The Other Side of Midnight – Chapter 1
By Patrik
Razmuzzen
my.backups.89@gmail.com
Copyright 2013 by Patrik Razmuzzen, all rights reserved
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This work is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It may contain depictions of
sexual activity
involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to
view such material or
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"I'm... not sure you
can come in..."
I looked at him. It was
absolutely lashing rain and I
lived nearly a mile away. Was he serious?
Mark was one of my few
friends as I'd only moved to
the area a month or so before, and we had been messing about near his
school
when a rainstorm came out of nowhere and we'd had to run for the
nearest
available shelter, which was his place.
There was a sudden
crack of thunder and the rain get
even heavier. That sealed it - he had no choice now. He unlocked door
and led
me inside.
I was a little hurt, to
be honest, but I thought he
was in trouble for bringing me inside, but when he called out it was
clear
there was no one home.
I tried to act natural,
though. He gave me a towel to
dry my hair and then took off his t-shirt. It didn't surprise me as
much as
when he kept going, though - kicking off his shoes and socks, before
standing
up and pulling his jeans off. Why didn't he go somewhere more private
to
change?
I felt my heart stop
for a second when I saw his
innocent, almost denuded body in front of me.
He was definitely
getting embarrassed, too. Shaking a
little and trying to hide himself from me as much as possible I
pretended not
to notice, but not very well. Something very odd was going on.
I looked around and
pretended I hadn't noticed. Even
at that point, I didn't expect him to go all the way and it was the
sweetest
shock when he took a deep breath, hooked his thumbs hooked under the
rim of his
underpants and slipped them and added them to the rest of the pile of
clothes.
And there he was.
Beautiful and naked.
And he was to stay that
way. The next thing he did was
to pick his discarded clothes and throw them into a cupboard, take out
an
unlocked padlocked and lock his clothes away.
There was no going back
for him now.
We stood together. Me
dressed, still with my coat on,
probably looking confused, and him naked with his hands clasped over
his
privates.
He broke the silence.
"Do you-you want a
coke?" he said, trying to sound natural.
"Eh... sure..." I
replied.
He turned and scampered
off to the kitchen, giving a
quick glimpse of his generous bottom, shaking briefly as he
disappeared,
leaving me to wonder just what the hell was going on. Moments later he
was
back. For this first time I saw his unobstructed front, and he took my
breath
away. He really was beautiful - blonde haired, tanned, strong athletic
body
with just a touch of fat. His penis was surprisingly short, but chubby,
and his
balls were large and heavy. At least for his age. I remember being
surprised that
he hadn't any pubic hair yet although his genitals were larger than
those of a
normal preteen boy.
It was over in just a
second, but it was imprinted on
my memory forever. He looked seriously embarrassed as he handed me a
coke and
then sat on the floor, with his knees hunched up to his chest, blocking
any
chance of a good view and a large pint glass of water, beside his hip,
which he
drank quickly.
I sat down on the sofa
and sipped my coke: while Mark
grabbed the remote and turned on the TV.
What was going on,
here?! I was way too scared to ask
- it was as if some sort of beautiful spell that had been cast and I
didn't
want to break it. Was this some sort of house rule? Should I act
natural?
Should I be naked too? Would I get into trouble if his parents came
home and I
was still dressed? Would I get into trouble if I wasn't?
I was terrtfifed!
I struggled with this
for more than a few minutes,
while Mark sat on the floor in front of with me squirming. I had a full
erection trapped in my pants and I tried to gently stroke it to relieve
some of
the feeling. He looked so beautiful and natural, I had to force myself
not to
start playing with myself and then. Finally, I piped up the courage to
ask,
"are you not cold without your clothes on?"
He looked up and
shrugged. "Sometimes I, eh, just
like being naked," he said.
Of course you are, I
thought to myself. Why are you
trying to hide yourself from me, then? I said nothing, though. If I
acted
naturally, maybe he'd calm down a bit.
"You... You don't think
I'm weird?" he
asked.
"A little," I said,
trying hard to sound
causal. "But I like weird."
Much to my relief, this
seemed to relax him. He still
sat haunched up though, and I had to try and wriggle my position to get
a
better view of his nudity without making it look obvious. Every now and
again I
caught a glimpse of his penis, scrunched up against his stomach though
it was.
But the whole idea, the whole situation was massively erotic to me.
But if this was how his
parents made him stay, then
there must be a reason for it, and I was pretty sure I'd be coming
round a bit
more often.
Anyway, we played video
games for a while, once the
telly got boring. It was a handy one for me, because it made him move a
little
more. He had a semi hard-on, I noticed.. Although after a while he
started
squirming more and more, in his embarrassed nakedness. It slowly began
to dawn
on me that he actually needed to pee. Badly.
But why didn't he just
go? Was he that shy? Surely he
wasn't barred from taking a piss if he needed to? That could be
dangerous.
Perhaps if I left for a
minute, he'd go - but then I
might miss it something. And I wanted to see everything.
In the end, curiosity
got the better of me. I had to
find out what he'd do if I left the room, so I asked if I could get a
glass of
water.
"Sure," he replied,
quickly.
I got up and went to
the kitchen I was about to pour
myself some water when, instead of running to the toilet, he ran to the
patio
doors, hauled them open, looked up at the sky to check the rain and
then ran
out into the rainy evening and over to a wall where he stopped, looked
around,
and then started peeing.
This was just getting
stranger and stranger.
He made a bit of a mess
out of it because he was still
half erect and he kept his hands by his side. Most of the pee went
halfway up
the wall rather than in a pool of mud as he intended. Finally, he shook
his
hips, looked around and ran back inside, closing the patio doors as
quickly as
he had opened them.
Okay, so these were
unlikely to be house rules. No
parents make their kids pee in the garden naked. I spotted a small
bathroom
beside the kitchen, went inside and flushed it. Nope - that worked
okay, so
that wasn't the reason.
Perhaps he was a bit of
a perv? I wondered. Oh, God,
that would be so cool if it was true. I wanted it to be true, but at
back of my
mind I knew he hadn't planned for my being there to happen. But then
why didn't
he just stop and pee normally? Naked or otherwise?
He was only just about
to sit down when the phone
rang. We looked at each other for a second he grinned sheepishly, and
then
jumped up, one hand blocking his privates (although not very well) and
ran out
into the kitchen to take the call.
I took the opportunity
to free my own dick from my
trousers. I admit to stroking it there and then for a few seconds, just
to get
some relief, but I had to take a few deep breaths an a lot of
self-control to
not cum there and then. Being worried about what Mark would think if I
did was
a major factor as well.
He came back into the
room and sat down, this time
with his legs out front and his dick resting between his open legs. He
waited a
minute before saying, "would you mind doing me a favour?"
"Sure." I said.
"It's kind of weird,"
he replied.
"Weirder than so far?!"
I pointed out.
He ignored this. "I,
eh, I need you to put
something on me," he said.
"Okaay...." I said
He got up and walked
over to a drawer, pulled out a
brown paper bag and reached into it, taking out a pair of pink furry
handcuffs.
"Handcuffs?"
"Yeah," he said.
Maybe he really was
into kinky stuff? I thought. But
that didn't explain why he was so reluctant to bring me in.
"Please do it," he
said. "You'll get me
into trouble if you don't."
"With who? Your Mum and
Dad?"
"Just... Put them on
me..."
I took his wrist gently
and pulled it down behind his
back, accidentally stroking his bottom as I did. It was beautiful -
warm and
soft, smooth yet firmly muscular at the same time. A wave of excitement
rushed
through me and my erection -
just inches
from his naked cheeks and being pulled toward his naked cheeks as if by
some
erotic magnet - pulsed. If I leant forward, it would touch.
I did the same with the
second wrist, trying not to
make it look obvious. Much to my relief, he actually giggled.
And there he was. Erect
and exposed and no way to
cover up. I yearned to reach down and stroke his penis, to pull it away
from
his body and let it bounce back off his tummy and see what happened, to
gently
massage those hanging balls as I did so, but at at that point I was way
too
scared. If he wasn't being kinky, that would kill everything.
So he sat back down on
the floor, naked, and with his
hands cuffed behind his back, his erection pointing boldly up towards
his
navel. And he never stopped squirming. This time, though, I realised
was
because he was just as turned on as I was.
At least I could touch
myself when he wasn't looking,
though, I thought to myself. And I did.
Perhaps he was being
blackmailed? I thought to myself,
suddenly. Perhaps he was already in trouble?
But then, why was he
going along with it? It was just
him and me and no one else would know what he was doing or not doing.
We had only been
playing barely five minutes later,
when I heard a car pulling into the driveway. I assumed it might have
been his
Mum and Dad, but from through the window, I saw two younger women,
probably
about 20 or so, got out instead.
I had expected him to
make a grab for his clothes,
before I remembered he'd locked them away in the cupboard. Perhaps he
was just
not going to answer the door if they rang the doorbell? A few seconds
later,
though, I heard a key turning in a lock. Whoever it was, had access.
"Mark!" I said
desperately, "you're
naked! And you're going to get into trouble!" And me too, probably, I
thought to myself.
Suddenly he turned ran
out into the kitchen and I
heard him hurry upstairs. I felt a sigh of relief. This was the coolest
thing
I'd ever witnessed, but right now I could do without getting into
trouble. I
made a mental note to go up and make sure he was okay and if he needed
to be
unlocked before he got dressed.
The two girls came into
the living room. One of them
looked at me and smiled. "Oh hello - you must be a friend of Mark's?"
"Yeah," I said. "I'm...
Derek."
Before she had a chance
to introduce herself, I heard
Mark coming back downstairs. Obviously, he didn't need help getting
dressed. He
appeared a few seconds later. Much to my surprise though, he was still
naked.
ENDS.
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