Date: Thu, 27 Dec 2007 21:17:20 +0000
From: pinkpanther2@hotmail.co.uk
Subject: 'A Warm April Saturday' Chapter 13
All the usual disclaimers apply; if the law where you are prohibits you
from reading material like this, then I guess you'd better not, but if
you do, don't blame either me or Nifty if you read it and get caught,
okay? And if you don't like reading about sexual interactions involving
underage boys and adult men, you probably ought to leave this page right
now.
Now for an announcement. I have now finished writing 'A Warm
April Saturday' which finally ran to thirty two chapters. After a little
consultation, I have decided to post the remaining twenty chapters at the
rate of two per week, sending in a chapter each Monday and Thursday, so
that it will finish sometime in March.
And finally an appeal: is anyone out there still reading this?? After
some most encouraging responses to the early chapters, the feedback has
almost dried up! Now I know that we're all busy and that, but it would be
great to hear from guys who wrote in earlier, or guys who've not written
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CHAPTER THIRTEEN
It seems that we're going to be doing the cross-country run every two
weeks. Today will be the first chance I'll get to see how much
quicker I can run. I don't want to go mad though, especially at the
start. Craig's not here this time, but it's no problem; the course is
easy enough, you just follow the track all the way round.
The whistle goes. I start off much like I did last time; it works out
much the same too, by the time we reach the gate I'm up at the front
with Alwyn and Andrew. As we start along the track through the woods
I pick the pace up; we're definitely running faster than we did last
time. Alwyn seems okay with it, but Andrew isn't; within a hundred
yards he's off the back. I press on; if Tom can run that much
quicker, I know I can. We're really cracking along, matching each
other stride for stride. We reach a large oak tree where we swing
sharply to the right, so we're running next to the school fence back
towards the gate. I'm still feeling strong; it's time to wind up the
pace again. Slowly but inexorably Alwyn drops back; by the time I
reach the gate he's ten yards behind. I stride across the field
towards the finish, giving it everything.
"Nine minutes thirteen!" Mr. Maynard calls as I cross the line.
Alwyn was quicker too, nine minutes twenty five, but this time I beat
him by a long way. We shake hands and slump down onto the grass to
wait for the others. That was hard! Five minutes later everyone's
back.
"That was an excellent time," Mr. Maynard tells me as we trudge off
to the changing room. "We've not had many boys run quicker than that.
It's a shame we don't have the team here any more. Maybe when you're
a bit older you'll want to think about joining the athletics club;
you're certainly good enough."
"Thanks, sir," I say quietly.
"Were you at Deans Park?" he asks.
"Yes, sir."
"Do they breed runners or something?" he asks, grinning. "You must
know Tom Ashford; he's good too."
"Yeah, I sit with Tom in most of my classes," I say, smiling back at
him.
Tom will have done it the period before break; I wonder how fast he
ran. He never mentioned it when we were hanging out together, but
he's like that. I'll see him in maths next period in any case. I've
never thought about joining the athletics club; I don't know what mum
would think about it. I guess I need to get settled in here first.
Maybe Tom might join too.
0 o 0 o 0 o 0
I arrive at our maths room; Tom's already there.
"Did you do cross-country this morning?" I ask as I get my books out.
"Yeah."
"What time did you get?"
"Nine-fifteen; you?"
"Nine thirteen!"
"Cool! How did the kid who got close to you last time go?"
"Nine twenty five."
"Oh! I didn't have anyone that close to me; I was on my own most of
the way."
It sounds like he's boasting but he's not; he never does. He's just
told me how it was. I really want to run against him; I hope we'll
get the chance some time.
0 o 0 o 0 o 0
I've been here two weeks and two days and the day has finally
arrived; I'm twelve years old. I'll be having a party on Saturday.
I've invited the usual gang. I did think about inviting a couple of
the other boys, Alwyn especially, but I thought it was a bit early
for that. Still, today's pretty special. I don't feel any different,
but it's a sort of milestone, I guess. I don't know about the rest of
the year, but I'm the oldest kid in our tutor group. Andrew's next;
he'll be twelve at the beginning of October. Daryl's the youngest;
his birthday's at the end of July. Birthday or not, school goes on
the same as ever. Alwyn and Andrew say `Happy Birthday', and my
regular mates of course; that's about it.
Back at home I open up the computer. There's an e-mail from Stephen.
I'm surprised in a way, I didn't think he'd remember. I open it up.
"Hi Chris! Happy Birthday!
So how's it going? Hope the new school's okay! Have you found a
boyfriend yet? Things here are pretty cool. I got some KY and used it
on Jody. It took a few days like you said, but the day before school
started we did it. It was awesome! I think it hurt him a bit when it
went in, but after that he was okay with it. Anyway, we do it all the
time now, every day when we get back from school. Now that he's used
to it we do it doggy-style, like I did with you. He loves it! Below
is a sort of birthday card, a little pic I managed to take a couple
of days ago. Mum would kill me if she knew! I guess you'd better
delete this once you've read it. I already have.
Have a great birthday!
Stephen"
I scroll down; there's a pic of a kid about my age, down on all
fours, his bum half-turned towards the camera. He's very much like I
expected, kind of cute-ish but nothing exceptional. His bum's not red
or anything but you can sort of tell he's been fucked. Holy shit! If
mum found this on here I'd be in major trouble!
I type a reply.
"Hi Stephen!
Thanks for the e-mail! School's okay; still can't cum, no boyfriend
yet either. There's a gay kid in my tutor group; he's cute looking
but really girly, not my type at all. Some of the other kids call him
names, you know?
Jody's a lucky boy, having you to fuck him every day. Wish it was me!
You'll have to remind me when your birthday is. I didn't write it
down and I've forgotten.
Hugs!
Chris"
I press the send button. A few seconds later it appears in my Sent
Items folder. I store Stephen's e-mail addy in my Contacts folder,
delete both e-mails, empty the recycle bin and run the internet
privacy software that James put on here a few weeks ago. At the time,
I didn't really understand why he'd done that. I do now.
0 o 0 o 0 o 0
Saturday's warm and sunny. Michael arrives just after two thirty. Me,
James and Michael pile into the Saab and head over to Tom's house. We
collect Tom and Gareth and drive the short distance to the park. This
was James's idea to keep us out of the way while mum gets the party
ready. He reaches into his bag and produces a Frisbee and a tennis
ball. None of us has played Frisbee before; I'm not sure how this is
going to go.
James shows us all how to throw and catch it. Tom takes to it
straight away; and it's not long before me and Michael can do it sort
of okay. Gareth struggles, the same as always. This time it's not
just that he's not very sporty, his hands are actually a bit small
for him to release the Frisbee like you're supposed to; he can't get
enough purchase with his fingers. James does what he always does;
stands with him, helping him, encouraging him, trying to make it as
much fun for him as it is for the rest of us.
At the end, Gareth's still not that good at it, but he's a whole lot
better than he was at the start. Half past three and it's time for a
break.
"Ice creams anyone?" James asks.
We're all pretty much into that idea; we head over to the kiosk.
Gareth walks next to James, looking up at him and grinning, like he's
just got a new big friend. Well, I guess he has. James buys us
whatever we want. We sit on the grass, eating ice cream, chatting,
making silly jokes and generally having a blast. James seems to be
enjoying himself as much as any of us.
After twenty minutes it's time for a bit more running around. This
time it's the tennis ball. Gareth's not too good at that either. Once
again, James is right there with him, showing him what to do; he
helps Michael a bit as well. I guess I shouldn't be surprised about
that by this time, but I am.
Even more of a surprise is how good Tom is. He can't throw any better
than me, but he can catch almost anything, and once he's got his
hands to the ball he never, ever drops it. He even catches one that's
going well over his head without James having to show him how to do
it; that is well impressive! Seems like he's a lot more relaxed and
loose-limbed than I am; he can get down low much better than I do.
The only ones he struggles with are the ones that are well wide of
him so he really has to push off to get them. It's like he pushes off
but never really goes anywhere.
By half past four we're all tired. It's time to go home. I show the
guys my main birthday present. Even Michael's not seen it before
`cause we only collected it this morning. It's my new mountain bike.
There's no way mum could have afforded one like this on here own, but
James paid half towards it. It's wicked; I love it to bits. Tea's
nearly ready. We head up to the bathroom to wash our hands and that.
"Can I have a shower?" Tom asks.
"Yeah, no problem," I tell him.
The rest of us make do with washing our hands and rinsing our faces
then we leave him to it. He reappears ten minutes later looking
exactly the same as he did before. The thing is; he didn't look dirty
to start with, just scruffy. He doesn't look any different now.
Tea's great. We have all the stuff you're supposed to have at
birthday parties; some really nice ham sandwiches with salad,
followed by jelly and even more ice cream and finally the birthday
cake. Mum's done it all really well, but that's no surprise at all.
Afterwards we all settle down to watch `Casino Royale', the latest
James Bond movie. James rented the DVD for us. It's a wicked film;
Daniel Craig's awesome. We're all glued to the screen. It feels
great, having my three best mates here, all watching it together.
It's nine o'clock when Tom's mum arrives, about ten minutes after the
film ends. Tom and Gareth say their thank you's and goodbyes and make
their way out of the door. Five minutes later Michael's gone home
too. It's been a great day, everything I could have wanted.
"Thanks mum," I say, giving her a big hug. "It was a wicked party;
thanks for doing it all for me."
"That's okay," she says, stroking my hair. "It's only once a year!
Anyway, you've been doing so well recently, you deserved it. Okay,
off to bed!"
I climb the stairs like I'm walking on air. I'm not used to mum
praising me like that; that's really special. A lot of it's down to
James, of course, but yeah, I have worked hard and I am doing a lot
better than I was; mum's not stupid. I go through my usual routine
and hop into bed. A couple of minutes later James come in and sits on
the bed like he used to when we were in Spain.
"Okay, Tiger?" he asks quietly.
"Yeah, it's been great. Thanks for coming out and playing with us;
that we wicked."
"My pleasure! You were right about Tom; he's not pretty but he's very
cute in his own way. Does he always dress like that?"
"Yeah; when we're at school the teachers are always having to tell
him to put his tie on properly. He hates being dressed smart."
"Right; very quiet, isn't he?"
"Yeah; never says much."
"Gareth's a nice kid; it never seemed to bother him that you were all
better at stuff than he was."
I tell him about playing on the inflatable at the pool. "He wasn't
worried that all the other kids were laughing at him; he just went
right back and did it again."
"He's a little fighter," James says quietly. "I like kids like that.
Okay! Time to get some sleep, yeah?"
"Yeah, thanks."
"Goodnight, Chris," he whispers.
He stands up, turns out the light and leaves, closing the door behind
him. I sleep like a log.
0 o 0 o 0 o 0
It's the beginning of October, Saturday morning, a couple of weeks
after my party. Mum's at work so me and James are doing what we do.
We've already been at it half an hour, kissing, sucking and that. I
get on all fours. James moves in behind me. One hard thrust and he's
inside me, giving me that warm, full feeling. He slowly pushes it
deeper till his cock-hair's squished up against my bum. Then the
fucking starts. I've lost count of how many times we've done this,
but it's a lot, and it's still as exciting as it was the first time.
He's pounding my arse; I'm kneeling there, moaning quietly, just
hoping against hope that the feeling will last, like, forever. He
reaches down, his fingers playing with my throbbing cock. My orgasm's
on its way; there's no turning back now. The intensity goes into
overload; I'm thrashing about, or I would be if James wasn't holding
me. There's a different feeling too; my cock never tingled anything
like this! Oh, shit! This time I really am going to piss myself. I
feel it surge through my dick, squirting into James's hand in three
little jets. Oh fuck! That wasn't piss! I've done it! I've cum!! Holy
shit! That was unbelievable! Nothing ever felt like that did! Seems
like James is pretty excited too; a couple of seconds later he's
filling my bum.
He gently pulls out. He shows me his hand; it's still wet. The
stuff's not thick and gooey like his; its not white either. It's thin
and watery and just about colourless. He licks it off his fingers.
"Beautiful!" he says, smiling at me. "Your very first spunk and I get
to drink it. That's very special."
I'm still struggling to get my head round it all.
"Don't worry," James tells me. "It's always like that to start with.
Over the next few months it'll get thicker, until it looks just like
mine."
I head off to the bathroom. Sitting on the toilet I try to get my
thoughts in order. I've been waiting weeks for that to happen and now
it has; I guess that's another milestone. It was so different though;
I don't know what I was expecting, but it wasn't that. That was so
intense; awesome doesn't even come close.
0 o 0 o 0 o 0
We're heading along the motorway. I'm looking ahead, waiting for the
sign for Basingstoke to appear. This was my idea, but now it's about
to happen I'm pretty nervous about it. Suppose I don't cum? That'll
be a real anti-climax. I've done what James said though; I've not had
a wank since Wednesday after school, the last time he fucked me. I'm
so horny I hardly know where to put myself. We pass the sign and turn
off the motorway. Ten minutes later we're crunching over the gravel
drive in front of Vince's house. Vince and Conor come out to meet us.
James grins at me.
"Hmmm!" he whispers. "He is a pretty little thing! I'm going to enjoy
myself with him!"
We get out of the car; greetings all round. Conor seems very pleased
to see me, almost dragging me into the house. He looks over his
shoulder to make sure the adults haven't followed us.
"You know when you came over to Scott's house, you weren't angry with
him, were you?"
"I was to start with, but he said he was sorry, so it was cool."
"Greg gave him a right telling off for being so rough. Scott was
really upset afterwards. He's not usually like that; he just sort of
went a bit mad. I just thought, you know, `cause you haven't been
back."
"I was in Spain for two weeks then I had to get everything ready for
school, so I haven't had time. It was too tiring anyway; I was
knackered when I got home."
"Oh!" he says smiling up at me. "Well I'm glad you're here today."
"Yeah, me too; are you okay about doing it with James afterwards?"
"Greg says he's pretty big."
"Yeah."
"But you take it, don't you?"
"Yeah; I guess I'm used to it now, and he's not rough at all; he'll
take it really slow."
"Should be okay, then!" Conor says, grinning.
James and Vince follow us into the house. We settle ourselves into
the big lounge room. It's cold drinks all round; James and Vince are
talking about stuff I can't make head nor tail of.
"Are you kids ready then?" Vince asks.
We both nod.
"Off you go then!" he tells us.
We head off up the stairs. Conor takes me to the same room that Greg
and I used. We start to undress each other. I'm a bit puzzled that
there's no sign of Vince or James. I heard someone come up the
stairs, but now there's no sign of them. We pull each other's
underwear off and get on the bed for a kiss and a cuddle just to get
things going.
"I thought Vince and James were going to watch us," I say quietly.
"Behind there!" Conor whispers, pointing to the mirror on the right
hand wall. "There's a big walk in wardrobe in Uncle Vince's room,
yeah? Well that's where that is; me and Greg found it one day. If you
close the door so it's all dark inside you can see right through."
Holy shit! That's like something out of one of these spy stories; I
never thought about someone having one in their house.
"He can't video us from in there though," he continues reassuringly.
"The light's all wrong."
"Don't you mind, --- you know?"
"Nah! Uncle Vince is cool!"
I sort of think about waving at the mirror, but I guess that would
spoil the fun. Anyway, I'm way too horny to let it stop me. We just
go right on with what we're doing; in less time than it takes to tell
you, I've almost forgotten it's there. We move into a sixty nine,
lying on our sides. Despite the prominent teeth, Conor does it
beautifully. Still, I've had a bit of practice since the last time we
did it; time to use one of the new tricks I've learned. I lift
Conor's right leg so his knee's resting on my shoulder. I slip one
hand between his thighs, gently working some KY into his bum while my
other hand strokes his silky blond hair. Conor's got his back to the
mirror, so if Vince and James are watching from back there they'll be
getting a pretty good view of me finger fucking him; not sure they'll
be able to see much else right at the moment though.
Conor's well used to this sort of treatment from Greg and Vince;
taking my four inch dick isn't going to be a problem for him. He gets
onto all fours; I move in behind him, carefully coating my cock with
KY. I hold it right against his hole and push; it slides right into
him. It's that unbelievable feeling again; the warmth and the
tightness. Shit! That's amazing! I hold him round the thighs, pulling
back until it's almost out, then slamming it right back in again. My
head's telling me to take is slow; my dick's having none of it.
Pretty soon I'm totally going for it; fucking him with everything
I've got, Conor's high-pitched moans giving me added encouragement,
not that I need any. I fondle his cock; it's throbbing like crazy. I
let it go; I've got other plans for that.
I'm getting close, my breathing getting noisy and ragged. The muscles
spasms start right down by my toes then sweep over me like a tidal
wave. My balls are pulled up tight; my cock's tingling so much it
makes me giddy. I slam right into him, gripping his legs like nothing
else matters. The spunk surges through my dick, squirting into his
bum in three or four little jets. I collapse over his beautiful
smooth back, gasping like I've just had a heart attack; I'm totally
out of it. Fuck! Every time I think; yeah, that's it, something else
comes along and tops it. Wow!
I slowly withdraw; my dick's tingling like I can't bear to touch it.
I'm not finished though. I flip Conor onto his back and dive down on
him, sucking him as hard as I can go. In just a few seconds his whole
body explodes, his cock swelling and jerking over and over, pushing
against the roof of my mouth. He slumps back like a rag doll. I
gently let him go and flop down next to him. Fuck! That was all I'd
hoped it'd be and then some! Sure, I love being fucked, but I could
certainly get used to the idea of me being on top, particularly with
a cute kid like Conor.
We slip our underwear back on, lying on the bed, arms round each
other's shoulders, just chatting about this and that. There's a tap
on the door; James appears.
"You guys okay?" he asks, smiling.
There's a large bulge in his jeans; I'm guessing that means he was
behind the mirror but I'll ask him about that later. He gestures for
me to get off the bed. I get to my feet. He puts an arm round my
shoulder.
"Okay, just pop into the room next door," he whispers, indicating the
room on the other side of the mirror. "Have fun!"
Me and Conor grin at each other. I head out onto the landing, closing
the door behind me. I swallow hard. This is it; I'm going to be alone
with Vince. I hadn't planned on it being like this but I can't back
out now. I take the few steps to Vince's room and open the door. He's
lying on the bed just in his boxers. He gives me a warm smile.
"Come and lie down," he says quietly.
I do as he says. I feel a bit nervous about this. He puts an arm
round my shoulder.
"Just relax," he says soothingly. "It's time to get to know you a
little better."
He's certainly in no hurry to get on with things. Without even
thinking about it I snuggle right up to him just like I do with
James.
"James tells me you're a runner," he says quietly.
"Well, sort of, I guess. I've done okay when we've done it at school,
but I've never really done it before."
"That's good. And high school's going well?"
"Yeah, it's good. I seem to be doing okay, and I'm making new friends
and that."
"I hear you had a pretty good time on holiday too."
"Yeah; that was a blast. Stephen, the kid who was staying two doors
away, sent me an e-mail on my birthday. He's attached a pic of his
boyfriend naked, showing his arse."
"I hope you deleted it."
"You bet I did! If mum had found it I'd have been right in the shit.
James put some privacy software on a few weeks before, so I ran that
as well, so nobody can tell it was ever there."
"That's good; you have to be careful."
"Greg told me that when you retire, you'll pass the business to him
and Conor. He said he'll be managing director by the time he's thirty
two."
"That's right. Everybody in the family knows, so there'll be no going
back on it."
"Greg seemed like he was really looking forward to it."
"Greg's a good lad, bright, hard working, very level headed. He's
always wanting to learn more about how we do this, how we do that;
he'll do well."
"So will Conor work in the business too?"
"Probably not. Conor's a very special boy. He's a musician; he's just
started at a boarding school for gifted musicians. It's only down in
Surrey so it's easy enough to get him back here for the odd weekend,
you know? He plays violin and piano; he's a very talented lad. He
wants to play in an orchestra when he grows up. That's the plan,
anyway."
Vince's soft Irish tones and his easy charm have got me completely
relaxed. If I was part of their family I guess he'd be my favourite
uncle too.
"So d'you pay for him to go there?" I ask.
"Pretty much," he says, smiling at me. "Look, people know what goes
on here. But they know Greg and Conor are happy and that they'll be
well looked after, you know? So they turn a blind eye."
By people, I'm guessing he means people in the family. It still seems
a pretty amazing arrangement. I can understand what James means about
Vince controlling everything, sort of like the Godfather, but he does
it all so quietly, you'd hardly notice.
Vince runs his fingers down my chest.
"Very nice!" he whispers.
He moves his hand down and over the front of my briefs. I'm rock
hard.
"I think it's about time we got these off" he says.
I let him pull them down.
"Beautiful cock!" he says. "Conor would have enjoyed that! Did you
cum inside him?"
"Yeah." I say quietly, feeling a bit embarrassed.
"Oh, he likes that too," Vince tells me.
He takes my cock into his mouth, sucking it gently, his hand running
all over my arse. This is heaven! After a couple of minutes he lets
me go.
"Beautiful little bum!" he coos. "That's you being so slim. How often
does James fuck you?"
"A couple of times a week."
"Cool! So you stay nice and tight then!"
He squeezes some Astroglide onto his fingers and gently works it into
me, his fingers touching my prostate. I can hardly wait for what
comes next. He pulls a pillow into the middle of the bed, peels off
his boxers and puts them on top.
"Get on your tummy for me, there's a good boy. If you do cum, you can
cum on those."
I get into position.
"Please don't put all your weight on me," I say. "I hate that."
"No problem!" he whispers.
He lowers himself onto me, the tip of his cock prodding my hole. I'm
so used to this now I don't even have to think about it; just relax
and let him in. He pushes slowly down until I've got the whole thing;
it feels great. He begins to fuck me, using long, powerful thrusts
that hit my prostate every time. You just can't do it much better
than this. I'm not sure if I'll cum; it's not long since I spunked up
Conor's arse and my balls are still aching a bit. The intensity
increases; he's fucking me stupid and I'm loving every second of it!
Suddenly everything goes mental. I'm thrashing around beneath him as
he ploughs into me, hardly knowing where I am. My balls fire into
action, a few little drops of spunk squirting onto Vince's boxers.
He's totally going for it, his hot breath blowing hard onto the back
of my neck. He plunges into me, his cock pulsing wildly, sending his
spunk flooding into my bum. After several seconds he slowly pulls
out. He's cum loads, not that I didn't think he would.
"That was wonderful," he says quietly. "Thanks for spending some time
with me."
I ease myself off the bed and head to his bathroom.
0 o 0 o 0 o 0
When I get back to Conor's room he's already dressed.
"Are you okay?" I ask.
"Yeah, a bit sore, but it's all right; James is way bigger than Uncle
Vince. He's nice though!"
"Yeah, well as long as you're all right. Vince says you're a
musician."
"Yeah, I guess," he says, looking self conscious.
"That's cool!" I tell him.
He opens the cupboard and takes out a violin case. He opens it.
"Play something for me," I ask.
He takes it out, makes a few adjustments, and starts to play. I've
heard kids play violins before; they sound terrible, all sort of
scratchy. This is totally different, smooth and mellow; I even
vaguely recognise the tune. Wow! He really is good! He finishes the
tune and puts the violin back in its case.
"That was awesome!" I tell him.
"Nice instrument," he says. "Uncle Vince bought it for me. I don't
know how much it was; it was a lot of money though."
"So how d'you like boarding school?" I ask.
"It's okay; I'm getting used to it now."
"Any sex, you know with the other boys?"
"No, not yet any way; there's a few I'd like to do stuff with, but
we're pretty closely supervised. I don't think there'd be much chance
even if we wanted to."
He closes the violin case and puts it back in the cupboard.
0 o 0 o 0 o 0
"Did you enjoy the view from behind the mirror?" I ask James as we
drive away from the house.
"Oh, so Conor does know about that!" he says, grinning all over his
face. "Vince thought he might have found it."
"And did you have a nice time with Conor?"
"Yeah, very nice, thanks!" he says, giving me a big smile. "But if I
had to choose between you, he'd have no chance!"
Hearing him say that makes me feel so special! We'll be home in an
hour; I know exactly what we'll do when we get there. I can't wait.