A Year to Remember, Chapter Three - Sex Stories

A Year to Remember, Chapter Three

A Year to Remember, Chapter Three This story is part of a series, and if you have not read the previous two chapters, it might help your undertsanding of the plot to read them first, before this one. It will make a lot more sense if you do. March I lay awake, worrying! My mum told me last night that we are going to have lunch with Patrick, Emma and Simon tomorrow. You know, the 'tousled head' that suddenly interrupted my emotional roller-coaster ride last month. My limp dick twitches at the memory of that mop of unruly, reddish hair. I can feel it now, between my fingers, as I run my hand through it, I remember pulling his face towards mine... Anyway, that was then and I was in a state, a horrible, snivelling state! I just wanted to feel safe, feel warm and feel loved. I didn't mind his arm round my shoulder. I wanted him to hold and squeeze my hand in his, pale, perfect hand. I wanted him to kiss me. I wanted him to notice my erection. Lost in my memories, I flip over onto my front and feel the stiffening of my dick against the mattress. Fuck it! Why am I getting horny, thinking about him? All he did was kiss me back…and then do a runner. I kissed him, I kissed him! My dick shrivels back to its default setting…pathetic. God how I wish it was bigger. It almost disappears into the crazy thicket of wiry, dark brown pubes. Yep, loads of pubes, tiny dick. Just what every teenage boy wants. Not! What if he thinks I'm gay? What if he told his parents? What if? What if? My head is ...

... now swimming, too much thinking. Too much wanking! I bet that is the reason I am feeling like this. Getting a boner, thinking about that pale but perfect boy, who just came and cuddled me like some weirdo. Shit, what an idiot! An hour later. “Adam, what the hell is wrong with you? You've been cooped up in the foetid room of yours for the last few weeks. I would have thought you'd enjoy a day out. Boost your vitamin D for a start.” Oh fantastic, my mum has her sarcastic head on. I'm sitting in the car, in the front next to her. My rightful place! Annoying little sister in the back, playing with something pink and fluffy. I have to say it is kind of nice to see some daylight but I am really starting to think this may not be a good idea. Seeing Simon I mean, not the daylight. I wonder how he is going to react to seeing me again. He seemed pretty embarrassed about his boner the other week. “Simon's such a lovely boy. You're the same age, you two. I'd have thought you'd get on like a house on fire. You did actually speak to him to that day in your room I suppose?” She twitters on, I just grunt in reply. Chin on my chest, fiddling with my phone. How on earth could she think that? I, of course, knew the truth, tousle-headed Simon had told me. She wants me to have a friend, because of what happened. With my dad I mean. I'm not really one for friends though, never have been. However, it could be good to have someone to talk to. You know, about stuff, stuff that you don't want to talk ...