Date: Thu, 16 Nov 2006 19:42:31 +0000
From: Pink Panther <pinkpanther2@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Some Other Blues chapter 7
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7
I'm spending more and more time at Zac's house; I go there three or
four evenings a week. I don't hang out with him in school though,
except for our religious education class, and not at weekends either.
The sex is just unbelievable, and those vids he's got! Shit, I just
can't see enough of them! Some of the kids don't look to be any more
than ten and they're doing everything! At that age I wouldn't have
had a clue about any of it. I still don't think of Zac as a mate
though; he's my fuck-buddy, that's what Steve calls him. I guess I'm
worried that if I'm around him too much I'll start wasting my time in
school the way that he does. In any case, I know Jon and Ricky don't
like him. They're my real mates and nothing's going to change that.
In a strange way going with Zac has made me focus on my schoolwork
more than I ever have. Unless Jon's coming round, which still isn't
that often, I do my homework as soon as I get in from school. I work
straight through for up to two hours if I have to, just to make sure
it's all done and mum will let me go out. Far from slipping, my
grades are actually going up. When I finish my homework I get a real
sense of achievement knowing that I've worked had and done a good
job. Two hours later I get my reward. It works for me!
0 o 0 o 0 o 0
This evening's going to be one of the exceptions; Jon's asked to come
round. He's doing my head in behaving like this, but I can't say no
to him, I just can't. I don't want to anyway; he's still my best
mate, always there when I really need him. It's set me a bit of a
problem though; I'm supposed to be going to Zac's house later on and
I've got loads of homework to do. Fitting everything in is going to
be quite a problem.
The doorbell rings; I pad downstairs to answer it. Jon's there,
looking as stunning as he always does. He follows me up to my
bedroom, but instead of getting straight down to it, he sits on the
bed, motioning for me to sit next to him.
"You've been going round to Zac Renshaw's house," he says quietly.
"Yeah. How d'you know?"
"Brett Ashford's seen you a couple of times; he lives just down the
road."
"Well?"
"What d'you want to go hanging out with him for?"
"Well, you don't seem to want to come round here that often."
He rolls his eyes. "Shit! I never thought about him being gay; can't
say it's a surprise though. So how did that happen?"
"One morning after R.E. we went for a piss in the boys' room in the
old science block. He got a hard-on. It just went from there."
He grimaces; it's sure sign that he doesn't like it. "Well, it's up
to you; as far as I'm concerned he's a waste of fuckin' space. He's a
useful runner but he can't be bothered; he used to be in all the top
sets with us, back in year seven, remember, but he got kicked out
`cause he wouldn't work. He's always in trouble for not doing
homework and stuff; he doesn't give a shit. From what Brett says his
parents don't give a shit either."
"Yeah, well that's just it," I tell him. "They don't. I've been there
seven or eight times and they've never been in once. Zac can do as he
likes as long as he stays out of trouble."
"Yeah, well," Jon says, screwing his face up, "that's okay for him;
they've got plenty of money. Don't start thinking you can do that.
And I still don't like him; I wouldn't trust him as far as I could
throw him."
I grin at him. "You needn't worry about that; I just go round there
to have sex, that's all it is."
"Well just be careful, that's all," Jon says somewhat sourly.
"I wouldn't be going there at all if I saw a bit more of you," I say
grinning at him. "All through the summer you were round here all the
time; now it's once a week if I'm lucky."
He shifts about, looking uncomfortable. "Yeah, well it's not that I
don't want to, but Julie and I are going out pretty steady now. Oh,
we haven't gone all the way or anything, but every time I come here
it feels like I'm cheating on her. Sometimes I get so horny I just
have to. Then afterwards I feel really bad about it." He pauses. "I
know I'm fucking you about but that's how it is."
I give him a big smile. "That's cool, totally," I say quietly. "I
know that's what you want. And I promise I'll be careful hanging out
with Zac."
We sit there for several seconds without speaking, almost like we're
both wondering what happens next. I run my hand up his thigh and
whisper right in his ear.
"So what I want now is to give you the best blow-job in history!"
He grins at me. "Let's go for it!"
In a matter of seconds we're both naked. Jon is so perfect! I just
wish he wanted me the way I want him! But he doesn't, so I've got to
make the best of what's on offer, and I've every intention of doing
exactly that. I quickly lick my way down his body, round his cock and
onto his balls, taking each one into my mouth and caressing it with
my tongue. The tip of my tongue then slides up his shaft, hard but
wonderfully smooth, until I reach the head. I pause for a second
before slowly going down on it, taking it deeper and deeper until I
hit bottom. I begin to suck, quite slowly at first, enjoying the
taste and feel of his sex, fingers massaging the area just behind his
balls. The way he's squirming around on the bed tells me what a good
job I'm doing for him. His hand snakes around my back, takes hold of
my cock and starts wanking me. I speed up, sucking harder and harder.
He's gasping and moaning now; I'm going to get my reward at any
second.
"Uuuuh! Nnng!!" he moans. "Oh, Arron! I'm cumming!! Nnnnnggggg!!!"
His cock jerks wildly between my lips, his spunk spurting powerfully
into my mouth. At almost the same moment my balls go tight and I cum
all over his tummy. We lie there exhausted.
"Wow!" Jon breathes. "I really needed that! Thanks Arron! You're
always a mate, you know that."
We get off the bed and quickly clean ourselves up. Jon pats my bum.
"Zac got a big cock, has he?" he whispers.
"Pretty big, why?"
"I can see he's been fucking you senseless, that's all! Or at least
somebody has!"
I turn to face him; he's pulling his boxers on and giving me another
stunning smile. So he doesn't really like me going with Zac, but at
least he can have a laugh about it. I love this kid; I'm sure I'll
never meet anyone else like him.
For once it suits me that he's in a hurry to get home. It's quarter
to five already; I'll be pushed to get my homework finished before
mum gets back. I work like stink; I've finished the science and
geography, and done them pretty well too. That leaves maths. I check
the time. It's two minutes to six. Mum will be home any moment; there
isn't even time to start it.
Now I've got a decision to make. I know what I should do, of course;
do my maths homework and forget about going to Zac's this evening. He
won't like it, but that doesn't bother me. But the fact is I want to
go. I'll just tell mum I've finished all my homework. I've been so
conscientious about it over the last few weeks she doesn't even
bother checking it any more. I'll still have to do it of course, and
I can't start it when I get home from Zac's without Mum finding out.
My only chance is to get up early in the morning and do it then. I'm
usually awake by half past six so it shouldn't be a problem.
0 o 0 o 0 o 0
Romping around on the bed with Zac is just so exciting! Oh, sure, I
do sometimes wish it was Jon I was with, but most of the time I
couldn't care less. Zac likes to fuck me stupid; I love having him
fuck me stupid, end of story! And that's what he's just done, me
lying on my tummy, pillow under my hips with a towel over it, legs
spread apart, Zac down on top of me, fucking me like it was going out
of fashion. I spunked on the towel; less than ten seconds later he
shot his load up my bum. Awesome!
So now we're just snuggled up together recovering before he does it
again.
"So how old's your boyfriend, Arron?" Zac asks.
"Twenty four," I tell him, without even thinking about it.
"So d'you like older guys then?"
"Depends. As long as they're fit, and he is fit! What about you?"
"Not really. I like boys my own age, or maybe a bit younger."
I can't say that's a surprise; those vids he's got are all of kids
between ten and fourteen, so it's pretty clear what he's into. We lie
there for several minutes, kissing occasionally, not saying much.
Before long we're both rock hard again.
"You ready for some more?" Zac whispers.
"Mmmm!" I respond, grinning across at him.
I lift my legs up so my knees are by my shoulders. Zac moves in
behind me. A second later that beautiful big cock is sliding into my
bum. Oh, yeah! This is what I want! He sets to work, fucking me deep
and hard, his cock slamming over my prostate on every thrust. He
smiles down at me, his body glowing with perspiration. Without
missing a beat he pulls my legs wider apart and leans forward. Our
mouths meet. His hands run over my chest and tweak my nipples, and
all the time he's fucking me, in, out, in, out, like his life
depended on it. The mixture of sensations is totally indescribable. A
hand slides down over my tummy; fingers fondle my cock. In an instant
my balls go tight, my bum clamping his dick like a vice. Jets of
spunk fountain out of my pulsing cock making both our tummies wet and
sticky. Zac's gasping like an old steam engine. With a final
`Nnnnggggg' he slams right into me and stops moving. His cock swells
and pulses as his spunk floods into my bum. Shit! Just as I start
thinking that things can't get any wilder, something like that
happens!
It's five to nine when I get home. There's no chance of doing my
maths homework now; I'm totally out of it anyway. I set my alarm for
ten to seven, strip my clothes off and hit the sack.
0 o 0 o 0 o 0
The moment I wake up I know something's wrong. I look at the clock.
It's twenty five to eight. That's okay, a bit later than usual, but
not a problem. Then I remember. Shit! I've still got my maths
homework to do! I've slept right through my alarm clock. If I try to
get my homework done now I'll be late for school. Bollocks! I get
myself ready as fast as I can. It's eight o'clock. I sit down at my
desk and set about the algebra homework that Tim Ballard set us. The
problem is that I can't think straight because I'm having to rush it.
It's all over the place. I finish the exercise but I know I've got at
least half of it wrong. Shit! I'm going to make bloody sure that
doesn't happen again, even if it means missing out on seeing Zac. I
grab my things and head off for school.
0 o 0 o 0 o 0
"Arron, will you stay behind at the end please, I need a word with
you," Tim Ballard says quietly.
Yeah, well I know what that's about. I got eight right out of twenty
five in that algebra exercise. That's pathetic! Most of the time I'd
get them all right. I can't say anything to Jon about it. He warned
me about spending too much time with Zac. I work steadily through the
class, not saying much. The bell sounds. As the other kids make their
way out to morning break, I wait behind nervously. Mr. Ballard pulls
a chair up next to his desk.
"Right, Arron, come and sit down please."
I sit on the chair that he's put there for me.
"So what happened with the homework, Arron? It was way below your
usual standard."
"Sorry, sir, I had to go out Wednesday evening and I rushed through
it."
He smiles at me. "Well, these things happen, but in future, if
there's a problem getting the work done on time you must tell me,
okay? Then we can get something sorted out. Look, Arron, I don't want
to be nosey but I know a bit about the way things are for you at
home; Mrs. Cooper filled me in. I know it must be pretty difficult,
but you've done superbly so far; I don't want to see you let it go.
D'you understand?"
"Yes sir," I mumble.
"So which lunch are you on today?"
"First."
"Good! Meet me outside the dining hall at the end of period four and
I'll take you straight in. Then you can come back here and do that
stuff again. I'll be pottering about so if you do get stuck I'll be
around to help, okay?"
"Yes sir."
"And if there are problems, at home or whatever, please come and talk
to me, okay?"
I pause for a moment. "There is one thing, sir."
"Yeah?"
"Up to about a year ago I used to really love school, found it really
easy. Then somehow it just got boring and it was like I didn't want
to be bothered with it any more. I've tried really hard this term but
there are still days when I just don't want to do it."
He gives me a big smile.
"It's called growing up," he says quietly. "Lots of boys go through
the sort of experience you've just described. Your body is changing
very rapidly at the moment with hormones firing off all over the
place. It can be pretty difficult, feeling so differently about
things and not understanding why. All I can say to you is that you
will get through it. In the meantime you just need to keep doing what
you are doing and try to hold things together, okay?"
"Yeah, thanks sir,"
I leave his classroom with a warm glow inside. No teacher has ever
talked to me like that, like I was a real human being who actually
matters. That's what makes him the best teacher I've ever had; he
cares about what happens to us, he really does. I'd love to be able
to talk to him about the stuff that really bothers me, about being
gay and my relationship with Jonathan, but he wouldn't understand,
would he? No, I'll just have to deal with that myself.
0 o 0 o 0 o 0
"I want to show you something," Zac tells me.
The way he says it immediately arouses my interest; for some reason
it makes me slightly nervous too. He's up to something and I'm not
quite sure what. He pulls a box from under the bed and removes an
expensive-looking piece of equipment and plugs it into the computer.
I don't recognise it at first; then it hits me.
"That a webcam?"
"Yeah."
I know where this is going before he tells me.
"I got a cheap one for my birthday," he says casually. "I was
chatting to this guy on msn and he asked me to ., you know. I didn't
want to at first but then he said he'd give me fifty quid. I thought
he was blagging, but he helped me set up an account so he could pay
me the money, so I did it. Then a few other guys asked me, so I told
them about the account and did it for them too. This one guy said it
was okay but the pictures weren't very good. They were crap actually.
I said it was all I'd got; if he wanted to see some better pics he'd
have to buy me a new cam. I never thought he'd do it, but, well, this
it it! He had it sent to me. I've checked it out, man; it's over a
thousand! He must be well minted, spending money like that!"
"Don't you mind, you know, having these guys looking at you?"
"No, it's cool man! It's such a buzz, having all these old pervs
drooling over me and being so desperate for it they send me money
just to watch me have a wank. It's not like they can touch me or
anything."
"Don't they try to get you to meet them?"
"Some of them do, but I'm not up for that; I'm not stupid!"
There's an uneasy pause.
"Look, Arron," he says. "This one guy, the guy that bought me the
cam, I've told him I've got a boyfriend and how cute you are and all
that. He says he'll give us five hundred quid to see us do stuff
together. Five hundred man! That's two-fifty each! What d'you say?
Will you do it?"
"Dunno, have to think about it."
"It's totally cool, man!" Zac says insistently. "He'll come across
with the money; I always get them to pay half up-front anyway. Come
on, Arron!"
I shrug. "Could do, I guess, as long as you tell me this guy's okay.
I don't want any shit over it or nothing. Not now though."
"No, he's not online at the moment anyway; I'll have to fix it up for
next week. So you up for it?"
"I guess."
I guess I am, sort of. I'm not happy about it though. I hate getting
pushed into stuff like that. It's not Zac's fault; I've got to learn
to stand up for myself more; I get really angry with myself for being
such a wimp. And there's something not right about this. I know Zac's
saying it's all totally cool and shit, but it's not; I know it isn't.
I just can't put my finger on why.