Date: Mon, 26 Mar 2007 18:57:53 +0000
From: pinkpanther2@hotmail.co.uk
Subject: 'July Through September' Chapter 23

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                            TWENTY THREE

MATTHEW

It's been everything the first day at a new school should be; new
classmates and teachers to meet and a different building to get used
to, far larger than our junior school. Nicky and I are in the same
tutor group; Kyle and James are in a different one. At just over five
feet, I'm one of the tallest of the boys in our tutor group, with
Nicky not too far behind. I sort of expected that; I've always been
tall for my age. There's a boy called Richard Sheldon who's the same
height as me but much bigger. I weigh about eighty five pounds; I'd
guess Richard would be one-ten or so. He's fit too. A few weeks ago
I'd have been planning how I was going to check him out; now I just
don't feel the need to do that. A couple of the girls tower over the
pair of us; they look a lot older than us too. Weird!

The four of us spend break and lunchtime together, comparing notes.
It seems that we'll all have the same gym and games classes, in most
of the other classes we haven't found out yet. So far Nicky and I are
in the same class for maths, English and geography. James is in our
geography class too, but Kyle hasn't been in any of my classes. I'm
sure we'll all still hang out together though. I can't be with Tim at
school, of course. As it goes, I don't actually mind. Sure, he's the
most special friend I've ever had, but I don't want to walk round
school holding hands with him or anything; it's just not like that.
In school, we hang with kids in our own year group; that's how it is.
As soon as Tim's knees are better he'll be going to rugby training
and other stuff I'm not involved in. I might find myself doing other
things too; I don't know yet. It's not a problem; there'll be plenty
of time that Tim and I can spend together.

As we walk out of the gate, Nicky heads across to chat to a boy I
don't know. It has to be Shaun. He's not ugly at all, just very
ordinary. If you passed him in the street you probably wouldn't
notice him. I know Nicky likes him though! They move away, heading in
the opposite direction to where Nicky lives. I smile to myself. Shaun
lives in Newlyn Avenue; Nicky told me. That's where they're going. I
turn the other way and walk up to the shops on the corner. Tim's
there waiting for me, just like he said he'd be. We head towards his
house, chatting quietly about how my day went, what teachers I'll be
having, all that sort of thing. Our mums will both be at work until
after five o'clock so we have plenty of time.

We arrive at the house, collect cold drinks from the fridge and make
our way up to Tim's bedroom. Curtains are dawn, school blazers
discarded. We melt into each others arms our lips meeting in a
wonderfully delicate kiss. Oh yes! I'm here, where I belong, with
Tim. I don't know why I feel like that about him; I just do. I've
loved having sex with every guy I've been with, but being with Tim is
just so much better. He makes me feel wanted, makes me feel good
about myself in the way nobody else has. I couldn't even tell you how
he does it; I just know he does. And when it matters, he's there for
me, just like he was on Monday. I want to be there for him too.

Slowly and gently we undress each other. We sit on the bed just in
our underpants, kissing and fondling each other. Tim's dick is steel-
hard and throbbing inside the soft cotton of his briefs. Mine is too.
We pull each other's pants down and lie down on the bed, our bodies
close together, dicks rubbing against each other. My nostrils are
filled with Tim's aroma, the sexiest, most intoxicating smell
possible. Our lips lock together, our tongues engaging in a wonderful
sexy dance. His hands gently massage my back and run over my bum.  I
begin to lick my way down his body, first his left nipple, then his
right, moving down to his tummy button, then down again until his
cock is fully in my mouth. I suck it gently, my lips pushing back his
foreskin, my tongue licking right down the shaft and all over the
small, shiny head. He opens his legs and passes me the KY. I squeeze
some onto my fingers and slowly work it into his bum. My finger hits
that little hard spot. His cock twitches in my mouth.

"Oh yeah!" he moans.

He moves me round so we can do a sixty nine. I hand him the lube.

"You finger me too!" I whisper.

His slimy finger gently pushes its way into my bum. Oh, wow! It's is
so different from the first time he did this. He's not rushing it
this time, just taking it slow, trying to give me that wonderful
tingling feeling that he gets. Very slowly, he pushes in deeper. He
hits the spot. I almost explode, like he stuffed my dick into the
power socket.

"Use two fingers!" he tells me, a note of urgency in his voice.

I do as he says. His cock twitches again, even more violently than it
did before. He doesn't follow suit; he knows I'm not ready yet. I
pull my fingers back an inch or so, then stuff them in again. Another
massive twitch; I'm hardly sucking him at all but he'll cum in no
time if I keep this up. He lets go of my dick.

"Oh Matty!" he gasps. "Oh! I want your cock! Fuck me, Matty! Please!"

He rolls onto his back, pulling his legs up and apart so his knees
are either side of his shoulders. He reaches down and pulls his
cheeks apart, his boy-hole opening up for me. I get onto my knees and
crawl into position, smearing KY onto my dick. I push forward. He
resists for a moment then relaxes and lets me slide into him. I come
to a stop about halfway in. I wait until he gets used to me being
there. He relaxes again. I hold the backs of his thighs, just above
his knees and push down. Very gradually, the rest of my dick
disappears inside him, until my balls collide with his bum.

He smiles up at me. "Oh, Matty! That is awesome! Just go for it!"

The feeling of the tight little sheath that's gripping my cock is
unbelievable. I pull back until only the head is left inside him then
push right in again. I try to keep it slow, try to make it last, but
my dick's in control now and it's having none of it. I fuck him
harder and faster with every stroke until I'm going at it as hard as
my body will let me. He pulls his legs further apart. I push my body
down between them, our mouths meeting in the wildest kiss in history.
Seconds later, his legs are twitching and flailing uncontrollably,
his bum tightening hard around my dick. His cock explodes into life,
his thick creamy cum spurting all over us.

I feel some hit me under the chin. Two more thrusts, maybe three and
I'm there, my spunk squirting over and over into his bum. My balls
ache like someone just put them in a lemon squeezer. Very carefully I
pull out and flop down next to him. He grabs an old towel from under
the bed and cleans us off. We fall back into an unbelievable after-
fuck kiss. Wow! That was the best ever; nothing can feel better than
that did.

                            0 o 0 o 0 o 0

TIM

It's Thursday, mum's early finish; can't bring Matthew home with me
today. Still, that's only one day a week, and anyway, rugby
training's on Thursdays; the doc at the sports clinic says I should
be able to start again in a couple of weeks. I'm certainly not
complaining; now we've got past all that stuff that went on a few
days ago life seems pretty good. Matthew's bounced back really well;
he says that's down to me. It's such a buzz, knowing that he said
that. I just hope he remembers the lessons about keeping himself
safe; I think he will. I breeze in through the kitchen door. Mum's
sitting at the table; the surprise is that Matthew's mum is sitting
there with her.

"Hi mum! Hi Mrs. Cowan!" I say, somewhat taken aback.

"We've just been talking about you and Matthew," mum tells me.

Oh shit! I wasn't expecting this; Matthew never said anything.

"Right, well let's cut to the chase," she says. "From what I've been
told, you and your gang started the usual boys' messing about stuff
then Adam invited Matthew to join in, right?"

"Pretty much, I mean Adam did ask us first."

"Right. Now as far as Adam and Neil are concerned, that's all it is,
messing about, but for you and Matthew it's got a bit more serious.
Correct?"

"Yeah, I guess so. I didn't plan it or anything. Matthew just turned
up on his own one morning. I think Adam was at the dentist. Neil had
gone somewhere with his mum. It just sort of happened."

"Well, you're lucky that Matthew's mum knows what he's like," mum
tells me. "He's got a mind of his own; he's always been the same.
Most mums would be screaming blue murder that you were a dirty
pervert who'd corrupted their little boy."

"Yeah, I know," I say quietly, hardly able to look at them.

"So explain something to me," mum says. "Why has all this been so
different for you than it's been for Neil and Adam?"

"Dunno, really. I mean, they enjoy Matthew getting them off as much
as I do, or at least it seems like that, but when they're on their
own, you know at night and stuff, it's only ever girls they're
thinking about."

"And it's not like that for you?"

"It used to be, sort of, but I knew I liked boys too. Then Matthew
came along, and ."

My voice trails off. It's hard to say that I spent over two weeks
fantasising about Matthew every time I had a wank.

"Okay," mum says quietly. "I think I know what you're saying. I'm
going to tell you something now, but before I do, I want you to
promise you'll never repeat this to anyone, not even Matthew."

I nod my agreement; I really don't have a clue what she's going to
say.

"When I married your dad," she says gently," I loved him to bits and
I still do; we're soulmates. But from the day you were born I knew he
wasn't interested. That's why we've never had any more kids and you
never got the little brother you always wanted. As you started
growing up I saw other boys, like Adam and Neil; their dads were
always there, doing stuff with them, and Jim never was. I knew you
were missing out, but you always seemed happy, you did well at
school, you had nice friends, you did all the things boys are
supposed to do; it seemed like it didn't matter. But I guess it had
to come out sooner or later; these things always do."

Wow! That's a lot to take in; I'd no idea about any of it, not
really. Sure, I know dad's never shown much interest, but I've never
thought that much about it. It's never stopped me doing anything I
wanted to do or anything like that, and it's not like we fight or
argue or anything. I won't breathe a word of this to anyone; this is
really private, family stuff. It's nobody's business but ours.

"So you're okay with me and Matthew being together?" I ask.

"Well," mum says, "I can't say I like the idea much; I think you're
both far too young. I'd have suggested that you shouldn't see each
other for a while, give you both time to get your heads sorted out.
But Rachel says Matthew will just find a way round it; he might go
and find somebody else who doesn't care about him as much as you do."

I look at Matthew's mum. I can't remember hearing her called Rachel
like that before. I know she was big mates with mum when they were at
school, but it still sounds strange.

"How do you know I care about him?" I ask. "I mean, I do, a lot, but
how did you know?"

"Monday afternoon, you just sat there with him snuggled up asleep
right next to you." she says quietly. "You were there for nearly five
hours; you never complained once."

"Oh!" I say, not really getting it. "I never really thought about
it."

"And there was Matthew's reaction as soon as you sat down," she
explains. "I couldn't calm him down; neither could Adam. You appeared
and suddenly everything was okay again. That was when I knew."

"Matthew's helped me a lot, you know, sorting out the way I feel
about things. Over the last few months it just got so confusing; I
thought there must be something wrong with me. Matthew helped me to
understand that it's okay to feel the way I do."

"So d'you think you might grow out of it?" mum asks.

"I don't know," I tell her. "I do still like girls but I haven't met
anyone who makes me feel the way I do when I'm with Matthew. I've
told Matthew I'm bisexual; he's totally cool with it."

"Well, Tim," mum says with an air of resignation. "You've always been
a good boy, so I'm going to have to trust you. I'll just say the same
to you as Matthew's mum said to him; be careful and look after each
other."

"We will, I promise."

So that's it; it's okay for us to be together as long as we keep
quiet about it, but we'd do that anyway. We don't want the other kids
at school knowing; we'd just get too much grief over it. It's none of
their business anyway. Adam's cool with it; Neil is too, although I
don't think he really gets it. So Matthew and I can carry on more or
less as we have been. I'll have to watch out for Peter Wilson poking
his nose in and spreading gossip all over the school. Now he really
is gay! His mum says `he's not like other boys'. She can say that
again! I feel nothing in common with him at all.

                            0 o 0 o 0 o 0

MATTHEW

I've promised myself I'll stop doing stuff behind mum's back, stuff
that would really get her worried if she knew about it, but there's
one last thing I have to do. Well, I guess I don't have to. I haven't
seen David in over a week; I never went last Friday because I didn't
feel like it, and with everything else that's happened I haven't been
since. But I do want to see him one more time, not to have sex, just
to tell him what's happened and why I won't be going there again. I
hope he understands; I think he will.

I walk up the stairs to his flat and ring the bell. I've told mum
that I'm going to Nicky's house; I just hope she doesn't check. After
a few seconds David opens the door; he seems surprised to see me.

"Matthew!" he says, smiling warmly at me as I step inside. "I've been
wondering where you'd got to! I'd almost given up on seeing you
again!"

I've practised this in my head, what I'm going to say and all that.

"I won't be stopping," I say quietly. "I just wanted to tell you
what's been going on."

He hesitates for a second.

"Okay, well at least come into the living room; it's a bit more
comfortable in there."

I follow him through. He sits on the sofa; I sit in the armchair
facing him. I could have sat next to him, but that might have made
things difficult. I tell him about what I've been doing for the past
few weeks. He sits there without saying a word.

"When I heard about that kid getting fucked in the woods, it suddenly
hit me," I tell him. "With all the stuff |I've been doing, it could
have been me. That's why I didn't come round last Friday; I just felt
sick."

"Yeah, I can understand that," he says quietly. "You were taking a
big risk when you went with me; I realised that at the time."

I carry on and tell him about Monday afternoon. He looks horrified.

"Matthew, I'm so sorry," he whispers. "That must have been a terrible
experience."

"Yeah, Neil and Adam are heroes; if it hadn't been for them I'd
probably be dead." I pause for a second. "There's one other thing; me
and Tim. We've got really close; we're sort of boyfriends, I guess."

"So this is it, then?"

"Yes; it's not that I think you did anything bad or anything like
that; you helped me a lot, especially when I had, you know, that
problem. But ."

"You've moved on," he says, filling in the words I couldn't find.

"Yes. Mum knows about me and Tim and she's okay with it. She likes
Tim; she says that she'd rather I was with him than . you know. She
thinks if I'm with Tim I won't be doing stupid things."

He smiles. "Such as getting picked up by guys like me."

"Yeah, I guess."

"Well thanks for coming to tell me; I'm sure most kids wouldn't have
even bothered. I'll miss you lots, of course I will; having you here
these past few weeks has been amazing, but you're doing the right
thing. It sounds like you and Tim have got a really nice thing going,
so make the most of it."

He walks me back to the front door. He puts his arms round me and
kisses me on the forehead.

"Goodbye, Matthew," he whispers, "and thanks for everything. I'll
never forget you, however long I live for. Take care of yourself, and
your mum, and that boyfriend of yours."

He opens the front door and I'm gone. Trotting down the stairs and
out into the evening sunshine I feel like I'm on a cloud. David made
it so easy for me; in a way I'm sorry I won't be seeing him again,
but I'm doing the right thing; he said it himself. I smile to myself;
I won't forget him either.