Open Hearts

This is my first real attempt at a story and I hope you guys enjoy it. This is a story about friendship, discovery, and love. Our Protagonist for this story is Keaton; a 13 year old boy who is beginning his new life in unfamiliar territory. 

Part 1:

All summer long I've been doing odd jobs around my neighborhood to save money. Mowing lawns, walking dogs, painting houses, really anything I could find. After all my hard work I had saved up about 250 dollars. For a 13 year old that is pretty big and I was excited to finally spend it. I wanted a new IPhone but my parents wanted me to work for it. After putting up my 250 dollars they agreed to pay the rest. We were a pretty well off family I guess. We weren't rich and we didn't live in a mansion but we were comfortable and always had plenty. I had a few weeks left of summer and I was reluctant to go back to school. But at least I'll be going into 8th grade and I wouldn't be viewed as a baby in that school anymore. This year was my year to be top dog, or so I thought.

I thanked Mrs. Wilson for the money and began to walk home. I lifted my shirt up to wipe the sweat from my forehead. It was in the high 80's and very humid out today. Which is pretty typical weather here in Florida. Today was my last day of working and the day I went to buy my new phone so I was visibly excited and whistled a tune as I made my way home. It took a lot of restraint to not start skipping down the sidewalk. The hot sun was the only factor that made me decide against it.

As I entered my house and felt the touch of cool air conditioning surround my sweaty teen body I gave an audible sigh of pleasure and relief. I quickly bounded up the stairs and headed into my room to take a quick shower. My room has an adjoining bathroom so I stripped naked and walked into my bathroom to start the warm water. While I waited I took a look in the mirror to admire my body momentarily.

My brown hair was rustled and disheveled after working outside in the heat but still looked good in my opinion. I wore it kind of long on top and short on the sides and used gel to style it whenever I wasn't being lazy. I'm not sure what the style is called but my mom seems to think it's "handsome" and I get plenty of looks from the girls at school.

Then there was my eyes, I always thought my eyes were pretty cool to be honest. They were blue-ish green and changed color depending on the amount of light, another attribute of mine that I was proud of.

Then my face, I'm not quite sure how to describe it. I wouldn't say I'm hot because I definitely lack some manly features that some boys have. Everyone always called me a pretty boy because my face was more "pretty" than manly but still boyish in a way that I think made me look somewhat attractive. But I was proud of my looks and I never got any complaints before.

My eyes trailed down to my chest and stomach. I've played soccer for years and even joined a swim team last summer so I guess you could call me an athlete. I wasn't big and I wasn't very muscular but I was slim and toned. My pecs were not broad or profound but still showed signs of definition on my slim body. The same goes for my stomach which is flat and toned but I would really have to tense hard for any signs of a six pack to show. Sometimes I wish I had more muscles but I guess I couldn't complain about what I did have.

As my eyes continued to trail south following my V-line to my pubic area I noticed a few sparse brown hairs growing there. At first I was excited to see that I was growing hair but now I'm just worried that I'm not growing fast enough. I was only 5 foot and I didn't want to get left behind by all the other boys at school. I put that thought in the back of my head as I looked at my soft member in front of the mirror. It wasn't anything special, I'm about 3 inches soft and 4.5 inches hard and not very thick. I was uncircumcised thankfully and had just a slight amount of foreskin covering the bright red head. My balls had started to show signs of maturity as my scrotum hung slightly below my dick now and not tightly against it.

My skin wasn't pale but I wasn't very tan either even though I lived in the sunshine state. Despite playing soccer and swimming a lot, I still prefer to stay inside and draw or listen to music with most of my free time.

After analyzing my body in the mirror I smiled slightly as I came to the conclusion that I was pretty good looking and not ashamed of my looks. I turned my attention to the shower as I jumped in and placed my hands against the tile walls and let the stream of water run down my back. I grabbed the shampoo and began washing my hair, standing back now I let the water stream hit my crotch and the water pressure started to stimulate my now hardening penis. It didn't take much to get me hard and I was already pent up after a hard day's work. "Might as well have a little fun." I thought to myself.

I discovered masturbation about 2 years ago but I really started to get into it recently. I went from jerking it once a week to rubbing one out at least twice a day. After washing my hair I grabbed the body wash and started to lather my body up. I decided to give extra attention to my boner that was growing stiffer with each passing second. With my rod standing at attention I grabbed ahold of myself and slowly stroked it from base to tip, gently peeling back my foreskin and exposing the angry red head. It didn't take long for my body to start tingling and my knees to start swaying. I leaned back against the tile wall and continued my endeavor. My left hand stroking my rod with increasing speed and my right hand exploring the rest of my body. Eventually my right hand found itself poking in between my crack and rubbing against my puckered hole. With one soapy finger I slowly pushed against the entrance and quickly took my finger knuckle deep into my hungrily awaiting boy butt. The stimulation from the actions of both my hands made me let out a loud moan of pleasure.

My body sunk down off the wall and onto the floor of the tub. I felt my hand moving faster almost as if acting on its own accord. I couldn't stop myself in this state and I had no desire to either. I kept up my fast pace and felt my dick start to throb and pulsate in my hand as familiar feelings grew in the pit of my stomach. I was going so fast my loosely hanging balls started to slap against my bare wet skin with every stroke. As my climax neared I couldn't help but push my pleasure further by pushing another finger into my ass and aggressively fingering my young hole with all my might. Only moments later I got that familiar feeling of ecstasy and electricity as my dick exploded with fresh teen juices. The first rope of cum hit my chest followed by the second. The third and fourth just dribbled out of my throbbing member and onto my hand. With each contraction I felt my sphincter and muscles inside my butt close tightly around my fingers, sending waves of pleasure throughout my body. After the high of my orgasm subsided I laid there in the tub for a moment as the water hitting my chest washed away all evidence of my previous activity.

I guess you could say I was a horny child. But then again what 13 year old boy isn't?

I soon found the strength to pull myself up and turn the water off. I grabbed a towel and dried myself off, taking special care with my now raw and sensitive penis. After all that I quickly got dressed in some orange American Eagle underwear and basketball shorts. I found a plain red t-shirt and also threw that on before walking downstairs to find something to eat.

Downstairs I found my mother sitting on the couch. I assume she got home from work while I was in the shower. I greeted her and asked her what was for dinner when she quickly replied "I thought you would be too excited about getting your new phone to eat." She said with a smirk.

My eyes grew wide as I realized that my naughty shower time adventure had caused me to forget about why I've been so happy and excited all day long.

I quickly jumped on the couch and grabbed ahold of her arm. In my most desperate, pleading voice I begged her.

"Can we please go now I can get ready real quick I even showered already!"

My mind trailed off to the thought of my shower before quickly coming back down to earth and focusing on the task at hand. I was eager to get my new phone. I know most people might think it's dumb for me to be so excited about a phone. But my parents make me work for everything I want so it means a lot to me.

My mother looked back at me smiling but something seemed off. She quickly said "we can worry about that in a little bit but first, me and your father have some news for you when he gets home from work"

I didn't like the way she said it. Her smile and excitement seemed more like hope than reassurement. I was nervous about the news and couldn't imagine what it would be so I decided to just patiently wait and accept whatever it is, good or bad, because today is a good day and nothing can ruin it.

I was wrong.

Okay guys that is the end of part 1 of our story. Think of it as a prologue or introduction because there is a lot more to come including the introduction of new characters.

Remember you can email me at openhearts1999@gmail.com with any questions, comments or concerns. See you in part 2.