I had never needed much sleep to the annoyance of my parents. Five hours was the maximum and I usually got by on three. As bad as it was for my parents, it was great for me because of my two public passions, soccer and video games. When the sun was up I was a jock and at night a gamer. It worked out. My secret passion was boys and that wasn't working so well.

Ever since I turned 13 my hormones had gone wild. It seemed my criteria to be attracted to someone had sunk to being around my age. It was embarrassing, but in the way gave me an idea. I heard about software that would allow you to make a game and I thought why not make a game where you play as a kid trying to get a boyfriend? I was thinking like an RPG that might take place at a boarding school or something.

When I started poking around I found a few games that had a sort of a similar idea but none of them ever seem to be finished. That was until I came across Shota Fighter. On the surface, it was a simple 2-D fighter with all the characters being young boys in the anime style. However, it was actually a pretty decently balanced fighting game. Each character had strengths and each character had their weaknesses. Someone put a lot of effort into it, and once I found it I kind of forgot about making my own game.

The graphics were not on par with Street Fighter, but the drawings were a lot better than anything I could do. All characters were named after their appearance. I was currently playing Fishing Boy. He had a straw hat with one suspender going down his bare chest to his short denim shorts and that was all he was wearing. Instead of punching he used his fishing pole to strike from a distance with the lure. His special attack also involved his fishing rod, which he would use to wrap the opponent up and bring them in close for a kick. On the downside, his blocking required him to remove his hat, which made him slow. Definitely a long-range fighter.

My opponent was Schoolboy. He was dressed like a Japanese schoolboy with a blue jacket and short shorts. He was fast, and instead of kicking or punching, he used is backpack to hit his opponent. He had a weaker long-range attack where he threw a paper airplane. His special attack was Homework, which involved dropping a huge bunch of papers on his opponent, momentarily stunning them. With the right person playing him he would've had the advantage since Fishing Boy could only kick once you got past the tip of his rod, but whoever I was playing must have been a newbie.

I ordered Fishing Boy to roll away just in time to avoid Homework and struck out with the rod. Schoolboy went flying backwards and didn't getting up. A full body image of Fishing Boy with his thumb up and rod slung over his shoulder filled the screen with the word victory over his head. A clock started to countdown asking if I wanted a rematch, which I ignored. Instead, I studied the image of my character. He was a redhead and I really didn't know any redheads. It made me feel better about reaching for the toilet paper my mom gave me instead of tissues.

Fishing out my dick, I began to stroke it as I stared at the image. It was a lot more detailed than when he was fighting. I could see right down to his toenails. I imagined a spot nearby, a stream that had a little island in the middle of it. My friends and I would take a running leap jump onto the island and then jump to other side, but today I imagined Fishing Boy there on that little island.

He turned and smiled at me. I jumped over onto the island and said, "Hi."

He said, "Hi" with a deep southern accent.

Then we were hugging and kissing. The boy's rod fell from his hands as we embraced. He was a little shorter than me, but that made him fit just right as my arms wrapped around him, pulling him close. Our kissing knocked his hat off as the smell of sweat and the outdoors filled my nostrils. I moved from his lips to his neck, feeling his warm skin. I sucked right where shoulder and neck joined causing him to moan. I began kissing up his throat, feeling his breath quicken as I recaptured his lips.

He pushed against me. I could feel his hard shaft pushing against my thigh. My hands move down his back, feeling his smooth skin gliding under my fingertips. There was muscle underneath there. I could feel them tense and relax under my fingers. Then I felt his denim shorts and my fingertips slipped underneath and found he wasn't wearing any underwear.

I began pushing his shorts down and his arms tightened around me. He stood on his tip toes and squeezed his thighs together to help me. There was a second of resistance, but then they fell down his thin legs and I gave both of his butt cheeks a squeeze.

He laughed and his arms pushed mine away. Placing a hand on my chest, he walked around me slowly, letting me eye him up and down. His skin had a tan that really wasn't noticeable until I looked down at his white butt. With one arm wrapped around me, I placed my hand over his as he pushed against my back. His other hand crept up and undid my pants, pulling them down. Then he let go allowing me to turn around.

The boy had taken two steps back and was now standing with his hands behind his back, eyes cast downwards with a sly smile across his face. His 3 inch erection was pointing towards his belly button.

Stepping forward, I kissed him again. By some inaudible signal we slowly descended to the ground. When we were both on our knees he broke the kiss and rolled onto his back, pushing his butt into the air and weaving his arms between his legs. I reached up and stroked his cheek, letting my hand slowly wander down his neck, brushing over one nipple before it came to rest on his crotch. My thumb caressed his shaft before heading to his rear, spreading his butt cheeks.

His hole was small but my girth was not substantial. Guiding the tip of my shaft to his entrance caused it to constrict. With my free hand I slowly rubbed his crotch, relaxing him. Pushing into him was a little hard at first, as I met a ring of resistance, but together we overcame that and soon I was buried in his butt my cock surrounded by hot ass.

My hands replaced his own, keeping his legs slightly separated and feet in the air. His arms were now casually resting above his head, his cheeks flushed. I slowly rocked back and forth, moving little at first but making every stroke a little longer. I gritted my teeth and he let out a moan of pleasure. Then I felt him tense as his passage squeezed around my member, pushing it over the edge and allowing me to shoot my load inside of him.

Then I was back in my room, my warm cum shooting into the air and landing back on my hand. My orgasm wracked through my body, tightening every muscle before releasing them in a euphoric rush. I felt a second load slowly dribble out once I leaned back in the chair, trying to catch my breath. After a minute I raised my hand and looked at the milky white substance before starting to clean up.