Date: Sun, 2 Sep 2012 19:55:26 +0100 (BST)
From: Andy Email <email_andy@rocketmail.com>
Subject: Exploring chapter 3

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???


Exploring

Chapter Three

As I walked through the front door, I was greeted by a burning smell.
Uh-oh Dad must be trying to cook again!  I walked into the kitchen and
almost wet myself in amusement at the scene in front of me.  Dad was
juggling with a smoke-filled oven and baking tray that was black, like
charcoal black, and Jack ready to dowse him with a bowl of water.

They look at me as my chuckles interrupted their thought processes, well if
they had any of them anyway!!

"How many times have I told you to leave the cooking to me Dad?" I asked.
"Well, I thought I'd make a try as you were out," he replied.  "I thought
it would be a nice surprise."  "It certainly is a surprise," I ribbed him.
"A surprise we have a kitchen left!"

I walked over and turned off the oven, turned on the extractor and opened
the back door.  I told Jack to put the bowl back in the sink, and for Dad
to put the tray on the side and to get the hell out my kitchen!  God, I am
turning into a woman!!

I opened the fridge to see what damage they'd done but was pleased to see
the chicken breasts still intact.  Right then, one of my quick specials it
is.  Chicken simmered with juniper berries served with mash potato.  Nice,
quick and easy.

I got some chicken stock out the freezer, yeah I cheat and make a load then
freeze it!  I got the rest of the ingredients out, and put them in the
frying pan.  First off, I made the juice before adding the chicken fillets.
Twelve minutes later, I removed the chicken and put in a dish into the now
smoke free oven.  I put some of the frozen mash in the microwave and pinged
it, while I finished off the sauce.

I yelled at Jack to set the table and I dished up the food onto the plates.
I carried them through to the conservatory where Dad had a small round
dining table and three chairs.  Oh and a 42" tv.  Dad can't do without his
tv!!  I suppose I do watch a fair amount as well so I shouldn't complain.
Just that Dad usually watches crap like Downtown Abbey, or Jane Eyre or
other stuff like that.  Give me something like Teenwolf or Doctor Who any
day.  Failing that, football or rugby!

"So what are your plans for the rest of the evening Andy?" Dad asked.
"Just finishing unpacking I guess," I said.  "Ian said he may come over as
well if that's ok?"  "Ian is the lad that came up to us at the table at
Lawtons isn't he?" Dad queried.  "Yeah, he's kewl.  He is in a rugby club
and wants me to join up after I told him about playing for the Vipers last
year."  I answered.  "And that's the only reason?" Dad asked, holding my
gaze as I tried to look away before I gave myself away.
"Um...yeah...maybe." I stammered out.

Jack obviously picked up on my tone and looked at me, pulling a face.  "Aw
man, you fancy him don't ya!" he stated, making the world famous puking
motion of putting a finger on his mouth and bending over the side of the
table.  This earned him a smack round the back of the head from my Dad.

Yeah they know I'm gay.  I came out to Dad about ten months ago, and Jack
soon after.  Despite the amount of teasing they do, they are both extremely
supportive.  Dad had a real long talk to me about it and what it all meant.
It was kinda embarrassing cos he asked me what I knew and told me a few
things that I didn't.  He pointed me to a few sites on the internet and
told me that if I was sensible and "adult" about things, then he wouldn't
put the net nanny on my laptop so that I can look at stuff.  However, I
have to let him look at my history if he asks.  He doesn't look at my
emails or stuff like that, just the sites.  So the first time he pulled
them up and there was a site with guys going at it ten to the dozen, my
face turned as red as the Llanelli Scarlets home shirt!

Dad looked at me and I just shrugged at him.

"Well just be careful son because you don't know if he is gay or not," he
advised me.  "The last thing you need is to be outed by a homophobe, and
don't forget, all those lads play rugby, and you are definitely the
exception.  Most rugby players are not known for their tolerance."  "I know
Dad and I'm gonna be careful," I said sadly.  "I don't need another Mike
situation."

Mike was my previous best friend from when we lived in Leeds before we
moved here.  I had a huge crush on him and had been testing the waters with
him about gays and his attitude towards them seemed ok.  When I finally had
enough courage to tell him how I felt, his friendship turned to disgust and
he told me never to touch him again.  He then outed me to the whole of my
school and I went from being one of the popular kids to an outcast inside
of a morning.  The last three months of my life had been extremely hard.
At one time the bullying got so bad that I tried to cut myself on the
wrists but didn't have the guts to go through with it.  So there was no way
I was gonna risk ruining the new start here by coming out so early to a lad
who could probably beat the crap out of me with his eyes closed.

We talked for a bit about whether we wanted to play football or rugby and
Jack plumped for football, as he is a little bit too small to be a good
rugby player.  He has the makings of a good left winger, which as most
players are right footed, is normally a certain starter in any team.

Of course, after my chat this afternoon with the lads, I wanted to try out
for the rugby team.  I am pretty strong for my age, and have been told that
I have the ability to run through tackles and keep going.  As a centre,
this is a must.  The ability to take hits as well is important because the
centres are normally used as battering rams when the ball is coming out of
scrums or rucks.

We were brought out of our discussions by the doorbell ringing.  Guessing
it to be Ian, Dad waved me away to get the door, and told Jack he had to
clear the table and load the dishwasher, which brought another round of
whines and whinges from my brother.  I sniggered as I trotted to the front
door and opened it to see the wonderful smile on the face of Ian.  I stood
there looking at his face before he pushed me and asked,

"See anything you like?"

Shit, busted? Already?  Panicking, my eyes dragged themselves away from his
face and scanned the street.  YES!! A saviour!!  I saw two girls walking on
the other side of the road.

"Yeah, who are they?" I asked him, pointing past his body in their
direction.  "The blonde looks real pretty."

He turned around, saw the girls and turned back, his body sagging slightly.
"That's Kerry Mason and Jessica Parker.  Kerry lives at number 13, and
Jessica is her best friend.  You'll be in their year at school when it
starts up."  "Oh kewl," I said.  "You'll have to introduce me sometime to
them."

Yeah, that's it!!  Good recovery.

I invited him in, and after kicking off his trainers, we headed upstairs to
my bedroom.  I let him go upstairs ahead of me so I could have another
close check out of his ass.  He was wearing some tight fitting black jeans
and they hugged his cheeks wonderfully in all the right places.  He had
also changed his top and was now wearing a t-shirt with a picture of My
Chemical Romance on it.  Looks like we could have the same taste of music!!
Just need to find out if he likes Muse and the Foo Fighters.

I open the door to my room and let him go in first.  I picked up the remote
to my i-pod docking station and let the music of Muse fill the room.  I
could see Ian having a look around until he spotted my tribute wall.

"This your Mum?" he asked.  "Um, yeah," I replied, being a man of many
words.  "I take it she died?" he asked, with a hint of sadness in his
voice.  We sat on my bed, as I told him about the accident and how it
happened, my fears of forgetting her which is why I have so many pictures
of her.  He gave me a hug as I began trying to calm myself down.  Let's
face it, breaking down in front of someone who you have only met that day
isn't the best way to impress him is it??!!??

"So where do you want to start?" Ian queried, obviously trying to change
the subject.

"Well I'd like to kiss your mouth, wrestling with your tongue for a moment,
before smooching my way to your neck.  I would slowly remove your t-shirt,
exposing your firm torso, which I would worship with my mouth.  I will suck
on your nipples before trailing my tongue down your abs to your belly
button, pausing to run my oral muscle around and inside it, before pausing
to undo the button and zip on your jeans and slowly remove them to leave
you in just your underwear.  I'm guessing you're a briefs boy as well, like
me, so I would slowly massage your now firm package through the fabric and
return my mouth to your nether regions and nibble at your member through
your briefs.  When you start to moan in pleasure, I would pause again, to
slide my hands inside your pants and pull them down, exposing your
beautiful cock.  I would give it a couple of slow, soft strokes to firm it
up and to see if you are cut or uncut before returning my face back down
and licking your corona.  I would run my tongue up and down your shaft,
delighting in the aroma of your crotch.  I would give your balls a nice
bathing, making sure that I keep your cock at full hardness.  Finally I
would take your dickhead into my mouth, opening wide enough to make sure
there is no teeth contact and slowly start the up and down bobbing motion
so associated with a boy giving another boy a blow job.  I would make you
gasp with pleasure and as I feel that you are approaching the point of no
return, I would slide an already wet finger down and around your tight
pucker.  I would tease it before sliding in and probing for your love spot,
giving it a rub as you explode your boy juice into my mouth.  Exhausted,
you would collapse back onto my bed, pulling me up to your chest where I
would rest my head of your muscular upper body.  You would stroke my hair
and offer me kisses as we doze into slumber!"

I felt a nudge, bringing me out of my daydream, as Ian repeated his
question.  "So what you wanna start with?"  "Oh, I guess if you could empty
that box onto my bookcase for me, I'll start with my clothes," I answered.

We moved to our respective boxes and opened them.  SHIT!!! I've opened the
books box!  That means . . .

"CUTE!!!"

I turned and wanting the ground to open up underneath me as I saw Ian
holding up a pair of Spongebob Squarepants briefs.

"THEY ARE NOT MINE!!!" I yelled at him, dashing over to the box.  Sure
enough, it was a box full of Jack's clothes.  I grabbed the box and heard
laughter from the landing.  I opened the door and saw Jack rolling on the
floor.  I chucked the box at him, hitting him hard in the side which shut
his laughter up and I could see tears forming in his eyes, but for once I
didn't care.  I told him to fuck off to his room and slammed my door behind
me.  That's gonna get me a whole load of hurt later from Dad I know, but
hey, I'm trying to impress my new boyfriend here.  Um, boyfriend??? Well if
I get my way!!!!

"Soz bout that," I said as way of apology to Ian.  "He's normally cool and
stuff."  "Hey, I thought it was funny," Ian said.  "I mean, come on, you
hafta say sneaking his underwear box in here was pretty funny."  "Guess
so," I chuckled, pleased that Ian was seeing the funny side of it.  "At
least you can now take the piss out of HIM for having the Spongebob
pants!!"  "No way!!" Ian shot back, pulling them out of his pocket.  "Just
wait till I show the lads what you wear!"

I tried to grab the pair of pants but just ended up being wrestled to my
bed by the taller, older boy.  He lay on top of me, his body pressing mine
into my bed.  His face was a few inches from mine.  His mouth turned into a
smile as he slightly open it.  My groin started to stir.  Oh my god....this
is it!!!  I'm gonna kiss him!

"Fuck sake Andy, if you're gonna be any decent as a centre, you need to
take a hit better than that!" he exclaimed.

All thoughts of sex shot from my mind, and I reacted by bucking him off my
body.  He slipped off the bed and on to the floor with a thud and a groan.

"Fuck you Grayson!!" I came back to him with.  "You caught me by surprise
is all!  No way in a game that would happen!"

Oh yeah, his surname is Grayson if you hadn't guessed.  He sat up smiling,
rubbing his elbow.

"Better!" He said.  "If you're gonna be on my team, I need to make sure
you're the best."  "What do you mean, your team?" I asked.  "Oh didn't I
say, I'm captain." Ian said proudly.  "Oh, kewl I guess," I replied.
"Guess it can't hurt to beat up the captain to prove I deserve a spot."
"Oh, you think a little fairy toss is beating me up?" he retorted.

Bad feeling!!!!  Ian's hands shot forward and grabbed me before I had a
chance to move off the bed.  He maneuvered his body so it was once again on
top of me, pinning me to the bed.  His eyes met mine, and a grin broke onto
his face.

"Let's see how ticklish my new number 13 is!" he said with a cruel smile.

Now one thing you need to know about me.  Actually scrub that, you don't
need to know!!!  I am extremely ticklish.  Under my arms, by my hips,
around my ribs.  I can't help it!!  It's not like I chose to be ticklish.
Anyway Ian dug his fingers into my midriff and I squealed like a 12 year
old girl.

"Fuck sake leave off Ian, PLEASE!" I pleaded, writhing around underneath
him.  "Not till you say I rock!" Ian demanded.  "Fuck you, you're a wuss,"
I countered, despite the fat I knew it would only lead to more torture.
His hands roamed under my shirt, finding all my tickle spots and I started
to groan as the close contact, the feel of his body on top of me, his hands
against my skin all combined into one.

"Who rocks?? Who's the Daddy??" was all I heard before the ultimate
embarrassment started to happen.  My cock was at full hardness and I
started to feel myself grind against his body lying on top of me.  I felt
my legs involuntarily wrap themselves around his legs and my temperature
rose.  My hands grabbed at his shirt and pulled him onto me and I groaned
as I humped against his body.

"Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuuuuuuuuuuuccccccccccccckkkkkkk" I exclaimed
as my boy body reacted in the only way it knew how as I reached the point
of no return and I felt myself shoot inside my briefs.  My body shuddered
as I climaxed and I clung to the older boy lying on top of me.  My mouth
found his neck and I kissed him, moving my lips to his cheek and trying to
find his lips but he turned his face away from me, leaving me to suck his
earlobe.

I slumped back onto the bed, basking in the glow of orgasm and looked up at
the boy I had already fallen head over heels for.  Ian looked back down at
me.  I didn't like the look in his eyes.

"WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT ALL ABOUT?" Ian hissed at me.  "Are you gay?"



To be continued!!



The recipe for my dinner.
Chicken simmered with juniper berries.

Ingredients
2 cup (16fl oz) chicken stock
1 tablespoon juniper berries, slightly crushed
1/2 cup (4 fl oz) verjuice
3 sprigs fresh thyme
4 chicken breast fillets

Place the chicken stock, juniper berries, verjuice and thyme into a deep
frying pan over a low heat and allow to simmer for 3 minutes.  Add the
chicken fillets to the pan and simmer for 6-7 minutes on each side or until
tender.

Remove the chicken from the pan and keep warm.  Increase the temperature to
high and boil the pan liquid for 2 minutes or until it has thickened
slightly.

To serve, place the chicken on plates and top with the pan juice.  Serve
with creamy mash potato.

Serves 4.

Enjoy!!!



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

Please be aware that this story is in the Adult Youth section for a reason.
It just may take Andy some time to get there!!

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