Date: Thu, 19 Oct 2006 19:21:25 +0000
From: Pink Panther <pinkpanther2@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: 'Some Other Blues' chapter 3

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                                  3

Lying in bed trying to make sense of everything; I seem to be doing
that a lot just recently. Last Thursday school finished for the
summer, so I've had plenty of time. Too much time really; a couple of
days later Jon went on holiday to Spain for two weeks, so I've only
got Ricky to hang out with. Ricky's a good kid; hanging out with him
is cool, except for one thing. You already know what that is. Well,
at least I haven't been to the bus station again.

Then there's school. It's not that I'm being bullied or anything like
that. I'm in top sets for most of my classes and my grades are still
pretty good, but over the last few months, well, I just feel like I
don't want to be there. I used to love school, but now I just get
bored and frustrated. I don't understand it. Mum will be so upset if
my grades start going down. She works her socks off at that bloody
supermarket just to make enough to keep us both fed and clothed; I
don't want to let her down, I really don't. Well, at least it's a
problem I don't have to deal with for another five and half weeks.

It's gone ten o'clock when I make it round to Ricky's house. He's
dressed in soccer shorts and tee-shirt, the same as me. He's really
tall, even taller than Jon, and very slim, with blue eyes, medium
length white-blond hair, and very pale skin. I'd guess he's the
whitest kid I've ever seen. We head off to the park to kick a soccer
ball around, not that I'm any good at soccer, or any other game for
that matter. I can swim okay, but at everything else I'm pretty
useless. Still, it passes the time. I've been wondering about Ricky,
you know, whether he'd like to do what me and Jonathan do. It's
difficult though. Ricky's very quiet; you can never tell what he's
thinking. I wouldn't want to risk trying to start something with him
the way I did with Jon. On the other hand, I can't see him making the
first move even if he did want to do stuff; he's just too quiet.

By midday the sun is getting really strong and the sweat's running
off us. We head back to his house. We fix ourselves some cold drinks
and make our way up to his bedroom to play on the computer. We finish
a couple of games. Ricky turns towards me, looking right into my
eyes.

"Arron, do you and Jon mess about together?"

I swallow hard; that came right out of nowhere! I can feel myself
going bright red.

"What d'you mean?" I ask, playing for time.

"You know," he says, shrugging his shoulders, "wanking off and that."

"Why d'you ask?"

"Dunno, just wondered."

I take my courage in both hands.

"Yeah, well we've done it a few times. Now promise you're not going
to say anything."

"Sort of thought you had. Don't worry, I won't say anything."

I size up the situation. This is the best chance I'm going to get,
maybe the only chance. I didn't bring up the subject, he did, and
Ricky's older sister is hanging out up in town with her mates, so
we've got the house to ourselves.

"So do you want to do that?" I ask, trying to make it sound like it's
no big deal.

He screws his face up. "Dunno. I get hard all the fuckin' time, like
now. It could be fun, I guess, but it seems sort of gay. You've got
to promise not to tell anyone."

"Sure, no problem!" I reply casually, hoping he hasn't noticed my
heart trying to leap out of my chest.

We sit ourselves on the bed. Ricky watches nervously as I kick off my
trainers and pull off my tee-shirt.

"Are we doing it, you know. I thought."

His voice trails off and he follows my example. I grin across at him.
The look on his face tells me that he's in very unfamiliar territory.
A little voice in my head is telling me to play this very carefully.
Another little voice from somewhere else in my body is telling me to
go for it and fuck the consequences. No prizes for guessing which
voice wins that one! I pull my shorts off. Ricky does the same. We're
down to our underwear, me in red briefs, Ricky in white boxers. I've
not been as close up to a nearly naked Ricky for ages; he's even
fitter than I thought he was. This is it. It might not be a big deal
for me, but for Ricky this is huge. I nod at him and pull my
underpants down, exposing my stiff little cock. A second later he's
naked too. Ricky's not in my gym and games classes so I haven't seen
him naked for ages. My eyes almost fall out. His cock is massive!
It's well over six inches and quite thick, with big balls to go with
it; it's almost as big as Jim's, that first guy I did it with. On a
skinny kid like Ricky it looks huge. It's way bigger than Jon's; more
hair on it too, a lot more. Wow!

Ricky lies back on the bed and starts slowly wanking himself. It's my
turn to follow him. I look across; he is stunning! His pale, almost
pure white skin and beautiful big cock, wow!! I want some of that!
He's not looking at me; he's staring straight at the ceiling. Well,
I've got this far; I'm not going to bottle out now. I reach across,
move his hand out of the way and replace it with mine. Not only is
his cock big, it's hot, rock hard and throbbing like crazy. He turns
towards me with a look of alarm, clearly shocked that I'm doing this.

"Do you and Jon." he whispers anxiously.

"Yeah!" I say casually, grinning at him as though this was the most
normal thing in the world.

He lies back as I continue to work on him. He might not be completely
into this, but he's not trying to stop me. It's because I told him me
that's what I do with Jonathan. He's taking his cue from Jon; It's
what he always does. Very gingerly, he reaches out in the direction
of my dick like he's afraid to touch it. I make my mind up in an
instant; he's already close and this probably is the only chance I'll
ever get, so I'd better make the most of it. I slide my thumb and
index finger down to the base of his cock and take it in my mouth,
sucking on it as fast as I can go.

"Arron! Arron!" he gasps. "What. Oh!! Oh fuck!!Oh!! Oh!!Ohhhhh!!!!"

His cock swells and jerks over and over as his creamy cum spurts into
my mouth in several thick globs. He's cum bucketfuls, even more than
the guy I sucked off in the bushes, only this time I manage to
swallow it down without losing a single drop. Slowly and gently I let
him go and lick my lips. Ricky's lying right back, gasping for
breath.

After what seems like an eternity he turns towards me. He looks
petrified.

"Do you do that with Jon?" he asks.

I nod, grinning at him.

"Fuck!" he whispers, exhaling sharply. "I'd no idea you went that
far! He doesn't suck yours does he?"

"Nah, he's not into that," I say casually. Not strictly true, but
there's no need for Ricky to know that.

"Shit!" Ricky says, still looking scared out of his wits. "If my old
man knew what we just did he'd fuckin' kill me!"

"So didn't you enjoy it then?" I ask.

He screws up his face. "Well, it felt like, you know, fuckin'
amazing! I came loads! But we shouldn't be doing this sort of thing
man, it's."

He pauses for several seconds then looks at me intently. "Arron, are
you gay?"

"Yeah, I guess."

"But Jon's not, is he?"

"Dunno. I don't think so. He just likes me helping him to get off;
says it's better than doing it for himself."

We lie there without another word for several minutes. At last Jon
gets up and pulls his boxers on.

"You aren't going to tell anyone, are you?" I ask.

"No, promised, didn't I? I wouldn't anyway." He smiles. "Fuck, Arron!
I thought you were just an innocent little boy!"

I smile back. "Yeah, well I guess I was."

I start to get dressed. "We're still mates, aren't we?" I ask.

Ricky smiles. "Yeah, course we are!"

                            0 o 0 o 0 o 0

It's been a week now. Ricky's been as good as gold. We've just
carried on like nothing happened. He hasn't mentioned it and neither
have I. It's a bit strange though; he sort of enjoyed it but thinks
he shouldn't have. Weird. Still I've got the message; he doesn't want
to do it again and I'm not going to push it. It's shame; he's got the
most beautiful cock I've ever seen on a kid our age, I'd suck him off
any time he wanted me to. But he doesn't want me to, so I'm getting
hornier by the hour. I still like hanging out with him though; I
enjoy his company and being with him keeps me out of trouble.

Today presents another problem. His mum's got a day off work. She's
taken Ricky and his sister to town to buy some new school clothes
then they're going to see their gran. They'll be out all day. I spend
the morning trying to find stuff to do. By lunchtime I'm so horny and
so bored out of my brain I think I'm going to explode. I grab a bite
to eat then set off for town.

It's nearly two o'clock when I arrive. My head's so fucked up I
hardly know what I'm doing. I know I shouldn't go anywhere hear the
bus station, but the place seems to draw me in like a magnet. I take
a look around; there are no obvious targets. The bus shelter nearest
the men's room is empty; I go and sit in it. At least I don't have to
stand by the entrance like I did the last time; that was scary! Five
minutes quickly become ten. One the buses that uses this stop comes
and goes; it's not a problem. I'm getting more bored than ever; this
is getting me nowhere! Then I spot someone. Much younger than the
other guys I've been with, mid twenties at a guess, around 5'10",
slim without being skinny, sort of spiky curly hair that's obviously
been styled like that. He's dressed in grey, calf length cargo
shorts, a black tank top and very trendy trainers. He is hot! I'd go
with him for nothing!

He seems to be taking his time, looking around. He looks across at me
and smiles. I smile back. He pauses for a moment then walks off
towards the main shopping street. So he's just a timewaster! Shit!
It's so frustrating when you think you've got someone and then it
turns out you haven't! But a couple of minutes later he's back. Wow!
He smiles again; so do I. He looks around like he's checking the
place out, then makes a little gesture for me to follow him. Yes! I
knew he was interested!

I follow him through the alleyway. At the far end he turns left and
stops outside the hi-fi shop, pretending he's looking at the display.
I stroll up and stand next to him.

"Hello," I say quietly. "Are you looking for me?"

"Yeah, you could say that," he tells me, giving me a big smile. He is
one fit guy!

"Have you got somewhere to go?" I ask.

"Yeah, I've got my own apartment. It's about ten minutes in the car."

That is cool. A young guy like him with his own place, sounds like
he's doing all right for himself.

"Okay," I say nodding.

"The car's on the car park," he says. "Follow behind me like you did
just now."

I nod. He takes a final look at the display and sets off. A couple of
seconds later I take a look around. Nobody's taking the slightest
interest in us. I set off after him. We walk up to the third floor.
He takes a bunch of keys from his pocket and presses a remote. I see
the familiar flash of lights as the car is unlocked. Wow! It's a BMW
M3, a black one, less than a year old. This guy is doing a whole lot
better than all right! He opens the door and gets into the driver's
seat; I get in next to him. He starts the engine and we're away.

"That was a pleasant surprise!" he says, giving me another big smile.
"I haven't seen any boys hanging out round there for ages. To meet
someone as cute as you is a real bonus!"

I grin back at him, unable to think of a suitable answer. I look out
of the window. We're heading for the poshest part of town. Behind
impressive brick and stone walls, the houses are massive.

"Nice motor!" I comment casually.

"Yeah, glad you like it. It is a bit of a boy magnet, I guess; that's
one reason I bought it. Right! So what do I call you?"

"Arron."

"And how old are you, Arron? I'd guess at somewhere around twelve."

"I was thirteen at the beginning of June."

He gives me another stunning smile. "Cool, so not a bad guess then!"
He glances across. "Arron, I have to ask. I take it you are expecting
to get paid for this."

I shrug. "I guess; I mean I could use the money. But I want to go
with you anyway."

He puts an arm across my shoulder.

"That is so sweet! Well, I'll have a look in the piggy bank and see
what we can come up with! Have you picked up guys there before?"

"Yeah, only a couple of times though. They were a lot older than you.
You're fit, man!"

"Thanks!" he says, smiling again. "I guess it's time I introduced
myself. I'm Steve."

"Hi, Steve!" I say quietly, trying to hide my excitement. I never
dreamed I'd meet anyone like him!

The car pulls up at a security barrier in a high brick wall. Steve
swipes his card through the reader. The barrier rises and we drive
through into a sort of park. At the far end of the drive, maybe a
quarter of a mile away, is a large, imposing building. It doesn't
like like any block of flats I've ever seen.

"This used to be a mental hospital," Steve tells me. "It was closed
down about ten years ago. They sold it off and converted it into
luxury apartments."

The car glides to a halt. Steve leads the way through a door at the
side of the building and up a flight of polished wooden stairs. When
he reaches the top he unlocks a door and ushers me inside. Wow!! The
apartment is awesome! It's got all hardwood floors, leather sofas and
armchairs, very high ceilings and really neat pictures on the walls.
I look round in wonderment. Compared to Whitestone, this place is
heaven! Steve must be doing mega-well to be able to afford a place
like this.

"Cool  apartment!" I breathe, trying to take it all in.

"Yeah, it's okay; I like it!" he comments, putting his arm round my
shoulder again. "Would you like a drink?"

"Yeah, please!"

"Coke all right?"

"Thanks!"

"Cool! Well, make yourself comfortable!" he says, indicating the
sofa, before walking through to the kitchen. It feels like all my
Christmases have come at once! Here I am in this awesome apartment
with a totally hot guy and we're going to have sex. Wow! A moment
later, Steve re-appears carrying two glasses of coke. He hands me one
then flops down next to me. He puts his arm round my shoulder again,
then reaches across with his free hand and starts stroking my leg up
inside my shorts. His touch is fantastic; it feels way better than
anyone else who's done this, even Jon. I'm going to enjoy this!

"Well, Arron!" he whispers. "This must be my lucky day! So what d'you
like doing?"

I pull a face, feeling slightly embarrassed. "Messing about, sucking,
getting sucked. The first guy I went with wet his finger and stuck it
up my bum. That was okay too. I don't want to get fucked though."

"No, that's cool. Do you kiss?"

"Dunno, never thought about it," I tell him, trying to stop myself
from giggling. I pause for a second. Why not? "I will if you want me
to." I tell him.

"Come on then," he says grinning at me.

We finish our drinks and I let him guide me through to his bedroom.
It's every bit as impressive as the living room. Rather nervously, I
start to get undressed, pulling off my shoes and socks, while he does
the same. My soccer top and Steve's tank top are next to go.

"Wow, aren't you beautifully slim!" he whispers. "Come here!"

I go and stand in front of him. He holds me close, my head on his
chest, listening to his heartbeat. His hands gently massage my back.
It feels wonderful, so relaxing. My fingers begin to explore his
tummy. He's quite slim but certainly not skinny. There's not an ounce
of fat on him anywhere. He is so hot! His fingers push inside the
waistband of my shorts and work on the drawstring, pulling it undone.
Without even thinking about it I undo the button at the top of his
cargo shorts and pull down the zip.

"Good boy!" he whispers.

He puts both hands inside my shorts, easing them down over my hips.
They fall to the floor; I step out of them. Now it's my turn. I push
his cargo shorts right the way down. His legs are perfect, with just
the right amount of muscle on them, and covered in a carpet of fine
blond hair. It looks like he's an athlete or something; he must work
out to keep himself in that sort of shape. We're down to our
underwear; me in my pale blue briefs, Steve in tight black trunks. He
sits on the bed and leans forward, pressing his nose right into my
crotch, his fingers stroking me just below my balls. I reach out and
ruffle his hair, encouraging him to continue. He hooks his fingers
into the waistband of my briefs and slowly pulls them down. He looks
up at me, eyes sparkling.

"Wow! What a beautiful little cock! Fuck! You are gorgeous! It's ages
since I met anyone as cute as you!"

He flicks his tongue out, swiping the end of my cock, then takes it
fully into his mouth, sucking it, licking it, his tongue flicking out
and slashing at my balls. The sensations are unbelievable! There's
just one more thing he needs to do. He licks right up my shaft and
lets me go.

"Beautiful!" he breathes. "So how about you find out what I've got
for you to play with?"

I kneel down in front of him and run my hand over the front of his
trunks, feeling his hard throbbing bulge. Oh yes! I want some of
that! Nervously I undo the buttons and get it out. He's got a real
beauty, about the same size and shape as Ricky's but a darker colour.
I shuffle forward slightly and take it into my mouth. It feels
wonderful! Best of all, I can take my time. I lick right up and down
it, working my tongue all over the head. To begin with I can only get
about half of it in my mouth, but with a bit of practice I manage to
get another inch or so. I can't get all the way down, but the way
Steve's ruffling my hair tells me he likes what I'm doing, so I guess
it doesn't matter. After a couple of minutes I slowly release his
glistening cock, sit back on my heels and grin up at him.

"Wow!" he whispers. "You've obviously done that before! That was
wonderful!"

He quickly discards his trunks and jumps back onto the bed indicating
for me to follow him. As I lie down next to him he puts his arms
round me, stroking my back and all over my bum. His touch is firm but
gentle. I like this! Our eyes meet. I can't help grinning at him. His
tongue flicks out, swiping my lips. I try to do the same. Suddenly
his tongue's in my mouth, working its way all over my teeth. This is
so wild! I can really smell him now; he smells of fit young guy. It's
making me hornier than ever. At last the kiss ends. Steve starts to
lick his way down my body, first one nipple, then the other, then my
tummy button, scooting down lower and lower, licking all over my
balls and up my shaft before diving right down on my cock. I open my
legs and pull my knees up, just like I do with Jon.

"Remember to wet your finger if you're going to. you know." I tell
him.

He releases my cock and looks up. "I'll do a whole lot better than
that!" he says, grinning at me.

He takes a tube of stuff from the bedside cabinet and squeezes some
onto his fingers. I look at the tube; it's got the letters `K Y' on
it. He goes back to sucking my cock. His hand slips down between my
legs, a cold, slimy finger touching my bum-hole. He works it round
very gently before gradually pushing it inside. He hits that
sensitive spot. Wow! This is the best ever! Better still, it doesn't
hurt at all.

As his mouth goes to work on my cock he pushes his finger in and out,
hitting the spot over and over. The feelings he's giving me are so
amazing I can hardly remember where I am. I'm squirming around,
gasping for breath, my hand resting on the back of his head. I just
don't want this to stop, ever! Then it starts, right down by my toes,
same as always. My whole body's shaking like a leaf, my bum gripping
Steve's finger like a vice. The sensations in my cock are the
strongest ever as it pulses and jerks in his mouth. And suddenly it's
finished. I'm so far out of it I feel like a rag doll and my dick's
so sensitive I can't bear him to touch it. I gently pull it away from
his sucking mouth. He allows his finger to slide out of my bum.

"Mmmm!" he whispers. "You love being fingered, don't you? That was
wild!"

I grin at him, feeling a bit embarrassed. "Steve," I ask, "you know
when you do that, you sort of touch something up there and it feels,
you know."

"Oh, that's your prostate," he says quietly, nuzzling my right ear.
"It's a sort of sex gland; it tells your balls to make spunk. I
reckon you're going to be making spunk before much longer. You went
bananas every time I touched it!"

My prostate, that's what it is. I guess that's why having someone
touch it is so exciting. Right now it's time for me to do my stuff. I
rest my head on his tummy and hold the base of his big hard cock
between thumb and index finger and take it into my mouth, about
halfway to start with, but as I begin to relax I manage to push down
a bit further and a bit further till I'm not far off taking the whole
thing. Steve's stroking my hair and fingering my bum again. This KY
stuff is brilliant; it feels so much better with him using that! The
way he's moaning and squirming around I know he's really loving what
I'm doing. Maybe I'll get to come back here; I certainly hope so! I
pick the pace up, sucking him for all I'm worth.

"Ooh yeah!" he moans. "Ohh! Go for it kid!!"

It's all the encouragement I need. My jaw's getting pretty tired but
this is the wrong time to be taking a break. I keep right on going,
his breathing getting more ragged by the second.

"Ohh! Oh fuck!!" he gasps. "Oh! I'm cumming!! Nnng!! Nnng!!
Aaaaarrrrggghhh!!!"

His cock explodes in my mouth, unloading wad after wad of thick,
creamy spunk. I stay right with it, sucking and licking till I've
swallowed every single drop. Slowly and gently I let him go.

"Fuck!" he breathes, still gasping like an old steam engine. "That
was the best blow-job in history! Shit! That was fuckin' awesome!
Come here!"

He pulls me over on top of him, our mouths meeting in another
delicious, passionate kiss. This is the wildest sex I've ever had and
I've enjoyed every second of it. He says he's going to give me some
money; I don't really care if he doesn't. He will though; I just know
he will. I know something else too. He's going to ask me to come here
again. I can hardly wait for the next time.