WHEN I'M WITH YOU

WHEN I'M WITH YOU: PART 4

Beep beep...beep beep... My phone alarm went off. I hoped out of bed, I was always an early morning person, always up and dressed before breakfast was served. I went for a shower, soaping up my body before coming back into my room, locking the door and letting the towel round my waist fall to the floor. I stared at myself, light skin, sandy blonde hair and light blue eyes. My cock was hard, it always was when I woke up in the morning, it stood up, around seven inches, the redish pink head peeking out the top of my foreskin, I never touched it though, father said wanking made you go blind and it was sinful. Being on the school football team kept me healthy, although my love of all things chocolatey had made me slightly larger than I should of been. I wasn't fat though, just instead of being hard and toned I was soft, the very few girlfriends I had said my body was cute and nice to cuddle up too. For a of seventeen I must say I looked atleast three years younger.

Last night I had a very explisit dream. I was naked with a boy, my friend TJ to be exact, kissing in the lockeroom showers, rubbing our dicks together. The dream only lasted about two minutes before I shook myself awake, disgusted with my thoughts. I wasn't gay, because that was wrong. I put it down to all that had been happening lately with my friends and this guy named Eddie who had recently joined our year. They were my bestfriends and so I didn't have a problem with them doing stuff with boys, but father said people like that go to hell and burn, so I didn't want to get involved with it, even if it was 'harmless exsperimenting' as TJ had once called it. I went to my draw and put some pants on, I didn't wear boxers on the days we had football training or sport lessons because when i'm running about I like everything to be secure. I noticed they fitted maybe a little too snugly on my rather large butt, however I didn't have time to change because i'd be late. I got a clean shirt and put it on along with my jumper and school trousers. "Tyler! Breakfast is ready!" My mother called up the stairs. I grabbed my bag, already packed with my football kit, I did it the night before as I was taught to be organised, and ran down the stairs.

I walked into the dining room where my eight year old brother, my father (who was reading a newspaper and sipping tea) and my mum were sitting. I sat down at the table and reached for a slice of toast. "Tyler!" my mum snapped, causing me to drop the slice, "In this house we pray!" I sighed and bowed my head "Dear lord, thank you for providing me with food to eat, clothes to wear and a roof over my head" I muttered before grabbing the slice of toast. I buttered it up and started munching away, in about three minutes I had downed three slices. "Slow down, why are you eating so fast kid?" my father questioned. "I said i'd meet TJ before school to help him out with this science homework we got" I replied. My mom sighed and my dad put down his mug and looked at me, I soon realised I shouldn't of said that. "By help him, you mean let him copy your answers don't you, sweetheart I really don't think it's a good idea, you hanging round with that boy" my mother said, she was trying to be kind but it still angered me.
"Why not!" I yelled.
"Keep your voice down son. We simply think that you shouldn't be hanging round with people like that. The wild parties, the drinking and whatever else that boy does each weekend is not the key to being a good student. I just don't want you to end up like him. With an attitude like his that boy is going to turn out to be a failure and everyone knows it" my dad said coldly.

Their dislike for TJ had started when we were fifteen. I'd had alcohol before, but only something like a glass of wine at christmas or on new years. TJ's parents went away a lot, but this was the first time he descided to throw a . This was also the first time I had been introduced to vodka and many different types of beer. Even though I didn't really like the taste I loved the warm tingly feeling alcohol gave me and I was desperate to fit in with the party crowd TJ hung round with. I came home that night extremely , and was sick for three days. Even though I had barely seen TJ that night as he was busying himself with many girls at the party my parents still blamed him for the condition of their, as they put it, little boy. I often had to lie and say I was sleeping round Kai or Dan's house when attending one of TJ's parties, my parents didn't know Kai and Dan went to these parties and got drunk, they only knew of their good grades. Sometimes I wish TJ had made a better first impression with my parents, things would be easier.