Date: Thu, 31 Jan 2008 19:28:54 +0000
From: pinkpanther2@hotmail.co.uk
Subject: 'A Warm April Saturday' Chapter 23
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CHAPTER TWENTY THREE
It's Monday and probably the warmest day yet. We're on our way to the
pool. Michael's come back from holiday in very high spirits; he can't
stop talking about it, especially about these two girls he met. Well,
whatever, he'd better not let Rachel hear him; I don't think she'd
like it. Tom and Gareth are already there when we arrive; so are the
girls. Michael makes a beeline for Rachel, saying how much he's
missed her while he's been away, not exactly what he was telling me
as we were walking down here! So, maybe I'm not the only one who
tells lies.
Josh and Andrew show up a couple of minutes later and we're all set;
we pay our money and make our way through to the changing room.
Michael's wearing a new pair of swimming shorts that he had for his
holiday; he's picked up a nice tan too, which is unusual for him,
he's very pale most of the time. A few minutes later we're in the
pool. The place is buzzing with several dozen kids enjoying their
final day of freedom before the new term starts. It's a total blast;
I haven't had so much fun in a long time. Now that I've got all my
mates round me, messing about with the girls just isn't a problem.
They're good company; they all swim well and they're good fun to be
with.
It starts off pretty much as `the battle of the sexes' till Michael
and Rachel decide to pair off for a while. They are so into each
other! To my surprise, Gemma turns her attention to me; I guess
that's `cause she hasn't got anywhere with Andrew, but I don't mind;
she's a nice kid, not as pretty as Rachel, but definitely nice-
looking, slim and dark haired like me, we could almost be brother and
sister. After a couple of minutes Jane calls to her. As Gemma swims
off in one direction, I head the opposite way, over towards Josh and
Andrew. Before I reach them, Michael comes across to me.
"Ask her out!" he whispers. "Ask her if she wants to go to the
pictures on Friday; we'll go as a foursome; it'll be wicked, man!"
"Yeah, maybe," I mumble. "I'll see how it goes."
Shit! I really don't need this. Hanging out with Gemma when we're all
together like this is totally cool; having her as a `girlfriend' is a
completely different matter. It's just not part of the plan, not my
plan at any rate. I could do it, of course. It'd make Michael happy,
maybe even get us back to the way we used to be. Surely that would be
worth the sacrifice? To be honest, I'm not sure it would. I mean,
it'd be a total lie, wouldn't it? Yeah, I know I've been telling lies
to Michael for months, covering up where I've been and what I've been
doing, but this is different. I wouldn't just be lying to Michael,
I'd be lying to Gemma too, letting her think I fancy her when I
don't. I like her as a friend and that's it. In a way, I'd be lying
to everyone else too, you know, putting on a show so I can say, "look
at me; I've got a girlfriend, I'm not gay!" But the worst part of all
is that it'd be like I was lying to myself, pretending to be
something I'm not. That's what Nathan does, and he's an arsehole; I
never, ever want to be like him! So that means I'm going to go
shouting to the rooftops that I'm gay, yeah? No, of course not;
that's just stupid.
Fuck! Why do things have to be so difficult? I was having such a
great time then suddenly it's just not fun any more. I'm still trying
to get my head round what happened on Saturday; that was well weird.
I mean, when I came to the pool I was so horny I hardly knew where to
put myself; I was more or less hoping the guy would pick me up. But
when it came to the point, I couldn't go through with it. Why? What
was the problem? It's hard to explain. It wasn't that he wasn't fit,
and it wasn't because he'd got a real big one and I was scared it'd
hurt when he stuffed it in me. There was something in his eyes; I
could see it. He wasn't looking at me as a person, someone who
matters; all he was seeing was a nice looking kid with a cute little
arse to fuck.
So I'm not going to have casual sex any more? No, that's not right
either. I still want to have sex with Brad, maybe Anthony as well, at
least until I find a boyfriend, and fuck knows when that'll be.
Brad's a great kid; Anthony's okay too, once you get to know him. Why
should I stop having sex with them if they're up for it? But as for
getting picked up by total stranger, that's right off the agenda. I
know that's what Anthony does, so I guess it sounds like I'm dissing
him. Well I'm not. He does it `cause he's had all sorts of shit to
deal with; it's like he doesn't know any different. Well I do, and
that's why I'm not doing it.
0 o 0 o 0 o 0
It's ten past one and we're walking back from Tom's house.
"Why didn't you ask her, man?" Michael asks, his frustration all too
obvious.
"Never really got the chance; Jane was with her the whole time.
Anyway, I don't like being second prize; If Andrew had wanted to go
out with her I wouldn't have got a look-in."
He eyes me suspiciously. "That's shit, man!" he mutters, kicking at
the ground.
"Well, suppose I had asked her," I counter. "I'd have had to ask mum
for the money. If she'd found out what I wanted it for she'd have
said I'm too young to be going out with girls and wouldn't have let
me go; I'd have looked a right plonker."
I can almost see the wheels turning in his head. He knows mum's
pretty strict with me; he also knows that if I'd really wanted to do
it, I'd have found a way, I always do. He's thinking "Yeah, but the
real reason you never asked her is you're a fuckin' poof!" He doesn't
say it, of course, but he doesn't have to, his eyes say it for him.
So that's it; he knows I'm gay and he hates it. This hurts. Michael's
been my best mate ever since we moved here; now it's almost like he
doesn't want to know me.
0 o 0 o 0 o 0
Back at school, games classes have switched from soccer to cricket.
We played a few times at junior school; I wasn't much good and
neither was Michael. All I know about the game is that the ball's
made of leather; it's quite heavy and very hard, you wouldn't want to
get hit by one. We don't have to wear full games kit, just a white
polo shirt and trainers with our ordinary school trousers, except for
Josh, Andrew and the three Asian kids who've got proper white cricket
trousers; Zaheer and Dinesh even have white cricket boots. Mr Maynard
chooses Andrew to captain one team and Sanjeev the other. Anyway,
Andrew picks me and Michael for his team, along with Josh, Zaheer and
a few others. I'm guessing he's picked me and Michael `cause we're
mates of his; there can't be any other reason.
Josh and Zaheer open the batting; I'll be going in when one of them
is out. I strap on a pair of pads and slip this plastic cup thingy
into my briefs; Andrew calls it a box, it's pretty obvious what it's
for. I sit back and watch. Josh is okay but Zaheer's good; he hits
the ball easily and even makes it look sort of stylish. Seems like
Dinesh is the other team's main bowler; he's pretty quick, I'm not
sure I'm looking forward to facing him too much. Josh lasts about ten
minutes then spoons the ball up in the air; Sanjeev trots in and
catches it. Now it's my turn. I don't last too long, five balls to be
exact. I do manage to get my bat on two of them; I even score a
couple of runs, although that's more luck than anything else.
"Move your feet," Mr. Maynard calls to me.
Move my feet, like where? I just don't know what I'm supposed to do.
Then Dinesh fires one in right at my toes. I'm nowhere; I miss the
ball completely, a moment later it flattens my stumps. I walk off
wondering why I bothered; I won't get to do anything else for the
rest of the class. I remove my pads and box then sit down to watch
again. Andrew's batting now. He can hit the ball miles! He's a bit
careful when Dinesh is bowling, but if it's anyone else he just
smashes it all over the place. Wow! That is amazing!
Back in the changing room, Mr. Maynard tells us about the trials for
the track & field athletics team.
"We'll be doing a few events each evening, tomorrow, Thursday and
Friday," he tells us. "Tomorrow we'll be doing the fifteen hundred
metres the two hundred metres, the long jump and the shot. Fifteen
hundred metres: Chris, are you all right to stay behind for that?"
"Yes sir."
"Alwyn?"
"Sir!"
He carries on through the other events, making sure that the boys he
wants to see are able to be there. It looks like Andrew will run the
four hundred metres on Thursday and the eight hundred on Friday.
"Right, boys," he says. "If I didn't call your name out, it doesn't
mean you can't attend; if there's an event you want to try for,
you're more than welcome to come along. Our first match is a week on
Friday and we want to put out the strongest team we can."
So that's it; the trial race is tomorrow; I'm looking forward to it
already.
0 o 0 o 0 o 0
I'm heading for the lunch queue when Brad spots me.
"Hi, man!" he says, smiling broadly. "You okay?"
"Yeah, cool!"
"After school, yeah?" he asks quietly.
"Yeah, no problem."
"See you there!" he says, giving me another blast of his cheeky grin.
0 o 0 o 0 o 0
Tutor Group at the end of the day and I'm going to have to give
Michael another load of bullshit. Fuck! I wish I didn't need to do
this!
"Coming round for a kick about later?" he asks casually as Mr.
Sheridan dismisses us.
"Yeah, no problem," I tell him, rather taken aback. It's like he knew
what I was going to do so he saved me the trouble. "Just for half an
hour, yeah? I need to get my homework done."
"Yeah, cool; see you then!" he says as we make our way out onto the
playground.
He trots off towards the gate. That is well cool, especially after he
made such a thing out of me not asking Gemma to go to the pictures.
Maybe he's finally getting his head sorted out. Hmmm! I'd better not
get ahead of myself; I've been here before. I head for the technology
block, taking my time so that everything will be nice and quiet by
the time I get there. I turn the corner at the far end of the
building; Brad's waiting by the door, smoking. He grins at me, tosses
his cigarette onto the ground and makes his way inside. I follow him
into the boys' room. One stall is already in use; we stroll into the
other one and bolt the door.
"Who's in there?" I whisper, pointing towards the other stall.
"Nathan and Anthony."
Yeah, well I guess that figures. We hang our blazers behind the door.
I pull Brad into a delicious, sensuous kiss. Our cocks are grinding
together, both as hard as iron. As we kiss I take his tie off; he
does the same for me. With ties stuffed into blazer pockets we set
about undoing each other's shirts. We take them off and hang them
over our blazers. The kiss resumes, the feel of Brad's skin pressed
against mine making me almost delirious; I undo his belt and the clip
on his trousers. I pull down the zip then push them down over his
bum; they fall around his ankles, leaving him just in his grey
knitted boxer shorts. I kneel in front of him and skin them down his
legs. Wow! Fully dressed he looks okay-fit, but nothing out of the
ordinary; naked he is stunning! I moisten my lips and plunge down on
his rampant cock, sucking it right down to the base, my tongue
working all over the shiny purple head. Brad strokes my hair, urging
me on. Next door, Anthony's whimpering quietly as Nathan pounds his
arse. Fuck! That is so sexy!
I feel Brad getting close. I let him go and look up. He grins and
sits on the toilet. I get to my feet, allowing him to remove my pale
blue briefs. He leans forwards, taking my cock fully into his mouth.
Wow! That feels so good! His hand slips between my legs, a slimy
finger working its way along my crack and onto my bum-hole. He pushes
it inside; a second finger soon joins it. Fuck! I love this! Next
door, Anthony's moans get louder; Nathan must be really giving him
one. There's a throaty growl followed by several gasps. Shit!
Nathan's just shot his load into Anthony's bum! Fuck! How sexy is
that?? Brad lets me go and grins up at me.
"Ready?" he mouths.
I nod. As he gets to his feet I hear the sound of a bolt being drawn
back, followed by footsteps. The bolt clicks into place again,
meaning Anthony's still in there. The door to the corridor swings
open then closes; the footsteps disappear. Well, I know what that's
about; arsehole Nathan has just done what he always does.
We move into position. There's a slight scrambling sound from next
door. I don't bother to look up; I know it's Anthony climbing onto
the toilet so he can watch us. Brad's cock probes my bum-hole; one
hard thrust and it's right inside, hitting my prostate on the way
through. Fuck! My cock twitches like I just stuffed it in the power
socket. Brad holds me round the top of my legs, pulling me onto him
till his firm, flat tummy is pressed tight against my bum. Wow! I
really need this! After a moment to settle himself, Brad gets right
to it, fucking me hard, giving me everything his fit young body can
muster. I love sucking, and getting sucked is even better. I like to
fuck too, but none of them comes close to this; getting fucked by a
hot, horny young guy is just the best feeling possible.
Brad's really going for it, fucking me harder than ever. He reaches
down and takes hold of my cock, fondling it gently; it's tingling
like you wouldn't believe. In just a few seconds the muscle spasms
hit me, my legs turning to jelly; a moment later, I cum all over the
toilet. Brad's nearly there too, his breathing getting harsh and
raspy.
"Fuck!" he gasps. "Here it cums!! Ooooh! Aaarrrggghhh"
His cock jerks wildly, several jets of his thick, creamy spunk
squirting into my bum. Oh yeah!! That was awesome! After a few
seconds he gently pulls out.
"I think you liked that!" he whispers. "I know I fuckin' did!"
There are noises from the next stall as Anthony climbs down from the
toilet and opens the door. There's no sound from the door out onto
the corridor though, so I guess he must be waiting for us. Brad waits
for me to get cleaned up and get rid of the evidence, well, as best I
can anyway; my spunk's splattered all over the place. We dress
quickly and make our way out. Anthony's waiting for us okay, but not
as I expected; he's standing at one of the urinals playing with his
dick. Shit! Can't the kid ever get enough? Mind you, I guess I can
understand it in a way, with arsehole Nathan just walking out without
finishing him off. Well, I don't know about Brad, but my cock's still
way too sensitive; there's no way I could fuck him at the moment. I
hadn't even thought about it, to be honest. Brad grins at me; we keep
walking, onto the corridor and out of the building. As we round the
corner, Anthony trots up behind us.
"Thought one of you two might be up for a bit more," he says,
sounding disappointed.
"Dunno about Chris," Brad tells him, "but I'm well happy for the
moment; I'll be going round to Rob's house when I get home, anyway.
"So aren't you busy tonight?"
"Oh yeah," Anthony responds casually. "He loves it when I'm a bit
messy when I get there. He'd go fuckin' wild if I told him all three
of you had done me."
"So tell him, then," Brad says.
"Nah! I'll just tell him I watched you two doing it; that'll get him
going."
"That the guy who likes to spank you before he does it?" Brad asks.
"Yeah."
"So how much d'you get off him?" Brad continues.
"Sixty."
"Cool!" Brad says.
This conversation has made me feel very uncomfortable, talking about
it so casually; it just doesn't seem right, somehow. I guess Anthony
must be able to sense it.
"How much money you got in the bank?" he asks me, like right out of
the blue.
"Dunno, about fifty quid, I think."
"Me, I got nearly four grand the last time I looked," he says
defiantly. "People think I'm stupid `cause I can't read and write too
good; well I ain't that fuckin' stupid!"
There's nothing I can say; I feel all knotted up inside. After all
the shit he's been through, sex is just sex; there's nothing more to
it. He does it with us `cause he likes it and he goes with these
older guys `cause he gets lots of money for it. Well, at least he's
not going spending it all on drugs and stuff. I don't think he's got
any idea what sex is like when you're doing it with someone `cause
you're totally fuckin' nuts about them. I wonder if he ever will.
0 o 0 o 0 o 0
We stroll out of the changing room and onto the field. It seems weird
in a way; this time yesterday I was in the technology block boys'
room about to have my arse fucked. Now here I am about to run in a
trial race for the school track team. I guess it's not weird really,
it's just that people would think it was. The trials today are for
the two hundred, the fifteen hundred, the long jump and the shot.
Jerome, Andrew and Josh are all doing the long jump; Jerome's running
the two hundred as well. They're going to do that first. I start to
warm up with Tom and Alwyn while the two hundred metre runners get
ready. Seven kids have turned up for it; I watch as they go to their
starting positions. I recognise a couple of kids from the soccer
team, but apart from Jerome I don't know any of them. The gun goes
and they're away; Jerome wins it easily. I don't know about me
looking good when I run, he looks amazing; I can't believe how long
his stride is.
It's time to get our spikes on. I look around; it seems like there
are going to be six of us. I recognise the kid who got fourth in the
cross-country race last term; he beat Andrew so he's obviously not
bad. The other two kids I don't know at all. This is a new
experience; we did a bit of track running at junior school, but it
was only short stuff. I've never done anything like this. Three and
three quarter laps of the track; it's less than a mile but it sounds
a long way when you say it like that. We start at the beginning of
the back straight; Alwyn shows us where it is `cause he's done it
before. Mr. Maynard and another teacher stroll across to us. A few
senior boys with stopwatches and clipboards are by the finish line,
including Nathan, doing his model student routine. Arsehole!
Mr. Maynard explains what we have to do and about the bell to signal
the start of the last lap. We line up across the track; the gun
sounds and we're away. Tom hits the front immediately, not that
that's a surprise. I've got pretty used to running with him over the
past few weeks; I slot in right behind. We reach the finish line,
three laps to go; the two kids I didn't recognise are off the back
already. Another lap and the leading group's down to three, Tom, me
and Alwyn. Six hundred to go and Alwyn's gone too, leaving me and Tom
to fight it out. He's doing all he can to get away from me; I'm
having none of it. The bell sounds and we're onto the last lap; Tom's
giving it everything. I'm not thinking any more, just running, trying
to stay relaxed. Onto the back straight for the final time, this
seems way faster than when we ran the cross-country; my chest feels
like it's going to explode. This fuckin' hurts! I'm not giving it up
though; just stay with him; if he can do it, so can I, I know I can
outsprint him at the finish.
We round the final bend and enter the home straight. I move out wide
so I can get past; I push up onto my toes and drive for the line. I'm
aware of edging past Tom and crossing the finish line. I've won it!
Fuck!! That was just as hard as the cross-country race! I collapse in
a heap; my chest's totally gone and my throat feels like sandpaper.
One of the senior boys grabs me by the arm and steers me back towards
the finish line.
"Here's the winner," he says, parking me in front of a kid with a
clipboard. Shit! That was Nathan's voice.
"Name?" the other kid asks.
"Chris Markham."
"Five minutes two point seven." Nathan says.
I look over my shoulder as the scribe writes it down. Nathan's
looking at me rather oddly, like he didn't expect me to be here, let
alone win it. Well, fuck him! I look back at him like I've never seen
him before; I wish I fuckin' hadn't. We get our stuff together and
wander back to get changed. Tom ran five minutes three point nine;
Alwyn ran five minutes eleven. We towel off and start to get changed.
Mr. Maynard bustles in.
"Well done lads" he says, giving us all a big smile. "That was
excellent. Are you two available for the match next Friday?" he asks
me and Tom. "It's here, and we'll be finished by about quarter to
six." We indicate our agreement. "You'll need school vests," he
continues. "I can lend them to you, but you're obviously going to be
regulars on the team so it'd be better if you had your own; they're
nine pounds fifty." He turns to Alwyn. "I'd like you to run as a
guest if you're available," he says. "You can run in your own kit so
nobody gets mixed up."
"Yes, sir," Alwyn says quietly. He's a great kid; I'm pleased that
he's not getting left out.
"Who are we running against, sir?" Tom asks.
"Christchurch and Wyndham Park."
Wyndham Park's okay; it was my second choice if I hadn't got in here.
It's about the same size, but it's mixed so they've only got about
half as many boys as us. Christchurch is a different matter; it's
over towards Croydon. The kids there have to pass an exam AND pay
fees; it is well posh. There's no way I could have gone there; I
wouldn't have wanted to anyway. I'm guessing they'll have some decent
runners though. I finish getting dressed and head for home. Making it
onto the school track team's important; well, it is to me, and I know
mum will be pleased. It's not that I've forgotten about James, that's
going to take a long time, but I'm getting through it, like Mr.
Sheridan said. This is just another step on the way.