been.
"Um I mean you must do training or something" he said, looking a little awkward, his previous masterful confidence on the water deserting him.
"Yeah I did a lot of swimming the past few years. I quit now though because everyone else was way better than me." It somehow sounded better when I said it like that.
"Oh. I'm surprised - you seem pretty good at sports"
"Thanks" I said.
"Luke?"
"What?" he said, and I noticed he looked a little guilty and nervous now. I was starting to get a bit worried I'd said something dumb or maybe he thought I was queer because he saw me looking at him before. Suddenly I realised that I desperately wanted the approval and acceptance of this boy.
"Er well I was just going to ask you how old you are? Like what year are you in?"
"Oh" he almost sighed, "Fifth year : I'm 15 .. I'll be 16 in a few months."
"Wow cool. I'm almost 15 too. Well I got about 6 weeks anyway"
We finished towelling off and walked back through to the changing rooms with our towel skirts. We continued chatting and I realised as I pulled on my trousers without my pants on (which felt most strange) that neither of us had done the towel dance - we'd just whipped them off and got on with it. I suppose because we'd just seen everything in the shower anyway and no one else was around. I suddenly wished I had some pants on - as I stood chatting to Luke I realised I had an erection. I wasn't as quick as Luke.
"Heh dude looks like you like a bit of freedom down there" he smiled at me.
"Yeah" I giggled back blushing furiously. I was feeling very confused at this point. I was pretty sure I knew why I had got hard, and the knowledge was worrying me more than a little. I sat down on the bench against the wall to put my shirt on but it was a bit of a struggle.
"Sam just stand up bud I've seen it all before and hell if you want I'll turn my back if it embarrasses you. But it doesn't look like you got much to be ashamed of there"
I paused my Houdini act, and realising that it was already too late to hide it from him anyway stood up and quickly got my shirt on. Luke didn't turn away. I realised I hadn't asked him to either.
"See?" he said smiling
"Yeah its ok you're just the first person ever saw it ... like this"
"Well I'm honoured" he joked and we both laughed. It broke the ice and soon I we were walking out of the changing room, and I hadn't even noticed that the small tent in my trousers was gone.
That evening I was on a high. I had had great fun that afternoon and my parents were pleased to hear me talking in an animated fashion about my day. After dinner I went back up to my room and sat down at my computer. After an hour of fiddling around, checking my email and so on I realised what I really wanted to do was to talk to Luke. We'd spent several hours together and in that short time I realised that I really wanted to be his friend. He was so strong, so confident, so skilful. I sighed to myself as I got up and lay down on my bed on my back.
The knock at the door startled me. "Sam? You're missing the film darling" my mum said as she opened the door cautiously. "Are you ok?" she asked as she saw me lying on my bed.
"Er yeah I was just dozing" I answered, realising that I had indeed fallen asleep.
"Ok dear your probably tired after all that canoeing."
"Paddling" I corrected her
"Oh yes ok" she smiled "well anyway I'm popping back down the adverts will be over and it will be started so come down if you want anyway.
"Ok mum I'll be down in a minute" I answered. Stock answer, didn't really have to think about it.
I lay back on my bed and looked up at my ceiling. I could see the stains where the bluetack had held my Christmas decorations I'd put up last year. My mind drifted back to Luke, and I realised I'd done little but think about him since school had finished. In fact, I had fallen asleep thinking about him. Now I realised that actually I had fallen asleep thinking about him in the shower, and felt my penis stir in its unaccustomed freedom inside my trousers. Oh god, I really had to do something about this. I got up and locked my door.
At first I tried thinking about my usual fantasy - the one where I'm on Robot Wars and Phillipa Forrester likes my robot a lot and we end up going back to my house so I can show her how I made it... ok yes its naff. But its my fantasy. But it wasn't working. I didn't invite Luke into bed with me and Phillippa but he was suddenly there, holding me like he had when I fell out of the kayak when we were adjusting it on the lawn. It felt so good - his strong arms, the smell of his hair.
Crap.
Once the orgasm had faded I started to cry as I realised what had happened. I didn't even clean myself up properly and just lay there weeping. All the feelings, all the thoughts of the afternoon with Luke suddenly boiled down to this. I fancied him. I, Sam Cooper, fancied another boy. A moment ago I was happy I had made a new friend - now I'd spoiled it all. I rolled over and cried into my pillow, so no one could hear me. No one was going to know about this.
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