Date: Sat, 04 Dec 1999 17:27:35 PST
From: The Platypus <the_platypus@hotmail.com>
Subject: wrong shaped balls part2

Proper shaped balls II.  (b/b mast, M/b NS)

Thanks to all those who wrote praising part one - you're all wonderful, and
have such good taste!  ;o)

This one's for you.

Sorry this one's taken so long to arrive, but I got kind of side tracked in
the middle when the story went, well, read on and you'll find out!


Disclaimers:

This story contains descriptions of a fully consenting sexual relationship
between young boys, and/or a young boy and an adult male.  As ever, the
characters in this story are not real, the subject may offend, and you
should not read this if you are below the legal age for such material
wherever you are in the world.

No attempt is made to recreate accents here - I'll leave that up to you
guys!

Any rugby teams featured bear no resemblance to genuine teams or their
performance, except maybe what I'd wish would happen - this is FICTION
unfortunately!!

As ever, I'd welcome any constructive criticism, or better yet
encouragement! :o) Flames, on the other hand are a waste of resources, so
please don't send 'em to me

Enjoy

The Platypus

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Proper shaped balls part two: a forward kind of boy?

  Pete found that occasionally, during the evening, his mind kept returning
to that afternoon's events.  He found himself looking forward to Sunday's
practice even more than last weeks, the first of the new season.  It wasn't
just that Chaz was cute, and he was definitely that, how he wished he'd had
the nerve to touch his beautiful feet...but no, that would have been wrong.
Anything that happened he'd have to make sure Chaz wanted it to happen.  No
matter how much Pete wished otherwise.  But did he really want to take it
further?  Why not be content, as he always, had with being able to just
look at them?  Yes, he'd have to do that, Pete decided.

  Saturday morning flew by until match time.  The first fixture of the new
season was a home match, and they actually had a pleasant, sunny morning.
Now that was unheard of, and just had to be a good sign!  Witney's pack had
a distinct weight advantage, and made it tell in the first half, taking a
twenty point to nil lead into the break, though their kicker was
substituted off with a slight injury leaving the kicking to Pete for the
second half.  The opposition rallied slightly at the start of the second
half, with a soft try being conceded when their scrum half broke away with
good support that Pete couldn't do much about.  That was enough to
galvanise Witney again though, and Pete put another try and two penalties
over in the next fifteen minutes.  The game quieted, with play shifting up
and down the park with no real advantage to either side until the final
minute.  Witney took the ball on their own twenty-two and launched a
flowing back move with Pete touching down between the posts for the final
score that he converted to finish the game.  The small crowd went fairly
wild, Witney's best game in a couple of seasons, the team couldn't ask for
a better start to the season!  As the players left the field, a small hand
grabbed Pete's jersey, and heard an unmistakable voice.

  "Bloody brilliant!  Two tries and man are you good with that boot!"  Chaz
was grinning almost from ear to ear as he beamed up at Pete.  "Wish I could
kick like that!"

  "Hey Chaz!  Wasn't bad, was it?!"  Pete grinned back.  He looked round
but couldn't see Pete's folks around.  "Your folks not here?"

  "Nah, mum's stuck at home.  The cooker stopped working this morning, and
she's waiting for a repair man, and doing more painting."  Chaz seemed a
little deflated, but rapidly shook it off.

  "Look, I've got to go shower, I'll see you here tomorrow for practice,
ten sharp, okay kiddo!."  Chaz started to wander off, waving 'bye.  Pete
thought for a second, "Chaz, tell your mum, if she'd like to, you're both
welcome to come over for dinner, say about seven, save her struggling with
the cooker."

  "Cool, thanks Pete, I'll tell her, and 'phone you later, okay!"  Chaz
cycled off.

  Later that afternoon, Pete was thinking hard about why he'd made the
offer.  Was he just being neighbourly?  He really wasn't at all sure.  The
more he saw of Chaz, the more he wanted to get to know him better, but that
unnerved him.



Meanwhile, over in their house, Chaz was lying on his bed, thinking.  He'd
'phoned Pete a few hours earlier, after his mum agreed to go for dinner.
In fact, she seemed to be looking forward to it.  He was glad.  She seemed
to be doing better now they'd moved here, more cheerful again.  He knew she
missed his dad as much as he did, but now she seemed to have moved on a
bit.  The new house was turning out okay, though he didn't much like the
smell of all this painting!  He looked round his new room, which he'd now
just about got comfortable.  His stuff was all pretty much where he wanted
it, though he wanted some new posters and stuff for the plain white walls.
Yeah, all in all, it was pretty good here in Witney.

  Most of the guys at school seemed to be all right, and he reckoned he
could probably escape the attentions of the two clowns without too much
trouble.  He was making a few friends in his class, though he was missing
his mates back in Brisbane, especially Geoff, he thought, smiling at the
memories.



  Geoff was only three months older than him, and had lived almost exactly
behind Chaz's house, and their back yards had run into each other.  The
boys had first become friends about age three, when Chaz's parents had
moved in.  The two boys grew up together almost sharing each others houses,
and doing practically everything they could together.  They'd learnt to
ride bikes, played rugby, built tree houses, occasionally fought, learnt to
swim, and a couple of years ago, had started to share new discoveries too.

  It was a warm autumn day back when Chaz was nine, and the boys were in
his room playing computer games.  Chaz lost four times in a row, and Geoff
dared him to risk a forfeit if he lost the next game too.  Chaz did, just,
and Geoff dared him to strip, go out to the pool, swim a length and come
back.  Chaz was reluctant at first, but he finally relented and slowly
started to shed his clothes.  As he did so, with Geoff watching, he began
to get a strange fluttering feeling, not really nervousness, and not
embarrassment, after all the boys had been nude together when they were
younger, and when they showered after sports.  It was a kind of happily shy
and slightly, well, almost excited feeling.  When he dropped his shorts to
the floor, Chaz felt his cock start to swell slightly, and quickly turned
away from Geoff, shucked his boxers, and climbed out of his window into the
back garden.  He paused just outside the window, "Grab us a towel from the
bathroom, mum'll kill me if I drip water everywhere."  He was pleased to
see a slightly surprised look on Geoff's face.  Chaz scampered across to
the pool, the sun feeling beautifully warm on his unclothed body, and dived
into the cool pool.  It'd been many years since Chaz had last swum nude,
and he'd forgotten just how free it felt.  He swam back, and slipped back
in through the window, to find Geoff standing there, smiling holding the
towel for him.  Chaz took it, and swiftly dried himself off, not realising
quite how much Geoff was watching him.  Suddenly his mum called from the
hallway "Chaz!"

  He froze, then quickly wrapped the towel round himself.  "Yeah, mum?" he
called back, praying hard she wouldn't come in and find him naked with his
friend.

  "We've got to go out to grab some stuff from the shops, you guys going to
be okay here while we're gone?"

  "Sure, we'll be fine!"

  "Okay, see you in a couple of hours boys."

  The boy's heard the car start and Chaz sighed with relief, and Geoff was
just starting to let loose the giggles he'd been struggling to hold in
watching Chaz panic.  Suddenly Chaz's dad called out "see you later guys,
but please stay out of the pool 'til we're back!"  he chuckled a little and
the front door closed.

  Chaz went beet red from the neck up to the roots of his hair, and almost
died of embarrassment.  Had his dad just seen or heard him swimming, or had
he been seen out in the yard with nothing on.  The sight of that did for
Geoff, and he collapsed on the bed laughingly hysterically.

  "You reckon it's funny?"  Chaz asked, but Geoff just couldn't reply, he
was laughing too much.  "D'you think they saw me?" he asked in a panicked
tone.  "It's your fault you know!"  Geoff was in no state to say anything
about that though; he was still rolling around on Chaz's bed.  That did it
for Chaz, "I said it's your damn fault anyway!"  he yelled, and leapt at
Geoff, yanking his shirt up round his neck, while trying to pin him down to
the bed and tickle him.  Geoff had regained his faculties enough to put up
some resistance, he curled up into a ball, and the boys began to wrestle
round on the bed.  Chaz though hadn't given any thought to the fact that he
was only wearing a towel, which started to slip off as the boys wrestled
around on the bed.  When Geoff realised this, he dissolved into giggles
once more, leaving him squirming almost helpless as Chaz straddled his
waist with his nude body.

  "What're you laughing at" Chaz asked, blushing slightly, but somehow
feeling quite bold "this?" pointing to his dick that had become stiff as
the boys wrestled together.  "Bet it's bigger than yours!"  he added,
chuckling.  When Geoff didn't answer, he was still giggling helplessly,
Chaz, with a sly smile, started to unbutton Geoff's cut-offs.  Geoff's
giggles quieted, and he lay back looking up at Chaz with no protest as he
continued to unfasten the shorts.  Chaz paused, suddenly unsure if he
should go any further.  "No it isn't!" Geoff grinned back and lifted up his
hips allowing Chaz to slide his shorts down past his knees, as he slipped
his T-shirt off his from round his neck.  Chaz moved to Geoff's side and
looked down at his smooth lightly tanned chest, with a pair of soft looking
pink nipples, and a deep 'innie' belly button.  Then his gaze travelled
further down to the tent in Geoff's white briefs.  Chaz had to admit it did
look fairly big, but maybe not that much bigger than his did.  Geoff
reached down and slipped fingers under the waistband of his briefs, lifting
it out over his stiff pole, then pushed them down to join his shorts round
his knees, before he kicked them off onto the floor.

  Now they were both naked, the boys seemed a little at a loss as to what
to do next, as they lay next to each other on the bed, each propped on one
elbow, and gazed at each others bodies, or at least their genitals mostly.
"See," said Geoff, breaking the silence as he proudly stroked his slender
three and a half inches of stiff boymeat "told you it was bigger than
yours."  Chaz looked down at his own short, thick hard rod "Not by much,
and anyway, mine's much thicker than yours."  "Yeah, true.  Mine's still
bigger'n yours though!" Geoff paused, "Does yours ever, um, feel kinda
funny if you rub it?"  he asked.  "What do you mean?" asked Chaz, though he
thought he might know, 'cos his dick had tingled almost like lightning
going off in it when it had brushed against Geoff while they'd wrestled
just then.  He'd never felt anything like that before, and the only time
he'd ever touched it was to pee and he'd never rubbed it then, but it'd
felt especially strong when it'd touched Geoff's bare skin.

  Now it was Geoff's turn to look slightly embarrassed.  "Well, a couple of
months ago dad decided he needed to have 'a talk' with me.  He explained
about makin' babies and stuff" both boys made faces, and giggled a little
at the horrid thought of doing stuff with, eugh, a girl, bleugh.  "And he
said how it was natural to want to touch yourself and make your dick feel
good.  Masturbatin' he called it" Geoff continued, gently stroking his
foreskin back and forth over his knob head, while Chaz listened, riveted by
this new knowledge.  "So anyway, I figured I'd try it out, and I was in the
shower later and started to stroke it like I am now.  Then I realised why
people want to do it.  I mean it feels great.  Try it."  Geoff practically
gushed the information out.

  Chaz had already beaten him to it [excuse the poor pun, dear reader] and
begun to stroke his hand up and down the length of his boyhood.  Although
the skin over his head wasn't moving very much compared to Geoff's, he felt
electric tingles shooting out all over his body from his groin.  "Oh wow!"
he gasped "This is just great."  Geoff wasn't really in much of a state to
hear though as he rapidly stroked his shaft, his arousal building along
with the speed of his tossing, until he achieved a hugely powerful dry
orgasm.  Chaz stopped his stroking and watched his friend in some anxiety,
worrying that Geoff was having some kind of fit as he lay moaning and
shuddering on the bed.  His head tossed from side to side and his toes
alternately clenched and splayed as though with a mind of their own.
Finally, he collapsed back on the bed, his skin glowing with a sheen of
sweat, too wrung out to do anything.  "You okay Geoff... Geoff... are you
alright?"  It took a few minutes for Geoff to return to earth, and he
realised that had been the best ever feeling he'd had "'m okay" he groaned.
Chaz stooped shaking his shoulder, and Geoff sat up.  "What happened?"  "Oh
man," Geoff panted, still not fully recovered "that was the best ever!  I
had an orgasm.  That's what tossing off is all about.  It's just the
greatest thing you ever felt, ever." he continued, grinning foolishly.

  Chaz hesitantly resumed stroking his still fairly hard dick in a slow
gentle rhythm, somehow not sure if he wanted to, though the good tingly
feeling soon came back, and his cock swelled 'til it felt larger than it
ever had.  Geoff watched his best friend's action, and realised that he was
kind of afraid of what might happen.  "It really is the best feeling in the
world Chaz, you'll enjoy it."  "Yeah, it feels great" Chaz replied, though
as far as Geoff could see he was no where near orgasm by the look of
things.  "An orgasm feels a million times better than just rubbing it"
Geoff said, realising the best way of proving it to Chaz would be to get
him there.  Geoff felt his cock start to swell again slightly as he made
his decision.  "Chaz, trust me" he said softly, placing one hand on his
best friends shoulder "let me make you feel good", and he reached over,
pulled Chaz's hand from his cock, and for the first time took a gentle but
firm grip on another boys erection.

  Both boys gasped at the first contact, and Chaz's cock throbbed, becoming
even harder than before.  It felt like the southern lights were running
back and forth across Chaz's brain as waves of pleasure flooded from the
gentle but firm touch of Geoff's hand.  Meanwhile Geoff was marvelling at
the feel of the silky yet firm rod of hot flesh in his hand.  As he started
a lascivious rhythm on Chaz's boyhood, he realised he'd have to adapt his
usual technique to deal with the differences between their two erections.
Chaz's foreskin moved far less than his did, and he loosened his grip
slightly.  Chaz was nowhere near so coherent, and as Geoff continued his
ministrations, he suddenly felt what seemed like fireworks going off in the
tip of his dick while his body twitched before he collapsed back on to the
bed exhausted.

  "Chaz... Chaz, are you okay?"  Chaz snapped back to the present as he
realised that his mum was calling.  "Can you give me a hand with this table
please?  Then we can get ready to go."

  "Sure, be right down mum!"  Chaz sat up, moving his semi-hard cock to a
more comfortable position.  He often got hard when he thought about Geoff,
especially since they'd moved here.  Still, he couldn't do anything about
it now, and he hurried downstairs.

  

Later that evening, Chaz's his mum drove round to Pete's house following
Chaz's directions.  She seemed quite impressed by how nice the house was,
and Chaz realised that it was quite a bit bigger than he'd thought.  Pete
answered the door looking fairly smart in a shirt and jeans.  "Ah, Mrs
Winston, do come in" he greeted them "but wait, who's the smart young
gentleman with you Kathy?  Good grief, can it be Chaz?"  he chuckled.
Chaz, standing there in the shirt and tie he'd spent a while picking out as
he somehow worried about wanting to look his best, blushed slightly then
put on his broadest outback tones "G'day Pete, smells like a bonza feast
you're charring there!"  he grinned!  Both adults laughed as they went into
the house, with Pete showing them though to a sitting room.

  "I guess I asked for that, didn't I kiddo?"  Pete smiled as he ruffled
Chaz's hair before getting drinks for his guests and making a quick check
on the food.  When he returned Chaz was looking at an intricate wooden
chess set while his mother studied one of the tables.  They chatted for a
few minutes before going through to the dining room.  "Wow, cool table!"
Chaz exclaimed when he saw the large round table with inlays of a huge
range of woods "it looks like that one of King Arthur's."

  "You have some very nice furniture here Pete" Kathy added.  Pete actually
blushed a little.  "Yeah, well these are some of my show pieces, so I pick
'em to look good.  That way more people will buy my stuff.  In fact this
house feels more like a showroom at times."

  "What, you mean you made the table?"  Chaz asked.

"Yeah, that and most of the big or fancy showy stuff round here.  Not all
of it's my taste, but I need to make sure people can see what I can do when
they come to commission some furniture or sculpture."

  "I hate woodwork at school, but this stuff's cool!"

  "Well enough about me," said Pete, looking slightly embarrassed "the
foods getting cold."  With that, they started on the meal as he poured a
glass of wine for himself and Kathy.  Pete paused, unsure if he should
offer Chaz any, and got a smile from Kathy.

  "I guess half a glass won't do him any harm."  Chaz smiled at her, but
soon found himself blushing furiously as his mum continued in her best
'isn't he such a cutesie baby' type voice [yes, you all know the one I mean
even if the description stinks!] "after all, he's getting to be such a big
boy these days."

  "MOM!"  Chaz moaned, his ears burning, while Pete grinned, then winked at
him as if to say 'mothers, huh!'



Once they'd finished eating, they sat round chatting feeling just a little
stuffed, though Chaz, who'd had three helpings of the chocolate cake seemed
less drowsy than the adults.  In an effort to stop him becoming bored Pete
asked "Do you play chess Chaz, only I noticed you looking at the set
earlier?"

  Suddenly Chaz seemed to deflate, and the room went rather quiet.  Pete
could feel Kathy tense a little in her chair.  After a few seconds, Chaz
spoke in a very small voice that seemed to be shaking.  "No...I used to,
but I haven't played for a couple of years."

  "Are you okay Chaz?"  Kathy asked as she took her sons hand, her voice
showing just how concerned she was.

  Pete was puzzled, and totally lost as to what to do.  "I'm sorry Chaz, I
didn't mean to upset you."

  After a few awkward minutes of silence, Chaz spoke again staring at the
floor "Dad and I used to play a lot, until..." his voice tailed off again.
His mum went to comfort him but he gently shook her of and took a deep
breath, then looked up with tears running down his face "until he died."
Then the floodgates broke, and Chaz buried his head in his mums shoulder,
sobbing.


Pete sat feeling ashamed, awkward, embarrassed, and guilty for what had
happened, and blinking back tears of his own, got up and left them alone.
As he stood in the garden, staring at sky Pete tried to sift through his
emotions and make sense of just what was going on in his head.  He wanted
to go in hug Chaz close and make all the hurt go away, but it was something
more than that, as he worried about quite where that train of though would
end, Chaz came looking for him.


Chaz was cross with himself as he fought his way through his tears.  He
surprised himself that he wasn't angry at crying, but that it had seemed
like Pete's fault.  After all, he didn't know what had happened.  Chaz
collected himself, and reassured his mum that he was fine, but he want to
leave yet.  He decided he must go and talk to Pete, and explain things.
Kathy looked with more than a hint of pride as Chaz got up to look for
Pete.


Chaz appeared in the doorway, "Pete, are you out here?"  When he saw him,
he came out and continued before Pete had a chance to say anything.  "Pete,
I'm sorry.  I didn't mean to..."

  Pete didn't let him get any further.  Turning to face the boy, he knelt
down with tears in his eyes.  "You don't have to apologise to me.  I'm so
sorry, I didn't know.  I didn't mean to upset you.  If I'd known..."

  "How could you have known?  It's okay Pete."  Chaz put his hand on Pete's
shoulder.  "It's just that I miss him, and at times, it hurts so much."

  "I know, and I really didn't want to hurt you.  If I'd known, then I'd
never have said anything.  If I can help, you know where to find me."

  "Thanks."  Chaz hugged Pete briefly, then continued.  "Dad was a cop in
Brisbane.  He was the best, always tried to make time for me.  Used to come
to all my rugby games, but some thief murdered him as he went to a call
about a bank robbery."  Pete hugged him close as the tears fell again.

  "Thank you for telling me.  I know that must have been hard for you.  He
sounds like the best dad."  As he tried to comfort Chaz, he realised the
boy was shivering.  "Let's go inside."  As they got up, Pete saw Kathy
watching from the kitchen, smiling.

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Well, that's it for part two.  Hope you're not too disappointed by the lack
of action between Pete and Chaz, but it will happen soon.  Its just things
took on a bit of a life of their own in there.

I think I know where things are going to go in part three, though if you're
lucky, later on I might do a little time travelling, and let you find out
more of what Chaz and Geoff got up to as well.


Hope you enjoyed it

Platy.