Date: Thu, 26 Oct 2006 22:48:33 +0000
From: Pink Panther <pinkpanther2@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: 'Some Other Blues' Chapter 4
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4
This is turning into the best summer holiday that I can remember.
Jonathan's back from Spain and hornier than ever; he couldn't wait to
have me suck him off again. I bought some KY for him to use. I was as
nervous as anything going into Superdrug to get it. As it goes I
needn't have worried. I found it on the shelf, took it to the counter
and paid for it; the assistant never even looked at me. Having him
use that when he puts his finger up my bum makes it feel ten times as
good!
Then there's Steve. I see him twice a week and love it to bits. I
love just being with him. Compared with the drabness of Whitestone,
being with him is like stepping into another world; I can't get
enough of it. It's not just the luxurious place he's got, or him
being a really fit guy, he's so much fun to be with; he's always
making me laugh. The sex is awesome, of course, but you knew that
anyway. The best thing about it though is that for the few hours I'm
with him I don't feel like a dirt-poor kid off a scruffy housing
estate, I feel special, like I'm somebody. Nobody ever made me feel
like that before. Steve does give me money, of course, but that isn't
why I go with him; it really isn't. Sometimes when I see him at the
weekend, instead of giving me money he takes me shopping and buys me
something really nice to wear. I don't know if Jon and Ricky have any
idea what I'm doing, but they haven't said anything.
0 o 0 o 0 o 0
I meet him by the entrance to Beechwood Park, just like I always do.
That's quite funny in a way. It was the place Jim asked me to meet
him, only I never did. Now Steve and I meet there all the time. I
follow him back to his car; less than ten minutes later I'm tucked up
in his apartment getting pampered to death, not that I'm complaining,
I love it! I've never had anyone make a fuss over me the way Steve
does. After ten minutes or so of snogging and cuddling on the sofa,
we head for the bedroom. Slowly and sensuously we strip each other
naked then we're together on the bed, kissing, fondling, sucking and
me loving every second of it. A cold, slimy finger tickles my bum-
hole and pushes its way inside. The feelings just keep getting
better! A minute later a second finger pushes in behind the first.
That hurts quite a bit at first, but when he hits my prostate-thing
again it's just so exciting there's no way I want him to stop.
"Arron," he whispers. "Can I fuck you?"
He's asked before; just over a week ago.
"I don't think I'm ready for that yet," I tell him, trying to sound
as relaxed about it as I can. It's the same answer I gave last time.
He gently runs his finger down my cheek.
"You'll love it, I promise!" he coos. "You love having my fingers up
there; my cock will feel way better than that! I wouldn't ask unless
I knew you'd like it."
So I'll love it. Yeah, but that's just the problem; I'm scared that I
will love it. That'll make me one hundred per cent, twenty four carat
gay; a bumboy. Well I know I'm gay, I've even told Jon and Ricky, but
this sort of like the final step. And it's going to hurt; yeah he's
got two fingers up me but his cock's way bigger than that; it'll go
in much further too. Then there's the mess. He's going to shoot his
cum into me. Well that's cool, I guess, except that afterwards it's
going to be sort of yucky.
But I don't want to say no. I love being with Steve so much; shit,
I'd come and live with him if I could. Why do things have to be so
difficult?
"Not today, please Steve. Next time you can do it, I promise."
I listen to the words coming out of my mouth like it wasn't me saying
them. Fuck! What have I just done? I've told him that the next time
we have sex he can fuck me. Shit! What did I say that for? Well, it's
too late now; I've said it.
0 o 0 o 0 o 0
It's four o'clock when we leave Ricky's place. I can't stop thinking
about what happened at Steve's yesterday. I'll be seeing him again on
Saturday; that's two days time, unless I bottle out, of course, and I
won't do that, I'd miss him too much. Jon and I head back towards my
house. We've both made an excuse as to why we needed to go well
before our parents get home. I never told Jon about what happened
with me and Ricky while he was in Spain, so I'm not sure if he
realises that Ricky pretty much knows what's going on. Anyway, Ricky
seems happy enough as long as we don't try to get him to join in, so
what the hell.
Barely five minutes later we're stark naked on my bed, doing pretty
much what we always do. That sounds bad, like it's not that exciting.
It is exciting, just as much as it was the first time we did it. It's
just that we both know what we like to do, what we're comfortable
with, what makes the other one feel good, so we stick to that;
simple. But there's something different today. There's a sort of
tension in the air, like something's not quite right, something I
can't put my finger on. I guess I must be imagining it and dismiss
the idea. Jonathan goes down on my cock, sucking it very slowly. He
seems more and more nervous about doing this. My cock's grown quite a
bit in the last few weeks and he's paranoid about me cumming in his
mouth. I don't care if I don't; it feels wonderful anyway. He
squeezes some KY onto his fuck finger, pushes it into my bum, and
works it in and out. That is just the best feeling possible; I love
it. Suddenly, Jon pulls his finger out and releases my cock. He looks
very intently straight into my eyes.
"Arron, I need to ask you something," he says quietly.
"Yeah, what's the problem?"
"You know you told me you nicked those shorts. You didn't did you?
Somebody bought them for you, or gave you the money for them."
"I don't know what you're talking about," I respond dismissively,
trying to hide the fact that I'm totally panic-stricken.
"Arron, there's all the other stuff you've had just recently. Those
trainers you got last week cost ninety quid. Then there are the times
when you disappear for hours and nobody knows where you are."
I could carry on lying but it would be useless. Jon knows me so well;
he knows I haven't got the bottle to go shoplifting. He's just worked
it out.
"Promise you won't say anything," I say nervously.
"Arron, how long have we been mates?" he asks, sounding irritated.
"Well, like forever."
"And have I ever grassed you up?"
He's right, of course. He never has and I know he never would. I tell
him the whole thing, well almost. I tell him that I met Steve that
first time, the day I bunked off from school. I can't bear to tell
him about going with the other two guys; it'd make me sound like a
slut.
"I wasn't there looking for it," I tell him, "honestly I wasn't. I
don't think he was either."
"Fuck, man!" Jon breathes, frowning at me. "You took a fuckin' big
risk, going with someone like that. You've got more bottle than I
thought. If that had been me I'd have legged it right out of there!"
"Yeah, well I sort of got the feeling he was all right."
He shrugs. "Lucky you were right."
There's a long pause.
"So you don't mind?" I ask.
"No, I guess. I was worried, that's all. I knew you were doing it; I
thought you might be getting picked up by, you know, just anybody,
you know what I mean." He looks down at the bed. "Well, seems like
you've struck lucky. As long as you're happy, that's all that
matters. I just don't want you getting hurt."
I grip his hand. "Thanks, Jon"
There's another long pause. I can tell he's building up to something.
"Arron," he asks finally, "does he, you know."
I shake my head. "He wants to, but I've said I'm not ready for that.
He's got a big cock, man!"
"So he doesn't make you do things then?"
"No way, man! I'd go with him even if he wasn't buying me clothes and
stuff!"
He shrugs. "That's cool then, I guess."
A moment later he's back down on my cock, his lubed-up finger working
it's way into my bum.
"Use two fingers," I whisper.
I don't have to ask him twice; he gets the idea right off, pushing
his index finger in behind his middle finger then gently fucking me
with them. Wow! That is so wild! An idea starts to form in my head.
The thing is Jon's not as big as Steve, so it won't. Well, you know
where this is going. He let's go of my cock. I grab the pillow, put
it in the middle of the bed then roll onto my tummy with the pillow
under my hips so my bum's sticking up. I spread my legs wide. I've
seen porno on Steve's computer of a guy getting fucked like this. Jon
pushes his fingers in as far as they will go. The sensations are
unbelievable.
"Arron," he says quietly, failing to hide how excited he is. "D'you
want me to, you know.?"
I nod vigorously.
"Shit man!" he gasps, sounding more excited than ever. "I've been
wanting to do this for weeks, but I was scared it'd freak you out!"
I look over my shoulder to see him smearing KY over his dick. He puts
the cap back on the tube and lowers himself onto me. I reach back and
pull my bum-cheeks apart. His cock-head homes in on my back entrance.
This is it; the moment I've been dreading, dreaming about, all sorts
of shit. He pushes down; there's a violent stabbing pain as his cock
goes into me, maybe a couple of inches. Even worse is the shock.
Beads of perspiration break out all over me. I've been having fingers
up my bum for weeks, but this is different, totally. It's his cock,
and the realisation that I've finally crossed that line, lost that
one bit of innocence I had left, well, I can't even start to describe
the way that feels.
"Arron, are you okay?" Jon whispers.
I nod slowly. "Yeah, just need to get used to it." I tell him
quietly, trying to hide how much pain I'm in.
I try to relax. Very slowly the pain subsides, the shock of that
first penetration ebbing away with it.
"Yeah, that's cool," I whisper. "You can push in a bit more now."
He slowly pushes down, his cock thrusting over my prostate, sending
bolts of electricity through my dick. Moments later his tummy is
tight against my bum. Oh, I love this all right! Jon's firm, fit body
pressed tight to my own, his cock fully inside me, his sweet aroma
filling my nostrils and making hornier than ever, like some magic sex-
drug. Yes, I want this! He starts to move, pulling well back then
thrusting right over my sex gland again. Wow!! I thought having his
two fingers hitting my prostate was wild; this beats it by miles! He
builds into a rhythm, his cock hitting my sex-gland on every inward
stroke. Even getting sucked off doesn't come close to what this feels
like. Instinctively I join into the movement, pushing my hips up to
meet his downward thrusts.
Suddenly I'm there, my muscles going into the craziest spasms ever.
My feet flick up around Jon's legs, pulling him into me. I gasp for
breath; my bum flares and tightens around his invading cock. My dick
jerks against the pillow in the wildest spasms of all. Moments later
Jon's there too, his hands gripping my upper arms, his hot breath
swirling round my face. Several jets of his sticky boy-spunk spurt
into my bum before he collapses on top of me. Steve told me I'd love
it but I never dreamed it would be this good.
Quite suddenly it's over. I'm lying there, still impaled on Jon's
cock, his heart thumping against my back. After what seems like ages
he slowly lifts himself off me, his softening dick plopping out of my
bum. I'm sore and messy, but none of that matters. It was the most
awesome experience ever. He can do that again any time he wants. And
he will want to do it again, I'm quite sure of that.
"Wow, Arron!" he breathes. "That was unbelievable! Are you okay?"
"Yeah!" I whisper, rolling onto my back and grinning up at him. "I
dry cummed without us even touching it!"
"Yeah, I felt it!" he responds breathlessly. "It was like you were
trying to squeeze my cock dry! Next time you'd better put a towel
there or something; you're going to have a proper cum soon!"
I make my way to the bathroom. Walking properly's a bit awkward but
it's not too bad. I sit on the toilet: Jon's spunk runs into the
bowl, or at least most of it does. I try to wipe my bum. Owwww! It's
so sore I can hardly bear to touch it. That means I'm going to mess
my underpants, but it can't be helped.
Back in the bedroom Jon's already getting dressed.
"Tomorrow evening mum and dad are taking the twins to this dance
performance thing in town; they won't get back till late," he tells
me. "Why don't you come to mine, we can play computer games then you
can sleep over."
"Yeah, cool!" I respond, returning his cheeky grin. I'm pretty sure
what he has in mind and playing on the computer is not a big part of
it.
0 o 0 o 0 o 0
It's just after half past six when I arrive at Jon's house. Fifteen
minutes later Jon's mum and dad and the twins, Jon's ten year old
sisters, have gone and we've got the place to ourselves.
"They won't be back till half past ten, maybe even later," he tells
me, grinning. "Come on!"
He leads the way up to his bedroom. "Have you brought the lube?" he
asks.
I fish it out of the pocket of my shorts and hand it to him. He
unties the drawstring of my shorts and quickly pulls them down. A
moment later he's got my underpants round my ankles too.
"Turn round!" he whispers.
I do as he says, bending over and resting my forearms on the small
desk where he sits to do his homework. Cold, slimy fingers work their
way into my bum. After only a few seconds he takes them out. He moves
in behind me, his stiff cock prodding at my bum hole. Then he's right
there, his dick thrusting right into me until I've got the whole
thing. He reaches down and fondles my cock; it's twitching wildly. He
sets to work, quite slowly at first, but quickly building up the pace
until he's fucking me senseless, slamming into me as hard as he can.
I can't believe how wild this is. It's totally different from the way
he fucked me yesterday; much rougher. I don't care; he's hitting my
prostate so hard I hardly know which day of the week it is. All too
soon the muscles spasms kick in. I grab the edge of the desk just to
stop myself falling over, my bum tightening repeatedly round Jon's
dick like I'm trying to snap it off. My balls go very tight, my cock
swelling and jerking between his fingers. He's very close too. Less
than thirty seconds later he thrusts right into me, his spunk
exploding into my bum. After around half a minute he carefully pulls
out.
"Fuck!" he whispers, still struggling to get his breath back, "I've
cum loads! My balls feel like I won't be able to cum again for ages!"
I turn to face him; he grins at me. "I'm sure I will though!" he
adds.
After I've got myself cleaned up we do actually spend most of the
next three hours playing on the computer. A game finishes and Jon
checks his watch.
"It's ten to ten," he tells me. "Let's go to bed now; it gives us
plenty of time before mum and dad get back. And if we go to sleep
early tonight, we'll wake up early tomorrow, before, you know, anyone
else wakes up."
So he wants to fuck me now before we go to sleep and then do it again
when we wake up early tomorrow. It sounds good to me. Then just s few
hours later I'll go to meet Steve. I wonder if he'll be able to tell.
I guess he probably will. I've never told him anything about doing
stuff with Jon, but it looks like tomorrow I'll have to or he'll
think I've been going with another punter. I don't want him thinking
that I've let another older guy fuck me before he got to do it.
I've slept over here loads of times, but this is going to be so
different. I don't think Jon's parents have got a clue. As far as
they're concerned I'm still Jon's cute little friend. I don't think
the idea that we could be having sex has even entered their heads. We
strip down to our underwear, climb into bed and snuggle up together.
Being so close to him, his strong, protective arms wrapped around me
is just brilliant. I feel so safe, so relaxed. I wish he'd kiss me
but he just isn't into that. Still, I'm not complaining. Boxers and
underpants are soon discarded. I dive down under the covers, licking
my way down his body until I reach his cock. It's as hard as sprung
steel. I take it into my mouth, working my tongue all over it as Jon
ruffles my hair. After a couple of minutes of sucking and licking I
let him go and we snuggle up again.
Now it's Jon's turn. Even though he's not really into sucking me he
does it brilliantly; the sensations in my dick are unbelievable. It's
weird in a way. He says he isn't gay, and he's totally paranoid about
me cumming in his mouth, but he insists on doing it because he says
it wouldn't be fair otherwise. Well that's Jon, the best mate I'll
ever have. A well-lubed finger pushes into my bum. He's not rushing,
just moving things on. The finger withdraws and he releases my cock.
I turn over onto my left side, my back to him, I pull my knees up
sort of at right angles and cock my right leg up to make it easier
for him. He doesn't need to be asked twice, his rampant cock
thrusting into my bum.
He holds me round the hips and pulls me onto him until his whole
length's inside me. I drop my right leg, clamping his cock tight
inside my bum. We lie there motionless, both of us enjoying the
unbelievable feeling of closeness. Jon reaches down and fondles my
cock. It twitches wildly the moment he touches it.
"We've forgotten to put a towel there!" he whispers. "I'm sure you're
going to cum!"
I grab my underpants and put them in front of my cock. We're ready to
go. Jon pulls slowly back then thrusts his cock right back in again.
He pauses for a second and does it again. Within half a minute or so
he's settled into a rhythm, slowly back, hard in, slowly back, hard
in, like he's been doing this for years. His strong slim fingers
playing with my cock, his body pressed tight against my back, his
warm, sweet breath playing on my neck; this is the best yet, and as
it's only a few hours since we last did it, I know it's going to last
some time. Five minutes pass; Jon's still pounding into me. His pace
is relentless; he's going at it just as hard as when he started. I
don't think many kids our age would be able to keep this up, but
Jon's a brilliant athlete and it just isn't a problem for him. He
starts thrusting even harder, his ragged breathing telling me that
he's very close. I am too, the sensations in my cock intensifying by
the second. Then I get a totally new feeling, like I want to pee
really bad. For a moment I almost panic, afraid that I'm going to
piss on the bed. Then, as my whole body goes into the wildest spasms
ever, it happens, just like Jon said it would. My cock jerks in his
hand, some clear, sticky stuff squirts out, dribbling over his
fingers and onto my briefs. I've done it! I've cum! Jon's gone right
over the edge too, his cock buried deep inside me as another load of
his boy-juice paints my insides.
We lie there for what seems like ages, both of us struggling to get
our breath back, before Jon gently pulls his cock out.
"Fuckin' awesome!" he whispers. "Told you you'd cum, didn't I? That's
fuckin' brilliant!"
"Yeah! I thought I was going to piss on the bed. Then it just
happened! That was wicked!"
I pad through to the bathroom and clean myself up. That was the best
ever, by miles. The orgasm is so much stronger when you do actually
cum. I'm starting to wonder how much better this can get. Back in
Jon's room we settle down under the covers; snuggled up together with
me lying on my side and Jon spooned up behind me, his right arm
draped across my chest. Seconds later I'm fast asleep.
0 o 0 o 0 o 0
I slowly wake up like I was having the most wonderful dream ever. It
takes me a few moments to realise where I am, and it's not a dream;
Jon's still spooned up behind me, just like he was when I fell
asleep, only now his fingers are running over my chest and his hard
dick's prodding my bum. I'm aware of the sunlight streaming into the
bedroom. It's morning; I've slept like a log.
"Mmmm!" I breathe as Jon's fingers run over the front of my briefs.
"You awake?" Jon whispers.
"Mmmm!" I repeat, nodding my head.
"Sleep okay?"
"Yeah, no problem!"
"You ready for.."
"Yeah! What time is it?"
"Five to six; nobody else will be awake for ages."
I roll over so I'm facing him. "Are you going to fuck me?" I ask,
grinning.
He shakes his head. "We'll make too much noise; it might wake
someone. Try this; slide down the bed a bit."
I do as he says. Jon turns himself right round so his feet are up by
the pillows. I slide down some more until his face is right by my
crotch. He doesn't hesitate for a moment, taking my cock right into
his mouth. Jon's cock is right by my face. We've never tried this
before but I don't hesitate either; plunging down on it until I've
got it right down my throat. We both move like we're on autopilot;
Jon fucking my mouth and me fucking his. I can hardly believe he
wanted to do this; he knows I'll probably cum in his mouth, but for
once he doesn't seem bothered. I know I'm getting close; the
sensations in my dick are unbelievable. I can sense that he's close
too.
Suddenly the muscle spasms hit me. I try to pull my cock out but he's
holding me round the hips so I'm going nowhere. My balls go very,
very tight; a second later the little globs of spunk come barrelling
through my cock and squirt into his mouth. It's my wildest orgasm
ever. Almost immediately he returns the favour; his salty spunk
spurting right down my throat.
We slowly pull apart. Jon spits my spunk out onto my tummy and rubs
it into my skin; then snakes back around and snuggles up next to me.
I look at him quizzically.
"I thought you didn't want me to do that."
He shrugs. "Decided I had to stop being a baby. You swallow mine, and
you take it up the bum. That must have hurt, especially the first
time. Getting a bit of your spunk in my mouth wasn't going to kill
me, was it? Did you like it?"
I give him a big smile. "Yeah! It was awesome! Thanks!"
He still doesn't want to kiss, but maybe it won't be long before he's
up for that too.
"So when are you seeing this guy again?" he asks quietly.
"This morning; got to meet him at eleven o'clock"
"So will you let him. you know?"
"Dunno. He's still pretty big. I'll have to think about it."
"Well, just take care of yourself. Don't let him do it if you don't
want to."
It's twenty past six. We snuggle up together and lie there for ages
without saying another word, just enjoying the warmth and closeness
of each other's body. I reflect on what's happened over the last
couple of days. I've really crossed that line now; there's no going
back. In a way Jon's surprised me too. I knew he was horny but I
never expected him to go that far with me. Of course I will let Steve
fuck me. For a start I'm pretty sure he'll know it's already happend.
Then I'll have some explaining to do. Shit! I hope he believes me!
Well, I'll soon find out.