Date: Thu, 14 Dec 2006 18:34:38 +0000
From: Pink Panther <pinkpanther2@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: 'Some Other Blues' Chapter 11

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                                 11

I slowly shake myself awake. It takes me a few seconds to remember
where I am. I check my watch; five past ten, I don't think I've ever
slept in as late as this. I'm bursting for a piss. I slip out from
under the covers and trot through to the bathroom. The job done I
wash my hands and return to the bedroom. It looks like Wayne's still
asleep. I get back in next to him. I'm as horny as fuck. I reach out
and start feeling him up in his boxers. He's rock hard. I want that!
I don't just want to suck him off either, I want him to fuck me
stupid. I haven't taken it up the bum for almost a week and I'm
gagging for it. I reach over and massage his left nipple. That gets
the job done.

"Uh! Uhh," he groans, opening his eyes. "Oh, it's you, is it? What
the fuck's the time?"

"Quarter past ten; sorry, didn't mean to wake you," I say, giving him
a big grin.

"That's a bit fuckin' early! You up for some more fun, then?" he
asks, smiling back at me.

"Yeah!"

"Okay, just a minute, I need the bathroom."

While he's out of the room I quickly retrieve the tube of KY from my
rucksack and hide it under the pillow. A minute later he's back. He
slips into bed and wraps his arms round me.

"You're a bit special, you know that?" he says quietly, ruffling my
hair. "I've met other kids out on the street, but nobody like you;
you're something different."

"Is that good?"

"Very fuckin' good."

"You're a bit special too," I tell him. "I reckon I was very lucky,
meeting you like that."

Our lips meet in a wonderful, passionate kiss, our hands going
everywhere. I feel so safe here, wrapped in Wayne's powerful arms. I
wish it could last forever, but I know it can't, so right now I'm
going to make the most of it. We help each other wriggle out of our
underwear. Wayne runs his hands over my bum. I take his hand, gently
pushing his fingers into my crack. Moments later he's tickling my
bumhole. I take the KY from under the pillow.

"Use some of this," I whisper.

He rolls his eyes. "I thought you didn't want that."

"That was yesterday. Now, well, I know you're all right, don't I?"

"You've taken it before, then?"

I nod. "Steve used to fuck me all the time, and Zac."

"Oh, right," He says, looking more than a little surprised.

As with everything else he does he's very gentle, working the lube
slowly into my bum, gradually pushing in until he's rubbing my
prostate.

"I want your cock!" I say, grinning at him.

He gets between my legs and lifts them up, holding my knees wide
apart. He crawls into position; moments later he's inside me. Oh yes!
This is what I want! For me, having a fit young guy's cock up my bum
is just the best feeling possible.  Gradually he pushes it further in
until I've got the whole thing, his balls slapping against my bum.

"Oh yeah!" I breathe. "Give it to me, hard as you like!"

He begins quite slowly, gradually picking up the pace until he's
fucking me senseless. Five minutes pass, maybe more, and he hasn't
missed a beat; my cock's throbbing like crazy. He reaches down and
plays with it. The sensations are unbelievable. He may not be that
big but he's fucking me as hard as anyone ever has. I feel myself
getting close, my face and neck muscles becoming tighter and tighter.
Suddenly I'm there, my legs flailing uncontrollably, my bum clamping
itself round Wayne's cock. A moment later I cum all over my chest. If
Wayne was going for it before, he's going for it twice as hard now.
Within a minute he's there too, his spunk flooding repeatedly into my
bum. He pushes his body between my legs, our mouths meeting in the
wildest kiss in history. We stay there, locked together until Wayne's
softening cock finally flops out of me. That was awesome!

"I reckon you were up for that," he says, smiling down at me.

"Yeah! That was wicked!"

"You're fuckin' unreal! I thought that blow job you gave me was a bit
special, but that was .. Fuck!"

"Wicked, man! Can I have a bath now?"

"Yeah, no problem; should be plenty of hot water."

                            0 o 0 o 0 o 0

I emerge from the bathroom dressed only in a towel. I feel completely
relaxed. I pour myself a bowl of cornflakes and take it through to
the living room. Wayne's there watching the telly and smoking a
cigarette.

"You okay?" he asks.

"Yeah, cool!"

We sit in silence for a couple of minutes, me munching cornflakes,
Wayne puffing on his cigarette. He finishes it and stubs it out in
the ashtray.

"Arron," he says. "I've got a bit of a problem tonight. I always go
out on a Saturday, a few drinks, then we go on to a club, then
usually finish up at someone's house. I don't get back till four
o'clock at the earliest. Quite often it's later than that. I can't
leave you here on your own all that time, but I don't really want you
out on the streets either."

"Oh."

"Look," he continues, "I've been thinking. There's this guy I know;
his name's Mike. He's a really nice guy, only in his thirties, not
some old perv. I know he'd really like to meet you. He's all right.
If I can fix it up, would it be okay if you spent tonight over at his
place? He'll sort you out for it."

I take a moment to get my head round it. Wayne's asking me to spend
the night with a punter so he can go out to a club and stuff. I
hadn't really bargained for that. But what choice have I got? It's
his flat, and I don't want to be out on the streets either, not at
that time. I might get mugged; anything might happen. In any case, if
it hadn't been for Wayne I would probably have had to do that
already. I'm not too keen on the idea, but I don't have that many
options. I take a reality check. Up to now, Wayne's delivered on
everything he's said to me; I'm going to have to trust him.

"Yeah, okay," I say quietly. "You won't tell him about fucking me,
will you? I might not want him to do that."

"No, that's cool. I'll call him, see what he says. He's a
schoolteacher; he might have gone away for half term or something."

He disappears off into the bedroom. It seems weird that the guy
Wayne's setting me up with should be a teacher. Suppose he was a
teacher from my school? Not very likely, I guess, but it wouldn't be
too clever if he was. A few minutes later Wayne reappears; he seems
pleased.

"Sorted," he says in a very matter of fact way. "He'll pick you up
about four o'clock. I'll do us a fry-up about two, you know, some of
that bacon and sausage and stuff we bought yesterday. I think he'll
probably take you out for a meal tonight. I know he's only a teacher
but I think someone left him some money; anyway, he's not short of a
few quid."

"How much will he give me?" I ask.

"That's between you and him. He's okay though; it'll be fifty at
least."

That's it then. At least I'll be well looked after and I'll be safe.

                            0 o 0 o 0 o 0

Sitting in the lounge room after Wayne's monster fry-up, I'm trying
to relax. At least I won't be hungry again for quite a while; we've
just made pigs of ourselves, bacon, egg, sausage, mushrooms, fried
bread; it was yummy! I check my watch. Five to three; Mike will be
here in an hour or so. I'm not looking forward to this. I know Wayne
says he's really nice and all that, but suppose I just don't like the
guy? I can't just walk away, can I? I picked the punters I went with
before; this time I haven't and it's making me nervous. I'm going to
be stuck with the guy for almost a whole day and I'm going to have to
make the best of it.

Five to four, the doorbell rings three times. This must be him! My
heart's beating like crazy. Wayne lets him in. I expect them to come
straight into the lounge room, but they don't. I just get a brief
glimpse of the guy as Wayne takes him into the bedroom. From what I
can see he certainly looks okay. Then it hits me. They've gone into
the bedroom because Mike's giving Wayne some money for fixing this up
for him. Shit! I just hadn't thought about that. Wayne's got no
money; well not very much. Mike's paying for his night out. I can't
say I'm too happy with the idea but there's fuck all I can do about
it. Wayne must do this quite a bit; that's how he knows these guys.
The bedroom door opens. Mike enters the living room and strides
across towards me while Wayne disappears into the kitchen to make a
cup of tea. He's mid-thirties, I'd guess, maybe five foot eight and
on the slim side of average, with straight fair hair and sparkling
blue eyes, not a bad-looking guy. He sits down next to me.

"Hi, you must be Arron," he says, smiling warmly. "I'm Mike; great to
meet you."

"Hi," I respond nervously.

"Wayne told me you were cute; he certainly got that part right."

"Thanks."

I guess he can sense my unease. "Are you okay with this?" he asks
gently. "I wouldn't like to think you'd been bounced into it."

"No, it's cool," I tell him.

And it is, now. He's not stupid; he's wanted to make sure I was happy
with the arrangement before things go any further. That's good; I'm
not worried any more; He's all right, just like Wayne said he was.

                            0 o 0 o 0 o 0

The journey to Mike's place takes about half an hour. We chat, a lot.
By the time we get there he's got the whole story, pretty much. We
talk about other stuff too. Turns out he's a science teacher; we talk
about science and maths, my two best classes. It seems weird in a
way, chatting about stuff like that when I'm going there to have sex
with him. Still, I guess it's better than sitting there saying
nothing. We turn into a car-park behind a small apartment block. Mike
stops the car and we make our way inside. His apartment is nice, not
as posh as Steve's place, but very nice all the same. His car's like
that too; like Wayne told me, it's pretty clear the guy's not short
of money.

"Would you like a drink?" he asks.

"Please!"

"Tea, coffee, coke?"

"Coke please!"

He motions for me to sit on the sofa then disappears into the
kitchen. Moments later he's back. He hands me the coke and sits down
next to me. He puts his arm round my shoulder.

"Well, Arron, you are a surprise, a very pleasant surprise too," he
says quietly. "I've never met anyone like you in this country; you
just don't find bright, intelligent kids doing . you know."

"Yeah, well when mum said she was going to make me tell the police
what had been going on, that was it. I couldn't do it, man! I went
with Steve `cause I wanted to, you know; he never made me do
anything. I won't have him go to jail, `cause I couldn't keep my
mouth shut." I grin up at him. "I won't be telling anyone about you
and Wayne either."

He ruffles my hair. "You're a good kid! I wish you could stay here;
I'd love to see you grow up and do really well for yourself. I know
you can do it."

"Thanks!"

He strokes my leg. He might like chatting to me `cause I'm not like
the muppets he usually picks up, but that's not really why I'm here.
He wants to have sex with me and I'm well up for it. I open my legs a
little and smile up at him. He leans across; I allow him to kiss me
full on the mouth. I get a full blast of his aroma; strong,
masculine. His tongue pushes between my lips and runs over my teeth.
I respond instinctively, my tongue wrestling with his. His hand runs
up over my flies; my cock's throbbing already.

"Oh wow!" he whispers. "You're so horny!"

He takes my hand and leads me to his bedroom. Without waiting to be
asked, I begin to discard my clothes while he does the same. I glance
across as he removes his shirt; nothing too special, but he's still
in decent shape.  He drops his jeans and sits on the bed. I know what
to do without him even asking; I pull off my tee-shirt and go and
stand in front of him.

"Very nice!" he whispers. "You're gorgeous!"

He undoes the button at the top of my jeans and pulls down the zip.
They fall down around my ankles. He doesn't rush, running one hand up
and down between my legs while the other one fondles my bum. I don't
know why, but I reach out and stroke his hair, just to let him know
that I'm cool with it, I guess. I look down at the bulge in the front
of his boxers. It's difficult to tell exactly, but I'm guessing he's
not got a monster down there; he's bigger than Wayne though. His hand
runs over the front of my briefs. His touch is brilliant; I can't
wait for him to get them off me. He must be reading my thoughts; he
gently pulls them down, holding them away from my tummy so they don't
snag my cock.

"Oh yeah! That's beautiful!"

He leans forward, engulfing my dick, his tongue slashing at my balls.
He holds me round the hips, his fingers caressing my bum. Without
even thinking about it I take hold of his head, rocking my hips
backwards and forwards, fucking my cock into his mouth. I love this!
His right hand moves from my hip and slides up between my legs till
he reaches the sensitive part behind my balls. Very slowly, his
finger moves back until he's tickling my bum-hole. I guess he'll know
I've been fucked. After a couple of minutes he pulls off.

"Wow! That was amazing!" he breathes.

He doesn't have to ask; I just kneel down in front of him and get his
cock out of his boxers. I was about right: just under six inches
long, medium thick, smallish head, dead straight and very hard. I
won't have a problem taking it if that's what he wants. I moisten my
lips and take it into my mouth. I push down, burying my nose in his
golden brown pubes. I suck up and down, working my tongue all over it
while he gently ruffles my hair. I feel him start to get close and
let him go.

"That was brilliant!" he tells me. "I almost spunked in your mouth!
Wayne was right, you are a bit special!"

It's time for me to take the lead. I kick off my jeans and my briefs
and jump onto the bed with him, rolling him onto his back so I can
lie right on top of him, straddling his chest, my dick grinding
against his tummy. I lean forward, pushing my tongue into his mouth.
His hands run up the backs of my legs and over my bum, gently pulling
my cheeks apart. A finger slides down my crack and onto my bum-hole.

"Got any lube?" I ask.

He produces a tube from the bedside cabinet and squeezes some onto
his fingers. Moment later he's finger-fucking me. I pull away from
our lip-lock and look right into his eyes.

"You want to fuck me for real?"

"Yeah; if you're up for it. How much?"

"Whatever. Wayne says you always look after the boys you go with so
that's cool with me."

"Cool with me too. Has Wayne fucked you?"

"Yeah; he did it this morning. It's weird man! Big guy like him and
he's only got a little one!"

"How d'you want me to do it?"

"From behind, you know."

"Right! Have you ever done it standing up?"

"Yeah; that's wild! Jon's done me like that a few times. Once he did
it up the leg of my soccer shorts; I spunked all over them!"

"Wow! I bet you did! That's really wild! I don't have any shorts for
you to put on or we could do it like that now."

We get off the bed and he positions me bent over a chair in the
corner of the room.

"When I've fucked you I want to suck you off, okay?"

"Yeah, I love that! Don't touch my cock while you're fucking me then
or I'll cum."

"Cool!"

He quickly puts some more lube into me, then with one well-practised
thrust his cock goes through my ring. He grips me firmly around the
tops of my legs, pulling me back until I've got the whole thing up my
bum. He pulls back quite slowly until just the small, shiny head is
left inside me, then sticks it all back in again, slamming over my
prostate. Oh, wow! I'm struggling for breath and he's only just
started. He does it again, slowly back, hard in, slowly back, hard
in, gradually speeding up until he's fucking me senseless. I'm
moaning and whimpering, hoping he will touch my cock so I can get my
release. He doesn't, of course. Fortunately he doesn't last too long.
In barely a couple of minutes he's gasping like he's having a heart
attack.

"Oh! I'm gonna cum! D'you want my spunk up your bottom?"

"Yeah! Do it, man!"

"Oh! Ohh!! Take it! Take it!! Aaaarrrrggghhhh!!!"

He grips my thighs even tighter as his spunk spurts over and over
into my bum. After a few seconds he slowly pulls out and turns me
round. He's kneeling on the floor. I plunge my cock into his waiting
mouth, holding his head and fucking it like it's the only chance I'll
ever get. I last all of fifteen seconds. Then it hits. My body shakes
uncontrollably; a moment later I cum in his mouth, a big glob of his
spunk squirting noisily out of my bum and dribbling down my legs. He
licks up my last few drops and lets me go.

"Wow!" he gasps, still trying to get his breath back. "That was
unbelievable. You are so horny!"

"Thanks!" I say, feeling almost embarrassed.

I make my way to the bathroom to get myself cleaned up.

                            0 o 0 o 0 o 0

The next couple of hours pass quietly, watching telly and just
generally pottering around Mike's apartment. There are two bedrooms.
Mike asks if I want to sleep in the spare room, or will I be sleeping
with him. I give him my cheekiest grin and tell him that sleeping
with him will be just fine.

At half past seven we head out to a restaurant. When you're as short
of money as we are, eating out is something you don't do, but I guess
Mike reckons it will be okay to take me to a place like this because
I know my manners and won't show him up. He's right about that. On
the way we chat about all sorts of normal stuff. It seems weird
chatting like that after what we'd been doing just a few hours
earlier.
The restaurant is posh; well, maybe not really posh, but it seems
like that to me. At first I'm worried that people will be looking at
us. They don't; we might as well be invisible. I guess we could be
father and son, or uncle and nephew, out enjoying a meal together;
nothing looks out of the ordinary. If only they knew!

The food's delicious; this could just be the best meal I've ever had.
I have a glass of wine too; it's making me a bit light headed. I
smile to myself; in a few hours time, back at Mike's apartment I'll
repay him for his generosity. Not that I mind; that's the scary part,
I'm actually looking forward to it. Here I am with a guy I've only
just met who's old enough to be my dad and I'm quite happy to let him
fuck me stupid. If I was just doing it like a job because I needed
the money to live on it would be different, but I'm not. That makes
me a slut, right? I mean, being gay is one thing, but nice kids
wouldn't just go with anyone the way I do, particularly not older
guys. It's not right, is it? It's so confusing; I meet someone who
treats me nice the way Mike has and I'll let them do whatever they
want. More than that, I actually enjoy it. It's like sex is a drug;
the more I have the more I want, and if I don't have any for a few
days I'm absolutely gagging for it. I jerk myself back to the
present. What am I thinking like that for? So I like casual sex?
What's the big deal? Daniel does too and there's not a whole lot
wrong with him. What I really need to do is just go with the flow and
stop beating myself up over it.

The meal over, Mike pays the bill and we head out to the car. The
light-headedness has been replaced by a real mellow feeling;
everything's pretty cool right now. The atmosphere's changed too.
We're not chatting about `normal' stuff any more; we're going back to
the apartment to have sex and we both know it.

"Mike, d'you fuck other boys?" I say casually. I don't know why I'm
asking; it's like the question just popped out all by itself.

"Why d'you ask?"

"Dunno. Something about the way you did it, like you've had lots of
practice."

He chuckles. "That obvious, is it? You must have had plenty of
experience to know!"

"Yeah, well, I guess. So is it kids at your school, then?"

"Fuck, no! I'd never go near any of the kids I teach; it just isn't
worth the risk."

"Oh, right!"

"I have this regular boy, Glen. Wayne knows him. He's been around for
years. Physically, he's quite like you, but the similarity ends
there."

"Sorry, I don't understand."

"He's had a really rough life; he's been in and out of kids' homes
since he was four. He's been on the rent scene on and off since he
was ten; he's fourteen now, can't read properly and can hardly write
his name. Very horny though!"

That reminds me of a few of the Whitestone kids; ones I never have
anything to do with.

"So how did you meet him?"

"Oh, I think Wayne set me up with him the first couple of times. Then
I met him again a few months ago. He'd just got out of the kids' home
he'd been in; been sent to live with foster parents a couple of miles
from my place. I've been having him regularly ever since. I don't
think his foster parents have any idea what he gets up to."

"So what would he think about you going with me?"

"Dunno really; he's quite possessive; understandable when you've
never had anything to call your own."

"Oh, right!"

"He'll probably call tomorrow; he usually does on a Sunday. It's not
a problem; I'll fix up to meet him in the afternoon, after I've
dropped you back at Wayne's place."

"Why don't you ask him to come over so we can have a threesome?"

I can't believe I just suggested that; it's like somebody else was
using my mouth.  Mike glances across at me raising an eyebrow.

"Well, he'd probably be up for that if you are! He's always a bottom
when he's with me, but he's always telling me how he liked to fuck
some of the younger boys in the home he was in."

"Has he got a big cock, then?"

"No, much the same as yours, actually, just the way I like them! No
pubes yet either. He cums a lot though!"

"Cool! I just thought it might be fun!"

"Well, I'm well up for it, but we'll have to see if he rings first."

We're back at the apartment. I can't believe what I've just done; not
content with having sex with a very nice punter, I've suggested
inviting a kid I've never met to join us for a threesome. I'm a sex
addict and there's no point in denying it.