Date: Sun, 20 Jan 2008 22:58:32 +0000
From: pinkpanther2@hotmail.co.uk
Subject: 'A Warm April Saturday' chapter 20
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CHAPTER TWENTY
Up in my bedroom, I work steadily through my homework. Somehow, I
feel more like me again, concentrating on what I'm doing, making sure
I do it well. I get it finished then put my books into my bag, ready
for tomorrow. I give myself a little pat on the back; I've done well
there, it's been a good day, all round. For the first time in two
weeks I'm not thinking about what happened with James. I wander
downstairs; it's twenty to six. I could watch the telly for ten
minutes, but I don't. I go through to the kitchen and start to get
everything ready for mum to cook dinner when she comes in. I used to
hate doing jobs like this, but now, well, it's different; I've grown
up a bit, I guess. Mum's had a tough time too; it'll be better for
both of us if I get on do my chores without her having to ask every
time.
It's five to six when she comes in. She gives me a quick hug,
something she never used to do.
"Hi! Looks like you've been busy!" she comments, smiling at me.
"Everything ready?"
"Yes, mum."
"Well done! Just put the shopping way; there's a good boy."
I quickly empty the two carrier bags she's brought in, putting all
the stuff where it goes.
"Done your homework?" she asks.
"Yeah, all finished," I tell her.
"Off you go then, I'll call you when it's ready."
I wander through to the lounge room and turn on the telly, just
enjoying being able to relax. I'd guess it's the first time I've been
able to do that since James left.
We sit down to eat at half past six.
"You're looking a lot brighter," mum says. "So how's your day been?"
"We had the year seven cross-country championships this morning."
"And?"
"I won it; Tom was second. We won the team race too."
I take the two medals from my trouser pocket and put them on the
table.
"Well done!" Mum says, giving me a big smile. "I'm pleased you've
found something that you can do well at. It's funny, you and Tom both
being good at it. Mind you, neither of you carry any weight. He's a
nice lad, Tom."
"He was incredible today!" I tell her. "He ran so hard; I was
struggling to keep up with him then I just managed to get past him at
the end. We both broke the course record."
"Sounds like it was quite exciting!"
"Yeah; Mr Sheridan was chuffed to bits that we won the team race."
"So who was in your team?"
"Me, Alwyn was third, Andrew was fifth and Josh was eleventh."
"I haven't met any of them yet, have I?" mum says. "You'll have to
invite them over some time."
We chat some more as we continue eating. This is a big change; mum's
taking far more interest in what I've been doing than she ever used
to. Even better, she's not treating me like a little boy any more. It
works for me!
0 o 0 o 0 o 0
Friday lunchtime and I'm as horny as fuck. I'm not even bothering
what the other lads think; I've got to deal with it. Problem is
Brad's gone missing again; well I can't find him. Shit! I head
towards the technology block. After the last time, my head's telling
me I really shouldn't be doing this. My dick's not listening; I guess
you knew it wouldn't. Maybe this time I'll get lucky. Well, maybe. I
push open the door of the boys' room. The place is deserted. Fuck!
Now what am I going to do? I could wait at one of the urinals;
there's plenty of time. But suppose Nathan or that big fat kid comes
in? I'll be trapped; every brain cell I've got is telling me to get
the hell out of here. My dick's still not listening; I go and stand
at the urinal next but one to the door.
I wait for what seems like ages; I guess it's two or three minutes. I
hear footsteps. My heart starts thumping like it's going to burst out
of my chest. The door opens. Shit! If it's one of THAT pair, I'm
fucked! The figure emerges from behind the door; relief sweeps over
me, it's Anthony. Yeah, well I know he's a right little slut and
rough as a bear's arse, but he's so cute, and he's even hornier than
I am. He grins at me and heads into one of the stalls; I quickly put
my dick away and follow him.
We bolt the door and hang our blazers behind it. We undo the top of
each others trousers and let them drop to the floor. Then I get a
totally mad idea. I've got to see this kid naked; I just have to! I
pull his tie off; that's pretty easy `cause he never really had it on
properly. I begin undoing his shirt buttons. He's not doing the same
to me or anything, but he's not trying to stop me. I help him take it
off; he hangs it on top of his blazer. I sit on the toilet and pull
his briefs down to his ankles. I look up at him. Fuck! He is perfect!
His skin's so pale it's almost like you can see through it. I run my
hands up between his legs and over his stiff little cock. He's as
smooth as silk. Shit! I thought Conor was cute, but Anthony just
blows him away; no wonder all these older guys want to go with him!
I lean forward and take his hard spike into my mouth, sucking and
licking all over it, flicking my tongue out to lick his firm, round
balls. He gently holds my head, urging me on. I slip my hand between
his legs, my finger quickly locating his boy-hole. I gently rub
around it then slip inside. Well, we both know where this is going!
After a couple of minutes I let him go. I stand up and pull my boxers
down, licking my lips. That was awesome! I pull him into a totally
wild kiss. He seems more into it this time, more passionate, his
tongue wrestling with mine. It's time to do it. I pull the tube of KY
from my pocket. Anthony positions himself over the toilet without me
even asking him. I quickly lube him up, working two fingers right
inside him. He's ready. I smear some lube over my dick and move in
close, guiding it onto its target. One thrust and I'm right inside
him, my cock gripped tight in his hot little sheath.
I look down. Completely naked, he looks so beautiful, so fragile
somehow, just waiting for me to give him what he wants. The base of
my cock is just barely visible, the rest of it embedded in his arse.
I hold him round the hips and pull slowly back, watching it slowly re-
emerge, all slick and shiny, till only the head's left inside him. I
thrust it in again. In, back, in, back, building it up till I'm
giving him everything I've got, his quiet moaning spurring me on.
Fuck! I really needed this! I reach down to play with his throbbing
cock, wanking him, fucking him, wanking him, fucking him, the
intensity building with every thrust. He gasps, his body bucking
slightly, his cock coming to life between my fingers. I hang on,
fucking him even harder. A few more thrusts and I'm there too,
pumping my boy-juice right into him. Oh yeah!
I take a few seconds to get my breath then carefully pull out. I wait
for him to clean up and get dressed. We check that nobody's about and
head out onto the corridor.
"Nice one, man!" he whispers. "I like doing it with you; you do it
good!"
"That's cool," I tell him. "It was good for me, too!"
"Wanna see me again?" he asks.
"Yeah, when?"
"Monday after school, yeah?"
"Yeah, cool."
We make our way outside. He takes out a pack of cigarettes.
"You don't smoke, do you?" he asks, sort of half offering me one.
"Nah!"
"Fuck! Wish I didn't!" he says grinning at me. "Just gotta have one
before we go back to class."
"Cool; see you Monday, then!" I tell him
I make my way around the building towards the playground. I don't
know why I arranged to see him again; that was not a smart move. I'd
never normally hang out with a kid like him, but I guess he's just
too sexy to resist.
0 o 0 o 0 o 0
Saturday is warm and sunny; it's the last weekend before we finish
for the Easter break. I still miss James not being here, but I'm
dealing with it, and that means keeping myself busy. I dress in my
Crystal Palace kit. After a big bowl of Rice Krispies and a mug of
coffee I quickly get my chores done then head off to Michael's house.
He seems in a really bouncy mood for some reason. He grabs a soccer
ball and we make our way to the little park round the corner for a
kick-about. If I could wave a magic wand I'd make him a really
brilliant soccer player; he'd love that. As it is, he's barely
average; that's life, I guess.
We've arranged to meet the other lads at the pool about ten to two,
just before the splash session starts, so about twelve o'clock we
knock it on the head. We stroll back across the park.
"Can I tell you something?" Michael whispers.
"Yeah, course!"
"The other night, I was, you know, playing with my dick. Suddenly it
started tingling really bad. Then my stuff squirted out! It was
awesome, man!
I glance across; he's grinning like the Cheshire Cat.
"Yeah, feels great, doesn't it? I knew it wouldn't be long till you
could do it."
"Fuck, man! It was amazing!" he says breathlessly. "You won't say
anything to the others, will you?"
I sneak a quick sideways peak; his cock's tenting his shorts. Fuck!
Is this the chance I've been praying for? We couldn't do anything at
his place `cause his mum and dad and his older sister will be there,
but if he'll come round to mine, well, I'd love to suck him off! I'm
so excited I can hardly speak; we don't say more than a couple of
words the rest of the way home. We reach my house first. I check my
watch; it's ten past twelve. This is it.
"Wanna come in for a bit?" I ask, trying to sound as casual as
possible.
"Nah, gotta get back; mum'll be expecting me."
He trots off the few yards to his house, bouncing the ball as he
goes. Shit! That is so frustrating! I really thought it was going to
happen then he knocks me back again.
Going to the swimming pool means changing my shorts; soccer shorts
have no pockets so there's nowhere to put my money. I skin them off.
I'm already wearing briefs; for some reason I don't usually wear
boxers under my shorts except for gym and games when we're at school.
I could wear my board shorts. Instead I pick up my black denim ones
and put them on; shoe-horn myself into them, more like, I must have
grown quite a bit since last summer, the last time I wore them. They
look pretty short; they show about half my thighs when I'm standing
up. Still, they're okay and they've got those nice secure pockets so
I don't have to worry about losing stuff. A few minutes later
Michael's at the door and we're on our way. Michael never mentions
anything about sex, so I don't either.
Meeting up today was Andrew's idea; he's waiting outside with Josh
when we arrive. A couple of minutes later Tom and Gareth show up and
we're all set. We go through our normal changing routine and trot
through to the pool just as they finish putting the floats and the
diving board out. The place is buzzing! I love it when it's like
this. It's the first time all six of us have been here on a weekend.
There are quite a few more adults around than when we've been here
before; I never really noticed when I came here with James. Some of
them are just swimming laps on the far side of the pool; the others
are playing with their kids down at the shallow end. We have to make
sure to keep out of their way when we're playing on the floats, but
it's no problem; we just stay around the middle of the pool, close to
where they've put the rope to cut off the diving area.
As we wait in line for the diving board three girls start chatting to
us. They're a year below us; they're all still at Deans Park, where
most of us went, but I don't recognise any of them. They seem to know
us though and want to know who our `new friend' is, meaning Andrew;
it looks like he's really caught their eye. He's polite and chatty as
always, but doesn't seem to notice the way they're flirting with him.
After half a dozen dives we go back to play on the floats. The girls
follow us. Andrew might not be that interested but Michael certainly
is, chatting to them, flirting with them, giving them all the
attention thay want. I guess I've never really thought about it, but
there's no doubt at all; Michael likes girls! Fuck! That must be what
he thinks about when he wanks off. Yeukkk!! That's a big shock, but I
guess it's an idea I'll have to get used to. The other lads might not
be too interested at the moment, but it won't be long before they all
are. I'm gay; they're not, that's how it is. I'm not complaining; I
don't dislike girls, I'm just not interested in them `like that'.
It's quarter past three when we finally get out. We've been playing
in there for well over and hour and I'm knackered! We head off into
the changing room; we're back to being just us. It feels more
comfortable somehow, I guess it's `cause it's what I'm used to. We
spend our usual ten minutes fooling about in the showers before
splitting up to get changed. I collect my stuff from the locker, skin
my shorts off and stand there getting dry. Me and Gareth don't say a
lot; I'm still trying to get my head round what went on out there.
Gareth cocks his head, sort of beckoning me. I lean towards him.
"Guy over there's looking at you," he whispers.
I sneak a glance; early thirties, quite fit and definitely checking
me out. Before I can get my underpants on, I start to get hard, not
completely, but enough for both Gareth and the guy watching me to
notice. That is embarrassing! As soon as we're dressed we make our
way out into the foyer.
"Didn't you mind that guy looking at you?" Gareth asks quietly,
"Fuck, man! I'd have freaked!"
"Well, he wasn't going to do anything, was he?" I say, shrugging it
off. Underneath I'm feeling very uncomfortable; if I'd been there on
my own, he might have come on to me. After James dumping me the way
he did, I'm not sure I'd want an older guy trying to pick me up, not
right now anyway.
The girls emerge from their changing room, the rest of our gang re-
appearing a few seconds later. Michael heads straight for them. This
is hard to believe; so much for my chances of getting into his
boxers! It's a couple of minutes before the guy Gareth spotted comes
out of the changing area. I ignore him; Gareth gives him the hard
stare. I guess seeing the six of us there, with three girls in tow
and all the pool staff around, he knows he's wasting his time; he
keeps right on walking, out of the building and off towards the car-
park.
0 o 0 o 0 o 0
Monday I had sex with Anthony again. So why aren't I telling you all
about it? `Cause there's not that much to tell. We met after school,
like we said, and did more or less what we did the time before. I
guess we took a bit longer over it, but that was about it; hot sex
with a very horny boy, there's not much more to say. He wanted to fix
up to do it again, but I made an excuse not to. It's not that I don't
enjoy fucking him, but something about him scares me. I guess it's
that he's so casual about it all, like he doesn't care who knows what
he's doing. Well I care! It's hard to turn him down, but, well, I
just don't want to get labelled the way Daryl has. As it is, fuck
knows what Michael must be thinking, the number of times I've ducked
out of walking home with him.
It's Wednesday lunchtime when I spot Brad out on the playground. I
stroll across to him.
"Hey, man! You okay? Haven't seen you about for a bit!"
"Yeah; just had a bit of business to attend to," he says, giving me
his usual grin. "You're looking better."
"Yeah, getting there, I guess. Wanna meet after school?"
"Cool! No probs! See you round there, yeah?"
"Yeah, cool!"
The afternoon seems to drag. I really like Brad; he was the one
person I could talk to after James left. He's great sex too; I guess
I prefer it that way round. Finally it's time to go. I give Michael
some more bullshit about having to stay behind and I'm on my way. I
start walking round the technology block; I spot Brad's about thirty
yards ahead of me. I resist the temptation to run and catch him up;
that might get us noticed. I round the end of the building; Brad's
standing by the door smoking a cigarette.
"Hi!" he says brightly. "That was quick; just having a ciggy. There's
no rush; cleaners don't get over here till five o'clock. So how's it
going?"
"Not bad," I say casually, "getting over it. Not sure I like coming
to this place just on the off-chance though; came here the once when
I couldn't find you and there was this big fat kid here. He was
gross!"
"Oh, you met one of the honey monsters!" he says grinning at me.
"You mean there's more than one?"
"Yeah; there's two of them. Which one was it, with glasses or
without?"
"Without."
"Shit! He's mingin'! You wouldn't touch that with a barge pole!
Pretty harmless though."
"So you've not been with him, then?" I ask.
"No way, man! If I want to suck off an elephant I'll go to the zoo!"
I can't help laughing; Brad's great at helping me see the funny side
of things. He takes a drag on his cigarette.
"Chris, what's your surname?" he asks.
"Markham."
"So you're a runner then! I saw the name of the gym notice board; I
wondered if it was you. Well done, man!"
"Thanks!" I say, feeling slightly embarrassed; it was nice of him to
say that.
"So who's the other kid, the one that came second? You beat Alwyn by
a long way."
"Tom? He's a good mate; he was at my junior school. You know Alwyn
then? He's in my tutor group."
"Yeah; lives down the road from me. I know he's pretty good; I think
he runs for the athletics club."
I'm impressed; Brad certainly doesn't miss much. He takes a final
drag on his cigarette and tosses it away.
"You ready, then?" he asks.
I'm ready; I follow him inside. We head straight into one of the
stalls, bolt the door and hang our blazers behind it. Trousers are
quickly down round our ankles. We pull each other into a totally wild
kiss, tongues wrestling, cocks grinding together. He kisses
beautifully, as well as anyone I've been with. After a couple of
minutes our lips separate. We're looking right into each other's
eyes. Brad's are sparkling; I think mine must be too. He skins his
underwear down and sits on the toilet. I'm wearing a pair of cotton-
print boxers; I'm expecting Brad to pull them down. He doesn't; he
gets my cock out through the opening and sucks right down on it; it
feels awesome! His hand slides between my legs; a greasy finger
creeps up inside my shorts and into my bum. Oh yeah, I love this! A
second one joins it, loosening me up and stimulating my sex-gland;
I'll cum in his mouth if he keeps this up much longer. I guess he
senses I'm getting close; he lets me go and looks up at me.
"Beautiful!" he breathes.
So now he's going to pull my boxers down, right? Wrong again; he just
tucks my cock back inside and stands up.
"Now for the main event!" he whispers.
I bend over the toilet. Brad's hands are on the waistband of shorts.
So this is where he pulls them off! Nice! All he does is ease them
down a couple of inches so they're sort of round my hips; I don't get
it. Then it clicks; he's got his cock up inside them; he's going to
fuck me with them on! Wow! He pushes right into me, his cock slamming
against my prostate. Fuck! There's only one way this is going to end;
I'm going to mess my shorts big-time! A few thrusts to get himself
going and he's into his stride, holding me round the tops of my legs
and fucking me stupid. It's been a week since Nathan fucked me and
this is way better than that! I need this so much! He's not touching
my cock but he doesn't have to; the way it's rubbing against my
shorts I'm going to cum pretty quick anyway. I try to relax, try to
make it last; I haven't got a hope. My balls start churning; I'm
shaking like a jelly, my bum squeezing tight round Brad's cock. Spunk
races up my cock and explodes over and over into my shorts. I've
soaked them! Brad's really going for it; fucking me as hard as he
can. It only takes another dozen strokes and his cock's jerking
inside me, his spunk firing right into my bum.
After a few seconds he gently eases his way out. I guess I should get
cleaned up, but I've already messed my shorts; I'll have to change
them when I get home in any case, and it's not like Brad's cum
gallons or anything. I just pull up my trousers and leave it there.
We put on our blazers and make our way outside.
"I think you liked that!" Brad says, grinning at me.
"Yeah! That was way hot! Where did you get that idea from?"
"Keith, one of Barry's mates, he likes to have me like that; gives me
these white gym shorts to wear, keeps them as souvenirs."
"Barry, that's your stepdad, yeah?"
"Yeah."
"So d'you like being fucked?"
"Yeah, depends who I'm with. If I'm with someone like you or Anthony,
I like to fuck. If I'm with someone older, I like them to fuck me."
"Well, I like you fucking me; you do it way better than Nathan does."
"So when did he have you then?"
"About a week ago, after I ran into that fat kid; I went back outside
and saw Nathan heading the other way, so I followed him. I wished I
hadn't; he just got me over the toilet, lubed me up in about five
seconds and shoved it right in. It was all over in less than a minute
and as soon as he finished he fucked off."
"Yeah, well it's like that with him," Brad says casually. "It's
`wham, bam, thank you ma'am!' and he's outa there."
"Yeah, and when I saw him on the corridor the next day, I said `hi'
and he didn't want to know me; told me not to talk to him again."
"Oh, he wouldn't like that!" Brad says, smirking. "Wouldn't want
anyone to see him talking to one of the younger kids; it'd spoil his
image!"
"Well I think he's an arsehole!" I say vehemently. "It's all about
him, what he wants; he didn't give a shit whether I was enjoying it
or not."
"You're not wrong there," Brad says. He looks at me intently. "Chris,
can I ask you something?"
"Yeah, what is it?"
"There's this kid Rob who lives just across the road from us. Well, I
sort of realised he was gay, and I guess he must have sussed out that
I was. Anyway, we've been doing stuff together for about six months;
Rob's fifteen and he's really nice; beautiful cock on him. We finish
school tomorrow, yeah? I wondered if you might like to come over
Friday morning; we can go to Rob's place, have some fun together?"
I'm caught in two minds; this has come right out of the blue for one
thing.
"So is Rob your boyfriend?" I ask, playing for time.
"Sort of, I guess."
"So which school does he go to, Broadstone?"
"Nah! He's a computer geek; goes to Wyndham Park `cause they
specialise in IT. The stuff he can do is fuckin' unreal; hacks into
these porn sites. You should see the stuff he's got!"
I'm very wary about this. I certainly don't fancy wandering around
Anscombe Leys looking for the house. But I don't want to say no
either; Brad's been great, and anyway, I could spend the whole
holiday getting no sex at all.
"You can get a bus to the Six Bells, yeah?" Brad asks, clearly
sensing the way I'm feeling.
"Yeah."
"We'll meet you there, eleven o'clock, and don't worry, Rob's cool;
you don't have to do nothin' you don't want to, yeah?" he says,
reassuringly. "And the Leys ain't THAT bad; well, not down where we
are it isn't."
"Yeah, okay."
"Cool!" he says, giving me a big grin. "I'll be looking forward to
it!"
I set off for home with Brad's spunk slowly leaking into my boxers.