Date: Sun, 6 Jan 2008 22:53:40 +0000
From: pinkpanther2@hotmail.co.uk
Subject: 'A Warm April Saturday' chapter 16
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CHAPTER SIXTEEN
It's February, winter's sort of on its way out and I'm looking
forward to summer again. I know I've made quite a jump, but there's
not been that much to write about. I've not become friends with
Daryl; not had any more little meet-ups with him either. I do keep an
eye out for him though. Sometimes Courtney shouts to him asking him
if he wants to suck his dick when he knows I can hear him, like on
the corridor or something. He's making a point, daring me to confront
him. I'm not going to; I've got some bottle but I'm not suicidal. I
could speak to Mr. Sheridan about it, but the result would be much
the same; they'd know it was me. If I was going to do that I'd front
up to him first, just for the hell of it. At least Dalton keeps his
mouth shut when we're in the showers or the changing rooms, so I
guess we're about even.
School's going well. I'm still right up at the top in maths and
science and starting to move up a bit in some of the other classes.
My grades are mainly A's with just a few B's; never anything below
that. It's way better than I've done before. I'm spending a lot more
time with Tom; it's not that Michael's not a good mate any more, it's
just the way things have worked out. I do like working with Tom
though, especially when I go to their house. He's opened up a bit,
which is pretty cool; seems he's into lots of different music, not
just the stuff his mum sings. He's into grunge and heavy metal, but
not so much for the music as the style. That's where he gets his
ideas about clothes from. And he hates his hair; he hates the colour
of it and says it's like a wire mat; that's why he has it so short.
Every few days his mum does it for him. As far as the other thing
goes, there I was, thinking I was finally getting somewhere with
Michael, then nothing; he hasn't even mentioned it since the October
half term break.
Christmas came and went. I got a printer for my computer, some pretty
cool playing out clothes and my first two pairs of boxers. I still
like wearing briefs, and I always wear them for James, but boxers are
definitely more comfortable. I was hoping that Greg would get to come
over, but there was too much family stuff going on so it never
happened; I'd love to see him again. We're on holiday in a couple of
weeks' time so I guess he might be able to come over then.
The spikes are wicked! I didn't realise when we bought them, but not
only do they give a lot more grip than trainers, they're a lot
lighter as well. The first time I wore them it felt like I was
flying! You do have to get used to them though. After I'd finished my
calves went really tight; I had to soak in the bath when I got home.
I'm through that now though; last week I ran the course in nine
minutes five seconds, that's a school record for year seven kids.
Tom's run nine minutes eleven; that's good too `cause he's got no-one
to run against in his group. Alwyn and Andrew have run faster as
well; Alwyn's down to nine minutes sixteen and Andrew to nine-twenty
four.
Mr. Maynard's pretty cool with us three when we do cross-country; he
gives Andrew the key and lets us go and have a shower while the other
boys are finishing. Josh could join us; he's always back before
Andrew gets the key, but he never does. I guess that's `cause he's
embarrassed about his privates being so small. I could tell you I
never check out the other two when we're in the showers, like you'd
believe me! I just can't resist it, and they never seem to notice.
Alwyn looks sort of tough, but he's very cute; James would go nuts
for him. Andrew's just beautiful; I'm sure he's not gay though. None
of the other kids has a shower unless it's really muddy and Mr.
Maynard tells them they have to.
I've got a bit bigger; it's nearly four and half inches hard, eleven
centimetres to be exact. I've got some pubic hair too. Oh, nothing
like Andrew's got; there are only a few and you can hardly see them,
but they're there. My spunk's definitely getting thicker and there's
more of it; it shoots all over the place when James fucks me. It's
still clear though; I don't know when it'll turn white.
That's it, really; nothing much else to say. So now you're wondering
why I've picked it up again. It's `cause there's a problem; not a
serious one, or at least I hope it isn't, but something's not right.
Mum and James have been together for nearly a year, yeah? And mum's
been really happy all the way through. Actually she's been happy
right until the last couple of weeks; now she's not. There's an
`atmosphere' there, a sort of tension between them. I ask her about
it and all I get is "nothing that concerns you", and that's it. I
hate it when she does that; it does concern me, for fuck sake! Then
last Wednesday James never came over; called and said he had to work
late. I guess I'm going to have to ask him about it.
0 o 0 o 0 o 0
Saturday morning and I'm in mum's bed, snuggled up to James. We're
going through our usual warm-up routine.
"James," I say, snuggling up even closer, "what's going on with you
and mum?"
"What d'you mean?" he asks.
"Well, it's like you've fallen out over something. Mum won't talk to
me about it; she never does."
"Listen, Tiger," he says, gently stroking my hair. "Your mum's a
pretty strong personality and so am I; we were never going to agree
about everything all the time. Life's like that. Right now we've got
a little problem to solve. But it's nothing for you to worry about;
trust me, we'll get it sorted."
"Cool," I say quietly.
I'm still no closer to finding out what they're arguing about. Why
won't they tell me? Is it because they think I'll take sides? I guess
it must be. Well, James has never let me down before; I'm just going
to have to trust him, like he says. Ten minutes later he's fucking me
stupid.
0 o 0 o 0 o 0
Tuesday lunchtime I'm having a piss in the boys' room in the main
classroom block. Another kid comes in and stands right next to me. I
take a quick peek. Fuck! He's got a hard-on! It's a nice one too, not
enormous, but a bit bigger than mine. Wow! I'd been wondering if this
sort of thing went on; seems like it does. I look up. The kid's older
than me, must be year eight or nine; I can't be sure, dark hair and
freckles, sort of quite tough-looking, not stunning but fit enough.
There's no-one else about. I smile at him and nod towards the stalls.
"Not here," he whispers, jerking his head in the direction of the
door.
We zip up and I follow him out. We walk along the corridor and out of
the building. As soon as we're outside I check around. There's no
sign of Michael or the rest of the gang. In one way I'm quite sorry;
if they'd been around I'd have had to go and hang out with them and
that would have been the end of it, all very simple. As it is, I've
got to make a decision; do I keep following this kid or don't I? It
could be a trap but somehow I don't think so. Okay, I'm going to do
it. I want to see where he's taking me as much as anything else, or
at least that's what I'm telling myself.
We head towards the technology block. That's odd; the technology
block's always locked at lunchtimes `cause nobody's allowed in the
workshops. He veers off the path and walks along the far side of the
building towards the school fence; I follow about twenty yards
behind. Then it hits me; there's a corridor right through the middle
of the block, with workshops and stuff on either side, yeah? Well,
the door at the playground end is kept locked, but the one at the far
end is left open `cause that's where the boys' room is. Then they
lock the fire doors just past the boys' room so nobody can get to the
workshops.
The dark haired boy turns at the end of the building and heads
towards the door. I speed up a little. In around five seconds I'm
there as well. There's nobody in sight. The door's open, just like I
thought. We make our way into the building and head straight to the
boys' room. The place is empty. Wow! This is just about perfect!
Nobody would bother coming here for a piss `cause it's so out of the
way. I'm sure a lot of kids don't even realise it's open; I know I
didn't.
The other boy turns and grins. "What's your name?" he whispers.
"Chris."
"Hi, I'm Brad. What d'you like doing?"
"Don't mind; what d'you want?"
"D'you take it up the bum?"
Fuck! I wasn't expecting that! "Yeah, if you want." I say, trying to
sound casual. "Got any lube?"
"Yeah."
He motions me into one of the two stalls. We quickly get each other's
trousers and boxers down. He's got a nice body, a bit of dark pubic
hair above his cock and a decent sized pair of balls. Hmmm! He's
fitter than I thought! He sits on the toilet and takes my dick into
his mouth. He's good; he's obviously done it before. Not quite in
Greg's class, but he's more than okay. He takes out the lube and
squeezes some onto his fingers. I shuffle my feet further apart to
make it easier for him. He slips a hand between my legs and quickly
lubes me up. I'm guessing he's done this before too. His fingers
slide out and he lets me go.
We move into position, me bent over the toilet, hands resting on the
seat, Brad standing behind me. His dick's pushing against my bum. I
relax and swallow it whole. He doesn't waste time; just goes right to
it, holding me round the hips. He knows what he's doing, no question
about that. This is well hot! There's a danger I might not cum
though; once he's finished he could just pull his pants up and leave
me here. There's no way I want that! I reach back, grab his right
hand and put it on my cock. He doesn't wank me, just plays with it
while he fucks me even harder.
The tingling in my cock's getting more intense by the second. Then
the muscle spasms kick in; I have to brace my arms to hold myself
steady. My balls pull right up, a moment later the spunk's barrelling
through my cock and squirting all over the toilet. Fuck! That was
wild! Brad's not finished, but he's not far off. Twenty seconds later
he slams right into me and unloads up my bum. Wow!
He waits for me as I quickly clean myself up and get rid of the
evidence. We make our way back onto the corridor. There's still
nobody about. I check my watch; the bell for the end of lunch break
will go in five minutes.
"You okay?" Brad asks.
"Yeah, that was cool!"
"Fuckin' was!" he says grinning. "So who's been fucking your arse,
then?"
"You won't say anything, will you?" I ask nervously.
"Don't be stupid!"
"Mum's boyfriend." I tell him, then immediately wish I hadn't.
"Bit like me then!" he says, grinning at me. "My stepdad's been
sticking it up my bum since I was nine."
"So how old are you now?" I ask, sort of relieved that he wasn't
shocked or anything.
"Thirteen."
"You in year eight, then?"
"Nine," he says, correcting me. "So how old are you?"
"Twelve."
"And you're year seven, yeah?"
"Yeah."
"Cool; there are a few older kids who'll be after you!"
"So does it happen here all the time?"
"Lunchtimes and straight after school; don't hang out here too often
though or you'll get known for it. You don't want that."
I know what he means and he's got it spot on; I could get labelled
the same way Daryl has.
"And one more thing," he says, grinning. "There aren't that many kids
come here, but sometime it does get a bit busy. There are two stalls,
yeah? That's four kids max. Any more than that, you fuck off. We've
got to keep this, you know, low-profile, or the shit hits the fan."
"Cool!" I say, smiling back at him. I like this kid. He seems a bit
rough, but he's okay and he's not stupid; everything he's just said
makes perfect sense. The bell rings and we head off to our next
class.
0 o 0 o 0 o 0
Friday, school's finished and we've got a week's holiday coming up.
I'm as horny as fuck. I know I'll be seeing James in the morning, but
I'm horny right now. I keep thinking about the technology block; I've
not been back since Brad took me there on Tuesday; I've not really
had the chance. As it was, the lads wanted to know where I'd
disappeared to, so I've got to be careful.
I give Michael some shit about having to go and see Mr. Bradshaw, our
science teacher. He doesn't even question it; there's no reason why
he should. We arrange for me to go round after tea and off he goes.
As soon a he's out of sight, I'm on my way. I take the same route
that Brad did. There's nobody about, everyone else seems to have
headed for the gate. I walk into the building. My heart's thumping so
much I can almost hear it. I push open the boys' room door and go
inside. One stall's occupied; the other isn't. Sounds are coming from
that direction; moaning, gasping, very quiet but I know what they
are. As quietly as I can I walk into the other stall and bolt the
door. I climb up onto the seat and look over the partition. Holy
shit! A blond boy is bent over the toilet; an older boy's standing
behind him, fucking him senseless.
The blond kid looks to be about my age, but I don't recognise him at
all; I'm sure he's not in our year. He must be in year eight; plenty
of the year eight kids are no bigger than I am. I know who the kid
fucking him is though; he lives quite near me. His name's Nathan
Yardley, age seventeen, star soccer player, cricketer, track athlete
and totally fit; that's a pretty sizeable dick he's got on him too.
He's also one of the best students the school's ever had; there's
talk of him getting a scholarship to Oxford next year. Fuck! If
people knew what he gets up to in his spare time all that'd go right
out the window.
I climb down from the seat and gingerly unbolt the door, desperate
not to be discovered. I ought to get the hell out of here, but I'm so
horny now there's no way I'm going to do that. I go and stand at the
urinal closest to the corner, turning slightly so that my back's
towards the stalls' door. I don't think Nathan knows my name, but
he's bright enough to know that I live quite close to him. A couple
of minutes later the toilet flushes. The stall door opens. There are
footsteps behind me; I can't be sure, but it sounds like one set, not
two. The door to the corridor swings open and closes again; the
footsteps disappear.
I take a deep breath. If they've both gone I might as well go home;
nobody else will show up now. But they haven't; the stall door creaks
open again. A moment later I've got the blond kid standing next to
me. Fuck! He is stunning! Not girly like Daryl, but really pretty.
Wow! James would spunk in his boxers just looking at him! He's got
his cock out so I take a peek. It's smaller than mine, around three
inches, and looks to be rock hard, so it seems like Nathan didn't
finish him off. He smiles at me.
"Nice cock," he whispers. "Can you cum?"
"Yeah, can you?"
"Nah, can't do that yet. Wanna fuck me?"
What did he just say? Nathan's just pounded his arse to jelly; now he
wants it again! Shit!
"Cool," I say casually. "What's your name?"
"Anthony."
"Hi, I'm Chris."
We head right back into the stall he just left. Trousers and
underwear are quickly down round our ankles. Fuck! This kid is
gorgeous! I wrap my arms round him, pulling his mouth onto mine. I
drink in his horny boy-smell. He's not the most enthusiastic kisser,
but he's no novice. We finish the kiss; I move back slightly to
admire him. Wow! He untangles himself from my arms, positioning
himself over the toilet like he was when I first saw him. His bum's
all red from the fucking Nathan just gave him and his hole's slightly
open. I move in behind him. I haven't brought any lube but it's not
going to matter. I line up my dick and push; it goes in right up to
my balls. He's not as tight as Danny was, but he's tight enough; I'm
going to enjoy this!
I hold him round the hips and start to move. His bum's greasy with a
mixture of lube and spunk. Fuck! This is hot! I slide one hand off
his hip and grab his cock, feeling it twitch between my fingers. He
moans quietly; I go at it even harder, fucking and wanking him at the
same time. A couple of minutes pass. Suddenly he bucks and shudders,
his bum tightening round my dick, his cock twitching and jiggling
between my fingers. Oh yeah! A few more thrusts and I'm there too,
hanging on for dear life as my spunk squirts into his arse. Wow! That
was wicked!
I'm surprised how quickly he gets cleaned up; he's ready to leave
almost as soon as I am. He follows me out and we head towards the
gate.
"Nice one!" he says, smiling at me. "I love being fucked."
"That was well cool," I say grinning at him, still trying to get over
how cute he is.
He pulls out a packet of cigarettes and offers me one.
"Nah, don't smoke," I tell him.
He lights up and takes a drag. "Not seen you before," he comments.
"Didn't know about that place till Tuesday; this other kid brought me
here."
"It wasn't Brad, was it?" he asks.
"Yeah," I respond guardedly, wondering how much else Brad told him.
"Cool! He told me he'd met this new kid. Did he fuck you?"
"Is that what he said?" I ask, feeling a bit apprehensive.
"Didn't say anything; just know it's what he likes doing."
"Yeah, well he did, actually. So you know Nathan, yeah?"
"Oh, him?" he says casually. "Yeah, fucks me all the time. You been
with him then?"
"Nah; he lives round the corner from me, that's all."
"Been doin' me since I started here," he says, taking another drag.
We reach the gate. "Gotta go," he says giving me another blast of
that beautiful smile. "See ya!"
I watch as he crosses the road and strolls down to the bus stop. He
might look like an angel but he's as rough as they come, sort of like
Tom in reverse. I can hardly believe he wanted me to fuck him right
after Nathan had just done it. Shit! I'm not sure who I expected to
find in there, but it wasn't someone like him. A big black Mercedes
glides past and stops next to him. He gets in and the car speeds
away.