Chapter 10

Meeting Each Other For The First Time

No details on the adventures of Matt and Duane?  No stories of Casey’s jerk-off sessions?  What the hell did they do for the next few years?  Oh you know, kid stuff.  Haha!  We’re skipping ahead because there are plenty more hot stories to be told, but it’s now time for our main characters to meet and for the story to really get cooking.

Duane moved away right after junior high ended.  It was pretty hard on Matt, as they had formed a pretty great friendship and discovered a lot of new things together.  Duane begged his parents not to move, but it was impossible to prevent it.  Matt and Duane barely said goodbye because it was so difficult.  Who helped Matt out during it all were his other friends, the toilets.

Matt did quite a bit of flushing over the past few years, and he learned to truly hear the voices that were speaking to him.  They were the toilets speaking to him, but he couldn’t figure out who the voice was quite yet.  All he knew was that it was cute and sexy.  The toilets informed him that he would soon be meeting the person that he would be with forever.  Someone who also shared the interest and passion for toilets, but who had not experienced what Matt had experienced with them.  This was a person that was his match, his perfect match, and it had been pre-arranged, in a way.

Casey spent more time studying and being more of a geek than anything.  He never got laid like Matt did, but he played with himself plenty.  He had a few friends, and was seriously into theatre and drama stuff at school.  And he fantasized about hot boys, especially like the one he would soon be meeting: Matt.

And now………we continue!

So this year I had started at Sandstone, our high school in the area.  I finally felt like I was making some progress and getting somewhere!  There weren’t many programs for smarter kids like myself, so I kinda had to just stay with the same set of students and didn’t really advance much.  Matt, on the other hand, who was just a pretty regular kid at that age, fit in quite perfectly.

And speaking of Matt, we met during this year of school……freshman year.  Well, we actually didn’t ‘meet’ until a bit later in the year, but let’s just say that I kept my eye on him for a while!

It was pretty much a no-brainer that I would have the same friends in high school as I did in junior high, since the junior high kids were all sent to the same high school, unless their parents sent them off to private school or something.  My two good friends at the time, Ben and Eric, definitely were going to Sandstone and it was great to have them around.  We ran into each other during class registration and figured out we would have a few classes together.  After registration, we went back to my house and played video games for the rest of the day.  It sucked that summer vacation was coming to an end, but a whole new adventure was upon us: high school!

I felt that the start of high school would get me going in the right direction.  Namely, what I was going to do when I grew up.  I still couldn’t decide.  I was pretty talented in a lot of areas, but just couldn’t figure anything out on what to do.  Granted, many kids my age still had no clue what they would do…..and didn’t either.  So I guess I was ahead of the game, as usual.  Little did I know that meeting Matt would change my life so dramatically, that my whole life plan would be just slide into place!

And so, high school began and it was nearly the same as junior high.  Different classes, lots of new faces, new environment and a bit more freedom.  We could leave campus if we wanted to for lunch or stay on campus and pick from like a billion different food vendors.  These were the first days of on-campus food vendors, and it was like sponsor madness.  Everything under the sun was there: pizza, tacos, Italian food, pretzels, snacks, salads, burgers, gourmet food, greek food, the list went on and on!  And we could use our school ID card as a payment card, also new at the time.  Pretty cool!

By the time high school was rolling around, I was totally ready for it.  I knew this was the year that I was supposed to meet my boyfriend and life-partner, the toilets had been filling me in on various details of that over the years.  And speaking of toilets, I guess I could really call myself a toilet expert by this time.  I don’t think there was a model or brand of toilet that I had gotten to ride down yet.  I had so much fun flushing and trying new ways to go down and seeing how fast I would get shrunk and stuff, it was the best thing to do in my spare time!  One of the most fun things was playing hide-and-go-seek with my friends.  If there was a restroom nearby to where we were playing, I would just quickly disappear, flush down and they would be searching forever!  I would eventually re-appear later and they’d be all mad since they lost the game.  I could only do that so many times since eventually they’d start asking questions that I didn’t want to answer.

The toilet flushing thing was really great, but I had to be careful sometimes.  It wasn’t a ‘normal’ thing to do and thus I couldn’t just go telling everybody about it.  It was a secret between me and all toilets, but it wouldn’t be for long.  When I was pretty young, just after my first trip down my Cadet in my bedroom, the toilets told me that I would eventually find a life-partner who also loved toilets just as much as I did.  But they wouldn’t tell me anything else.  Years later, they started telling me more bits and pieces of the story.  And now, I essentially knew that I would run into another boy in freshman year high school, and it would be the look in his eyes that would tell me it was him.

My extreme swimming skills and sleek swimmer’s body, of course, helped me out in toilet flushing.  I would try all kinds of techniques to see just how powerful toilets were.  Because normally, anything being flushed down a toilet doesn’t ‘fight back’.  But I could, if I wanted to.  It was fun to slow down the flush to the very last moment by swimming against the toilet’s flow, and then finally getting sucked down followed by an erotic gurgle.  There was a period of time where I did that nearly all the time when I was going down.  It would get me so hot and bothered that I would lose it just as I would quit swimming… with me, the water and the squirting cum getting sucked down the toilet’s throat.  Pretty fuckin’ hot!

By this age, I was on top of my game, swimming-wise.  It was useless for anyone to contest me, since I was faster than anyone else in my age group in the whole state.  The toilet ‘training’ exercises definitely helped!  I was so excited to be part of the high school swim team.  And trust me, they were excited to have me on the team!

In our alternate universe, if you were a professional swimmer or diver, it usually meant you were bi or gay.  There were pretty few straight guys on the swim team.  Only one, that I remember from junior high swimming.  From what I heard, the high school team was pretty much gay-only.  I can only imagine what the get-togethers would be like after swim practices and competitions.  Several of the guys would get together, mostly the oldest ones, after our swim practices and stuff and several of these get-togethers would turn naked pretty quickly.  I’m sure you can imagine what would happen after that.  Hmm, a bunch of horny, cute, hairless gay swimmer boys who are all wound up after a swim session, time to release some energy and relax!  Thank goodness there were no STDs that one could catch in our alternate universe!  And, of course, I had always been there with Duane and so we got to have our hot fun together and with the other guys too.

There was going to be an assembly this morning.  It was the “let’s get ready for a great school year” type thing where they got everybody excited and talked about upcoming events and showed off all the new sports teams and such.  I looked forward to seeing who was on our swim team.

We were sent out to the stadium and everybody got into the bleachers, I would have liked to sit more exactly in the middle, but we had to stay with our class.  We were just off center, to the right of center from what I remember.  Mr. Bizzo, the Principal, got up to say a few words and then handed the assembly over to the student council and they started talking about all the upcoming events.  Finally, it seemed, after ten years, they started introducing the sports teams and asking for support at their games and such.  Of course, the only team that got to really show off their ‘true colors’ was the swim team.  They would have to be dressed ‘in uniform’, right?

As they started to announce the entrance of the swim team, I shuddered.  Very much like I would do when thinking about toilets, or watching one flush or touching one.  I also got a weird sensation in my mind, also very much like when felt I was going to encounter a favorite type of toilet that I liked to flush.  This was very strange.

And here they came, running down the track and eventually lining up in a row.  All eight of them.  They had some sort of team robes on or something.  You could see their feet and the bottom of their legs and the ends of their arms, but everything else was covered up.  I was like “damn it!”  Then their coach came up, and started announcing each of their names after talking a bit about the team’s past accomplishments and such.  He also mentioned that they had a new team member this year, someone that was the best in the state for his age.  He was also a freshman and had apparently come from the same junior high as I attended.  As I had not paid much attention to sports, I really didn’t know who this was.  From my view from the bleachers, I could tell that they were all pretty cute, but I just couldn’t see much more than that.

Like I said, the society in our universe was much more liberal than in yours.  As the coach started announcing their names, I decided that I really liked this assembly.  Each team member disrobed himself as his name was called, almost performing a strip show for the audience.  The swim team was hot, they were beautiful.  They had gorgeous bodies that had been sculpted as much for their age as possible.  They probably didn’t have to work out if they didn’t want to, swimming would eventually build them up to what they were, standing in front of everyone.  And they were standing, in only their tight little team Speedo racing suits.  Those were designed to ‘streamline’ the body through the water.  I don’t know about the water so much, but it definitely streamlined my vision right to their crotches!

Their Speedo suits were all dark blue, with exception of the boy at the end.  The new one.  His must have been designated as the newcomer, because his was a brighter blue, and richer in color.  His name, as the coach had announced it, was Matt Sanders.  And he was perfect.  Short blonde hair, cute face, and a long, tanned slender body.  Perfect for swimming, or other horizontal activities.  As I looked at him, my dick awakened in my shorts.  I tried to say to it, “down, boy!”  But nonetheless, it went fully hard.  “Oh well, I’m sure the rest of the gay boys have total hard-ons by now”, I thought.

They were all looking around at us in the bleachers.  I can imagine it’s not easy standing there in only a Speedo in front of the whole school, but they were cool with themselves and that’s why they’re on the team.  Plus, it was a fact that the whole team was gay.  Swimming, gayness and boys seemed to all go hand-in-hand for whatever reason.  The cute one on the end, the newbie, turned his head in my direction.  I shuddered.  My dick jumped.  I stared back at him.  From what I could see, he stared back at me.  Or sort of.

The crowd cheered as, one by one, we each took off our robes.  Just leaving our smooth skin naked for all to see, with our tiny Speedos covering us up so it would all be legal.  I loved the attention, I was on the swim team and now I would have a real fan base.  Junior high kids didn’t care for anything but the ‘standard sports’, you know, basketball, football, baseball, etc.  But high schoolers were more interested in all the various sports.  So it would be great to have that support.

This was such a hot moment, we all really had to make sure that we didn’t get hard-ons in front of the entire school.  Now, that would have been embarrassing!  The other guys on the team were scanning the crowd, and I was doing the same.  I let my eyes glance around and then I stopped on one section of the crowd and turned my head that same direction.  At that very moment, I shuddered very gently and got a weird vibe.  It was a vibe I only got when I was interacting with toilets, or about to encounter one that I knew I would like.  Very strange.  As I looked into that area of the crowd, my eyes settled onto a boy who was also looking back in my direction.  Since he was so far away, I couldn’t tell anymore than that.  He seemed cute though, from what I could see.

We ended our little display by holding each other’s hands and bowing for the audience.  It would have been cooler if we could have like dove into a pool or something and disappear, but that wouldn’t have fit the budget for this assembly!

The assembly had lasted all morning, amazingly.  All the sports teams lined up near the entrance to the stadium so that we could meet them if we wanted to.  It was now lunch time, so we didn’t have to stay with our classes anymore.  My mind immediately became a one-track, one-idea mind.  I was going to go say hello to Matt.

I had been more shy in previous years of my life, but these days I was mostly over that.  And I certainly wasn’t going to be shy in front of this new boy on the swim team.  Someone that I really wanted to get to know, for all kinds of reasons I couldn’t even begin to imagine.

I made sure I was near the end of ‘the pack’ of kids leaving the stadium, so I might have more time to talk to Matt.  It would probably last like 5 seconds, but it would be the best 5 seconds of my life.  As I approached the team, Matt was closest to me.  I casually approached him.  My heart began beating like it was trying to win a race of some kind.

“Is that the boy from the bleachers?” I thought.  I couldn’t really tell, because I had only seen him from so far away.  But his clothes seemed to match and his cuteness was still there.  He was near the end of the line of kids leaving the stadium.  I noticed he was actually making his way over to us.  To me.

“Hi,” I said.  “Sounds like you have quite a swimming record, I’m only sorry I haven’t been following it.”  That was totally out of character.  Who was I, some kind of movie actor?  Did I sound desparate?  I think my dick was, ‘cause it was hard again.  How could it not be?  With Matt standing in front of me and having the most beautiful body I’d ever seen.  Up close, he was tight and toned, and there was a fairly large bulge in his Speedo.  I was just melting at the fact that he had such smooth, tan skin.  Not a single hair was on this boy, well, below the neck anyways!  I didn’t want to stare and be rude, so I just looked him in the face.  I really just wanted to pick him up and run away to some tropical island and make love for the rest of our lives.  But I came back to reality.

I didn’t care if this wasn’t the same boy from the bleachers, he was incredibly cute and had actually come up and said something meaningful to me!  Everyone else was like “Good luck this season!”  “Nice ass!”  “Can I have your number?”  I replied back to the boy, “Thanks, it seems to come naturally for me.  You should totally come to our swim meets this season.”

“I plan on being at every one of them.”  I am completely out of my mind at this point.

“Great, I love having dedicated fans for both me and the team,” I said.  “Are you a freshman too?”

“Yeah, I’m in the same boat.  Did you go to Granite?”

“Yes I did…..I’m amazed we haven’t run into each other before,” I said.  And, as he replied…….  No.  Did he just, um, shudder?

“Fate, it seems has a funny way of deciding what things happen and when,” I said.  As I said the word ‘fate’, I shuddered.  I hated when it happened to me in public, because I couldn’t always explain it.  It wasn’t cold out, I wasn’t sick, it was abnormal!  But I did definitely shudder, and I got another weird toilet vibe.  This was really bizarre.

“Yeah, it really does doesn’t it?  Well, you should really come to our meets, it would be great to have you there.  By the way, I’m Matt.”  Why was he eyeing me so deeply?  It seemed like his eyes were searching mine for some kind of answers.  I didn’t mind, because I got to stare at his cute face.  Occasionally, his eyes would wander for a second, scanning down my chest to my crotch and then to my feet.  I knew he at least had to be gay.  Straight guys don’t do that.  But, could he be……..?

“I know.”  I smiled.

“Oh yeah, they announced all of our names.”  I smiled back.  He was so cute!  I just wanted to kiss him, but that would have been a bit out of place, even in our liberal alternate universe.

“I’m Casey.”

Cute name.  He’s sooooooo cute!  “It’s really great to meet you Casey.”  I put my hand out toward him.

“It’s really great to meet you Matt.”  This was the first time our hands would touch.  I was really getting a weird vibe right then.  I put my hand out, linking up our two arms in a palm-embrace.  He had a strong handshake.  I just wanted to melt right there and wrap myself around him.  He was so perfect and cute and hot and nice and………total boyfriend material!  His smile turned to a look of curiosity as he felt my shudder.  Damn it!  I shuddered and I was trying to avoid it!  The shudder transmitted itself through the handshake and it went right up his arm and he shuddered ever so slightly as an ‘aftershock’.

He had smaller hands than I, and his handshake wasn’t as strong as mine, but then again, not many people’s were.  He shuddered again, but he couldn’t hide it this time.  I got a weird vibe again just like I had when we were in front of the whole school.  My body also reacted to his shudder and just ever-so-slightly shuddered as well.  A thought came into my mind.  It was the toilets talking to me.  “Do you know who this is?”  “I thought maybe?”  “No.  This is he.  This is The One.  Be yourself, but be careful, he’s going to fall for you very, very quickly.”  After I ‘read’ that thought, I had to maintain my composure in front of this cute boy.  My knees had almost gone weak at the words “The One” and I almost broke out crying.  This all happened in a millisecond.  And then, to make things even crazier, a giant bolt of energy and happiness overcame my whole body.  But, I didn’t shudder (save embarrassment) and the electricity subsided and simply mildly shocked Casey, who was still holding my hand.  I hadn’t let on via facial expressions about what I was experiencing.  There was no real way to communicate it in a normal fashion anyways.  The whole handshake incident only lasted like two seconds.

I pulled back my hand instinctively after feeling the shock, “You definitely have a lot of swimming energy there!”  Matt looked embarrassed.

“Yeah, crazy, I don’t know where that came from.   Well hey, we’ve got to get to lunch and stuff.  So I’ll see you Saturday, right?”

“Saturday?”

“At our first meet, silly.”

“Oh yeah, of course.  I am socially inept sometimes and can’t think straight.”  I started to move away from him.

“Haha, no worries!  9am Saturday, at the pool.”  I got to see his backside.  Not jeans, but he seemed to have a cute butt from what I could see.

“See ya then!” I turned away as I start to walk out of the stadium.  When I turned back, I could tell that he was looking at my butt.  So, I stared at his Speedo.  I could have swore that the bulge was bigger.  I looked back up at him, smiled and waved.  Hmm, was I being obvious?  Yep!

I couldn’t wait to get to know Matt.  I really liked him so far.  OK, a bunch of it was lust, but isn’t that how most relationships start?

I had to have a moment without my teammates, without anyone.  I excused myself from the team as I put my robe back on.  I headed quickly to the stadium restrooms.  I went inside, walked into a stall and prepared myself.  Just for a moment, I needed to be home with my toilet.  I had learned a new trick of manipulating time through toilet flushing, yet another ability I had through the toilets.  Something else that only the toilets made possible. 

I lifted the seat, sat down on the front of the bowl and lifted my feet up and over into the bowl.  I pushed them down into the toilet’s mouth.  This was a wonderful elongated Cadet, so I was pretty comfortable doing the time-manip thing here.  Watching my feet shrink down, I pushed my legs a bit farther into the mouth and closed my eyes.  “Concentrate,” I told myself.  “Flush me, time-hold to the Origin.” I recited in my mind.  My dick went ultra-hard as I reached out my left hand to the flush lever on the tank.  I pushed down.  My muscles tensed.  My whole body went numb.  The water jets hit my legs.  The bowl was full.  Suction started.  I felt forward movement.  My butt slipped off the rim.  And I was gone.

All my senses returned and I opened my eyes.  I had been splashed into a toilet bowl.  It was the Origin.  My toilet in my bedroom at home.  It was where I had started my flushing adventures, and it was where I liked to talk to the toilets, from inside the bowl.

“You know, I am feeling all the emotions from Duane leaving all over again.  I had dealt with it easier knowing that there would be my boy that I would be meeting someday.  But that just totally caught me off-guard.”  I stared at my toilet’s mouth.

“We know it’s not the easiest, but there isn’t a way around it.  But remember this: Casey wants to be with you really, really badly.  But he has no idea about us or your connection to us.  When he figures that out, he’s gonna go overboard and he’ll stop at nothing to be with you.  Nothing.”

“Is that some kind of warning?”

“No, there’s no danger in it to him or you.  We just want you to know how persistent he will be.  You can’t act dumb like you originally were with Duane, because that would break Casey’s heart.  He will demand answers from you and you can’t string him along.”

“But also, you can’t screw this up either.  It is meant to happen, all of it.  And it is going to be more incredible than either of you can imagine.”

“So we will be together then?”

“Yes.  It will truly blossom as most other things do, in the Spring.”

“Damn, I have to wait that long?”

“Oh, trust us, it’ll be here before you know it.  And along the way, you two will have plenty of fun.”

“So what happens in the Spring?”

“His dreams come true.”

I couldn’t wait to find out what that meant.