[Fiction] Me and Brendon

[cseagles]

Hey guys, this is going to be my first story. I'm somewhat new to the site. I have been lurking and reading others' stories and I think I've got the hang of it. So I will post a couple of parts and let me know what you think. Here goes nothing.

First, here are the characters.
I am setting this story about 2 years ago, seeing as how I wouldn't do this at 17.

Me (Prefer not to use name)
Age: 15
Height: 5'6.5"
Weight: 160 pounds, muscular build
Hair: Dirty Blond, buzz cut
Eyes: Green/Blue

Brendan
Age: 14
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 120 pounds, skinny build
Hair: Blond, shaggy
Eyes: Blue

The names and appearances are true. The events in this story never took place, but this just a fantasy I've had for a while.

Background: Me and Brendon have known each other since we were 12, and became very good friends, best friends actually. We would have sleepovers all the time, but nothing really ever happened. I had hit puberty in the summer between 7th and 8th grade. Brendon was still childish, with little hair on his face, armpits and legs. I never really knew how much pubic hair he had because we had never seen each other naked. He was very conservative about his body, but I was the opposite. We would play sports outside, particularly basketball. I would go shirtless most of the time and he would occasionally. He was never really attractive in any way to me. Let's face it, he was my best friend. I am totally straight and have been with a few girls and loved it. Brendon is the only guy I would ever do stuff with. On to the story.

PART I

It was about 5:00 in the afternoon and I was bored. I decided to call my best friend Brendon to see what he was up to tonight. He lives right down the street from me, so it's about a 2 minute walk to his house. I pick up my cell phone and give him a call. After 3 rings, he picks up.

Brendon: "Hello?"
Me: "Hey dude, what's up?"
Brendon: "Oh, nothing much. Just hangin' around the house. You?"
Me: "Same. I'm bored as shit. You wanna hang out tonight?"
Brendon: "Sure, let me ask my mom if you can come over."

About 20 seconds later, he came back to the phone.

Brendon: "You can come over. Bring your suit, we're going swimming."
Me: "Sounds good, see you in a few."
Brendon: "Bye."

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PART II

I went to get my swimsuit and towel from my room in my basement. I put my suit and towel in my Nike drawstring bag. I slung the bag over my shoulders and headed out the door. My mom saw me walking out the door and asked, "Where are you going?"

"I'm going over to Brendon's house to swim for a while," I said.
"Okay, be back before 8, we're having dinner then," my mom replied.

As I began the walk to Brendon's, I began to think about what might happen today. It was the middle of summer and we had the whole evening to ourselves, with the exception of his parents and his siblings. After about a 2 minute walk to his house, I arrived at his front door. I rang the doorbell. Brendon came up to the door in his swimsuit and nothing else. I got slightly aroused by this, but nothing much else.

"Come on in," he said.

He told me I could change in the hallway bathroom, and I did. I stepped out of the bathroom and went into the kitchen where he and his mom were. His mom was making some lemonade for us for later.

"Do you want to get in now? The water's pretty warm."
"Yeah, sounds good," I said.

TO BE CONTINUED...

[sizzle]

sounds good so far

[cseagles]

I'll be posting parts three and four later tonight. Stay tuned!

[cseagles]

PART III

It was a scorcher that day, about 95 degrees. We got in as fast as possible, neglecting to put on sunscreen. It didn’t really matter to us at the time because we were teenagers and thought we were invincible. Anyway, we ran up the latter (he has an above-ground pool) and jumped right in. The water was shockingly cold and I immediately began to shiver. Brendon wasn’t cold, however. After about 20 minutes of playing “tips” and racing back and forth from end to end, we decided to get out. It was 5:45, we had plenty of time to get some more fun into the day.
“Hey, do you want to shoot some hoops?” Brendon asked.
“Yeah, sounds good to me.”

We stayed in our swimsuits, which were still a little bit damp, but we didn’t mind. His basketball hoop is in his driveway because he lives on a pretty busy street and his parents are kind of strict. We picked out which basketballs we were going to use and got to it. We lowered the rim so we could dunk. We went back and forth, seeing who had the best moves. I usually did because I was taller than he was. After about 30 minutes of playing around, Brendon spoke up.

“Do you wanna maybe play a game of 1 on 1?”
“Sure, but I don’t wanna hurt you too bad,” I said jokingly.
“You’re on. We’ll go up to 21. Threes are worth 2, and everything else is worth 1.”

He drew an imaginary three point line with his foot and placed a stick where it should be so we wouldn’t forget.

I beat him the first time, 21 to 11.

“Best out of three,” he declared.
“Let’s do it big boy,” I mocked.

I won again, but only by 1.

“Good game,” he said.
“You too,” I replied.

It was 7:45, and I had to get home. I told him I have to go, and he invited me back to sleep over after I was done eating dinner. I readily agreed and told him I’d be back in an hour.

TO BE CONTINUED…

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PART IV

As I walked into my house, I noticed that my mom already had dinner ready. Steak and mashed potatoes: my favorite. I wolfed down my dinner and asked, “Hey mom, is it okay if I go back to Brendon’s house to sleep over tonight?”

“Sure, I don’t have a problem with it.”
“Thanks mom.”
I packed everything I needed for the night, including my iPod touch. I loved my iPod. It was my most prized possession. Not because I was an audiophile, but because of the internet option it had. I watched some type of porn every night that I had it. Me and Brendon had watched some together before, but we always went our “separate ways” after watching. It was 8:45, and I made my way back to Brendon’s house. I was thinking that everything would be the same as our other sleepovers, but this one would turn out to be different.

His younger sister, Madeline, answered the door. She always liked me (not like that) and hugged me as I came in.

“How’s it goin’?” she asked.
“It’s goin’ great. How ‘bout yourself?”
“Great. Brendon’s upstairs in his room. You can go up if you want.”
“Thanks,” I said.

I would only see Madeline every couple of weeks because of her softball tournaments and games, but every time I saw her, she got more and more attractive for a 7th grader. I had noticed that she was beginning to show some signs of maturity. Her breasts were finally coming in, and she had ditched her training bra about 3 weeks before. She had just recently gotten her braces off, making her more attractive. She had long blond hair that went down to the middle of her back and blue eyes. She was - well I’ll just come out and say it: she was hot. As I walked upstairs, she walked towards the kitchen. I noticed her butt was starting to come around nicely. I smiled as I walked upstairs and made my way to Brendon’s room.

TO BE CONTINUED…