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.