Date: Sat, 16 Aug 2008 23:27:45 +0100
From: jerryfell@hushmail.com
Subject: Boy at the wedding- 11

Geek looked up, still red-faced.  "Er... yeah I do.  Why?"

Sebastian stared at him.

Geek's black plastic, Joe 90, spectacles hid a slender face.  A
dusting of freckles ran from one blushing cheek to the other across
the span of his nose.  The broad lenses magnified his long
eyelashes and the hazel eyes that blinked behind them.

Sebastian caught his breath and puffed out his cheeks.  He had
known Geek since both of them had joined the school when they were
seven.  Geek had always been around but always in the background.
Now, all of a sudden, the boy who blended into the wallpaper was
right in front of him.  Behind the glasses a fresh freckled face.
The slender neck.  The small waist and tight rib-cage.  Sebastian
had seen Geek naked hundreds of times, but now, sitting there bare-
chested in in his pyjama trousers, his feet in a pair of plaid
slippers, a pillow over his lap, Geek seemed somehow more naked
than at any time completely nude in the showers or changing before
Games.

The door to the dorm banged open and a gaggle of boys piled through
into the dormitory.

"Don't worry about it...."

Sebastian pulled off his sweater and shirt and fished his pyjamas
from under his pillow.  The Hoff's head appeared around the curtain.

"You two here already?  Quick hide this."  A big bottle of coke
appeared around the curtain. Then some plastic cups.

Geek grabbed the contraband from Hoff and hid them behind the sofa.
 Sebastian, now naked, pyjamas in hand, turned into the chamber as
Hoff came in and snapped the curtain closed behind him. Geek
blushed again, vivid red patches flowering on his pale cheeks.  He
looked away.

Sebastian had to turn rapidly to face the wall, struggling into his
pyjama trousers, hopping on one foot and then the other.  His
chubby cock had straightened almost instantaneously into a rigid
arc.  He grabbed his towel from the pipes above the bunks to cover
it.

Niels slid into the room.  "Whasshup?"

Hoff whispered into his ear: "Vodka party!"

After lights-out, and after the prefect had given up his patrols
for the night the four boys sat side by side on the sofa in a line
of bare feet and a jumble of arms.  A coke bottle.  A vodka bottle.
 Shining eyes.

Sebastian felt the warm long thigh of Niels against him on the one
side.  Geek on the other.  Just the thin cotton of their pyjama
trousers between them.

Hoff was the first to leave, making his way up the dorm to be sick
in the toilet before returning to crawl into his top bunk.

Niels was smiling at him.  His happy face reflecting the moonlight.

"Are you drunk?"   He whispered.

"Little bit."

"Same here."  He turned to look at Geek.  The boy was asleep.  Head
back.  Mouth open.  "Look!  Geek's asleep!"

Despite Hoff having vacated his end of the sofa, Niels was still
right next to him.  "Van... you know what?"

"What?"

"I... really, really like you."

"I like you too Seb."

Sebastian looked intently at Niels.  Every fibre in his body was
itching to put his arm around him, to lean into him to kiss him.
But something was wrapped around his heart to stop him.  Fear to
lose him.  Fear to have him.  There was alcohol in his veins mixing
with teenage passion.  He felt, sitting there in his pyjamas, like
a bare, forked animal chained with confusion. He was fully erect
and unable to move.  Trapped on the sofa.

Niels smiled back at him.  "I'm sleepy." he said, sitting forward.

Sebastian felt a surge of recklessness sweep through him.  The same
surge he had felt  when, splayed on the grass at the wedding he had
suddenly realised that the hand caressing his leg was going to
reach for his cock.  Then, and now, this overpowering urge took
over him.  In his young mind the words `I don't care' spun around
him - feeble words to express the powerful sensation of emotional
vertigo that gripped him.

Sebastian slid his right arm around Niels' shoulders and pulled him
close.  He bent his head to kiss him and to his great shock, found
parted lips.  His mouth was numb.  Niels' lips were warm and taut.
His tongue licked and slipped between teeth into darkness.  His
hands pressed against shoulder blades.  Niels' hands were on his
back, his neck.  Fingers in his hair.

They slid quietly onto the floor boards, side by side.  Two loose-
limbed thirteen year olds in a tangle.  Niels rolled onto his back
and Sebastian's fingers were pulling at the cord that held up his
pyjama trousers, untying the knot.

Sebastian felt hardness under the cotton, then had it open: his
hand in and around the stretched skin and tight muscle.  He gripped
it, then explored it with his finger-tips.  The flared head under
slipping skin.  The tiny testicles in soft pouch.  The drum-tight
belly.  The outie belly-button.

Sebastian was suddenly surrounded by Niels.  He was with him on the
long walk they had taken the previous weekend along the country
paths that skirted the school.  He was with him in the looks they
had shared in class, in the chapel.  He was with him in the way his
school shirt fitted so badly, hanging loose at the neck.  He was
uploading tunes to his iPod,  cooking custard with him in the
prefect's study, letting him copy maths homework.  He was
surrounded by the hundreds of times he had wanted to touch him but
had not dared.  Grief sat on Niels' shoulder making him as
untouchable as a plaster saint.  But not now.  Not with all caution
thrown to the winds.

He bent over Niels' cock to see it in the darkness.  Then slid up
to find those lips with his own.  The kiss was almost enough to
make him cum.  Niels kissed back with a soft tongue that fluttererd
then made thrusting jabs deep into his mouth, and as they kissed
Niels rolled him onto his back and now it was Sebastian's turn to
have small fingers slipping his pyjamas down, curling around his
aching erection.

And this erection was just one, of so very many he had had.  One
like all those he had as he watched the slender body of Niels
standing inches away from the bunk as he prepared to hop into bed.
Close enough to see every blond wispy pube that curled around
Niels' skinny cock.

Niels kissed him, sucking him deeper and deeper into his mouth,
teeth bumping.

Both hand their fingers and thumbs working each other's cocks,
tugging testicles, skinning foreskins, sliding up and down the hard
shafts with rising tempo.  Their feet and ankles, their bare knees
knocking against the wooden floor as they twisted.

Inside the kiss, Seb felt Niels swallow hard and suddenly sticky
cum was all over his hand.  He broke the kiss, now cheek to
flushing cheek, mouth open as his own spunk sprayed out, coating
the fingers that continued to wank him.

They broke their kiss and looked into each other's shining faces.
Sebastian saw in Niels a look of fear, even panic.  And his own
face conveyed an almost identical emotion.  Each had found the
other out.  Each was utterly exposed to the other way beyond
nakedness.  Niels patted his cheek with a sticky hand.

"Eeeew!"  He whispered.

He put his own coated fingers through Niels' hair.  "Hair Gel!"

Niels smiled.

They wrapped themselves together in an embrace, legs entwined: two
soft boys on hard floorboards that pressed against their buttocks
and bare backs.

"Come on, we better go to bed."

Niels removed his pyjamas, as was his habit, and stood with one
foot on the bunk ladder.  Sebastian hugged him from behind,
smelling his skin, before the boy pulled up and disappeared into
the top bunk.

Sebastian was naked, except for the crumpled pyjamas around his
ankles.   He stepped out of them.  There was cum on his hands, his
cheek his stomach,cock and balls.  He felt like it  was dripping
off him.

He sat back down on the sofa next to the sleeping Geek, and took a
swig from one of the plastic cups.

His leg pressed against Geek's leg, with no reaction.

He noticed that Niels was looking at him from the top bunk.  And
even when he turned away to face the wall, Sebastian didn't dare,
but left the boy to sleep and slid in between his own sheets,
already erect again and buzzing before fatigue, finally, drew him
down into darkness.
------

Alexander's PA looked up as he passed her desk.

"The school has confirmed the police background check has cleared.
The boat company have asked if you want to make use of their
supermarket service?  They can deliver groceries to the boat the
day of departure."

"Good idea.  Oh and Grace... would you...?"

"No problem.  Three hungry boys and yourself."

"Were the airline okay with adding the extra seat?"

"Yes and I have asked for the four of you to be together."

"It's getting out of hand.  Next he'll ask me to take the whole
football team."

"Exciting for them though."

"Yes indeed."

"Have they got wind of where you are taking them?"

"No.  All they know is to bring passports."

"Well I think it's a lovely thing of you to do this.  Shame their
parents aren't around for them.  The flights are confirmed, the
school provided their full names as appearing on their passports."

"It's Sebastian, Niels and... what's the name of the third boy?"

"Richard."

"Sebastian only ever refers to him as Geek.  Must drive him mad."

"Did you have a nickname at school?"

Alexander looked at her and gave a wry smile.

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The Penichette 1020 was moored at Chenillé-Changé which they
reached after a hair-raising taxi-ride from the airport.

At a house above the weir the boats were moored at long pontoons.
The three boys ran helter-skelter down the lawns towards the water
in excitement, only to be rounded up by a squat, fat, frenchman who
growled at them in a friendly fashion.

>From the boat-house the boys returned with life-jackets, a parasol
and a small inflatable boat, the sort popular at the seaside.

"What do we want the inflatable for?"  Asked Alex as he finished
the paperwork in the office.

Seb, out of breath, came running over.  "He says we can tow it
behind and use it when we want to."

"Is there a charge?"

"I dunno....."

The woman in the office mentioned a figure.  Alexander rolled his
eyes at her and caved in, adding it to the bill.

"Ok, little men, let's check the groceries are on board."

In a whirlwind of little boys Alexander stepped onto the boat and
made his way carefully down into the cabin.  The boys were
rummaging through a sea of plastic grocery bags.

"Can you boys sort that out and put the stuff that needs to be
chilled into the fridge?"

Geek had been through the boat.  "There's only four beds!"

"Yes, two at the front and one of you will have to share with me in
the master cabin."

Sebastian turned to look up from the fridge.  "Me and Niels are in
the front cabin.  Geek you can share with Alex."

Alex smiled down as the boy pushed his spectacles back up his nose,
mouth open.

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