Date: Mon, 02 Apr 2007 20:23:21 +0000
From: pinkpanther2@hotmail.co.uk
Subject: 'July Through September' Chapter 25.
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TWENTY FIVE
IAN
Tuesday morning, Mum and dad have already left; Billy and I are
pottering around in the kitchen, finishing breakfast and easing our
way into the day.
"I said I'd walk to school with Gary Robertson this morning," Billy
tells me. "You don't mind, do you?"
"No, of course not."
"See you later then," he says brightly; gives me a big grin and makes
his way out of the front door. Gary's in the same tutor group as
Billy and lives just round the corner; he's a good kid too. I'm
pleased that Billy's making friends so quickly. If we hung out
together at school people would soon realise something was going on,
so we don't. Somehow it makes the time that we do have together that
much more special. A few minutes later the doorbell rings. I open it
to find Mark standing there, the same as usual.
"I owe you an apology," he says as we head out into the pale morning
sunshine. "Remember when we played Auckliffe and their coach was
perving on us?"
"Yeah?"
"Then afterwards we saw him drive out and you thought it might have
been the guy, you know, that we saw coming out of the woods?"
"Yeah?"
"Well it was. Yesterday after school I had training with the Malston
Schools' soccer squad. A few of the Auckliffe team were there, you
know, the goalkeeper Gavin and couple of others. They told me. Their
team's almost fallen apart over it. Some of the parents won't let
their kids play for the team any more. They just about scraped a team
together for the match on Sunday; they lost 4-0. Sorry, I should have
listened to you."
I feel the colour draining from my face. This is one time that I
would have been happier if I'd been wrong. While he was looking at us
he was probably thinking about what he'd like to be doing with us,
probably the same thing he did to Billy. That is sick! Scary too, to
think we were that close to the guy. We complete our walk in virtual
silence.
0 o 0 o 0 o 0
IAN
Third period is our first gym and fitness lesson. We've got Mr.
Griffiths; we call him Dai, though I don't think that's his real
name. He's definitely Welsh though and a Rugby fanatic, not that I
hold that against him. He's hard but fair, with a good sense of
humour. As long as you try your best he's okay. We quickly get
changed and head into the gym.
"Right, lads," he tells us. "We're going to do half an hour of
exercises and then you'll do a circuit of the cross-country course."
There are groans from some of the overweight kids, but it won't do
them any good, they'll have to do it just the same. He eases us into
the exercises, nothing too strenuous to begin with. Gradually the
exercises get a bit harder. Mark, Jerome Campbell and Richard
Maitland do them all superbly. I'm not bad; I struggle a bit with
some of the upper-body exercises but that's `cause I'm so slim. Dad
says that will sort itself out as I get older. Shaun seems to be
doing okay too, certainly much better than he was at playing soccer.
Finally it's time for our run. I always look forward to this; it's
one of the few things where I can beat Mark, and everyone else for
that matter. I ran the course in nine minutes twenty five seconds the
last time we did it, which was back before Easter. I wonder what I'll
be able to manage today.
We set off from the highest point on the school field and run
steadily downhill for just under half a mile. After the initial
charge the field starts to spread out. By the time we've run the
first quarter mile I've usually only got Mark for company. Jerome's a
good sprinter but he's useless over longer distances; Richard just
isn't a runner. After that I can just run comfortably until we start
to run back up the hill at the end, then I just pull away. Today's
different though; Shaun's with us too and he's running right on my
shoulder. Instinctively, I push the pace on a bit. It doesn't seem to
bother Shaun too much, but I can sense that right behind us Mark's
hanging on. At the bottom of the field we turn into Keeper's Wood,
following a track that runs for a little over half a mile and brings
us back onto the field about fifty yards away from where we left it.
Mark finds running on the rough, uneven track pretty difficult, so
I've never have to run that hard through here, but Shaun seems to
love it. By the time we've run another hundred yards Mark's off the
back. That leaves just me and Shaun. After the rain we've had over
the past week or so the track's pretty muddy in places. It doesn't
bother him at all; he just ploughs right through it, matching me
stride for stride. Wow! This is quick!
We leave the track and turn back onto the school field. It's uphill
all the way now, not steep, but still very demanding at the end of
the run. I'm good at this though; it's time to make it count. I dig
in, determined to shake him off. He's obviously tired too, but he's
still with me. I keep pushing, but he's stuck to my shoulder like
someone glued him there. Two hundred yards to go, my legs are
screaming and my chest feels like it's on fire. I'm not giving up
though and neither is Shaun. Standing at the finish, Dai Griffiths is
shouting encouragement. I'm desperately tired, just running from
memory. Very slowly the finish gets closer; a hundred yards, eighty,
seventy. Shaun's right alongside me; he glances across. In a flash he
sprints away, leaving me trailing behind. As I cross the line,
Shaun's waiting for me, hand outstretched.
"Well done, mate!" he says quietly. "Great run, I really enjoyed
that."
I sink down onto the grass. I've never run that hard in my life!
Mark's coming up the hill, finishing over twenty seconds behind us.
Shaun stands at the finish and shakes his hand too, then the two of
them flop down next to me as we wait for the rest of the group to
come in. Mark looks even more shattered than me. Shaun ran the course
in eight minutes fifty one seconds; I was three seconds behind. I've
run over half a minute faster than I have before and lost. No wonder
Dai Griffiths was impressed. Five minutes later everyone's back.
"Okay lads!" Mr Griffiths announces. "Back to the changing room,
strip off and straight in the showers! No excuses, mind!"
We troop back into the changing room and start to peel our kit off.
We never had a shower after games last Thursday because the pitch was
pretty dry and anyway it was our last class of the day. Today, after
running through the woods we really need one. Nobody cheats, even
though Dai Griffiths never watches us go through the showers; he has
ways of spotting kids who haven't showered, he has ways of dealing
with them too. I don't mind having a shower anyway; it's no big deal
as far as I'm concerned.
I'm just getting dry when Shaun emerges from the shower with a raging
hard-on.
"Oh look!" Olly Jackson chortles. "The new kid's got a stiffy!"
"Shut up, Olly!" I snap at him.
"Why? Is he your boyfriend?" he sneers.
I could thump him on the nose, but that would not be a good idea; I'd
get excluded from school for three days and mum and dad would not be
pleased. I'd be grounded for at least a week and have my pocket money
stopped. The stupid little smart-arse isn't worth that sort of
trouble, but I've hesitated and lost the moment. Some of the other
boys are sniggering. Olly just loves that! I'm kicking myself for
letting him get away with it. An unexpected voice intervenes.
"He told you to shut up," Mark says calmly. "Now I'm telling you to
shut up. D'you want to argue?"
The sniggering stops; the whole changing room is totally silent. Olly
doesn't want to argue, of course; there isn't a kid in our year that
would.
"So remind us, Olly," Mark continues, "where did you finish in that
run just now?"
Olly doesn't answer.
"Oh, I remember, it was last." Mark announces.
Some of the other kids start giggling; Olly's fighting back the
tears; he hates being reminded how useless he is.
"You're very clever when you're dishing it out, aren't you, Olly?"
Mark asks pointedly. "It's not so nice when you're on the receiving
end, is it?"
He strolls back to his clothes and starts to get dressed. I'm
gobsmacked. Mark stays out of other kids' arguments; he doesn't like
to get involved. Dai Griffiths appears from the staff changing room.
"You hear that, Oliver Jackson?" he barks. "If you can't take it,
don't dish it out!"
He turns to Mark. "You grew a tongue from somewhere, Mark Lawlor!" he
says approvingly. "I was beginning to think you hadn't got one." He
clears his throat. "Right, lads! Get yourselves dressed, quietly now!
Go when you're ready!"
Wow! Something really special just happened. When I really needed
him, Mark was there for me, for Shaun too. It reminds me that he's
best mate I could ever have, if I didn't already know it. It's told
me something else too. He knows about me and Billy, not that we've
talked about it. He's just let me know that he's okay with it.
0 o 0 o 0 o 0
BILLY
It's time for bed, my favourite time of day. I mean, life has really
looked up since I you know what happened, all of it's pretty good
just now, better than it ever used to be, but this is our special
time, me and Ian, when we can do whatever we want. So we're on his
bed, snogging, my tongue's in his mouth and his is in mine. It feels
amazing! I rest my head on his tummy and take his hard, slim cock
into my mouth. Before I started renting I'd never have dreamed I'd
get into sucking other kids' cocks, but with Ian I just can't get
enough of it. I slide my hand down between his legs; he pulls his
knees up a bit and guides my fingers right onto his bumhole. I
massage him very gently, my index finger making small circles around
his pucker.
"Oh, wow!" he breathes! "Billy! That feels wicked!"
He takes my hand again, placing my middle finger right onto his hole.
After what happened to me, I'm very nervous about this; the last
thing I want to do is to hurt him. I tickle it, not really trying to
push in.
"Mmmm! Mmmm!!" he moans, pulling his knees up a bit further to make
it easier for me.
I open the drawer of his bedside cabinet. There's a tube of KY that
his dad put there for him. That's weird; very cool but weird all the
same. It's the first time we've used it. I squeeze some onto my
fingers. I put my index finger right onto his hole and push. For a
moment or two nothing happens, then he relaxes and my finger slides
in to the first knuckle.
"Oooh yeah!" he gasps. "Push it further in!"
I do as he says. My finger hits a hard, knobbly thing inside his bum;
his cock twitches wildly, the tip hitting the roof of my mouth.
"Oooh, Billy! Do it! Please!"
I pull my finger back then stuff it in again.
"Ohh! Oh, oh yeah!!" he moans, his muscles all tensing up.
I grab his right hand a place it on the back of my head. Within
seconds I'm into a rhythm, sucking his cock and finger-fucking his
bum. He's going wild, his head thrown right back, his breathing
ragged and noisy. I know he's close.
"Uhhh! Uhhh!!" he gasps. "I'm gonna cum! Nnnng! Nnnngg!
Aaarrrggghhh!!!"
He doesn't disappoint, several volleys of his spunk squirting hard
into my mouth. I gulp it down, making sure I don't miss a single
drop. Slowly and carefully I let him go. We lie snuggled up together
while he gets his breath back. I'm expecting him to return the
favour, same as usual, but he has other ideas.
"Kneel across my chest!" he whispers.
I get onto my knees and straddle him; He puts the pillow behind his
head and pushes himself up on his elbows, so my cock's pointing right
at his mouth. He licks his lips, opening his mouth to invite me in. I
crawl forward, his warm wet mouth closing round my cock. He takes my
hands, placing them on either side of his head; he holds me around
the thighs, his fingers gripping me just below my bum. This is
unreal; I can hardly believe he wants this, but I'm not complaining.
I set to work, fucking his mouth like it was going out of fashion.
After getting such a buzz sucking him off, there's no way I'm going
to last long. After barely a minute my balls go tight, my spunk
ripping through my cock and spurting over and over into his waiting
mouth. After a few seconds I ease my way out from between his lips
and sink back onto his tummy. As soon as I've got my breath back I
climb off him and flop down onto the bed. He rolls over on top of me,
our mouths meeting in a major lip-lock. Then I taste it; my spunk
running from his mouth to mine. Oh fuck! That is so wild!
It's pretty funny too; I guess people might not be surprised at a kid
like me, but Ian's a nice kid from a really great family, does well
in school and all the rest of it; looks so sweet and innocent too.
Then we go to bed and he's up for just about anything. His mum and
dad are cool about him being gay, but I'm sure even they'd be shocked
if they knew what a total horn-dog he is. And how much further will
he want us to go? I'm not totally sure, but I can have a very good
guess.
0 o 0 o 0 o 0
IAN
We're three weeks into term. Things are still going well. The only
real problem has been about homework. Billy just isn't used to doing
it; he's not stupid but he's way behind where he ought to be. Dad's
been brilliant with him, helping, encouraging; even dealing with a
few tears and tantrums when Billy's got really frustrated. But he
always insists that the work has to be done and done properly, and it
always is. Billy will come back to our room beaming with pride when
he's done something he thought he couldn't do. Other times he comes
back a bit shame-faced when he's given dad a hard time. I know he
appreciates how patient dad's been. I can see the difference too.
He's more confident, getting used to what's expected of him, feeling
more like part of the family, I guess. It seems to be working.
It's been good for me too. I know I've got to set the right example,
about doing homework, doing chores around the house, everything. I
promised mum and dad I wouldn't let them down and I won't. It's
funny; the chores I always used to hate just seem to fly past when
Billy and I are doing them together. Of course, our nights together
have been the highlight. It's not that we stay up having sex for
hours, not usually anyway. Most nights it's all over in half an hour,
but somehow it's everything we need it to be. I sleep like a log
afterwards; it seems like Billy does too. There have been a couple of
nights when mum and dad have gone out for the evening, like last
Friday. Then we can really go to town! Once they were out of the
house we got straight down to it; we were at it for about three
hours. It was awesome!
We haven't gone all the way yet, but we will soon. I really want to
have him inside me, but I'm pretty scared too; I know it's going to
hurt. I want to be really well prepared before we do it. Last Friday
was the first time Billy got two fingers up there. I was a bit sore
afterwards, but it was okay. He's done that four times now and it's
definitely getting easier. I'll be ready for him soon. He seems
pretty surprised that I want him to do that; to be honest I am too,
but I just do.
We just finished another wonderful session. Billy sucked my cock and
fingered my bum; after I'd cum he straddled my chest and fucked my
mouth. I love Billy so much; meeting him has totally changed my life.
I slip my boxers back on and slide into bed.
"Goodnight Billy," I say quietly, turning out the bedside light.
"Goodnight bruv!" he whispers.
0 o 0 o 0 o 0
IAN
Something's happening! What's going on? What's that noise? Sounds
like somebody crying, screaming almost. Now I'm awake. Somebody is
crying; it's Billy. Oh, fuck! He's having a nightmare, just like Mrs
Sharp warned us about. I flick on the light. Billy's crying and
writhing about, wrestling with the duvet. I'm out of bed and across
the room in a second. I kneel down by his bed; I want so much to put
my arms round him, but Mrs Sharp said not do that until he wakes up,
it could frighten him even more.
"Billy! Billy!" I say in a loud whisper right in his ear. "It's me;
Ian! It's okay, you're safe now; nobody's going to hurt you!"
"Aaaggghhh!!" he groans.
Suddenly he's facing me, his eyes open. Perspiration is running off
him.
"I'm sorry!" he mumbles. "He was there and he was doing it and I was
trying to get away and I couldn't ." He bursts into tears. I stroke
his hair; he's been sweating so much it's quite damp. It reminds me
why he's here; things have gone so well these last few weeks I'd
almost forgotten how we got together like this.
"Just let it out, Billy," I whisper. "I'm here."
It's two or three minutes before he stops sobbing. He looks at me,
his eyes all red.
"Can I come and sleep with you in your bed? he asks.
"Yeah, no problem," I tell him.
I lead him across to my bed, settle him in and get in beside him.
It's a bit of a tight squeeze, like that matters. A minute later he's
fast asleep in my arms. In a way, this is the most special thing I've
ever done. Billy really needed me just now; I was there for him and
that's more important than anything.