Date: Thu, 24 Jan 2008 20:15:15 +0000
From: pinkpanther2@hotmail.co.uk
Subject: 'A Warm April Saturday' chapter 21.

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                         CHAPTER TWENTY ONE
                                  
Friday morning and it's really warm. I put on white briefs, my  black
denim shorts and my Crystal Palace top. It's half past ten when I set
off  for  the bus stop. I could go on my bike; it's not far, but  I'm
worried about it getting stolen, so the bus it is. I'm still not sure
I  should  be doing this, but Brad's been sound; I'm sure he wouldn't
let  anything bad happen to me. It's not really that though. I  mean,
I've never met Rob; suppose I don't fancy him? That could make things
very  awkward. Yeah, and I know I've had three-way sex  before,  like
when I was on holiday last year. It can get pretty wild, and I know I
enjoyed  it at the time; even so, it's not really my thing, I'd  much
rather  be  one-on-one with someone I really like. Still,  I've  said
I'll go; I'm not going to let Brad down by not turning up.

It's twenty to eleven when the bus arrives. Shit! That probably means
I'll  get there early. It's not an area where I'd want to be  hanging
out  on  my own; I hope I don't have to wait too long. The bus slowly
makes  its way towards the town centre, stopping at every stop. We're
nearly there; The Six Bells is the next stop. I check my watch;  it's
five  to  eleven. My heart's thumping like crazy; if I'm just waiting
at  the bus stop someone I know might see me, it'd be pretty hard  to
explain  why  I was there. The bus crawls up the road  and  pulls  in
outside the pub; it's time to go. I stand there for a moment,  trying
to  see  if I can spot them. Suddenly they're there, trotting  across
the road towards the bus stop.

Brad  looks  way cuter in his black tee-shirt and grey  board  shorts
than  he  does  in his school uniform. Rob's quite hard to  describe;
about  5'10", slim without being skinny, blue-grey eyes and straight,
mousey  coloured hair. He's not ugly, but he's not super-fit  either,
just  sort  of  ordinary, the sort of kid you'd pass  in  the  street
without noticing. Seems like he's got a pretty nice body though;  I'm
guessing he'll look better out of his clothes.

"Hi, man!" Brad says, grinning broadly. "This is Rob!"

"Hi!" Rob says quietly; on first impressions he certainly seems okay.

We  cross  back  over  the main road and stroll  down  Anscombe  Park
Avenue.  Brad was right; once you're away from the scruffy shops  and
stuff it doesn't look that bad; most of the houses are neat and  well
kept.  Up  the hill away to our left are several tower blocks,  high-
rise  flats around a tatty shopping centre where half the  shops  are
boarded  up; seems like that's where most of the trouble is. We  turn
the  opposite way, down a quiet side road. The houses are older  than
ours,  and  people don't have anywhere to put their cars,  but  apart
from  that it's not much different from where I live. We reach  Rob's
house;  we stroll up the short path from the road and he lets  us  in
through the front door.

"Want a drink?" he asks.

"Please!" I say.

"Coke all right?"

"Yeah, cool!"

I  flop  down in the lounge room while Rob and Brad get drinks sorted
out.  A  moment later they're back from the kitchen. Rob hands  me  a
large  glass of coke with three or four ice cubes in it.  For  a  few
seconds we sit there drinking in silence.

"You okay?" Rob asks.

"Yeah, cool!" I tell him.

"I  like  those shorts!" he tells me. Well, I guess that's nothing  I
haven't heard before.

"Fuck! They make you look well sexy!" Brad joins in, grinning at  me.
"Told you he was fit, didn't I?" he continues, addressing himself  to
Rob.

Hmmm! Now here's another problem; I don't know what Brad's told  him.
I hope he hasn't said anything about me and James. I don't think he'd
have done that; he's pretty smart about that sort of thing. I know he
never  told Anthony anything he shouldn't have. So what do I  say  if
Rob  asks me how I got into doing this? Can't mention Greg `cause I'd
have  to  explain how I met him. I could just make something up,  but
I'm  not much good at that; I might trip myself up. It'll have to  be
Stephen; the only thing I'll have to lie about is that being my first
time. Won't say anything about Quentin and Danny though; it'd make me
sound like a slut.

"You ready, then?" Rob enquires, finishing his drink.

"Yeah, sure," I say, feeling anything but sure.

"Let's go up to my room, then," he says.

I  follow  him up the stairs. His bedroom is set up like  a  computer
lab; the stuff he's got must have cost a fortune.

"Show him that latest vid you got," Brad suggests.

Rob  clears  the  screen-saver; and starts the vid.  The  quality  is
superb.  Even  with the picture filling the 19" monitor  screen,  the
images  are  pin-sharp. Two boys, one about my  age,  the  other  one
around  the  same age as Brad are naked on a bed. They're both  slim,
fit-looking  kids, uncut and with full hard-ons. The  older  boy  has
dark  curly hair and brown eyes; he's got a thick five inches  or  so
with  low-hanging balls and a little crop of almost black pubic hair.
The  other boy's a blue-eyed blond with a slim four inches, his balls
still held tight in their sac and not a trace of hair anywhere in his
body.  They  do  everything;  kissing,  fondling,  licking,  sucking.
Finally the younger boy gets on all fours and lets the other kid fuck
him stupid. This is a weird experience! It's so much like what me and
Greg  did  over  at Vince's house, it's almost like watching  myself.
Shit!  I hope that one hasn't found its way out to where people  like
Rob  can  get hold of it. Greg said it wouldn't; I just hope  he  was
right.  It doesn't stop me getting hard though, my cock straining  to
get out of my shorts.

"How did you get this?" I ask.

"Got  it  off  the  Russian porn site I've  hacked  into,"  Rob  says
casually.  "You  can  get  some stuff free  from  these  file-sharing
networks, but most of it is quite old; the quality's nowhere like  as
good  as this. All the really good stuff you have to pay for,  unless
you know what you're doing."

"You ready for some action?" Brad asks, running his hand over my bum.

I nod nervously. Very gently they help me undress, Rob completing the
job by pulling my briefs down, leaving me fully exposed.

"Fuck!" Rob breathes. "You are well fit! Beautiful cock!"

He leans forward and takes it into his mouth, his hand running up and
down  between my legs. It feels wicked. After a couple of minutes  he
lets  me  go.  Brad's already naked and clearly gagging for  it.  Rob
quickly  discards  his clothes till he's down to his  boxers.  I  was
right about him having a nice body.

"Want  to take these off for me?" he says, standing up from  the  bed
where he's been sitting.

I kneel in front of him and slowly pull them off. Holy shit! He's got
a  monster! Big balls too! His cock's not as thick around the base as
James's  but it's nearly as long and it doesn't taper at all  so  the
head  and  the first few inches are just as big. Wow! On a slim  not-
quite-sixteen  year  old  it looks well impressive!  I  push  out  my
tongue, running it up the underside. He strokes my hair, urging me to
continue. I lick all over the large shiny head then take it  into  my
mouth.  Gradually I inch my way down, sucking in a little  more  each
time, breathing through my nose as it pushes its way into my throat.

"Fuckin'  hell!" Rob gasps. "Look what he's doing, Brad!  Fuck!  Even
you can't do that! Shit, Chris! You'd better let go; I don't want  to
cum yet!"

I  do  as he says; we all get onto the bed. This time I've got Brad's
cock  to  suck on. I really love doing it with him; I can  get  right
down on it without it going down my throat. Rob gets between my legs,
taking my cock into his mouth again, a slimy finger running around my
bum-hole.

"Gorgeous  little  bum!"  he  whispers. "Brad  says  you  like  being
fucked."

"Yeah," I tell him, pausing for a moment before quickly resuming work
on  Brad's  dick. Rob's finger gently pushes inside.  He  touches  my
prostate.  Oh fuck! That is so good! A minute of steady  massage  and
the finger slides back out. Rob and Brad swap places, my cock quickly
enveloped  by Brad's warm, wet mouth, his tongue working overtime  on
me.  I  lick  and lap all over Rob's beautiful big cock, occasionally
taking  it  right into my mouth. Brad slips a greasy finger  into  my
bum;  a  second one quickly joins it. It doesn't take long to get  me
ready; he removes his fingers and manoeuvres me onto all fours. Okay,
they're going to spit-roast me.

It's  not  a surprise; I hadn't thought too much about what  we'd  do
today, but if I had, this would have come pretty near the top of  the
list. Ever since Greg told me about it I've wondered what it must  be
like.  So here's where I find out. I settle my mouth over Rob's  dick
as  Brad pushes his way into me. Oh yeah! This is wild! Brad holds me
round  the  hips, taking it pretty slow to start with,  easing  right
back  before thrusting in again. I could easily make Rob  cum  in  my
mouth,  but I know he's got other ideas, so I just keep his  dick  in
there without really doing too much.

Brad  gradually  picks the pace up; after a couple  of  minutes  he's
pounding my arse with everything he's got. Shit! I just want more! He
doesn't  touch my cock; it's tingling like crazy as it is, he'd  only
just  have to fondle it for a second or two and I'd cum all over  the
bed.  I  guess  he wants to keep me horny for, well, you  know!  He's
really  going for it now, his firm, fit tummy smacking over and  over
against  my  bum,  his  breathing getting more and  more  ragged.  He
tightens his grip around my thighs.

"Nnnnnggg!!"  he  gasps.  "Fuck!  I'm  gonna  cum!  Nnngg!!  Nnnggg!!
Aaaarrrggghhh!!!"

His  cock thrusts right into me; it swells and jerks, sending several
volleys of spunk deep into my bum. He collapses over my back, gasping
for breath. After maybe half a minute he slowly eases his way out.

"Fuck,  man!"  he  breathes,  still struggling  for  air.  "That  was
awesome!"

I release Rob's dick and look up at him.

"You ready for mine, now?" he asks, grinning at me.

"Yeah; take it easy, man; I never took one that size."

Not  strictly true, of course, but it's been a while. Rob moves  into
position,  slowly pulling me onto his dick. He gets about halfway  in
and stops.

"You okay?" he asks.

I nod. It's a bit uncomfortable, but nothing I can't handle.

"You're so fuckin' tight!" he whispers. "Want some more?"

I  nod again. He pulls back on my thighs, gently easing his way  into
me  till  his  pubes  are squished up against my bum.  Wow!  That  is
something  special!  I've not taken one as big as  that  since  James
left.

"Fuck!" he gasps. "You really do like it! Oh yeah!"

"Shit!  You've got it right up him!" Brad comments. "Told you, didn't
I?"

"We're going to roll onto our sides so Brad can suck you," Rob  tells
me.

He  gently pulls me over so that I'm lying on my left side  with  his
dick  still  buried  in my arse. Brad gets into position,  his  mouth
engulfing my throbbing cock. Rob sets to work. There's no need for me
or  Brad  to do anything; Rob's a strong kid; James is the  only  one
who's  fucked  me  as  hard as he's doing it,  his  powerful  thrusts
sending  my  cock pistoning in and out of Brad's mouth. I was  pretty
close  before  he  started; there's no way I can last  long  now.  My
cock's tingling so much I think I'm going to explode. In less than  a
minute my body's shaking all over; my balls churn into action, my bum
tightening sharply around Rob's invading dick. Instinctively, I  grab
Brad's  head. Spunk surges through my cock, squirting into his  eager
mouth  in three strong jets, followed by a couple of weaker ones.  He
gulps it all down, licking his lips.

Rob's  nearly  there, holding me round the chest, his heart  thumping
against my back.

"Yes!!"  he  moans,  his hot breath filling my  nostrils.  "Take  it,
Chris! Take my spunk! Ohhhhh!!!!"

His  cock  rears up inside me, several huge volleys of spunk flooding
into  my  bum. Fuck! He's cum gallons! Slowly his cock subsides,  and
slides out of me.

"Fuck!" Rob gasps. "You're the best, man! I never cum that much, even
when I'm fucking lover-boy here! Shit! Feels like I used all my spunk
for the next week!"

"You'd better not have!" Brad says, tickling his chest. "You're going
to fuck me next, remember?"

I'm  a  bit  sore; I guess that's `cause it's a few weeks since  I've
taken a real big one. I'm very messy too, like you needed me to  tell
you  that.  I  push  up onto all fours. I let go a huge  fart,  spunk
squirting  out of my bum and running down my legs. Well, at  least  I
managed not to get it on the bed-covers. I pad across to the bathroom
to get cleaned up.

When  I  get  back,  Rob  and  Brad are lying  on  the  bed,  kissing
passionately. I feel like I'm interrupting something.  In  a  way,  I
wish  I  hadn't  come. Brad and Rob are nuts about each  other;  it's
obvious.  I was just the morning's entertainment, spicing  things  up
for  them. Oh, I enjoyed it, it was awesome sex, but I want more than
that; I want what they've got, someone they can share stuff with, the
way  I  used to with James. I've had plenty of sex, but without  that
feeling it's just not the same. I start to get dressed.

"I'll  walk with you to the bus-stop", Brad offers, sliding  off  the
bed  and slipping his clothes back on. "Won't be long!" he tells  Rob
as we head down the stairs.

"Are you okay?" Brad asks as we head towards the main road.

"Yeah, sure."

"Rob didn't hurt you, did he?" he says, looking a bit concerned.

"No, it was cool, man!"

"Only when you got back to the bedroom you looked, I don't know, sort
of upset."

"I'm  just jealous, I guess." I tell him, surprising myself  with  my
own frankness.

"Of me and Rob?" he asks.

"Yeah;  it's obvious he's crazy about you; seems you like him  a  lot
too."

"Yeah, I guess that's about right," he agrees, grinning at me.

"I've really missed that since James left. You've got a boyfriend;  a
couple  of  other kids I know have boyfriends. That's  what  I  want;
someone I can share stuff with, like you and Rob do."

"You were really in love with James, weren't you?"

"Yeah;  I thought he was the most special person in the whole  world.
Then he just fucked off and left me."

"Well,  I know one thing," he says quietly. "You're a great  kid  and
there's somebody out there for you; you'll find him!"

"Thanks, Brad," I say, smiling at him as we reach the bus stop.

A couple of minutes later the bus appears in the distance.

"Okay,  gotta  go!" he says giving me his cheekiest grin.  "Rob  will
give me a right good seeing-to when I get back there!"

I board the bus and head for home.

                            0 o 0 o 0 o 0
                                  
Tuesday morning, it's just after nine o'clock when the phone rings.

"Hi, man! It's Greg!" the voice at the other end says.

Fuck!  It's  so good to hear from him again. "Are you going  to  come
over?" I ask.

"When d'you go back to school?"

"We're off for another two weeks; go back to school on the Tuesday."

"Cool! How's Thursday of next week looking?"

I look at the calendar, not feeling too confident. Mum doesn't have a
regular day off, but she seems to have Thursdays off more than  other
days.  I  check through; this week she's off on Thursday,  next  week
it'll be Wednesday. Yes!!

"That's cool," I tell him.

"So how's things?" he asks.

That's awkward. I'll tell him about James leaving when he's here, but
I don't feel like saying too much on the phone.

"Okay," I say casually. "What about you?"

"Pretty  good,"  he says. "I'm spending most this  week  working  for
Uncle  Vince. We're putting a bid in for a new contract; I'm learning
all about how to work out the costs."

"Cool! You still going with Scott?"

"What d'you think? He's turned into a real good kid; stopped all that
showing off, you know? And he's so horny; well, enough said!"

"Usual  time next week, then?" I ask, feeling jealous again. Fuck!  I
wish Greg could be MY boyfriend!

"Yeah, that'll be cool!" he tells me. "I'll look forward to it!"

                            0 o 0 o 0 o 0
                                  
The  warm, sunny weather continues almost uninterrupted. We go to the
pool  A LOT; I'm not sure how many times exactly, about six, I think.
They've  got  the  kids'  splash  sessions  on  again  this  holiday,
sometimes  with  the  mats  and  rings,  other  times  with  the  big
inflatable. It doesn't matter too much; we have a blast every time. I
have  to ask mum for extra pocket money, otherwise I wouldn't be able
to afford it, but it's no problem; after what's happened, she doesn't
want me to miss out on stuff. I guess I appreciate that more now than
I would have done before.

The  three girls show up every time we're there. Michael soon settles
on  the  one he wants to go out with. I can't argue with his  choice;
Rachel's easily the prettiest. Yeah, I know I'm gay, but I still know
what  pretty  is. She's got blond hair, blue eyes, nice  little  body
with  tits just starting to develop, and a gorgeous smile; seems like
a  nice  kid too. It takes him a bit of work, but he gets  his  wish;
he's  going  to  take her to the pictures. He's over  the  moon.  I'm
pleased for him; he's still my best mate and it's what he wants. It's
not the way I hoped things would turn out, but that's how it is; I've
just got to learn to live with it.

The  other  two girls, Jane and Gemma, are still fixated  on  Andrew.
He's  only got to say the word; either one of them would go out  with
him. He has a good laugh with them while we're at the pool, and seems
flattered  by  all  the  attention, but beyond  that  he's  just  not
interested. He's not gay, though; I just know he isn't. It's like sex
just  isn't important to him the way it is for me; the way it is  for
Michael  too,  judging by the way he's been behaving these  last  few
months.  That's odd in a way; physically Andrew seems more  developed
than any of us, so you'd think it would be, but it's not. Sometimes I
think  I'd  be better off if I wasn't into sex as much as I  am,  but
that's just being stupid. Sex is important to me and nothing's  going
to change it.