Date: Mon, 24 Oct 2005 09:49:50 -0700
From: polarlord@hushmail.com
Subject: In Real Life Chapter 4 - GM A/Y

This story is fictional and involves sexual activity between
a teenage boy and an adult man. The laws enacted to
protect children from abuse mean that such acts would be
illegal if carried out, so by all means fantasize, but keep
your hands off the kids. The story is copyright and may
only be published on nifty.org

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Was it his brother Adam or was it even his father? Was one of them gay? He
realised that he must have worn the underpants soaked in someone else's cum
all day yesterday. His cock started to harden.

. . .


Tim paused for moment then swiftly stepped into the underpants pulling them
up his slim legs. He winced slightly as the cold cum patch came in contact
with his scrotum. He felt that it was both dirty and horny to spend all day
with another person's cum against him. It was as though the other person's
cock had shot against him. The cold air of his bedroom caused him to finish
dressing quickly in his school uniform. As he dressed he wondered which of
Adam or Dad was the culprit. Whoever it was must have known that he would
realise that it was cum on his briefs. Tim now knew that both were aware
that he was gay. One of them was telling him by their actions that they
wanted to do gay stuff with him. He couldn't believe that his dad was a boy
lover, but surely mum would have known. Perhaps they were both gay, after
all they did spend a lot of time together.

Tim rumbled down the stairs to the kitchen. His 17 year old brother Adam
was already eating breakfast. His mum placed a 20 pound note next to Tim's
breakfast plate and said, "Don't forget your form for Mr Roberts will
you. Are you feeling ok this morning? You seem a bit quiet this morning."
Adam looked up and stared at Tim but averted his eyes when Tim stared
back. "Mum, I'm Ok, I'm just a bit tired." As he said that he slightly
tilted his head towards Adam whilst he look at his mum, as if to ask
whether Adam knew what was said last night. His Mum gently shook her head
as if to say that she'd not told Adam that his brother was gay. As Tim ate
he watched Adam, but his older brother didn't look in his direction. Tim
gently touched Adam's leg with his foot to attract attention. "Hey, squirt
will you stop kicking me!" was the immediate response. Adam got up, as he
did so Tim caught his brother's gaze looking at his lap. "Mom, I gotta
go. Tim, you want to catch the early train with me?" "No thanks Bro, I got
a couple of things to do first."

After breakfast Tim retrieved his school book bag and went outside to get
his bike from the garden shed. "Hey Tim, you want to catch that lift with
me today. I just thought that you might want to not wait for the train
today." It was Mr Greenway their neighbour. Tim suddenly remembered that
the man from yesterday might be on the station platform. Suddenly not
catching the train seemed like a good idea. He should have travelled with
his brother. "If you don't mind Mr Greenway, I am feeling a bit tired
today. I need to be at the school by 8:40 can you manage that ok?" "Sure
Tim, I pass St John's High most mornings we've got plenty of time. I can
even pick you up this afternoon, so leave your bike in the shed. Come on
round whilst I lock up and get the wheels out of the garage." Tim had never
been in Mr Greenway's People Carrier before. It had dark smoked windows at
the side and rear so that you couldn't see inside, though it looked like a
7 seater. The engine burbled smoothly like a big American car. After
reversing the car out Mr Greenway pushed open the passenger door. "Come on
Tim, hop in. As I'm driving you today you'd best start calling me Martin
rather than Mr Greenway." Tim had a surprise when he climbed in for there
no rows of seats in the back. On one side was a comfortable looking swivel
office chair next to a small desk. On the other side was what looked to be
a small single fold away bunk. Tim's passenger seat was soft deep leather
that squeaked a bit when Tim climbed in, but the seat was a bit like a
bucket seat used in rally cars. It was very comfortable.

"Well Tim, welcome to my mobile office. I sometimes work from here during
the day if I'm at a remote site. It's got a couple of phone, a computer,
printer, satellite broadband, a fridge, cooker, a small clothes cupboard, a
bed that you've seen, the desk, a TV, DVD player even a PSP games
console. There's even a small toilet and wash basin. "

"Wow Mr Gr... errm Martin, this is really cool. What kind of work do you do
to need this type of van."

"Well, I am a type of consultant negotiator for International Oil
Companies. I have to be ready to move for business at any time."

"Yeh, Dad told me that you fly a lot, but we never knew about the inside of
this van."

Martin showed the boy how to use the controls to adjust the position of his
seat. He had to lean across the boy to reach the controls, his leg pressing
gently against the slim 14 y/o thighs as he did so. Martin finally pressed
a number on a small key pad. "There I've stored your settings. Next time
you are in here press number 2 and the seat will adjust to your fitting."

The burble of the engine rose to a deep growl as they pulled away. Tim was
pressed back into his seat. Tim looked in amazement at the man. "Wow, this
feels fast. What kind of engine has it got? How fast can it go?"

"I had it built specially from the foundation of a US ambulance. Its got a
big V8 engine and turbo that gives 370 horse power. I'm told it will do
140mph and 0-60 in 7 seconds, but I've never found out. I had a specialist
yacht fitting company build the interior to make sure they could get lots
installed."

Tim was really tempted to ask how much it all cost, but he knew that it
would be rude. He settled back in the luxury seat feeling very
relaxed. Martin seemed to be a very fast driver, but safe.

"Look Tim, it even has a special suspension and automatic gear box. If I
press that "S" button it will go into sports mode." Martin pressed the "S"
button. Suddenly the van changed down a gear and the van seemed to sink
down on the road a little and ride got bumpier. As Martin shot around a
sharp corner Tim felt his seat padding inflate to counteract the side
pressure. "I suppose that I had best behave and not show off too much."
Martin pressed a button marked "C" and the ride became smooth and the
engine was quieter as the van glided along the bumpy road, even Tim's seat
seemed softer. Tim was glad that he'd accepted the ride, Martin seemed
really cool for a guy in his 40's.

After a couple of minutes the sound of a mobile phone came across the
speakers in the vehicle's speaker system. Martin spoke: "Answer Call." The
voice recognition system answered the incoming phone call. "Martin, Code
23."  Martin answered: "Code 47" and the caller disconnected. Martin turned
to Tim, "Look I'm sorry about this I have to stop and make a quick
confidential call in a couple of minutes. The is a pull in up ahead. Don't
worry we'll get to your school in plenty of time."  Just around the next
bend Martin pulled the van into a secluded section of the old road that had
been replaced when the new road had been built. The van was hidden from
view of the main road. Martin pressed a button on the radio panel and
handed Tim a set of head phones. "Look do you mind wearing these whilst I
make the call. You mustn't hear the details of this business call." "Sure
no problem." Tim noticed that were a pair of expensive headphones that were
advertised in the glossy Sunday magazines. Martin went to the desk in the
back of the van and pulled out a phone hidden by a panel and made a
call. It didn't last too long and soon they were driving towards Tim's
school.

When they arrived Tim had trouble finding the door release. Martin lent
across to open the door, as he did so he gently rested one hand on Tim's
upper thigh it was almost a squeeze. It gave Tim a slight tingle sensation
in his balls, but Martin didn't seem to have noticed anything.

"I'll pick you up here at 3:45 this afternoon ok?"

"Martin, you don't have to. I can catch the train and it won't take long to
walk from the station. I doesn't matter if I'm late cos no one will be in
until 6:30 tonight."

"Tim, its no problem at all. Anyway I heard it might rain this
afternoon. I'll be here at 3:45."

"Ok, cool."

School was long and boring, though Tim managed to spend some time during
the lunch break with his best friend Chas. Tim was almost relieved to note
that he felt no attraction towards Chas. He really didn't want to lose his
best mate. They arranged to meet at the Rugby Club for the weekend training
session and then went to their different classes. Tim even managed to track
down his History Master.

"Mr Roberts, I've got the form and the money for the trip."

"Well Mr Johnston it's about time. I thought for a moment we weren't going
to see your smiling face on this trip. I've got a detailed itinerary of the
trip here for you. There is a pre-trip meeting in the Language Lab on
Tuesday next week and we travel on the Thursday. Have you told your
teachers that you will not be in class?"

"No Sir, I'll tell them this afternoon" as Tim dashed of to the next
lesson.

Soon the school bell rang to mark the end of day. Tim tumbled out of school
with his friends and started walking to the station. The beeping of a car
horn attracted his attention. He look back along the road and saw Mr
Greenway's people carrier. "Oops I almost forgot. Hey guys, I've got a lift
this afternoon, I'll see you tomorrow morning."

Tim ran back to the van. "Sorry I almost forgot you Martin. Thanks for the
lift." As he jumped into the seat He press the button marked 2 and felt the
soft seat mould to his shape. He waved at his mates through the darkened
windows but they couldn't see him.

"No problem Tim, I've only just got here. How was your school day?" Asked
Martin as he drove the van away.

"It was pretty average. Were you busy today?"

"No I just had a meeting in the City Centre, but tomorrow I have to fly
over to Europe. I have to be up at four in the morning to drive to the
airport. So there will be no lift tomorrow."

"Cool, no probs I really enjoyed the lift this morning. This van is
wicked."

Martin drove for a few miles until his mobile phone pinged to alert to the
arrival of a message. He had a quick look at the message and said, "Look
sorry Tim I have to stop for a quick phone conference." After another half
mile he turned into the same pull in as the one they'd used in the
morning. Martin drove to a sheltered spot.

"This might take about 20 minutes, is that OK? Why don't you watch a video
on TV - just choose one and lay back on the bed in the back. Help yourself
to a drink from the fridge. Martin dug out a stack of DVD's and showed Tim
the fridge. "Get me a drink too." Tim went to the fridge and got out 2 cans
of beer. He opened one, but Martin stopped him. "Hey no beer for you. Your
mum will smell it on your breath."

"But they let me drink wine and beer at home."

"Well if you really want some booze try this." As Martin mixed Tim a large
glass of fresh orange juice but with vodka mixed in. Tim smelt it, it smelt
just like orange and didn't taste much different. "There you are Tim no one
will smell that. Don't drink it too fast I might have put too much vodka
in.

Tim selected the AI film on DVD about an intelligent boy robot called
Osment and slotted it in the player. He lay back on the bed sipping the
"orange juice" whilst Martin started the voice conference in the back of
the van. The conference was boring with words like "sweet crude", "Low
sulphur", "Arab heavy" so Tim zoned out and just watched the movie. The bed
was warm and comfortable and the effects of the vodka were making Tim
sleepy by the time that the phone conference finished. Martin could see
that Tim was engrossed in the film, so he went and sat on the head end of
the bed next to Tim's head. He lifted the boy's head onto his lap and
shuffled so that he was sitting fully on the bed.

"We can stay here and watch the rest of the film if you want Tim. We'll get
you home before anyone else gets back."

"Are you sure Martin? I'm getting quite cozy here."

Tim without thinking snuggled his head into Martin's lap.

"You'd best take your blazer off so it doesn't get crumpled." Martin helped
Tim slip off the school jacket and his school tie. Tim settled down into
the snuggled position in Martin's lap watching the film. Martin stroked the
boy's soft hair with one hand and gently absentmindedly stroked the boys
shoulder with the other hand. From time to time his hand would slip under
the boy's shirt and across the smooth warm boy chest. It felt really nice
to Tim, but although his cock grew a little bit he didn't think it was
sexual stroking. It was so warm and relaxing lying there with no
worries. Martin loosened another button on Tim's shirt and his hand slipped
a little lower now brushing against Tim's left nipple. It sent a little
shiver through Tim's body, but it all felt so good that he did not feel
alarmed.

Martin hoped that Tim did not notice the hard erection that had grown down
the leg of his suit trousers.



Continues.


Comments to polarlord@hushmail.com They will be welcome. This chapter is
just scene setting for hotter action soon to come.