Date: Sun, 13 Jan 2008 22:58:24 +0000
From: pinkpanther2@hotmail.co.uk
Subject: 'A Warm April Saturday' chapter 18.
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responsible if the bogey men catch up with you!
This is it; the turning point and defining chapter of the entire story.
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unbearably sad, but whatever your reaction, I REALLY DO WANT TO KNOW! So
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CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
It's Monday and we're back at school; at least that gives me plenty
to keep me busy, and anyway, I like being around all my mates. All in
all, the holiday was pretty frustrating. Gareth hasn't said anything
about me going back to his house but that's cool; having a quick mess-
about with him is not really what I'm looking for, and in any case,
things might get a bit awkward. As it goes, I spent most of my time
with Tom. We did some work on our history projects and some other
stuff, but most of the time we were just hanging out. With Michael
going weird on me, it seems I can relax a lot more at Tom's house
than I can anywhere else, especially now there's this tension between
James and mum.
I'm on my way to the lunch queue when I see Brad walking towards me.
"Hi!" he says, grinning at me. "All right?"
"Yeah; you?"
"Cool; wanna, you know --- ?" he says, cocking his head in the
direction of the technology block.
"When?"
"Straight after lunch?"
"Nah; my mates'll wonder where I've got to. What about after school?"
"Cool; see ya round there!"
He swaggers off. He's pretty rough; mum would go mad if she knew I
was hanging out with someone like him. I like him though; he's not
stunning or anything, but he's well fit in his own way, and horny
too, but there's more to it than that. It's sort of hard to explain,
but there's a sort of openness about him, like he isn't pretending to
be something he's not. He's not stupid either; all that stuff he told
me the first time we met, he didn't have to tell me that, it was like
he wanted to make sure I didn't get in trouble. Yeah, I definitely
want to see him again.
I have to give Michael some more shit about why I can't walk home
with him, but I promise I won't be long then we can have a kick-about
before it goes dark. I feel a bit bad about it, but as long as
there's someone he can kick a soccer ball around with he's happy, so
that's how it is. I've told Brad I'll meet up with him and that's
what I'm going to do. I just don't want Michael knowing about it; I
don't have to tell you why that is.
I walk towards the technology block; my heart's thumping like crazy.
I glance over my shoulder; nobody's paying me any attention, they're
all to busy getting out of the place. I turn off the path, heading
towards the far end of the building. Another glance over my shoulder;
there's nobody to be seen. I just keep walking, trying to look as
calm as I can. I reach the boys' room and push open the door. To my
relief, Brad's already there, standing at the urinal closest to the
door. Both stalls are empty; I grin at him and he follows me into the
one we used the last time.
We start undoing each other's trousers. He only uses one hand; he's
got the other one round my back, gently pulling us together. Our lips
meet. He kisses beautifully, his tongue exploring my mouth, sexy and
delicate, not rough at all. Fuck! There's no way this is the first
time he did that! The kiss ends; we stand there looking at each
other, eyes sparkling. Oh yeah! I like this kid!
"Nice!" he whispers. "Your mum's boyfriend teach you that?"
"Yeah!"
"Cool!"
A moment later our trousers and boxers are round our ankles. I'm
guessing he wants to suck me again, but I beat him to it, sitting on
the toilet and sucking right down on his beautiful cock. He pulls his
shirt up. He's not much bigger than I am, but he's got s really nice
body and his legs are perfect, slim like the rest of him but with
just a nice bit of muscle on them. Mine look like matchsticks next to
his. His cock's a real beauty; just about the same size as Greg's but
the foreskin's a bit longer. He strokes my hair, encouraging me to
continue what I'm doing, sucking him nice and slow, working my tongue
all over the shiny purple head then pushing my nose into his sparse
pubic hair, the fingers of my right hand caressing his large, firm
balls.
We swap over. Brad sucks as beautifully as he kisses. He puts some KY
on his fingers, slipping his hand between my legs to lube me up. Very
gently his index finger pushes into me. After just a few seconds he's
got his middle finger in as well. Oh, yeah! I want this! He stands
up.
"I see your mum's boyfriend's been giving you plenty!" he whispers,
grinning at me.
Yeah, well mum had to go into work for a couple of hours yesterday
afternoon to cover an emergency. Me and James weren't going to miss
an opportunity like that, were we? I get into position. Brad moves
in behind me, his cock prodding at my hole. One quick thrust and I've
got it inside me. He holds me round the hips, slowly pulling me onto
him until I've got the whole thing. He starts to fuck me, pulling
well back before slamming it right in again. Gradually he builds it
up till he's fucking me senseless, pounding my arse like there's no
tomorrow. His hand slides down to play with my cock; he knows what I
want, I don't even have to ask him! Oh, yeah! This is awesome! He's
totally going for it, slamming over my prostate with every thrust,
the tingling in my cock getting more and more intense. Suddenly I'm
there, bucking and squirming, my bum tightening round his invading
cock, my spunk splattering all over the toilet. He's right behind me.
"Mmmm!" he groans."Oooh! Ohhh! Nnngggg!!"
His cock jerks powerfully, wad after wad of thick, sexy boy-cream
spurting into my bum. We've done it! After several seconds he slowly
pulls out. Oh yeah! I wanted that! I'll go with him any time! He
waits for me to get cleaned up and we make our way outside.
"You know a blond kid called Anthony?" I enquire.
"Sure; how d'you know him then?"
I tell him what happened.
"Oh," he says casually. "I didn't know; never saw him all last week."
"So is he okay?" I ask. "I was really surprised he wanted me to fuck
him straight after Nathan had done it."
"Yeah, well that's how he is," Brad says. He eyes me up, liking he's
trying to weigh up whether he can trust me or not. "I shouldn't be
telling you this," he says, "so I don't want to hear that you've been
repeating it, yeah?"
I nod.
"Anthony's mum's on the game, yeah?" he says.
I look at him, puzzled; I don't understand what he means.
"She's a working girl, prostitute, you know," he says, by way of
explanation, "badly on the drugs too, or at least she was. Well, when
Anthony was seven, she takes this punter back to their flat. They do
the business; the guy gives her the money so she can get her drugs.
Then he says he'll give her another hundred if he can have a roll in
the hay with Anthony. Well, she's so far out of it she says okay, so
the guy takes Anthony in the bedroom, fucks him up the arse. Anthony
says it hurt so bad he was crying his eyes out all the time the guy
was doing it; couldn't sit down for a week afterwards, yeah? Well his
mum soon finds out she can get more money by pimping him than she can
working herself, so that's what she does. Anthony's sucking guys off,
getting fucked senseless, whatever. Anyway, after a bit the social
find out. His mum gets jail and rehab; Anthony gets put in a kids'
home. Well, that was a laugh; he reckons he got fucked more when he
was in there than he did when he was with his mum, older kids, care
workers, everybody; that's where he learned about going out working
for himself. Anyway, his mum does her time, gets off the drugs, so
they let Anthony go home. But he was into it by that time so he just
kept on doing it. Now he goes with anyone; kids here, punters,
whoever; it's turned him into a right little slut."
There's nothing I can say. I'm not shocked; I'm horrified; no kid
should have to go through that! Meeting Quentin and Danny was like
looking into a different world; now I'm looking at another one; only
this one's right at the other end of the scale. I used to moan a bit
about my life before James came along, but it was nothing like that!
I sort of knew some of the poor kids had a pretty rough time at home,
but hearing it spelled out like that; fuck! That is not nice!
"I won't say anything," I whisper, barely able to get the words out.
"I promise."
"Cool," he says, grinning at me; "I knew you was safe! So how d'you
know Nathan?"
"Lives round the corner."
"Oh right; thought you might have been with him. He used to fuck me
all the time when I first came here. He's not bad; got a nice dick on
him."
"Everybody thinks he's, like, some big hero," I say quietly. "He'd be
right in the shit if people found out he's been fucking all the
younger kids."
"He fuckin' would too!" Brad says, grinning again. "The shit would be
right in the fan! I just hope I'm well out the way when it happens!"
We reach the school gate. "See ya then!" he says, giving me another
blast of that infectious grin. He trots across to the bus stop; I
turn the other way and head for home.
0 o 0 o 0 o 0
We've been back at school for two weeks. James promised me that
things between him and mum would get sorted, but they still haven't.
I pull off my boxers, slip on a pair of white briefs, and pad across
to their bedroom. I'm a bit wary about this; a couple of times
recently it's been like he wasn't that bothered whether we had sex or
not. He's apologised afterwards, said it was `cause he's tired,
having to work so hard, but I don't know; It doesn't feel right,
somehow. I get into bed and snuggle up next to him. He puts his arm
round me and nuzzles my hair.
"James," I ask. "I thought things were going to get straightened out
with you and mum, but it's still all sort of edgy."
"Sorry it's taken so long," he says soothingly. "These things do
sometimes. But we're nearly there; pretty soon everything will be
sorted."
"Promise?"
"Promise!" he says, whispering right in my ear.
So that's it then; he hasn't said what he means by soon, but I'll
just have to be patient and everything will be back to how it used to
be. I've still no idea what the problem's been; I'm guessing they'll
tell me when everything's settled. I feel his cock through his
boxers; it's rock hard. I open the buttons and get it out, running
the fingers up and down the shaft. Some of the kids I've been with
have nice cocks, but they don't compare with James's! His is the most
beautiful one ever! I put my head on his tummy and take it into my
mouth, slowly sucking down on it, pushing down a little further each
time, till my nose is inside the opening in his boxers, the head of
his dick right down my throat. I feel so proud of myself; it took
ages to learn how to do that, but now I can do it no problem and he
loves it; I can tell from the way he's gasping and stroking my hair.
He's well up for it today; there's no doubt about that!
After a few minutes I let him go, getting up on my knees so I can
kneel across his chest. James pushes himself up onto his elbows.
"Go for it, Tiger!" he says, licking his lips.
I crawl forward and fuck my dick into his warm wet mouth. He holds me
round the hips, working his fingers all over my bum. I grab the
headboard, pumping with all I've got, fucking his mouth as hard as I
can go. I can feel the tingling build up; my balls start to churn,
then bang! My head jerks back, I'm gasping for air, hanging onto the
headboard. My spunk spurts over and over into his mouth till I've no
more left to give. I slowly ease back, sinking down till I'm sitting
on his tummy. Fuck! That was unbelievable! I've cum loads; I know I
have!
James licks his lips and swallows down the last of my spunk.
"Wow! That just gets better!" he breathes. "You cum more every time
we do it! Beautiful!"
I flop down next to him, resting my head on his chest. I hand slips
between my legs, a well-lubed finger working its way into my bum. I'm
so knackered I just let him get on with it. A second finger joins the
first. Nice! After a couple of minutes both fingers slide smoothly
out. So now he's going to fuck me; it's what he wants, what we both
want. I know I've only just cum, but I still want his big cock inside
me. Normally I'd get up on all fours so we could do it doggy style,
but today I want to do something different. I grab a pillow, stuff it
under my hips and roll onto my tummy, spreading my legs. He lowers
himself onto me. I reach back, holding my bum-cheeks apart. He pushes
in. Wow! Inch by inch he works it onto me until his balls are down
between my legs.
There's a short pause, then he starts thrusting it into me, long and
slow. My cock's already as hard as iron. I know I won't cum again,
but it's still an awesome feeling. He picks up the pace, fucking me
harder, fucking me faster. Oh yeah! I'll never be able to get enough
if this, not ever! He's really working; his hot breath blowing on the
back of my neck and wafting up my nostrils. He picks it up even
further, pounding my arse with everything he's got. Fuckin' awesome!
"Yeah! he growls "Yeah! Take it babe! Take my spunk!
Aaaarrrggghhh!!!"
His cock explodes inside me, his thick creamy spunk flooding into my
bum. Fuck! After a few seconds he slowly withdraws. I don't move,
don't even try to move, there's no need. I just lie right where I am,
tired, a bit sore, but totally elated; that was as good as it gets.
0 o 0 o 0 o 0
Wednesday afternoon, I'm sitting at the table doing my homework,
waiting for James to arrive. The clock ticks round to half past four.
He's usually here by now, but it's not a problem; there's plenty of
time. It comes to quarter to five; he's late now, if he's not here
soon there'll be no time for us to have sex before mum comes home.
Five o'clock and there's still no sign of him. I'm worried; he's
never been as late as this. If he's working late why hasn't he called
like he usually does? Something's happened; it must have done. I pick
up the phone and call his mobile; it's switched off. Something's
wrong; I know it is. Maybe he's been in an accident while he was
coming here. Shit! What if he's been hurt! If it had been something
minor he'd have called, but that's not right either; his phone should
have been switched on, even if he couldn't answer it. This is just
getting worse; I don't know what to think.
Mum gets home at five to six. I can tell from her face that something
really bad's happened; she looks really upset.
"James won't be coming," she says evenly. "In fact he won't be coming
here again; He rang me at lunchtime to say he's been seeing someone
else."
She goes through to the kitchen. I sit there, totally stunned, unable
to take in what she just said. That can't be right, it just can't! He
told me only on Saturday that by this weekend everything would be
sorted and things would be all okay again. He promised! Now mum tells
me that he's not coming back! I feel like I've had my guts ripped
out; there's a big piece of me that isn't there any more. Fuck! James
is EVERYTHING to me; how can he not be coming back?! For a good few
seconds my mind goes completely blank; I can't make sense of any of
it.
Thoughts slowly return. Mum doesn't lie and she doesn't play jokes.
Even if she did, that was not a joking face. That was her `I'm upset
and I'm angry' face. The realisation begins to dawn; James has gone
and he's not going to come back. I rush up to my room, throw myself
face down in the bed and burst into tears. I can see Tom's mum
singing that song, `Drown in My Own Tears'; I think that's what I'm
going to do. He lied to me! He must have known last Saturday that he
wasn't coming back and he lied! But why? What did I do wrong? He kept
telling me I was the best, and how he loved being with me; wasn't I
good enough for him? I did everything he wanted; even learned how to
deep-throat him. If there was a problem why didn't he tell me?
Seeing someone else? It doesn't make sense! Then the horrible
realisation creeps up on me. All those times when he said he was
working late, that's what he was doing. In fact he wasn't seeing one
`someone else'; he was seeing several `someone elses' till he found a
`someone else' with a kid like me. He told me about splitting up with
Harry's mum; that's what he did then. But things seemed so right
here, I never dreamed he'd do that again. I thought he'd be with us,
well maybe not forever, but at least until I was pretty grown up. But
now he's gone, never said goodbye, nothing! And he's going to be
having sex with this other kid `cause he doesn't want me any more.
"Christopher!" mum calls up the stairs. "Come down and get your
dinner." She pauses for a second. "You've still got to eat!"
I get up off the bed. I'm not one of these kids that throws tantrums
when they don't get their own way; I never have been. I go to the
bathroom; my eyes are all red and I look like shit. I throw some
water over my face and take a few deep breaths to try to get myself
together. Okay, let's do it. I make my way down to the kitchen.
"Come and sit down," she says quietly.
I try to eat; I'm really not hungry but I've got to make the effort.
She's upset too; I can see it. I don't want to make things worse.
"Have you been crying?" she asks.
I nod.
"You were very close to James, weren't you?"
I give another nod. Speaking's not a good idea right now; I'll burst
into tears again.
"I know how much he meant to you and how much you looked up to him,"
she says gently. "You improved so much after he came along. I was so
pleased; I'd always been worried that you'd never achieve what you're
capable of. He knew full well how important he was to you. Him
walking out on me I can deal with, but doing that to you, I'll never
forgive him for that. Bastard! He wanted out so he went. When it came
down to it he was just like all the others; he didn't give a damn
about either of us."
We continue eating in silence. Well, I'm trying, at this rate it'll
take me two days to finish it.
"You might as well know what we were arguing about," she says a few
minutes later.
I take a deep breath; I'm not sure I want to hear this.
"Back last summer," she continues, "I suggested that if things went
well between us, he should sell his apartment; I'd sell this place
and together we'd be able to buy a really nice house, still in this
area, so we could be a proper family, maybe even have kids together
if that was what he wanted. Well, he seemed pretty keen on the idea,
so a few months later I asked him if he'd thought about it. He made
some excuse, said it wasn't the right time, and we'd look at it in
the New Year. So I let it go, then after Christmas I asked him again,
only this time I told him how important I thought it was, and that I
wanted it for you as much as for me. I didn't threaten him or
anything, but well, that's when it all started to go wrong."
Sometimes you can just know when someone's told you the truth;
everything sort of fits. So that's what they were arguing about.
"Mum," I ask, still trying to hold back the tears. "You know all
those times when he said he had to work late, was he --- you know?"
"Seeing someone else? I asked him that when he called; he pretty well
admitted it. I still don't understand what he was up to though; if he
wanted out, why didn't he just go? Why bother with all these lies?"
I feel cold and clammy. I know exactly what he was up to; he wasn't
going to leave till he'd found another kid. Fuck! If mum knew that,
she'd go mental!
"Leave that if you don't want it," she says, referring to my half
eaten dinner.
I get up and start clearing things away.
"Leave that, I'll deal with it later," she says. "Let's go and sit
down."
We move through to the lounge room and sit next to each other on the
sofa. Mum puts her arm round me.
"If you want to have a good cry, just let it out," she says. "He's
dumped on both of us."
It's still all too much to take in. James has been such a big part of
my life; it's hard to understand that he's not going to be here any
more. And the way mum's dealt with it, well, it's just not like her.
She's always been pretty strict with me, hard even. But today she's
been so gentle, let me off my chores, she even let me off finishing
my dinner. That just doesn't happen, not ever! But today it did; she
could see how much I was hurting and she was there for me. I won't
forget that.