Date: Thu, 29 Mar 2007 18:51:32 +0000
From: Pink Panther <pinkpanther2@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: 'July Through September' chapter 24

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                             TWENTY FOUR

IAN

There's a new boy in our tutor group. His name's Shaun; he's in just
about all of my classes too. He seems a nice kid, very quiet, just
gets on with his work. He's very shy; he told me that they used to
live near Coventry and they've moved to be nearer to his dad's work,
but that's about it. The first lunchtime I asked him if he wanted to
have a kick-about with me and Mark and a few of the other boys, but
he said no thanks. Yesterday afternoon I found out why. It was our
first games lesson and we played soccer; I was one of the team
captains. Shaun looks sort of quite athletic so I picked him for my
team. That was a definite mistake; he can't kick a ball, seems a bit
scared of contact too. Oh, well; it doesn't matter.

Friday lunchtime and Mark's gone off to band practice. He plays drums
in the school band. I don't know too much about music, but I know
he's good; most of the kids in the band are years older than he is.
After I've finished my lunch, I look around to see where Shaun is but
he's obviously gone off somewhere. I join the rest of the gang for
our usual kick-about not thinking too much about it. The bell goes
for the end of the lunch period. We gather our things together and
head back inside for our afternoon classes. As I arrive outside the
door of our French class, Mark and Shaun appear together, laughing
and joking. For the first time since he arrived, Shaun isn't looking
nervous, like something terrible is about to happen; he actually
looks happy to be here. Mark is talking in a very animated way.
Mark's a great kid, but most of the time he's not a talker. The only
things he can talk about are soccer and music. Well it wouldn't be
soccer, so I'm guessing Shaun must be in the band too. He never said
anything, but I guess I shouldn't have expected him to.

The school day ends and we've the weekend to look forward to. Shaun
says his goodbyes, directed mainly to Mark; it seems I was right
about him being in the school band. I'm pleased for both of them.
Mark loves talking about music; but there's not been anyone in our
year who was anywhere near his level. It seems like Shaun will fit
the bill perfectly. He'll help Shaun settle in and feel part of
things, and that will be good too. Mark and I head out of the school
gate.

"So Shaun's in the band, then?" I ask.

"Yeah! Good player!" Mark says enthusiastically.

"What does he play?"

"Guitar; we never had a guitarist before. He's good, man! You've seen
how shy he is; well, it's like when he's playing he turns into
someone else. We started off playing a tune he's never played before.
He just read the part; never made a mistake. There's nobody else in
the band that can sight-read like that. Then we played `Watermelon
Man', you know, the tune you like? Mr. Greenway asked him to take a
solo. He was awesome! I've never played with anyone that good
before."

"Really? You wouldn't expect that, would you? He seems so quiet."

"Yeah, but that's it," Mark says thoughtfully. "He doesn't talk about
it; just gets on and does it."

"He's like you then?" I say, grinning at him.

"Yeah, I guess."

We head home without much more conversation, each of us busy with our
own thoughts. Sure, Billy's my boyfriend now and I love him more than
I can tell you, but Mark is still my best mate. In lots of ways I
really look up to him. He's a worker, an achiever, always trying to
improve at whatever he does. I try to match him as much as I can. In
class I just about manage it; at most other things I don't even come
close.

                            0 o 0 o 0 o 0

SHAUN

The first three days at my new school has gone better than I could
have hoped. The kids I'm in class with seem okay, as far as I can
tell. Nobody's given me a hard time, not yet anyway. One of the boys
in my tutor group has gone out of his way to be friendly. His name's
Ian. He's not been pushy at all; just let me know I was welcome to
join in stuff with him and his mates. I'm certainly not complaining;
he is stunningly cute. I wouldn't mind having him as my boyfriend if
I hadn't already got one; he is well fit! The way he's been so
friendly make me wonder if he might be gay too. The problem is that
Ian and his mates are all soccer mad and I'm totally useless, so I
don't get to spend that much time with them. I guess it probably
means that I'm wrong thinking that he might be gay.

One bonus was finding that Ian's best mate Mark is in the school
band. We're the only two kids from our year; most of the other guys
are three or four years older than us. Mark's quiet like me; doesn't
talk much. He's a good player though; doesn't do anything fancy, just
keeps it really solid. That's good for kids our age; most young
drummers are useless. We've already chatted about getting together to
work on stuff. I'd like that; he seems like a really good kid. It's
pretty obvious that the other boys respect him a lot.

Then there's the `other thing'. I was so lucky to meet Nicky at the
swimming pool the way I did. He's really cute too; not as stunning as
Ian, but very nice all the same, and he's so sexy! I can't believe
someone his age knows so much; twelve months ago I didn't have a clue
about any of it. Of course, he did tell me that his older cousin
showed him when he was on holiday. Even so, it's still pretty
amazing. I was a bit nervous the first time he wanted me to play with
his bum, but now we've done it a couple of times I really enjoy it.
The thing is, I'm wondering how far he's going to want to us to go.
Is he going to want me to stuff my dick up there? Did he do that with
his cousin? He's not said anything, but I've got a feeling that he
may well have done. Wow! That's a bit scary but really exciting. I'm
not going to push it though in case I'm wrong; I don't want to ruin
everything.

After the first day at school Nicky came home with me. Mum was at the
office and dad was working on a recording session so I had the house
to myself. It was wicked! Kissing, sucking, fondling, me sticking my
finger up Nicky's bum; it was awesome. It seems like Nicky really
likes me too; he never stops telling me what a great body I've got
and how beautiful my cock is. It's such a buzz, hearing him say stuff
like that. I guess I'm not bad looking but I'm nowhere near as fit as
him and Ian. I was walking on air for hours afterwards. Mum thought
it was the first day at the new school I was so excited about. If
only she knew!

We haven't had chance to do it again though. Last night dad was doing
a late night gig in London so he didn't leave the house until after
we'd had tea. Tonight he's playing at a small jazz club about twenty
miles away, so he'll still be at home when I get back from school.
I've arranged for Nicky to come over tomorrow afternoon. Mum and dad
will be about, of course, but Nicky says if the weather's okay we can
go into the woods at the back of the park about half a mile away. I
was a bit nervous about that after what happened there last week, but
he says it will be okay now that they've caught the guy.

                            0 o 0 o 0 o 0

SHAUN

Nicky arrives about two o'clock. It's great to see him again; I don't
really get a chance to hang out with him at school. He is so cute! I
introduce him to mum and dad. As usual, dad's polite but takes no
interest at all; I don't think he cares who I hang out with. Mum does
though. I tell her that we met at the pool; I can't think of any
reason not to. We chat to her for several minutes about this and
that. I think she likes him. He's polite and intelligent; he speaks
several languages too, which impresses her.

"Mum, is it okay if we meet up with some of Nicky's mates; just hang
out for the afternoon? I ask eventually.

We're sent on our way with the reminder that I have to back by half
past five. That gives us more than enough time. We step out into the
sunshine. It's a warm, late summer day; it should be just perfect for
going to the woods. I've never actually been there before; I've been
into the park but not that part. Nicky leads the way. There are lots
of people about, playing soccer, flying kites, all sorts of things.
Maybe this isn't going work out the way Nicky said; we can't start
doing stuff with people all over the place.

"Don't worry," Nicky says, appearing to read my thoughts. "It'll be
cool; it's really quiet where we're going."

We walk around the lake to the bottom of what he calls the sandy
hill. Following the track from there takes us right into the woods.
After a couple of minutes we branch off the main track onto a narrow
path. Suddenly we're all alone, like there's nobody else for miles.
Wow! I like this!

"Nearly there!" Nicky says, grinning at me.

He turns off the path. We drop down a small bank then push past some
thick bushes into a small space, totally hidden from anyone walking
along the path barely ten feet away. He was right; this is well cool.

"Okay, let's strip off!" he whispers.

I'm still a bit nervous, but I'm as horny as hell; I've waited three
whole days for this. We pull off our tee-shirts; shoes and socks are
quickly discarded. Nicky grins at me, reaching out and to undo the
button at the top of my cargo shorts. He pulls down the zip; they
fall around my ankles, leaving me standing there just in my boxers.
Now it's my turn. Nicky's wearing board shorts. I undo the drawstring
and gently pull them down. He's got boxers on too. There's a hard
bulge at the front. I put my hand there, feeling his stiff little
cock throbbing against the soft material like it was begging to be
let out. Well, it won't have to wait much longer!

I lean forwards, wrapping my arms around Nicky's back. Our mouths
meet in a beautiful, delicate kiss. Oh fuck! This is so awesome! Just
a few weeks ago I would never have believed I'd be doing this;
meeting another boy and wanking each other off was as far as my sex-
fantasies ever went. Nicky's hands are going everywhere, down my
back, over my bum, the backs of my legs. I guess mine are doing much
the same. A hand pushes between us, delicate fingers running over the
front of my underwear. My cock twitches violently. The fingers move
to the waistband of my shorts, tugging them down. This is so wild!
Instinctively I return the favour, pulling Nicky's boxers down to his
knees. He shuffles about so that they fall around his ankles and
steps out of them. He looks pretty cute dressed; naked he is totally
gorgeous!

I pull my shorts right off. We get down onto the grass without even
breaking our kiss. I guess it's not as comfortable as it would be on
my bed, but I don't even notice. Our tongues are wrestling, his in my
mouth and mine in his. I take in a deep breath, savouring his smell,
the smell of a cute, horny boy, the sexiest, most beautiful smell in
the whole world. Nicky can't keep his hands off my cock, running his
fingers all over the shaft and delicately massaging the smooth, shiny
head. It's so exciting I hardly know where I am. After several
minutes our mouths separate. Nicky's eyes are sparkling.

"Are we going to suck each other?" I ask.

"A bit uncomfortable to do that here," he whispers. "You do me first,
then I'll do you."

I move around so that I'm kneeling between his legs. I hold the base
of his stiff cock, gently pulling it away from his body, and begin to
lick it. He retrieves the tube of gel from the pocket of his board
shorts and passes it to me. I know what he wants. I squeeze some onto
my right index finger. He pulls his knees up so I can see his bum-
hole. I work my finger around his pucker then push it right in.

"Oooh, yeah!" he gasps.

I take his cock into my mouth and begin to suck. It's less than four
inches long, I can get right down on it and lick his balls at the
same time. I lick my way slowly back up, gently withdrawing my finger
until only the tip is still inside him. I hold my position for
several seconds, my tongue going to work on the small purple head.
Suddenly I plunge right back down again, driving my finger hard into
his bum at the same time.

"Ohh!" he moans. "Oh, that is awesome! Use two fingers!"

I slowly pull out my index finger so I can lube up the middle one as
well. Very gently, I push them both into him. His bum tightens for a
second then relaxes. I get back down on his cock, sucking harder,
sucking faster; I want his spunk in my mouth so I can swallow it
again. As I push my fingers into his bum I slightly twist them round.
Nicky's off on another planet somewhere, his head thrown back, his
fingers clawing at the ground, his breathing shallow and raspy. I
redouble my efforts, sucking him and fingering him like my life
depended on it. Moments later, all his muscles go tight, his bum
clamping hard around my fingers. His cock jumps into life, squirting
its little jets of boy-juice onto my tongue. I keep sucking and
licking till he begins to subside. Certain that I've got it all, I
gulp it down and gently let him go.

"How was that?" I ask, licking my lips.

"Fuckin' amazing!" he says, still gasping for breath. He breathes out
hard. "Stand up!" he tells me.

I do as he says. He gets onto his knees. I feed my cock into his
waiting mouth until he's got it all, the tip touching the back of his
throat. I expect him to start sucking but he doesn't. Then it hits
me. Wow! He wants me to fuck his mouth! I set to work, putting my
left hand onto the back of his head to steady myself. The firm grip
of Nicky's lips and the warm wetness of his mouth are driving me
insane. Fuck! This is so hot! I'm going at it like a wild animal. In
less than a minute my whole body starts shaking. With my free hand I
grab a nearby branch just to keep myself upright. Spunk surges
through my cock, exploding repeatedly into his mouth. He swallows it
down without losing a single drop. I ease myself backwards,
extracting my super-sensitive cock from between his lips. I feel
totally drained. I sink back down next to him; our mouths meet in
another passionate kiss. I've spent months fantasising about finding
a boy who'd want to have sex with me. Well now I have, and it's way
better than I ever dreamed of. Nicky's mine and I'm his; it's all I
could ever ask for.

Slowly, reluctantly we get back into our clothes. I check my watch;
it's quarter past three. We make our way back to the path and out of
the woods until we reach the lake.

"Let's sit here for a bit," Nicky suggests, pointing to a vacant
bench, actually just a plank of wood on top of a couple of posts.

We sit down. "I've asked Matthew and Tim to meet us here at half
past," he says quietly. "They're gay too. Matthew is the mate I told
you about and Tim's his boyfriend."

"Oh, right!" I say, smiling back at him. "That's cool. Somehow it's
nice to know that it isn't just us!"

"Yeah," he says, grinning at me. "I think so too. I was really
worried after I came back from holiday that I wouldn't find anyone,
you know . Well it wasn't long before I found out Matty was gay, but
he'd already got Tim, and although Tim's really cool about it, it
just didn't feel right. Then you came along!"

He gives me the most beautiful smile I've ever seen. Having a cute
kid like him look at me like that is the biggest buzz of all.

"What are they like?" I ask.

"Don't know Tim all that well, he's older than us; he's a good kid
though. I've been mates with Matty all through junior school; he's
really cool. I think they're good for each other. Matty's a great
kid, really clever and that, but he's a bit wild; he does stupid
things. A few weeks ago he let this older guy pick him up at the
swimming pool. They came here and had sex, you know, where we just
did it. That's scary, man! Tim's sort of quiet and sensible; he'll
look after him."

"Sounds nice," I say quietly.

"They're here!" he whispers, nodding towards the path around the
lake.

Just over a hundred yards away, two boys dressed in soccer kit are
heading towards us. One is very slim and quite dark with almost black
hair. The other boy is a fair as his friend is dark, a fraction
taller and not as slim. From what Nicky's told me I'm guessing that
must be Tim. As they get closer I recognise the dark-haired boy. He
came out of school with Nicky on the first day of term, the day Nicky
came to my house. With that collar length dark hair and big brown
eyes he's almost as fit as Ian. He looks even hotter dressed like
this too. The shorts he's got on are at least two sizes too small,
exposing a good part of his long slim legs. He's tall for his age,
just about the same height as me. Tim's fit too; not as striking as
Matthew, but definitely fit.

Nicky makes the introductions. We wander around the lake and sit down
on the grass a few yards from the water's edge, far enough away from
other people that we won't be overheard. To anyone walking past we
look like four ordinary kids hanging out together in the afternoon
sun. I feel like the ugly duckling, sitting with these guys, but
Nicky obviously doesn't think that, so what does it matter?

"There's a boy in my tutor group that I thought might be gay," I say
casually, "but it turns out he's mad on soccer, so I guess he isn't."

Tim shrugs and breaks off a long stalk of grass. "I don't know why
people think like that," he says. "I'm on the school rugby team, or
at least I will be when my knees are better. People seem to think
that if you're gay you must be really girly. There's a kid lives
across the road from me who's like that, but we're not, not any of
us."

I like Tim, he's caring and thoughtful, just like Nicky said. I like
Matthew too, but I can see the wild streak in him; it's in his eyes.
He is stunningly fit though! They get to their feet.

"Well, as you guys have finished with the den, we're going to head
over there," Matthew announces.

"I hope you've left it tidy!" Tim says, giving us an evil grin.

I watch as they disappear into the woods, wondering of they're going
to have as awesome a time as we did. I hope they do. I feel totally
at peace. All the doubts and fears I had when I knew we were moving
have totally gone. I look across at Nicky; meeting him has been like
having all my birthdays at once. Is this the best day of my life? I'm
not sure, but it has to come close.