The Other Side of Midnight 1

The Other Side of Midnight – Chapter 1

By Patrik Razmuzzen

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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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