Date: Sun, 30 Dec 2007 23:15:31 +0000
From: pinkpanther2@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: 'A Warm April Saturday' Chapter 14
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CHAPTER FOURTEEN
We're coming up to the October half term break. Things have gone
well, better than I expected. I've made some new friends and I'm
doing okay in all my classes; there isn't one that I'm struggling
with. I guess I'd be in the top three of four for maths and science,
and somewhere round the middle of the group for everything else.
That's okay; there are a lot of really bright kids here, a lot more
than I'm used to. That spurs me on in a way; I know I have to work
hard just to keep up. Tom's doing all right too. That's cool; I like
Tom, it's good to see him doing well.
I'm getting to know the other kids in the year a bit better too,
getting to know who's who. In class, the real superstar is Andrew.
He's just about top at everything! He doesn't boast about it; just
gets on and does it. I like that. He's very good at sport too. The
main sport here is soccer and he's team captain; no surprise there!
Of the kids I know, Andrew, Jerome and Liam are all in the soccer
team, plus a boy called Josh Thorneley. He's another of the St.
Bart's kids. He's in my tutor group and all my classes, but he always
sits right on the far side of the room, so it was a while before I
really picked up on who he was. That was mainly `cause he always
finishes fourth when we do the cross-country course in our gym class.
He's run it in well under ten minutes, so he's not bad.
Liam's the goalie. It's not just him being taller than everyone else;
he can jump like you wouldn't believe. You have to hit a really good
shot to get past him! The other kid I sort of know who's in the
school soccer team is Courtney Fredericks. The more I see of that kid
the less I like him. He goes round like he's the star player, but
he's not; Jerome and Andrew can run rings round him. He's big and
strong, but he's clumsy; he's not all that quick either. Still,
soccer's not my sport, so I guess it's not my problem.
0 o 0 o 0 o 0
We've made it; our first half term is finally over. It's Monday and
we've got a week of doing, well, whatever; hanging out mainly, I
guess. I'll go going to Michael's house in an hour or so, then we'll
meet up with Tom and Gareth down at the pool. Josh and Andrew said
they might be there too; I hope so; I like them a lot. I'm guessing
Andrew's as good at swimming as he is at everything else. I asked
Alwyn if he wanted to come, but it's a long way for him. Anyway, he
said he couldn't make it.
It's just gone nine when the phone rings. I pick it up.
"Hello!"
"Hi, Chris!" Greg answers.
"Hi man! How's it going?"
"Pretty good! How are you fixed on Friday?"
"Dunno, man! I'm not coming over to your place again; the travelling
kills me. I was so tired when I got back the last time I could hardly
keep my eyes open."
"Nah! Uncle Vince has to go to London again; he'll drop me over to
yours if you want."
I check the calendar. "Yeah, Friday's cool. What time?"
"Same as last time, about quarter past nine, yeah?"
"Yeah; cool!"
"Okay; we'll chat then. See you Friday."
Well that's something to look forward to at any rate.
0 o 0 o 0 o 0
When we get to the pool Josh and Andrew are waiting outside; high
fives all round. Tom and Gareth arrive a couple of minutes later; the
gang of four just became the gang of six. We pay our money and head
into the changing room, all chatting away; spirits are very high.
This is going to be a blast. Josh and Andrew quickly take a cubicle
each; that's force of habit, I guess. The odd thing is that Tom does
as well, leaving Michael, who already has his swimming shorts on
under his sweatpants, Gareth and me changing out on the benches. I
wonder why Tom did that; a few months ago he didn't seem that
bothered. Andrew using a cubicle is hardly a surprise; it's a bit of
a disappointment though; I was looking forward to checking him out. I
mentally kick myself; I'm doing it again! Andrew's one of the best
kids I've ever met and here I am wondering what he's got between his
legs. That's not right!
The other three emerge from the cubicles. Tom's wearing swimming
shorts. That's a first; he's always worn Speedos. Not today though;
black water shorts with the Harley Davidson flames design on them.
Well, I guess they fit in with the ripped jeans and black leather
jacket he showed up in. We stow our stuff in a couple of lockers and
head through to the pool. It's as much fun as I thought it'd be.
We're having such a laugh playing on the floating mats and rings one
of the pool attendants has to tell us off for being too boisterous
and frightening the younger kids. We wouldn't do that on purpose,
none of us would, but we were just, you know, being us! We head off
to the diving board. I was right about Andrew; he's an excellent
swimmer and he dives just like Stephen did. He's a great kid, but
there must be something he sucks at!
Quarter past twelve and I'm absolutely knackered; I'm guessing the
other boys are too. It's time to go. We head back into the changing
rooms and grab a shower each; we're all as high as kites. Then
another odd thing happens. Tom only stays under the showers for a
couple of minutes, then gets his stuff from the locker, gives the key
back to Andrew and disappears into a cubicle. I don't get it; he's
never done that before. It's not that he's in a hurry; we're all
going back to his house anyway. Five minutes later we finish playing
in the showers. We collect our stuff from the lockers; Josh, Andrew
and Michael head for the cubicles, just leaving me and Gareth to get
changed by the benches. I don't even try checking him out. Yeah, he's
a great kid and I know James would fuck him stupid, but he's just not
me.
Tom's mum seems pleased to see us. She's from South Wales; I love
listening to the way she talks. She takes a real interest in Andrew,
asking him lots of questions. I'd guess Tom's house must seem small
and scruffy compared to where he lives, but he's so polite you'd
never know. I like Tom's mum; she's always very relaxed, never tells
us to do this or not to do that, like she's pleased that Tom's got
nice friends and she wants us to know that we're welcome there. I
think that's pretty cool. She even seems happy that we demolish a
whole pizza between us before going our separate ways. I wish my mum
could be a bit more like that.
0 o 0 o 0 o 0
Ten o'clcock on a dull Wednesday morning, made even duller by the
fact we've got nothing to do. We're meeting the rest of the gang at
the pool tomorrow afternoon when they have the inflatable out. I
guess we could go and hang out at Tom's house, but there's no more to
do there than there is here. As it is, I'm following Michael up the
stairs to his bedroom. We make our way inside. He turns to face me.
"Chris," he says. "Are you gay?"
Right, so his head's fucked up about us messing about together. Now
he's trying to un-fuck it.
"Dunno, never thought about it." I say, lying through my teeth.
"I mean, you like messing about and that."
"Yeah; so do you sometimes."
"Yeah; it's weird man. Sometimes, my dick gets so hard I really want
to do it, then afterwards it's like `oh shit, that's gay!' and I feel
like I shouldn't have done it, `cause ---, well, you know. So I say I
won't do it again. Then a few days later it's like my dick's so hard
it feels like it's going to burst and I just can't stop myself."
"I think that just about being horny, not about being gay; dunno
really." I say casually, surprising myself with how good a liar I've
become.
"But you seem to like doing it anytime," he continues. "You even suck
my dick."
We're getting onto dangerous territory here.
"Yeah, well I get horny too, yeah?" I counter.
"Yeah, I guess."
"Look, we're mates, yeah?"
"Yeah, course we are."
"So if we get horny, we help each other out. I don't ask you to do
anything you don't want to do; you don't ask me to do anything I
don't want to do, right? So that's cool. One day you might ask me if
I want to do it and I don't feel like it. And that'll be cool too,
yeah?"
"Yeah, I guess. Daryl's gay, isn't he?" he asks.
We're back on safer ground; he's not talking about me any more.
"Well, every body says he is; he's never come right out and said it.
I guess he probably is though."
That was a masterpiece; Daryl's totally gay, there's no two ways
about it.
"Can you cum?" Michael asks, changing tack.
I'm on totally safe ground with this one!
"Yeah," I tell him. "What about you?"
"Nah; not yet." He pauses. "I'd love to see it."
"What, see me cum?" I ask, like I'm surprised.
"Yeah."
"That's cool, if that's what you want. Will you rub it for me? It
feels better than if I just do it myself."
"Yeah, cool."
"D'you want me to suck yours afterwards?" I ask, upping the stakes a
little.
"Yeah."
"You're not going to get weird on me after we've done it, are you?"
"No, it's cool now. Are we getting naked?"
"Is that okay?" I ask, batting it right back to him.
"Yeah."
"Cool!"
We strip to our underwear.
"Ready?" I ask.
"Yeah."
Briefs and boxers are discarded too. Fuck! He's got a beautiful cock!
Shame he can't cum yet; I'd love to suck it out of him.
"Okay then?" I say quietly.
He nods; there's no way he can bottle out now. He's way too horny in
any case. I position myself on the bed. Michael sits next to me,
taking my cock into his hand and wanking it. The touch of his fingers
is unbelievable! It's sort of because they're HIS fingers. Fuck! I'm
going to cum all over the place if he keeps this up.
"Oh, that's good!" I gasp, grinning at him. "Just do it a bit
faster!" Faster it is. "Fuck! I'm gonna cum!" I tell him.
Moments later it happens, balls churning, cock jerking, watery boy-
spunk squirting out onto my tummy. The second squirt gets a few
inches above my tummy button; the others are a bit lower. Michael's
staring at it, his eyes the size of saucers.
"That was awesome, man!" he breathes. "I wish I could do that!"
"It always looks like that to start with," I say casually. "As you
get older it gets thicker and turns white. Want me to do you now?"
"Yeah!"
"Stand up then!"
He gets to his feet. I kneel in front of him, moisten my lips and go
down on him. I set to work, sucking him right down to the base,
running my hand up and down between his thighs. He's got the most
perfect cock I've ever sucked; I'm hard again in no time. He holds my
head, gently pulling me onto him. Out of the corner of my eye I see
his tummy muscles go tight. He pushes down on my head. A moment later
he's moaning and gasping, his cock twitching and jerking in my mouth.
He goes limp and I let him go. He sinks down onto the bed.
"That was way cool!" he says, still gasping slightly.
A couple of hours later I'm walking the few yards back to my house.
I'm on cloud nine, no wait a minute; make that cloud twenty five.
Doing stuff with Michael is so special; it doesn't seem to matter
that we don't do a lot. But he will be able to cum soon. Then I'll
get to suck him off for real; maybe I'll even get him to fuck me. It
couldn't get much better than that!
0 o 0 o 0 o 0
Greg arrives a minute before quarter past nine. It's great to see him
again. It's late October so he's wearing jeans and a hoodie, but he
still looks stunning. I'm a lot more relaxed this time. It's not that
I'm any less horny; I can't explain it really. We collect cold drinks
from the fridge and take them up to my bedroom.
"Conor was pretty sore after James fucked him," he says casually. "I
didn't get to do that with him the whole weekend; Uncle Vince didn't
either."
"Well he seemed okay with it," I tell him. "I didn't know he was a
musician."
"Ahh! Uncle Vince loves music. Now me, I'm tone deaf; totally
useless. But when Uncle Vince found that Conor had, you know, a
talent for it, it was like he'd won the lottery or something. He
doesn't push him or nothin'; Conor loves it, it's all he really wants
to do. Uncle Vince has spent a fortune on him, what with the lessons
he's had, the violin, the piano, and now him going to that school.
There's no way his mum could afford all that."
"He showed me the violin; he said it cost a lot of money."
"Yeah, about two and half thousand I think; not sure exactly."
"You're not jealous, are you?"
"No way! I'm getting what I want too, remember! I'll get to take over
the business. Conor will have a share, of course, but he won't work
in it. That'll be down to me. Conor's like a little brother to me
anyway."
"That's well cool!" I tell him.
"That's how Uncle Vince runs things; he knows how to keep everyone
onside. He didn't do a video this time, no?"
"Nah; didn't fancy it. What happens with these videos anyway?"
"Oh, they're just for personal use. Uncle Vince never passes them on
to other people. James has copies of the ones I did with you and
Harry of course, but Uncle Vince warned him not to let anyone else
have them. Don't worry; they're not going to get posted on the net or
anything."
"You still doing stuff with Scott?" I ask.
"Yeah; sorry about what happened when you came over. He's a strange
one; when he's with me he just lies there and lets me fuck the arse
off him, but it's like when he's with one of you younger kids he's
got to be the boss, you know? He just went a bit over the top; I told
him he'd get a good kicking if he ever did that again."
I get this image of Greg as a very young Michael Corleone; really
nice on the surface but you wouldn't want to cross him. I guess he's
got that from Vince. It's a bit scary but I can live with it; he's
always okay with me.
"So what d'you want to do now?" I ask, smiling at him.
"What d'you think?" he says, grinning back.
We slowly undress each other. He's got a bit more pubic hair; apart
from that he looks exactly the same. I kneel in front of him and suck
his cock; I'd do this all day if he wanted me to. He strokes my hair.
He's so gentle it's hard to imagine him giving anyone a good kicking.
He would though; kids like him don't bullshit about that sort of
stuff. I let him go and we get on the bed. We wrap our arms round
each other; our lips meet in a totally awesome kiss. It's not a wild,
passionate one; more sort of relaxed and sensuous, like we're really
comfortable with each other. I guess we are.
Greg licks his way down my body, spending time on both nipples and my
tummy button. He moves on down, by-passing my cock, his tongue doing
some serious overtime on my balls. He sucks them into his mouth,
first one, then the other. His tongue glides up my shaft. He licks
his lips and plunges down on me, sucking me like only he can. Holy
shit! I'd forgotten how good he is at this; I'll cum in his mouth if
he keeps this up. Maybe that's what he wants. It isn't; after a
minute or so he lets me go.
"Got some KY?" he asks.
I pass him the tube. He lubes up his fingers and gets back into his
previous position, slipping one hand between my legs so he can lube
me up. A finger pushes steadily into my bum; it feels amazing. He's
got my dick in his mouth but he's not actually sucking it, just
working his tongue over it. He could keep me teetering on the edge
for hours doing this; I'd finish up a total wreck! That's not the
idea either, a second finger joining the first. A minute later they
both slide out, leaving me feeling empty and wanting, well, you know
exactly what I want!
"Are you ready?" he asks quietly, getting to his knees.
I grin and nod. He sits back on his heels to lube up his dick then
kneels up again. He lifts my legs; I pull them right back so my knees
are by my shoulders, my hole completely exposed. He crawls forward,
guiding his dick onto its target. He grins down at me.
"Here we go!" he says quietly.
I lie there, my eyes glued to his stone-hard dick. One hard thrust
and he's inside me. I watch, totally awestruck, as the rest of his
cock steadily disappears into my bum.
"You are so fucking tight!" he growls. "Beautiful!"
Centimetre by centimetre his glistening cock slowly reappears,
leaving just the head inside me. He gives another powerful thrust and
it's right back in again, slamming against my prostate on the way
through. My dick twitches like he just stuffed it in the light
socket. Pretty soon he's into his stride, fucking me with long, hard
thrusts. Vince has taught him lots of stuff; seems like this is one
of them. I wish I had a boyfriend like him! He gently opens my legs
and pushes down between them. I wrap my arms round him, pulling him
onto me. Our lips meet. There's nothing relaxed and sensuous about
this; this is pure animal lust, as wild as it gets, our tongues
wrestling like you wouldn't believe. And all the time he's fucking it
into my arse, never missing a beat.
Holy shit; an earthquake's hit us! Everything's shaking like the
house is going to fall down. I hang on. My balls churn into action,
my bum clamping tight round Greg's cock. A second later the spunk
comes barrelling up my dick, spurting out over our bodies in three
hard squirts followed by a couple of smaller ones. Greg's fucking me
harder than ever, totally going for it. He pulls his mouth off mine,
his hot breath flooding my nostrils.
"Aaarrgghhh!!" he gasps. "Nggg! Nggg!! Aaarrrrggghhh!!!"
He slams his cock right into me, his spunk shooting over and over
into my arse. Suddenly there is no earthquake, just me and Greg here
on my bed on a pale October morning, bodies locked together, Greg's
cock still buried in my bum. I can hear our breathing, noisy,
sounding exhausted, slowly getting quieter. Greg shuffles back a
little, his cock slipping out of me. I grab my briefs, quickly wiping
the spunk off my tummy. I flip onto my side; Greg lands next to me.
"That was so awesome!" he whispers. "You're the best kid I've ever
met, you know that?"
What can I say? We fall into a long, sensuous kiss; there's nothing
else for it.