Corey and Noah : Part 1

It was indeed difficult…Corey Matheson knew this all too well.
He just didn’t understand why things had to be like that. In fact, Corey almost felt as if he would soon reach the point which led him to crumble completely.
He jumped slightly as a shout erupted from the floor below.
“WHY WOULD YOU EVEN SAY THAT?”

Corey knew this yell better than he would care to admit for he had heard his father shout out in that way for the past fourteen years.
“OH, I HATE YOU!”
His mother’s shout was much less familiar however even from such a distance, the sloshy; drunkenness could not be mistaken from behind her voice.
“WHAT ABOUT COREY THEN, HUH?”
“YEH WHAT ABOUT THE LITTLE BASTERED?”
“MIKE, HE CAN HEAR US!”
“WHO GIVES A SHIT, YOU’VE MADE SURE THAT HE’S HEARD IT ENOUGH AS IN EVERY NIGHT.”

Corey dropped to the floor, his hands covering his small ears so as to cut the sound he so despised from the air. Despite the silence however, the damage had been done.
As Corey began heaving rather heavy breaths, he was reminded once again of this sensation, one that he had felt all his life as he did exactly what he was doing at that moment.
Yes there it was. Corey could in no way help the tears which ran down his face, coming to rest on his trembling lips.
“Please,” he whispered to himself, “Please stop it…please.”

* * *

The lawns of Jesmond High School were near covered in bindii grass, as the summer reigned. Yet, the greatest threat was that they would soon be forced to retreat to a state of disappearance as summer came to autumn, quickly to be followed by winter.
It was of course the natural process of things. As January came to a close, the new school year was to begin.
Already at this point, boys and girls aged between five and eighteen were collecting books, pens, bags and lunchboxes, ready for the new year to begin.
Corey of course was no different.

Still, Corey couldn’t help but noticing that this year harboured a great deal more in terms of nerves and what could only be described as fear and the reason being that Corey was to begin a new school for year eight. Corey still remembered vividly what he had felt when his mother had told him that his father had applied to transfer to another supermarket for work. In fact, what Corey felt was excitement. Perhaps this new school would bring greater opportunities to him.
“Well,” he thought, “Things really couldn’t get much worse than they were.”

As Corey approached his new school, his hopes to beat the experiences of his old school built to breaking point.
The first thing he noticed was that it was huge. There were at least twice the number of classrooms as there had been at his old school. Due to this, Corey found it extremely difficult to make his way around, despite how hard he tried…
“Lets see.” He muttered to himself, stopping in a narrow hallway, throwing his heavy bag down and roughly pulling his timetable from the pocket of his shorts, “English first in room, uh, B2.06…what does that even mean?”

As Corey continued to stare blankly at his timetable with no sense at all rolling off of it,
he found someone running straight into him.

Passing the seconds of confusion in which Corey found it difficult not to fall over, he looked up and saw who had ran into him.
It was a boy of around his age. The boy had in his hand a rugby ball which he looked as if he had just caught.
“Sorry.” The boy muttered as he turned and threw the ball back to another boy which stood at the end of the hall.

The boy caught the ball and ran off at top speed.
“Get the fuck back here!” the un-known boy shouted, “Ah stuff it, I’m not gunna chase him.”

There was a moment in which the boy turned around and looked at Corey. Surprisingly (for Corey’s first impression was that this was a boy that he would not like), the boy smiled warmly.
“Are you new here?” he asked.
“Yeh.” Corey responded nervously.
“Cool, I’ll probably be the first person to greet you then right? I’m Noah.”
“You’d be right.” Corey said happily, taking Noahs offered hand, “I’m Corey.”
“Awesome, so where are you from then?”
“Umm, Hunter River.” Corey said softly doubting that any person would respond positively to the idea that he had come from what may be the worst school in the state; Hunter River High.
“Oh yeh, my cousin goes there. Guess you were glad to get out then?”
“Yeh.”

Corey was shocked at best at this boys, Noah’s, attitude towards him for no one had ever spoken to him like that before…like he was actually real, like he had feelings…
“So are you having trouble getting to class?”
“Yes actually.” Corey said, a little relieved, “These timetables are impossible to read.”
“Yeh true ay.”

Noah proceeded to stand next to Corey and take a look at the timetable in his hand.
“Yeh see.” Said Noah, pointing at the number that so confused Corey, “That’s ‘B’ there so it’s B-Block and that two means floor number two and the six mean classroom number six.”
“Okay.” Was Corey’s uncertain answer, “Umm, where’s that?”
Noah laughed lightly.
“Don’t worry man, that’s my class, come on, you can come with me.”

Corey grabbed his bag and, swinging it over his shoulder, pursued Noah up the hallway then right into the courtyard.
“That’s the canteen down there, and there, that’s the library, and that-”
As Noah spoke and offered directions and numerous amounts of advice, Corey couldn’t help but be lost in the abnormity of the situation.
Someone was actually talking to him…HIM! It was something that was simply unheard of at his old school. No one would have talked to Corey Matheson little own someone as cool as Noah.
“-And this is it.” Noah said, “Just uh, hand on a sec. You can go in but I need to go to the toilet.”
Corey looked after Noah and tried not to feel to let down as he opened the door by himself.

As usual when a new student entered the mists of the classroom, every single student saw fit to stare. Corey tried desperately not to meet any judgmental eyes as he headed towards the teacher’s desk.
After the teacher had introduced Corey to the disinterested class and he had been assigned a seat (notably next to nobody), the door of the classroom opened once more and Noah stepped inside.
“You’re late Mr. Girdell.” Mr. Whitton said in a way which was so stereotypical for a teacher.
Noah seemed to ignore the teacher and instead trudged towards a table which was full of surly footballers.

Corey stared in confusion. What was Noah doing? Surely he wasn’t like those boys. Those were the type of boys who had made Corey’s life completely miserable whilst he was at his old school. There could be no denying it though. Noah had sat and laughed in a way that was almost bragging in his success to annoy the teacher as he entered. He then swore quite a bit and proceeded to act like the ruler of the school in every way.

Corey looked down and pondered on this for a while. It was nothing short of depressing, that much was sure, surer still was the fact that Corey had to lift his head up just to look at Noah once more. It was now that he noticed that Noah’s eyes were green and seemed to sparkle. In fact, Noah’s face was one of the most handsome he had ever seen…
“Corey?”
Corey jumped as he heard his name so abruptly.

Looking towards the front of the room, he saw Mr. Whitton looking at him as well as twenty five other pairs of eyes.
Mr. Whitton held an amused smile across his face, one which Corey valiantly returned.
“Could you repeat the question please?”
Corey blushed with embarrassment and said the first thing that came to mind, “Obviously not if you’re asking me.”

The whole class sniggered.
Corey glanced at Noah and his heart sank as he saw Noah doing much the same thing as the rest of the class.

* * *

Perhaps Corey was wrong about the new high school being a new opportunity for it took no time for him to realise that he was in fact quite alone once again. All manner of students from girls to boys seemed to ignore Corey completely as he moved around the school over the next few weeks.

It was some time later that Corey sat at lunch time, alone, and depressingly pulled out a book so as to avoid the looks and sometimes taunts of the student. It was whilst doing this however that something strange happened.
His time reading was fully interrupted when he looked up and saw Noah approaching.
“Can I sit down?” he asked in a quiet voice.
“Yeh.” Corey said back, equally as quiet.

He sat and Corey glanced at him. He was perfect, truly perfect…from his blond hair to his thighs stretching right up to the hem of his shorts.
“It was really cool, speaking the way you did to Mr. Whitton the other day.” Noah blurted out suddenly.
Corey had the impression that Noah had rehearsed this line many times.
“Thanks.” he answered.

Noah began to talk again and as he did, Corey was instantly reminded of the rather sweet boy that had bumped into him a few weeks prior rather than the surly, immature kid that he had since seen. In fact, the two boys found themselves sitting and talked for the rest of lunch about where they lived and what they liked to do on the weekends and similar things of that nature.
When the bell signalled, Noah stood up first.
“All right, I’ll see you.”
As Noah walked away, Corey was left feeling crestfallen.

They were both in the same class after all and they could have walked there together but…no, obviously not.
When Corey reached the classroom, he saw that Noah was standing around with his usual friends. And now Corey understood why Noah had run away from him and why he had supposably gone to the bathroom on the first day they met. It was because the people who Noah hung around with were the same people who had bullied Corey and in fact, many others as well. And there he was, standing with them and laughing and acting nothing short of childish once more.
Was Noah embarrassed to be seen talking to Corey?

Corey sighed. If Noah wanted a friendship with Corey then he would have to pick either one or the other and somehow, Corey didn’t really think that Noah would choose him over his friends.

* * *

The door slammed shut, announcing Corey’s return home. As he did so, Corey proceeded to cross into the hallway and up the stairs, towards his bedroom.
It would be foolish for Corey to expect one of his parents to greet him. They used to yet they stopped in Corey’s fourth year of schooling when he was ten. They mustn’t have seen fit to worry about their son much and this was evident considering that no one was in the house to greet Corey.

Corey slumped onto his bed and lay thinking for a while and after what seemed to be an hour, decided that it was best to attempt to get the one thing out of his mind and pick up a book. However, today the book was not as enjoyable as it might have been.
There was only one thing that Corey could think of and that was the sports lesson of that day in which he had seen Noah in his short, footy shorts while the boys had all played shirts against skins soccer in which Noah was on the shirtless team.
The sight, as he remembered, was pleasuring and even now gave Corey a pleasing feeling that ensured that something of a tent formation was produced in his shorts.

Corey turned onto his back and looked down at his throbbing penis. He knew the sight all too well for innumerable amount of times did Corey find himself reaching under the waistband of his school, play or even formal shorts and give himself the feeling that he so desired.
Today was no different. He reached down and began to rub his hand across his knob in a circular motion. Pulling the shorts down to his knees, Corey sped up the process before switching styles and beginning to run his enclosed hand over the shaft of his dick, speeding up each time his hand moved up to bring his foreskin over the tip of his exposed knob and back down again.

All the while, Corey could see vividly through his minds-eye, Noah standing before him. Noah’s sweaty hair and chest were fast in motion as Noah moved forward and back to keep up with the motions of his hand which ran over his huge, juicy and sweet dick. Noah moaned as Corey did and Corey knew that Noah was reaching his climax as well. And then, Noah reached his desired point and spurted cum everywhere just as Corey cried out loudly and shot a particularly large amount of giz right up to his nipples.

Playing with his scares, sweaty pubs and balls, Corey opened his eyes yet his thoughts didn’t leave that one boy.