Date: Sun, 3 Feb 2008 23:14:39 +0000
From: pinkpanther2@hotmail.co.uk
Subject: 'A Warm April Saturday' chapter 24
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CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR
Things are starting to click back into place; well most of them are.
I'm no nearer finding a boyfriend but everything else is pretty much
back to how it was. School's going great and Mum was chuffed to bits
when I told her I've been selected for the school track team; she
gave me the money to buy a school vest without even questioning if I
really needed one. It's white with a black and green diagonal sash; I
can't wait to wear it. I've even worked out why Michael's suddenly
cool with me not walking home with him; as soon as we get out he hot
foots it over to our old junior school so he can walk home with
Rachel. I don't go with Brad THAT often so most afternoons it's me
that walks home on my own, which is no problem as far as I'm
concerned. We're learning to give each other a bit of space; I guess
that's what mates do as they grow up.
Just now Mr. Sheridan wanted to chat to me, more or less to tell me
how pleased he was with the way I was getting it all back together
and that he's still there if I need him. It meant I had to stay
behind five minutes or so at the start of the lunch break, so I
missed eating with the other lads, but I don't mind; it shows that he
cares. I'm on my way out of the dining hall to go and find them. Only
I don't; I spot Anthony instead. He grins; I nod. I went with Brad
Monday afternoon, that's two days ago so I'm well up for it, and even
better, I've got a ready made excuse; Tom was there when Mr. Sheridan
asked me to stay behind so I doubt if the lads will even question it
if I don't show up.
I give Anthony a thirty second start then head over towards the
technology block. I pass the Yardie Boys, but they don't seem to be
taking any notice of me, and I'm certainly not bothered about them; I
can't remember the last time they tried winding me up, it's been that
long. Anthony's waiting at the urinals; there's nobody else about. I
head straight into one of the stalls; he follows me. We've got nearly
twenty minutes till the bell goes; I'm going to do this in style. I
start to undress him, indicating for him to do the same to me.
Blazers ties and shirts are soon on the hook behind the door. We undo
each others trousers; they fall down round our ankles. I take a good
look at him. Fuck! He is so cute! I pull him into a passionate kiss,
our hard cocks grinding together. He does it okay, in fact he does it
beautifully, but there's something missing, like he's doing it `cause
it's what I want, not what he wants. Well, I guess that's not much of
a surprise. I run my hands all over his silky-smooth back and down
under his sexy white briefs, caressing his soft bum-cheeks. Wow! He
is perfect!
"Pull my boxers down and suck me!" I whisper.
He gets to his knees and pulls down my shorts. He moistens his lips
and takes me fully into his mouth. He's so good at this; the
sensations are unbelievable. I'm guessing he's had lots of practice,
mainly on ones a lot bigger than mine. I run my fingers though his
thick blond hair. He could never be my boyfriend; we're too
different, it just wouldn't work, but as a fuck buddy he's a good as
I could hope for, at least on days when I want to be the top. I'm
getting far too close; I ease away from him and help him to his feet.
I plant another quick kiss on his lips and sit on the toilet,
skinning his underpants down his legs. His uncut cock seems to have
grown a little, but there's still not a trace of hair on him
anywhere; James would have fucked him senseless if he'd got the
chance, I'm glad he never did.
I take him right into my mouth, savouring the taste and the musky boy-
smell. I check my watch; we've been here well over five minutes, I
guess I need to speed things up a bit. I retrieve the KY from my
trouser pocket, lube up two fingers and slip my hand between his
legs. I quickly locate his pucker and push inside. He seems a bit
tighter than usual so maybe he wasn't `busy' last night. He strokes
my hair, letting me know how much he's enjoying it.
I push a second finger in, working it round to open him up. There's
definitely more resistance than I usually meet; yeah, that's good,
I'm really looking forward to this! I let him go and grin up at him.
We quickly move into position. I line myself up, holding him round
the hips, my cock nuzzling his twitching boy-hole. We both push at
the same time; it spears right into him.
"Oooohh!" he gasps. "Go for it, man!"
I look down to admire his beautiful body. My dick's right inside him.
I watch as it slides most of the way out, all slick and shiny. I
pause for a second then ram it back in. I'm off and running; there's
no turning back now, fucking him harder, fucking him faster, spurred
on by the tightness of his hot little bum and his quiet whimpering as
he begs for more. I reach down and fondle his cock; it's throbbing
like crazy.
"Wank me!" he begs.
I do as he says, fucking and wanking perfectly synched like it was
what I was born for. His body starts to shake, his bum gripping my
cock even tighter. I hold him fast, still fucking him relentlessly as
his dick comes to life in my hand, three little jets of watery boy-
cum squirting through me fingers. Fuck! I've made him cum! I'm off on
another planet somewhere, fucking him harder than ever. My balls
churn into action. I hang on tight as my spunk spurts over and over
into his hot little bum. I'm dizzy, gasping for air as badly as when
I'd just finished the trial race last week, and my balls feel like
they've been put through a lemon squeezer. Fuck! That was awesome! I
take my time, then gently pull out.
We dress quickly and make our way out into the sunshine. Anthony
smiles at me, the most beautiful smile I've ever seen.
"That was hot, man" he tells me, "I've never cum before; I love doing
stuff with you."
"It was hot for me too, "I say, grinning back.
"Chris," he says. "There's this guy I know, yeah? He says he was at
the swimming pool a few weeks back and there was this group of kids
in the showers, one black, all the others were white. Well, when they
went to get changed, most of them went in the cubicles, but two of
them stayed out by the benches, a tall, slim kid with short dark
hair, and a small kid. Anyway the tall kid stripped right off, let
the guy see everything, yeah? Only he couldn't do much `cause the kid
had all his mates with him. So a couple of weeks later and he was at
the pool and he saw the tall kid there on his own, yeah? So he
followed him to the changing room. The kid stripped right off again,
only this time he got a stiffy, turned round to put his underpants
on, showed the guy his bum. He says he'd swear the kid had been
fucked. Well the kid gets dressed in a Crystal Palace top and these
black shorts that are sort of short and really tight, yeah? Well he
was sure the kid wanted him to pick him up, but then the kid just
fucked off on his bike. He says he thinks his name was Chris, you
know from hearing them all talking the first time? He wanted to know
if I knew who it was."
"You didn't say anything, did you?" I ask nervously.
"No way, man! Don't tell `em nuffing! Best way, init?"
"Yeah. I was really horny; I knew what he wanted. Then I just bottled
it, I guess."
"He's okay; always treats me nice, got beautiful cock on him. You
don't want to meet him, then?"
"No, not really."
"Suits me; get to keep him to myself, init?" he says, giving me a wry
grin. Suddenly he looks at me very seriously. "I shouldn't be saying
this, but Brad told me about your mum's boyfriend; must have been
really bad for you when he fucked off."
"Yeah; I'm sort of over it, but it's like I don't think I could trust
a guy like that again, yeah? I guess that's why I didn't let him pick
me up." I pause for a second. "Brad told me about you too."
"Thought he probably had; that's okay, you're safe, init? I don't
listen to all the shit these guys give you; I like having sex and I
make good money. That's it, yeah?"
Well I guess it is for him, but that's not what I want. He grins at
me again. "Told me he was in Falconswood during the holiday, you
know, sitting on the benches near Spring Drive? Thought he saw you
and one of the other kids out running.
"Yeah, I saw him too."
"Well don't go hanging round there dressed in those tight shorts," he
tells me, trying to stop himself laughing. "You'll have guys like him
round you like flies round shit!"
"So d'you go there, then?" I ask.
"Used to; got my regulars now, init? Better that way; no chance of
the coppers finding out who I'm meeting."
Without me even realising we were doing it, all the time we've been
chatting we've been walking very slowly round the building; right now
we're back on the playground. The Yardie Boys are still where they
were; only now they're staring right at us. I'm not sure what's going
on, but I don't like the look of it.
0 o 0 o 0 o 0
It's the end of the day; Michael's gone off to see Rachel and I'm
heading out of school on my own, not thinking about anything much.
Suddenly they're there in front of me, the Yardie Boys, blocking my
path. Courtney saunters towards me, the other two on either side of
him.
"So what would a kid like you be doin', hanging out with that
Anthony?" he asks. "Well, we think we know, don't we, boys? You see
Anthony's a batty boy. In fact he ain't jus' a batty boy; he's a
whore, sells his ass to anyone who'll pay him. An' the only reason
you'd be hangin' out with him is `cause you're a batty boy too. Now
ain't that right? So d'you sell your ass too batty boy?"
I stand there in silence, just staring back at him.
"You lost you're tongue, batty boy?" he sneers. "Hey boys, batty boy
here has lost his tongue." He pokes me in the ribs. "Well, now you
won't be dissin' ma man no more!" he says, jerking his head in
Dalton's direction.
They turn and walk away. Dalton turns back towards me.
"Wanna suck my dick, batty boy?" he shouts.
I don't answer.
"Yardie Boys kill batty boys!" Courtney snarls, clenching a fist.
They turn away again; this time they keep walking. I just stand
there, bewildered and angry. Shit! How could I have been so stupid,
letting them see me with Anthony like that? I knew hanging out with
him was a mistake, but it's done now. Everything seemed to be going
so well then this happens; these three idiots are going to do their
best to make my life a misery. Shit!! Well, if they think they're
going to ruin everything I've worked for, they're wrong. So what's
going to happen tomorrow? Maybe some of the other kids won't want to
hang out with me any more; some of them might even join in the
taunting and name calling, or worse. I'm not sure how it's going to
go, but I do know one thing; I'm in for a battle.
0 o 0 o 0 o 0
At first, it's not obvious that anything's happened, but slowly it
becomes clear that the rumours of what went on have been flying
round. It seems Anthony has got even more of a reputation as the
school slut than I realised. Most of the boys I know aren't saying
anything, but I can feel them watching me, like they're waiting to
see how things work out. The one thing in my favour is that Courtney
and his gang aren't popular with most of the other kids; as long as I
don't let them get to me I might be okay. It won't be easy though.
The first two classes pass off normally, I sit with Tom the same as I
always do, and he seems like he hasn't heard. Well, maybe he hasn't.
Now comes the crunch; we've got to go out to morning break. As we
head out onto the playground Michael comes straight across to us; he
looks angry and upset.
"Well you've really done it now, haven't you?" he shouts at me,
ignoring Tom completely. "I knew what you were up to, all this
bullshit about staying behind to see this teacher and that teacher,
and all the time you were meeting ." He doesn't complete the
sentence. "Well, if that's who you want to hang out with," he
continues, "you'd better do it `cause I'm not hanging out with you
any more!"
He stomps off to where we usually spend our breaks together. Tom
looks completely bewildered, like he doesn't know what to do.
"You'd better go," I say quietly. "It seems like I'm bad news at the
moment."
He pauses for a moment like he wants to tell me something then turns
away, trotting over to where Michael and Gareth are. I feel alone and
very vulnerable. I'm hurt too; Michael and I have been mates for so
long I'd thought he'd be the one person I could count on. Well, I was
wrong. I guess in a way I've only got myself to blame, all the lies
I've told him. Even so, it still hurts.
It takes me a couple of minutes to find Brad. I'm not surprised to
find out he already knows the whole story, like he's always a couple
of steps ahead of the game.
"Well, you can hang out with me if you want," he says casually. "It's
not a problem; better than you being on your own."
"Thanks," I say quietly.
The Yardie Boys come into view. They stroll across until they're
right in front of us, just a few feet away. They stop, Dalton and
Courtney giving us the hard stare.
"What are you looking at, arsehole?" Brad snarls, clenching his
fists.
The Yardie Boys say nothing and move on. I'm a bit taken aback;
Brad's in year nine, but he's not that much bigger than me;
Courtney's a fraction taller than him and must be at least thirty
pounds heavier.
"He's not going to start anything with me," Brad says, smirking.
"cause my brothers will kick his head in."
"So how old are they?" I ask.
"Lee's seventeen, Kyle's twenty," he tells me. "They're big guys,
nothing like me; they work on the building sites with Barry. He's
only got one brother, Marlon, the same age as Lee. His other
brother's in jail."
"What for?"
"Dealing, weed and crack mainly."
"Oh."
"Their dad was a Yardie, you know, a proper one, got done for
smuggling coke. Went to jail, then got sent back to Jamaica. That's
what I heard, anyway."
It's not really my business, but it seems to fit. I guess it's not
too surprising that Courtney's like he is. It doesn't make things any
easier for me though. Alwyn appears from the direction of the boys'
room and strolls across to us.
"Hi Brad!" he says brightly, high-fiving him. "Didn't know you two
knew each other."
"Yeah, we met a while back," Brad tells him.
"Don't worry about Courtney and them," he says looking at me very
seriously. "Tossers! I fuckin' hate `em! You're all right, man!"
He trots off to join his mates. Well, that's one kid who's all right
with me being gay, one I hadn't expected too.
0 o 0 o 0 o 0
Classes are finished for the day and I'm off to afternoon tutor
group. I've always sat with Michael, but there's no way I'm going to
do that now. Still it's not a problem; there are twenty seven of us
and thirty places. As I walk through the door, Alwyn's sitting where
he always does, on his own right at the front. I nod and sit down
next to him. He grins, as if to let me know he's happy with the
arrangement.
Ten minutes later the bell goes for the end of school.
"Okay lads," Mr. Sheridan says calmly. "Stand up, put the chairs onto
the tables and quietly make your way out."
We do as he says; we know better than to do otherwise. (Nick Webb,
who thinks he's the class clown, ran out one afternoon without
putting his chair up. The next day he spent his whole morning break
putting up chairs and taking them down again.) Michael hurries off to
meet Rachel without saying a word.
"Why's he being such an arsehole?" Alwyn asks.
I'm stunned; I really hadn't expected that.
"I mean," he continues, "he's supposed to be your best mate, yeah?
And now, when you need your mates it's like he doesn't want to know
you. He's in most of my classes, yeah, and all he does is waste his
time and make excuses about why he hasn't done his homework and
stuff. He wants to get his head sorted out!"
That's even more of a surprise; Michael's never worked very hard, but
I hadn't realised things had got that bad. I can't say I'm surprised
to hear Alwyn talk like that though. He's the sort of tough, down to
earth kid that doesn't take any shit. I like that.
"Yeah, well that's how it is," I say quietly. "I guess I'll just have
to get on with it."
0 o 0 o 0 o 0
Today has been almost surreal. In class it's business as usual; I'm
still sitting with Tom, who carries on like nothing's happened.
Outside class is where I feel vulnerable. Kids I've been quite
friendly with seem to be avoiding me. Walking between classes, there
are snide remarks behind my back from some kids I don't know that
well, like it's some sort of a joke. I do my best not to let it get
to me, but the truth is it hurts. I spend the morning break with
Brad. It suits me; he's a great kid, he can even make me laugh.
It's the start of the lunch break. I'm looking round for Brad, but I
can't see him. The Yardie Boys appear, looking very smug. They've
caught me on my own, which is obviously what they want.
"Hey, batty boy!" Courtney sneers. "We've been looking for you!"
He pokes me in the chest, pushing me back towards the corner.
"You three!" a familiar voice barks. "Come here!"
Courtney looks behind him. Nathan's standing on the far side of the
corridor with a really big lad who plays in goal for the senior
soccer team.
"I told you to come here!" Nathan snaps. "Now which bit of that don't
you understand?"
Courtney has a snarl on his lips but thinks better of saying
anything. The three of them go and stand in front of the two senior
boys. Nathan takes Courtney's book-bag, opens it and pulls out an
exercise book.
"Courtney Fredericks!" he sneers, "I should have guessed! You must be
Marlon's brother!"
"Yeah, just uglier," the big lad says, performing the same routine
with the other two. "And these two muppets are Dalton Smith and
Luther Campbell."
Nathan writes the names down. "We don't tolerate bullies here," he
tells them. "We'll be watching you. If we see you doing that again,
we'll take you straight to Mr. Birkett, who'll put you on close
supervision for a week; you'll be with him or one of the other
teachers every minute of the day. You won't even be able to go for a
shit without one of them going with you. Got it?"
"Could take them there now," the big lad suggests.
"Let's just see how much sense they've got," Nathan responds. He
turns to the Yardie Boys. "Now piss off before I change my mind!"
They slink away; Courtney looks like thunder. Nathan comes across to
me.
"You okay?" he asks. "If they're giving you problems, just let me
know, okay?"
"Yeah," I say quietly.
I watch as they stride off towards the sixth form common room. Nathan
might be an arsehole, but I'm not concerned about that right now. I
guess he's worried about what I'll say if things get out of hand. As
it goes, I wouldn't grass him up no matter what happened. Whatever;
if he helps to keep the Yardie Boys away from me, I couldn't care
less.
0 o 0 o 0 o 0
It's the end of the day; Alwyn and I head straight for the changing
rooms. After everything that's happened I'm not really looking
forward to this. Maybe the other kids just won't want to know me. But
I've got to go; I've worked for this and I'm not giving it up. Tom's
already there. To my relief the atmosphere is really friendly; Andrew
and Josh chat with us like nothing's happened. That's pretty weird
`cause they haven't spoken to me for two days. Courtney's there;
he'll be running the one hundred metres with Richard Olabadu, another
kid off the soccer team.
We put on sweat-tops and training pants over our kit and make our way
outside. There will be three age groups: minors, that's us, juniors,
that's year eight and year nine kids, and intermediates, which is
years ten and eleven. I'm surprised to find Brad's here.
"What event are you doing" I ask.
"Long jump," he tells me. "I'm not bad; broke the year eight record
last year. Phil Maynard's cool; he's the one teacher I really get on
with. I'll always turn out if he asks me."
I think about the muscle on his beautiful legs; so he's a long
jumper, it seems to make sense.
The other teams arrive and the match gets started. The first track
event is the minor boys' hurdles. Jerome wins it and Liam comes
second. It's a perfect start. The fifteen hundred metres comes up
towards the end, so I've got plenty of time to watch the other
events. Liam's moved on to throwing the javelin. That is amazing! He
throws it over thirty eight metres; the next best is only twenty six.
Wow! I knew he was supposed to be good, but that was unbelievable.
Pretty soon it's time for the one hundred metres. As soon as the gun
goes a black kid from Wyndham Park streaks away from everyone else,
winning by almost twenty metres. Jerome looks good when he ran, but
this kid's in a totally different league; I've never seen anyone run
as fast as that. Courtney struggles in last, clutching the back of
his thigh.
"The only thing wrong with him is he's fuckin' useless!" Alwyn
remarks scornfully.
"D'you know the kid who won?" I ask.
"Yeah, that's Kaiden; he runs for the club; wins fuckin' everything,"
he tells me. "He's a real good kid though, you know, not big headed
about it."
I stroll over to the junior boys' long jump. Brad wins it easily,
jumping over five metres seventy. He's never mentioned competing for
the club so I guess he doesn't. That seems a shame; he could be
really good if he wanted to. It's time for us to get ready. As we
line up across the track I try to size up the opposition. The two
boys from Wyndham Park are wearing soccer shorts and trainers; they
haven't warmed up either. I'm guessing they won't be too much of a
problem. The two Christchurch boys both have spikes and running
shorts, but I'd expected that. One of them does catch my eye though;
he's not that big, a little bit taller than Alwyn, but he really
looks the part, and confident too. Their other runner I'm not so sure
about.
The gun goes and we're off. Tom goes straight to the front, setting a
really strong pace, just like he always does. After the first lap
we've dropped the two boys from Wyndham Park and one of the ones from
Christchurch, but the other Christchurch runner's still with us and
looking very comfortable. We complete a second lap; the pace not
slackening for a moment. The four of us are still together but I can
sense that Alwyn's hanging on; as we run along the home straight to
take the bell he slips off the back. Into the final lap, Tom's doing
everything to get away from us, but we stick behind him like we were
glued there. We run along the back straight, the Christchurch boy
moving right onto Tom's shoulder. As we go into the final bend he
sprints past, quickly opening up a lead! Shit! I set off in pursuit,
but he's got five yards on me. We hit the home straight; he still got
five yards. The noise of people shouting us on is unbelievable. I'm
giving it everything; very slowly I start to reel him in. Twenty
metres from the line I draw level, my lungs almost bursting; I make
one final effort and win by half a yard.
I sink down onto the ground; my head's swimming. That was even harder
than the trial race. I know I nearly screwed it up though; I should
never have let the kid get away from me. I'm helped to my feet by one
of the senior boys who's taking the times.
"Fantastic run! he says. "You almost broke five minutes!"
It was five minutes nought point six; the Christchurch kid ran five
minutes nought point eight. We wander across to the start to collect
our stuff. I sit on the ground next to Tom to change from spikes to
trainers. He seems a bit disappointed; he didn't run quite as fast as
he did in the trial. Alwyn and Liam are heading towards us, talking
animatedly to a young guy I don't recognise.
"Chris, Tom!" Alwyn says. "This is Mark; he coaches me at the club;
he coaches a lot of the young runners."
"Hi lads," he says, smiling at us. "Alwyn's told me a lot about you
guys. That was a pretty impressive performance you gave out there;
those are very good times on grass. I'm hoping you might be
interested in joining the club and running for us in the Young
Athletes League. We had our first match last Sunday; Alwyn ran the
fifteen hundred with another boy. Alwyn's not really a track runner,
well, not yet anyway, and the other boy's just not good enough. We'd
love to have you onboard if you're interested."
"What about the boy from Christchurch?" I asked.
"Justin?" Mark says, still smiling. "Oh, he runs for Croydon
Harriers, our local rivals. That's fair enough; he lives near their
track. He won the race on Sunday; he ran four fifty eight, which
gives you some idea of what you could run on a proper track."
"My dad will take you and bring you back," Liam adds
enthusiastically. "We can pick Tom up first `cause he only lives
round the corner, then come over to yours; it's easy, and we're
always back home by quarter to eight."
After all the shit that's been happening the past two days, having
Alwyn and Liam actually wanting me to join their team means a lot; I
really want to do this.
"I'll have to ask my mum," I tell him. "I've never done anything like
this before."
"I'll have to ask as well," Tom says, "but it won't be a problem if
I'm going with Liam and that. Mum's always trying to get me to join
in stuff."
"If it's okay you can come with us next Tuesday!" Liam says, eyes
sparkling. "We train Tuesdays and Thursdays."
Mark gives me his phone number. "Ask your mum to ring me if she's
worried about anything; I'll come and see her if necessary. I'm sure
it'll be all right."
The match is almost finished. We're winning easily in all three age
groups, with Christchurch and Wyndham Park battling for second place.
I set off for home feeling better than I have since my run-in with
the Yardie Boys. Maybe life's not so bad after all.