Date: Sun, 26 Aug 2012 15:10:01 +0100 (BST)
From: Andy Email <email_andy@rocketmail.com>
Subject: Exploring Chapter 2 - GM Adult Youth

Disclaimers and warnings.

The important characters and place names in this story have been changed to
protect the not so innocent.  The story itself is fictional.  Nothing like
this happened that I know about.

If it's illegal to read this stuff where you live, move.

If you're not old enough to read this stuff, hurry up and grow up.

If you don't like stories about sex between men and boys, and boys and
boys, why are you here???


Sorry for the delay in posting chapter 2 but I was on holiday in Italy for
10 days.

Thanks to Liam for doing a grand job of cleaning up my mess for me...Oh
yeah, he edits the story as well!!

Exploring

Chapter Two

Talk about being caught in a compromising situation!!

I was woken from my post-orgasmic slumber by being shaken awake by my Dad.
My music was still blaring out and I had been fast asleep which would
explain the invasion of privacy that we normally keep to.

However, here's my Dad, in my room, looking down with an amused smile on
his face as I'm trying to grab something, anything, to cover my naked
cum-stained body.

"Had fun Andy?" he asks me.  "Um, yeah, just relieving the stress of the
move, you know," I answer, blushing to the root of my brown hairs.  "Well
at least it looks like I don't need to have THE TALK with you then," he
joked.  He leant forward and ruffled my hair, something he knows I hate,
before telling me to get cleaned up as we're going out for a drink and
something to eat.

He leaves the room, and I decide that right now would be a very good time
to die from embarrassment.  I get up off the bed and head towards my new
bathroom.  Oh wow!!  I didn't expect a bath as well as a separate shower!
Towels have already been put in place so I get in the shower and freeze my
nuts with a blast of cold water before it heats up to temperature.  Note to
self, run the shower BEFORE getting in next time!!

I scrub myself clean, ignoring a semi-rising desire from my lower regions
for more fun.  I also have a quick rinse of my hair with shampoo before
getting out and quickly towelling myself dry.  A spray all over from my
Lynx deodorant to make sure any lasting odour of spunk is gone and go back
into my room to get dressed.

I look at the clock on my bedside cabinet and see it's still mid-afternoon,
and a glance out the window shows not a cloud in the sky.  That's my
fashion advisor sorted.  I grab a fresh pair of CKs, grab a pair of three
quarter length cargo shorts and open my wardrobe to pick out a top.  Don't
want anything dark cos I'll roast.  Don't want anything too "gay".  Sod it,
I thought as I finally decided on a Leicester Tigers polo shirt.  Basically
just a mix of dark and light blue stripes with the Tigers badge embroidered
on the left hand side.

I bounded down the stairs as my Dad was getting Jack to put on some shoes.
I swear that boy would be happy living like Tarzan, running around
semi-naked in no shoes.  I grabbed a pair of Nike trainers and slipped them
on, before heading out the door.

"So which restaurant do you suggest then, son?" Dad asks.  "Depends on what
you want.  There's a Chinese and Indian, but it's too hot for that," I
reply.  "Maybe a bar snack?"

Dad nods his head in approval, so I lead the three of us to Lawtons, of
course.  Hey, I wanted to see if that man was still there.  Despite my
urgings and speed of walking, I had to keep waiting as my Dad dawdled
along, taking everything into view.

Finally we arrived and the tables outside were still busy, but much to my
disappointment, the man from earlier was nowhere to be seen.  We walked
inside to get our drinks, Dad ordering a pint of Peroni, Jack and I
settling for the normal option of diet pepsi.  Dad asked about eating and
was told it was fine if we wanted to eat outside so we went back out into
the sun and grabbed an empty table.  I made sure I was sat facing the
street so I could keep my eyes out for any hotties walking past.

I had a quick look at the menu and decided on a meat feast pizza.  Dad and
Jack both went for burgers.  After the waiter had taken our orders, we sat
back and I slumped down in the chair, relaxing and basking in the sun.  I
pulled my baseball cap down slightly so that my eyes were shaded and sort
of half listened to the conversation going on between Jack and Dad, but
mainly sat there people watching.

That great British pastime, people watching.  There is something that
fascinates us watching other ordinary members of the public go about their
lives.  I suppose that's why Big Brother was such a hit show.  I watched as
people went in and out of Tesco's, and as others just wandered past going
to the park.

There were some boys aged probably between ten and sixteen, well quite a
few actually, and a couple piqued my interest.  There was this one lad, who
looked like he was half-cast, who had big frizzy hair.  If anyone watched
Britain's Got Talent a couple of years ago, there was a street dance group
called Diversity and they had a young lad with bags of frizzy hair.  Well
this lad had hair like him.  He looked pretty cute as well, with a sort of
pale chocolaty skin colour and dark brown eyes.  He must have been about
eleven and was around the same height as Jack.

Another boy to take my fancy was obviously the "leader" of their little
group.  He looked to be around my age, maybe a year older.  He had a stocky
build, not fat but you could imagine the muscles rippling underneath his
dark green t-shirt.  He had blonde shoulder length hair and had a killer
tan.  The way he held himself, the way he walked in the midst of the group
of a half dozen, there was an air of self-confidence about him.

They came to the kerb and stopped to check for traffic before crossing.
They were obviously heading to the park, and one of them had a rugby ball
in hand.  Interesting!!

As the group of boys looked each way, the blonde Adonis glanced in our
direction and suddenly I was locked into a gaze into his eyes.  He wasn't
that far away and all I could see was piercing dark blue.  I felt my groin
react and I shifted slightly in my chair so it wasn't on show.  I gave a
tentative smile and was rewarded with an upturn of the corners of his
mouth.  A mouth that looked like he had been sucking on a cherry popsicle.
He could suck on my cherry popsicle ANYDAY!!

As the group crossed the road, he seemed to be weighing up a question in
his head, and he turned to one of the others, said something to him, and
then diverted his path into our direction.

OMG he's coming over to us!!!!  Keep calm Andy.  He can't be coming to us,
he doesn't know us!!  I glanced around to see who the lucky person that he
is going to talk to was.  There were only adults on the few tables around
us??

I watched him as he came up to our table and stopped.  Oh My God it's us
he's come to talk to!!!

"Hey, I'm Ian," he said by way of introduction.  "You've just moved into
number 6 haven't you?"  "That's right son," my Dad answered.  GOD why does
he call everyone son???  "Kewl, I live at number 2 so we're nearly
neighbours," Ian told us.

Oh sweet Jesus, how am I supposed to sleep at night knowing this model of
boy godhood is so close by, naked??

Ian holds out his hand to shake my Dad's and then as Dad introduces us all,
he shakes Jack's hand, then mine.  My hand slides into his and we both grip
lightly but firmly.  I'm actually holding his hand!  I gaze into his eyes
and say hi.  Again the shy, slight smile from him.  Shit, how long have I
been holding it?  I release my hold, and I'm surprised that he holds on for
a second or two longer before releasing mine.

"So you're a Tigers fan eh?" he asks.  I nod my head, unable to answer,
fully aware I'm making myself look a right dork.  "Worcester Warriors
myself," he states, pointing to the badge on his shirt that I'd failed to
sport previously.  "Do you play at all?"  "When I can, we move around a bit
so it's hard to break in sometimes, but I'm hoping there's a team around
here."  Good boy Andy, a complete sentence.  "Yeah there's a few, but ours
is the best," he proudly announces.  "We play just up the road.  You fancy
a knock around?"

I look at my DAD, puppy dog eyes on full power, which my Dad recognises and
avoids.

"I'm sure he'd love to Ian, but we've had a long journey this morning and
haven't eaten yet, so maybe another time eh?" Dad says, putting an end to
my dreams of spending some time with him.

"No worries, maybe tomorrow then," Ian offers.  "We start training next
week so we're just having a few impromptu games to get our sharpness back
so we look good for the coaches."  "Kewl, what time?" I almost demand
before my Dad can stop that as well!  "How about I call on you around half
nine?" Ian asks.  "No problem, I'll be ready," I tell him.

He offers a closed fist to bump, which we do, and with a nod and a bye,
he's off to join the others.  My Dad looks at me strangely and asks about
my eagerness to get up at half nine during the holidays.  A morning person
I am most definitely not!  However, the prospect of spending time with Ian,
and the rest of the lads, will be enough incentive I'm sure to get me out
of bed.  Plus it has the added bonus of maybe getting me into his rugby
club.

Once again, I have to shift around due to the now full grown problem in my
shorts.  I see the waiter start in our direction with the plates of food
and decide that I have to take care of it, otherwise it's not gonna go
down.  I use the distraction of the plates being placed to make a speedy
exit to the toilet, which I had spotted by the bar when we first arrived.

I kept my head down as I wound my way through the bar and literally ran
into one of the stalls.  I whipped my shorts and briefs down and sat down
to make it look like I was taking a dump.

I looked down and saw my six inches staring proudly up at me.  I dribbled
some spit onto my right palm and coated the shaft to get it nice and slick.
I heard myself moan so I grabbed some toilet paper and stuffed it into my
mouth.  I needed to get off quickly before I got missed, so I started with
a couple of slow strokes before picking up the pace quite quickly.  I
concentrated on keeping my fist at the top of my joystick so I was getting
the most friction over my cockhead as my foreskin slid up and down over the
sensitive area.

I could feel my balls begin to tingle slightly, and the thought of what I
was doing and where began to turn me on even more.  I'd never ever
contemplated doing this outside of a bedroom or bathroom, and I started
feeling quite kinky.  I let my left hand travel down to my balls and gave
them a slight tug and squeeze and, despite the rolled up, home-made gag, I
let out another small groan, just as I hear the door open.  Shit, someone
has come in!!

I concentrate on my strokes, trying to ignore everything else, and heard
the splatter of the unknown urinator as he let loose with a sigh himself.
I nearly giggled at the thought of him, but suddenly felt my ardour rise
and I let go of my balls and grabbed some more tissue to catch my
forthcoming spunk.  I held the toilet paper at the end of my cock and
speeded up even further and suddenly bit down on the paper in my mouth as I
tried to stifle my groans as shot after shot of my boi spunk flew out of my
slit into the tissue.  I shuddered on the seat as my orgasm took control of
my body and my leg shot up and hit the door in front of me.

"Are you okay in there?" a deep voice asked.

I couldn't answer as I was still in the throes of emptying my load out of
my balls.  I groaned again as the last couple of shots dribbled out the end
of my cock.  I mumbled an "ok" to the guy and slumped back onto the cistern
of the toilet.  A satisfied smile found my face as I wiped the now
sensitive end of my willy and disposed of the tissues down the toilet.

I pulled my shorts back up and tentatively opened the stall door and to my
relief the toilets were now empty.  I quickly washed my hands and exited
the door back into the bar.  I headed back outside, but as I walked past a
table with a couple of guys sitting at it, one of them looked at me,
whispered something to the other and they both started laughing.  Ah man!
Do they know?? Was that the bloke who asked me if I was ok?  With a
blushing face, I kept my head down and got back to our table.

"You okay son?" Dad asked.  "You look at bit flushed."  "I'm fine, just a
bit hot that's all," I replied, and trying to lose his attention, I picked
up a slice of my pizza and crammed it in my mouth all in one go.  Jack's
giggles overrode Dad's frowned comments about my eating habits and the
whole episode was soon forgotten.

All in all, we had a pleasant hour and a half, sat in the sun, talking
about the new house and village, Dad's new contract and our prospective new
school.  Trust Dad to put a downer on everything eh!!

We left to go back to the house, and as we walked past the park, Ian and
the rest of the lads were still there, sat on the swings, talking.  I saw
Ian glance in our direction and he raised his hand in a wave.  I waved
back.  Dad, seemingly tuned in to my mood for once, told me that I could go
and join them if I wanted to, but to be back by 7pm.

No second command needed as I trotted over to them.  I could hear Jack
whining cos Dad had told him that he had to go home and tidy his room.  I
sort of gave a half apologetic shrug to him, but he soon disappeared from
my thoughts as I was caught in the hypnotic eyes of Ian.

Ian introduced me to the rest of the lads.  The fuzzy haired dynamite was
Daimon, who was 11, and then there was Pete, a 13 year old blonde who was a
couple of inches shorter than me.  The brothers Dylan and Harry, 15 and 13.
Dylan was just taller than me and had short brown hair, while Harry was
around 5'4 with a buzzed cut hairstyle.  Finally Ryan, who was 12 as well.
I don't normally find gingers attractive, but Ryan changed my thoughts of
that.  He had a smattering of freckles across his cheeks and small cute
nose.

They were all fit as fuck as well!!  God I've died and moved into boy
heaven!!  Chatting away I found out that they all play rugby for the local
team, and when they found out I play outside centre, they were begging me
to go for a trial.  It turns out that the club they belong to only takes
players from the surrounding villages and as such, they combine age groups.
I would be eligible for the under 16's as a first year player.  Much to my
delight, Ian, and Dylan, would be in their second year with the age group.

We talked about the upcoming season in the Aviva Premiership, with banter
going back and forth.  Most of them were Worcester fans as it was the local
team, whereas I found an ally in Harry who, like me, was a Tigers fan.
Harry got ribbed as a glory hunter, whereas at least I had the excuse of
actually being born in Leicester!

A chill passed over me and I shivered and looked at the sky to see clouds
coming over.  I looked at my phone to check the time and saw it was fast
approaching 7pm.  God where did that hour and a half go to??

"Hey guys it's been fun meeting you all but I've gotta shoot," I said,
getting up to go home.  "I'll walk back with you," Ian told me.  "It's
close to tea anyway."  Be still my growing lust!

We said our goodbyes as all the lads agreed to meet again tomorrow morning,
and Ian and I started a slow walk back to our road.  My usual
self-confidence had deserted me and I walked in silence, stealing glances
at the boy walking next to me.

"So you doing anything after tea?" Ian asked.  "Um, don't think so," I
replied.  "Probably just unpacking."  "You need any help?" he asked.  "Um,
sure if you want to, I mean it's mainly just clothes and books and stuff."
What am I doing? Trying to put him off or something??  "Yeah, that's cool,"
he answered.  "Gets me out the house and away from John, my older brother.
He's being a pain at the mo."  "Ok, kewl.  Just come round any time after
you've had tea," I told him.

We bumped fists as we got to Ian's house, which was almost identical to
ours and I watched as he headed over his front lawn and into the back
garden.  Man, his ass looked good!  Oh no, surely I'm not gonna have
another problem down there to take care of?

I headed back to our house and let myself in the front door, thinking to
myself that soon, Ian is going to be in my bedroom, possibly sitting on my
bed!!  Thinking about stories I've read, I wonder if I can get him
wrestling and maybe cop a cheap feel??

Now there's a nice thought.


To be continued!!

This is my first attempt at writing.  Hope you enjoyed it. Andy.

All comments, reviews and suggestions would be greatly welcomed at
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