Date: Sun, 17 Feb 2008 18:12:12 +0000
From: pinkpanther2@hotmail.co.uk
Subject: 'A Warm April Saturday' chapter 28
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CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT
Monday afternoon and I'm pottering around the house waiting for Daryl
to arrive. I still have mixed feeling about inviting him, but I
didn't have much choice; it was either Daryl or do without sex for a
week. Now that people know I'm gay, I don't have a problem with us
being seen together; it's not that, and he's a much nicer kid than I
used to think. Even so, I'm not sure I could have him as a boyfriend;
we're too different, I don't think it would work. There's a ring on
the doorbell; I pad along the hallway and answer it.
"Hi!" he says, smiling at me.
He's wearing a crimson and white hooped tank-top and a pair of snug
fitting, silver grey denim shorts that finish several inches above
his knees. It's the first time I've seen him not in either school
uniform or games kit. He looks very cute, just even more camp than
usual. I don't care; he's in all my classes, people can't say too
much about us being friends. In any case, Michael went out half an
hour ago, almost certainly to meet Rachel; it's all he seems to think
about at the moment. We collect cold drinks from the fridge and make
our way to my bedroom.
"You found it okay, then?" I ask, struggling to find something to
talk about.
"Yeah, thanks," he says, grinning at me. "You look very sexy in your
soccer kit; I like that!"
"You look pretty cute dressed like that, too!" I tell him, not
bothering to add that I know several guys who'd fuck the arse off him
given half a chance.
"Shall we ., you know?" he asks nervously.
"Yeah," I say quietly.
Shoes and socks are quickly discarded. I gently help him off with his
tank-top, running my fingers over his smooth, delicate skin. He runs
his hands up inside my soccer shirt; that comes off too. We pull down
each other's shorts. I reach down and feel his stiff cock through his
soft white briefs. Fuck! He is so horny!
"Let's get on the bed," I whisper.
"Aren't we taking these off?" he asks.
"Soon," I tell him.
We snuggle up on the bed, arms wrapped round each other. "You seem to
be getting on really well with Brad," I say quietly, stroking his
hair.
"Oh, yeah!" he responds, eyes sparkling. "He's so sexy; beautiful
cock too! Shame he's away, he told me he and his boyfriend wanted to
have a threesome with me."
"So, would you have been up for that?" I ask, slightly shocked.
"Yeah, why not?" he asks, like the idea of getting pronged by a
sixteen year old he's never met didn't bother him at all.
"Wouldn't you have been nervous about going there?"
"No, they'd have met me at the bus stop; he told me. Have you been
there?"
"Yeah, I did once," I say casually, trying not to give too much away.
I was as nervous as fuck all the way there; it wasn't really my scene
either, but I'd rather he didn't know that. "So d'you like older
boys, then?"
"Yes, definitely!" he says, grinning at me. "I mean, I really like
you, but I get a hard-on just looking at some of the older boys at
school, and some of the teachers!"
I could ask him if he's been to the technology block boys' room on
his own, but think better of it. If he hasn't, I don't want to give
him even more ideas; he's been taking quite enough risks as it is.
"Do you fancy any of the teachers?" he continues. "I do, especially
Mr. Sheridan; I'd love to suck him off!"
"Well, I do a bit," I say guardedly. "I don't think you've got much
chance there, though!"
I'd go with Mr. Sheridan without even thinking about it if I got the
chance; that's something else I'd rather he didn't know.
"Do your mum and dad know you're gay?" I ask, changing the subject.
"Doesn't everybody?" he asks, frowning. "We don't get on; nothing I
do is ever good enough for them. Jonathan, my brother, got a
scholarship to Christchurch. They have to pay a quarter of the fees,
but they still sent him there. I was offered a place but I didn't get
a scholarship, so they wouldn't pay for me; it's not like they can't
afford it! I don't care," he adds defiantly. "I'll do just as well at
Falconhurst as I would there."
"So what does your dad do?" I ask quietly.
"He's an accountant; he's a partner in one of the big accountancy
firms in the City; mum's the H.R. manager. Jonathan's everything they
ever wanted; he's good at cricket and tennis and he's better at
things like maths and science than I am, so they think I'm a failure.
I'm way better than he is at other stuff, but they don't care about
that!"
Daryl's brilliant at English; he writes really amazing stories. He
beats me at a few other things too: French, history, art & design,
music; I can't believe his parents treat him like that.
"How old's your brother?"
"Sixteen, he's just doing his GCSE's; I don't get on with him either;
it's like he's ashamed of me being gay. He doesn't bully me or
anything; just ignores me most of the time. When his friends come
round I'm not even allowed to talk to them."
"So is it just you and your brother?"
"I wish!" he says vehemently. "I've got a little sister too; she's
nine. She's dad's favourite; she can have anything she wants! She
calls me a poof in front of her friends; I hate her!"
We lie there not saying anything for several minutes; I hold him
close, gently stroking his back. I've always thought of kids from
posh homes as lucky; expensive clothes, holidays, cell phones, i-
pods, lots of pocket money, but that's not what matters, is it?
Daryl's home life sounds horrible; I wouldn't want to swap with him.
"So what d'you want to do when you finish school," I ask.
"I want to write stuff for television, like Russell Davies, who wrote
`Queer as Folk'; he's my hero. Maybe even to write the story for a
film. I'd like to direct my own stuff too, but that's really hard."
I've just seen a whole different side to him that I never knew
existed; he knows about stuff I don't have a clue about.
"You'll do it," I say quietly, stroking his hair and looking right
into his eyes. "I know you will."
"Thanks," he says quietly. "You're cool."
I run my hand down his back, pushing my fingers under the elastic of
his briefs. I gently stroke his firm round bum-cheeks; he responds by
fondling my dick. I slide a finger along his crack until I'm touching
his boy-hole.
"Mmmm!" he moans, smiling at me. "I like that!"
"Time these came off," I say tugging at his briefs.
He raises his bum off the bed while I slide them down his legs.
"Now it's my turn!" he says, giving me a mischievous grin.
I allow him to pull my underpants down, exposing my steel-hard cock.
"That's what I want!" he whispers.
He settles his head on my tummy, holding the base of my dick between
thumb and index finger. He pulls the foreskin back slightly, his
tongue licking the small shiny head. A moment later he sinks right
down on it, until the whole of my slim four and three quarter inches
is engulfed in his warm, wet mouth. He sucks on it slowly, his tongue
working overtime, his fingers caressing my balls. He's amazing; he's
only done this a few times but he's giving me as good a blow-job as
anyone ever has, even Greg. I gently stroke his hair with one hand,
my other hand reaching down his back to fondle his bum. After a
couple of minutes he lets me go and looks up.
"Are you going to fuck me?" he asks.
"D'you want me to?"
"Yeah!" he says emphatically.
"Well, we'd better get you ready then!" I say quietly.
We change places, my lips clamped round his hard little spike. He
opens his legs, pulling up his knees so his feet are flat on the bed.
I slip my hand between his thighs and work some KY into his bum,
using just one finger at first then adding a second. I touch his
prostate, his cock twitches sharply, hitting the roof of my mouth.
That's it; he's ready. I move round and kneel between his legs,
smearing KY over my dick.
"How are we doing it?" he asks.
"Like this."
I lift his legs, or at least I try to, but he feels like a plank of
wood, stiff and awkward, not lithe and supple the way Anthony did.
"Pull your legs back so your knees are by your shoulders," I tell
him.
He can't get anywhere near it. I try to help him.
"Oww!" he protests. "That hurts!"
I look down at him. His knees are still quite close together; getting
between his legs to kiss him while we fuck is going to be very
difficult. For a moment I don't understand why he can't do what I
told him; then it dawns on me. This is why he's so useless at sport;
well, it's at least part of the reason.
"No problem," I say. "We'll do it a different way. How would you like
it?"
"Lying on my tummy with you on top of me."
"Cool. Put the pillows under your hips so your bum's sticking up;
it's better like that."
He gets into position, legs spread wide, holding his bum-cheeks apart
as I lower myself onto him. I position my cock against his hole and
push, the first couple of inches spearing into his tight little
bottom.
"Oh, Chris!" he gasps. "That's nice!" Get it all up there!"
I lift up a little then thrust down hard; another inch or so
disappears inside him, the head hitting his sex-button on the way
through.
"Oooh!" he groans. "That's wicked!"
One more thrust and my tummy's welded tight to his bottom.
"Is that good?" I whisper.
"Yeah!" he breathes. "Oh, do it, Chris! I want your spunk up my bum!"
I'm aware of the tight little sheath gripping my cock, the smallest
movement sending it into overload. I start to fuck him, taking it
slow, supporting myself on my hands.
"Lie right down!" he demands. "I want to feel you on top of me!"
I do as he says, my heart thumping between his shoulder blades. I try
to keep it slow, but my dick's got other ideas. In less than a minute
I'm fucking him stupid.
"Ohh!!" he moans. "Oh yeah! Do it, Chris! Fuck me hard!"
I'm totally going for it as it is; with a supreme effort I ratchet it
up another notch.
"Ohh! Oh fuck!" he gasps, his body hit by violent spasms, his bum
gripping my cock even tighter. "Nnng! Nnng!! Ahhhhhh!!!"
Fuck! He's dry cum against the pillow! That is wild! The feeling
takes me right over the edge; my spunk shooting over and over into
his tight little arse. I collapse on top of him. Holy shit! Nothing
can be more intense than that!
I'm not sure how long it is, but for a while I'm so far out of it I
hardly know where I am. I'm suddenly aware of lying there on top of
him, heart pounding, my cock still buried in his bum. I take a few
deep breaths and lift myself off him. He doesn't move, just lies
where he was, the skin around his boy-hole glowing red from the
fucking I just gave him.
"Are you okay?" I ask.
"Oh yeah!" he breathes. "That was the best!"
He rolls onto his side.
"Not going to the bathroom?" I ask.
"No, I like having your spunk inside me," he says, smiling.
I retrieve my cum-towel; stains on the bed covers would take a bit of
explaining.
"Lie on that, just in case," I tell him.
I help him spread the towel underneath him then pull him into a
delicious post-fuck kiss; he does it beautifully. In between kissing
and fondling each other we chat about all sorts of things, or to be
more exact, I listen to him chatting about all sorts of things. I try
really hard to take an interest in the stuff he's talking about, even
though most of it goes right over my head, but it's a one-way street.
It goes back to the reason I took a dislike to him when we were first
in class together; he can only talk about himself and the things he's
interested in. That settles it; Daryl as a fuck-buddy is fine, Daryl
as a boyfriend is a non-starter.
After half an hour I'm horny enough to fuck him again if I wanted to,
but I don't; I'm bored and slightly irritated. I make an excuse that
I've got to do something and send him on his way. He'll be back
tomorrow.
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He was too. This time I was ready for him; I didn't want another ear-
bashing about the books he's been reading or the films he's seen. We
had sex, of course; I fucked him with him on all fours at the bottom
of the bed and me standing behind him. It was awesome, but as soon
as we'd finished I told him I needed to go round to Tom's house and
got rid of him.
Right now I'm off to meet him down by the shops. He can't come round
to mine because it's mum's day off. This is a total bummer; mum
doesn't have to work Sundays very often, but this coming Sunday is
one of them. We've got another young athletes' match on Sunday and
she won't be able to come, but worse than that, she gets two days off
during the week, today and tomorrow. That's two days I either have to
do without sex or find somewhere else to do it. I guess going without
wouldn't be too hard; I don't usually have sex every day, but when
Daryl's almost begging for it, well, what would you do?
I feel a bit guilty about that. We did it that once in the boys' room
months ago but I never had much to do with him afterwards so he never
did it again. But since I told him about the technology block and
introduced him to Brad, he's gone completely wild. It's all so new to
him; he's like a kid in a sweetshop, he can't get enough of it. I
reach the small group of shops at the corner of Spring Drive. He's
already there waiting for me.
"Hi!" he says brightly. "Where are we going?"
"Falcon's Wood," I tell him. "There are plenty of places we can hide
where nobody will see us."
"Cool!" he says. "Have you ever done it there before?"
"Yeah, sort of," I say guardedly, hoping he isn't going to ask who I
was with.
He doesn't; he starts talking about all this arty stuff again. Well,
it won't be for long; in five minutes we'll have got ourselves hidden
away and I'll be well on my way to fucking him senseless. We turn in
through the gate and tramp along the path towards the woods. That's
when I clock him, the guy from the swimming pool, sitting on one of
the benches. I wonder for a second why he's always here when we're
off school. Then it hits me; he's a teacher, he has to be! I'm sort
of hoping he won't have spotted us; well, I can forget that, he's
staring right in our direction. I'm wearing my Crystal Palace top and
my black denim shorts; Daryl's dressed much the same as he was on
Monday, same shorts anyway, so I guess to a guy like him we both look
pretty hot. I glance across, wondering if he's realised what we're up
to. That's scary; if he has, he might try to follow us and get in on
the action.
Daryl's so wrapped up in what he's yakking about he doesn't even
notice the guy. In a way, that's a relief; I'm not exactly sure how
he'd react, but it's likely to be one of two things: either it'd
totally freak him out or he'd suggest we pick the guy up and take him
with us. Whichever, I don't need it. We continue our stroll into the
trees. I look around; he doesn't seem to be following us.
I lead Daryl off the path and into some thick bushes. He moves
through them rather awkwardly, like he's afraid of getting his nice
clothes dirty. It only takes a couple of minutes for us to I find
what I'm looking for, a place where we're pretty much hidden from all
sides. Even better, there's the stump of what must have been quite a
big tree. It's about two feet high, reaching almost up to my groin;
it could come in very useful later.
"You okay with this?" I ask.
"Yeah, this is cool," he says. "Here, let me take your top off."
I'm nervous about this, but I don't want Daryl to know why. It's that
guy I saw sitting on the bench. I can't see him, I can't hear him,
but here's he's here watching us, I can feel it. Okay, so maybe I'm a
teeny bit paranoid. I make a final check; there's no sign of anyone.
"Okay," I tell him.
He helps me off with my top; I return the favour. He runs his hand
over my chest, caressing my nipples.
"You're really nice," he says, smiling at me. "Are we going to get
naked?"
"Nah," I say calmly, "Too risky; we'll just drop our shorts and pants
in case we hear someone coming."
"Okay," he says, looking disappointed. "Come on then!"
We undo each others shorts and let them fall to the ground. We're
both tenting our underpants. Daryl drops to his knees and pulls mine
right down to my ankles.
"Beautiful cock!" he says, running his fingers over it. "I love it!"
He opens his mouth and sucks it in until the head's touching his
tonsils. Oh yeah! He can do this anytime he likes! I ruffle his hair.
"Nice!" I whisper, "That's wicked!"
He continues to work his magic; this is heaven! Here I am on a warm
sunny day out in the woods with a real cute kid sucking me off; it
just doesn't get much better than that. I feel myself getting close;
I'm going to let him finish me off if that's what he wants. Instead
he pulls off, giving my cock one final lick.
"Was that good?" he asks, grinning at me and licking his lips.
"Yeah! Fuck! That was amazing!"
We swap places. I skin his sexy white briefs down his legs and devour
his hard little spike; it's throbbing like crazy. Almost without
thinking I run my hand up between his legs, my finger homing in on
his pucker. I massage it gently.
"Mmmm!" he moans.
I'm like on autopilot; I've totally forgotten about the guy from the
swimming pool. I pull the tube of KY from the pocket of my shorts and
lube up my fingers. A few seconds later I've got two fingers right up
his bum. I'm sucking him, finger fucking him, doing it like it's the
only thing in the world that matters; working my fingers round to
open him up, touching his prostate, making his little cock twitch in
my mouth. After a couple of minutes I let him go.
"Come on!" he says impatiently. "I want you to fuck me!"
It's more of an order than a request, not that I'm complaining. "Bend
over there!" I tell him, indicating the tree-stump. He shuffles into
position, his well-lubed bum-hole twitching invitingly. I lube up my
dick, move in behind and push hard. After a moment's resistance the
head goes into him.
"Oooh!" he gasps.
I hold him round the hips and pull him onto me till my balls slap
against his bum.
"Is that what you want?" I whisper.
"Oh, yeah!" he gasps! "Oh, fuck me, Chris!"
I pull back, watching my greasy cock slide out of his tight little
hole. I pause for a moment then slam it right in, hitting his
prostate on the way. There's no stopping now; I quickly build up the
pace until I'm pounding his arse with long, powerful thrusts. I love
doing it like this; I can pull right back each time until just the
head's left inside him before stuffing it in again. Daryl likes it
too, judging by the noise he's making. I reach down and fondle his
cock; it's twitching like you wouldn't believe. A few seconds later
the muscle spasms hit him, his body bucking violently, his bum
tightening around my dick.
"Oh!" he gasps "Ohh! Ohh!! Nnngggg!!!"
His cock springs into life, jerking and pulsing between my fingers.
Suddenly his orgasm's over; he collapses like a rag doll. I move my
hands down, holding him firmly around the tops of his thighs as I
carry on fucking him as hard as I can go. Not for long though;
another half a minute and it's my turn, my balls churning into
action.
"Oh fuck!" I groan. "Oh, I gonna cum! Nnng! Nnng!! Aaarrrggghhh!!!"
My spunk spurts over and over into his cute little bum. My head's
swimming; I hardly know where I am. I blow out hard then pull in
several deep breaths, a little trick Mark taught us to help us
recover during our training sessions on the track. I guess he didn't
expect me to be using it for this! Slowly and carefully I pull out.
Daryl's boy-hole twitches a couple of times then clamps shut. The
skin around it is even redder, angry-looking from all the action it's
been getting. For some reason I glance to my left. There he is, the
guy from the pool, crouching in the bushes just a few yards away. How
the fuck he got there without me seeing or hearing him I have no
idea. As he sees me looking at him he stands up and grins. He's got
his dick out; it's as big as I thought it would be, around eight
inches and thick, the large purple head completely exposed. He jerks
it a couple of times and cums all over the place, his spunk spurting
high into the bushes. Holy shit! I hope Daryl doesn't see him!
I take Daryl by the shoulders, gently pulling him round the other way
so he's got his back to the guy, our mouths meeting in a full-scale
lip lock. I give it a minute or so then slowly pull away. I glance
over his shoulder; Pool-Man's disappeared from view.
"So how was that?" I ask quietly, smiling down at my smaller fuck-
buddy.
"Wicked!" he says, eyes sparkling. "I love doing it with you!"
We slowly get ourselves dressed and wander slowly out of the woods.
Daryl's rattling on about something; I'm not really taking much
notice. As we emerge from the trees Pool-Man is back where I first
saw him.
"That guy sitting on the bench is looking at us," Daryl says,
grinning at me.
"Did you realise we had company back there?" I ask.
"Company?" Daryl asks. "What d'you mean?"
"Him," I say casually. "He was hiding in the bushes watching us. I
saw him just as we finished."
"Really?" Daryl says, eyes widening. "Wow!"
"I was at the pool a few weeks ago," I tell him, "in the changing
room after my swim. He was checking me out. He wanted to pick me
up."
"So don't you use the cubicles, then?" Daryl asks, sounding
surprised.
"Nah, never bother."
"But you didn't go with him?"
"Nah, didn't want to."
Daryl looks across at Pool-Man. "I think I would have," he says.
"Let's go and talk to him."
I could refuse, but if I do that Daryl will go and talk to him on his
own, and I definitely don't want that; anything might happen. We
stroll across to Pool-Man's bench and sit on either side of him.
"Hi! I hope you enjoyed the show," I say smirking at him.
"Totally awesome!" he says, smiling warmly. "I've never seen two kids
having sex before, not live at any rate. You seemed to be well into
it. It's Chris, isn't it?"
"Yeah," I say quietly, "And this is Daryl."
"Hi Daryl," he says, grinning at him. "I'm Jack. So you like taking
it up the bum?"
"Yeah," Daryl whispers, grinning back.
I'm not sure I like the way this is going. "How did you find us?" I
ask. "I never heard anyone coming."
"Oh, I grew up round here," he says casually. "I know this place like
the back of my hand. When I saw you going into the woods I pretty
well knew where you were going. So where's your other friend today?"
"Tom? Oh we'll be running together on Friday morning. He's not gay
though." I pause for a moment. "So which school do you teach at?" I
ask, deciding it's time to shake the guy up a bit.
"Who told you I was a teacher?" he says, clearly surprised by the
question.
"Nobody," I tell him, "but you are, though. That's why you're always
here when we're on holiday."
"Very good!" he says approvingly. "You're not stupid, then!"
No I'm not, I think to myself; I wasn't stupid enough to let him pick
me up in the pool changing room. Now I've got him on the back foot.
"So where d'you teach?" I repeat.
"Oh, I teach at a school in Dulwich," he responds. "I teach science."
Daryl turns his nose up at the word `science'; that's good.
"I guess you're missing Anthony this week," I say casually, pressing
home my advantage.
"Oh, Anthony told me he didn't know you," he responds.
Shit! I shouldn't have said that! "Yeah, well he would, wouldn't he?"
I counter, trying to retrieve the situation. "He didn't want you
pestering him to bring me over. Anyway, he didn't know if I'd be up
for it."
"Fair enough," he concedes. "So what are you boys doing now? Want to
come over to my place, have a drink, watch a video or two, you know?"
I look across at Daryl; left to himself he'd go without giving it a
second thought. "No thanks," I say firmly, smiling at Pool-Man, or
Jack or whatever his name is. "Mum will be expecting me home soon.
Anyway, we're both pretty tired now."
He looks disappointed. "You around tomorrow?" he asks.
"Dunno, might be," I say, standing up. "We haven't decided yet."
I jerk my head in Daryl's direction; he gets up looking less than
pleased. We stroll off towards the gate.
"Why were you so horrible to him?" he asks when we're out of earshot.
"He was being really friendly."
"I wasn't," I say firmly. "I just wanted to make sure he knows that
he can't push us around, yeah?"
"We could easily have gone with him," Daryl continues. "You don't
have to be home for another two hours!"
"Yeah, well I didn't want to make it that easy for him. We've got to
make him give us some respect. Look all he wants is to get into our
pants and give us a quick fuck. If we do go to his place, we do it
because we want to, yeah? We go when we want, we leave when we want
and in between we don't let him talk us into doing anything we don't
want to do."
"You don't like him, do you?" he says accusingly.
"Not really," I tell him.
"And what was that thing about Anthony?" he continues.
"Oh, he's one of Anthony's punters," I say casually.
He looks at me blankly. "Anthony does it for money," I add, by way of
explanation. "Guys like him pay Anthony to have sex with him."
"Doing it for money? That's disgusting!" he says haughtily.
"If you'd been through some of the shit Anthony's had to put up
with, you might understand," I respond angrily; Daryl can be a total
prick at times.
"Oh!" he says, sounding suitably chastened. "I guess paying kids for
it's pretty disgusting too. Is that why you don't like him?"
"Sort of," I say, not wanting to give too much away. "I'll tell you
about it sometime."
We walk the rest of the way back to the shops in silence.
"Meet here again tomorrow, same time?" I ask.
"Yeah, okay," he says, still looking a bit put out.
We go our separate ways.
0 o 0 o 0 o 0
I'm on my way to meet Daryl. I'm in a real quandary about this. He's
going to want to go to the woods to meet Jack and go back to his
place. If I say no, he'll probably stomp off and go on his own.
Daryl's so na‹ve; Jack'll fuck him; there's no doubt about that, and
his dick's way bigger than mine or Brad's. If he hurt the kid I'd
never forgive myself. So I'm going to have to go. I might even
suggest it, so I get to keep the initiative. I don't like the idea,
but I don't seem to have much choice.
I'm approaching Nathan's house; he's outside mowing the front lawn
again. He is well fit! Shame he's . Suddenly an idea occurs to me.
Actually he was okay last week when he saw Courtney having a go at
me, and I know Daryl would like him; he told me he likes some of the
senior boys and Nathan's as fit as any of them. For sure his dick's a
lot bigger than mine or Brad's, but it's nowhere close to what Jack's
got, maybe six and a half inches and only medium thick. As long as he
doesn't just fuck us both and kick us out in five minutes flat this
might just work.
"Hi! I say brightly as I reach the house.
"Oh, hello; how's it going?" he asks, giving me a big smile.
"Cool! I'm just going to meet someone," I say, giving him the eye.
"I'll be back in five minutes."
"Great," he says. "I'll be here."
I hurry off to meet Daryl. This could prove useful in another way.
Courtney will be on the loose again when we get back to school, with
Brad away, maybe Nathan and that big mate of his will keep an eye out
for me. I turn the corner. Daryl's already waiting by the shops.
"Hi!" he says, grinning at me. "Are we going to the woods to meet,
you know, Pool-Man?"
"Nah, we've had a better offer."
"What d'you mean?"
"You like some of the senior boys, yeah, the fit ones?"
"Yeah, why?"
There's one lives not far from me; I went with him at school once. It
wasn't great because he had to rush it. Anyway, I just saw him out at
the front of his house. We can go back there if you want. You'll love
him; he's well fit!"
"Cool!" he says, almost licking his lips in anticipation. "I guess it
would be a bit risky going with that guy we met yesterday."
We walk purposefully back towards Nathan's house. He's still out at
the front, putting everything away.
"Hi, Nathan! I call across to him.
He does a double take; I guess he hadn't expected me to show up with
someone like Daryl. He strolls across to us.
"Hi," he says, sounding a bit nervous.
"Nathan, this is Daryl," I say, grinning at him. Daryl looks like
he's seen a vision; I knew he would!
"Hi Daryl," he says. He turns back to me. "So do you guys want to
come in?" he asks quietly.
"Yeah," I whisper, "We'd be doing it at my house, but mum's off work
today."
"Cool! Come on then!"
He lets us in through the front door. The house is well posh; they've
obviously got loads more money than we have.
"Can I use the bathroom?" Daryl asks.
"Sure; first on your right at the top of the stairs." Nathan tells
him.
Daryl hurries off.
"You won't just fuck us then kick us out after five minutes, will
you?" I ask quietly, looking Nathan right in the eye.
"No, of course not," he says, smiling at me. "That's just how it is
at school; you can stay as long as you want. Does Daryl take it up
the bum then?"
"Yeah, but he's only had mine and Brad's so he's still very tight;
you'll need to take your time."
"This gets better and better!" he says, licking his lips. "He is well
cute!"
"He likes you too," I whisper. "He was looking at you like you were a
God!"
"Yeah," he says, stifling a giggle. "I noticed! So what d'you want to
do?"
"Well, just some kissing and sucking to start with, then we can spit
roast him, you know, you fuck him while he sucks me off. Once we've
had a bit of a rest, you can fuck me if you want."
"Cool!" he says, looking well pleased. "Let's go for it!"
Daryl emerges from the bathroom. We make our way into Nathan's
bedroom and strip down to our underwear, briefs for me and Daryl,
boxers for Nathan. Daryl's practically drooling! He kneels in front
of Nathan and pulls his boxer shorts down. His eyes grow so big they
almost fall out!
"Wow!" he gasps. "Beautiful cock!"
He opens his mouth and sucks right down on it, burying his nose in
Nathan's pubes. Well, there's no problem about him taking Nathan's
dick at that end! Nathan strokes his hair.
"Ooh, babe! That's awesome!" he breathes, urging him to continue.
"Oh, yeah!"
I move so I'm standing next to Nathan. He turns towards me, our
tongues engaging in a little playful sparring. After a few seconds we
graduate into a wonderfully passionate kiss. He reaches across,
gently fondling me in my briefs. I had some doubts before we came
here, but I've got none now; this is heaven! Kneeling in front of us,
Daryl's still working his magic on Nathan's dick, which makes the
whole thing even better. Awesome!
After a minute or so, Daryl lets Nathan go and gets to his feet.
Daryl and I pull each other's briefs down then the three of us
snuggle up on Nathan's big double bed. Now it's Daryl and Nathan
getting into the kissy-kissy thing. I set to work on Daryl's cock,
sucking it eagerly. After around half a minute I move on to Nathan.
It's some time since I sucked one as big as this; I'm pleased to find
I can still do it, Nathan's cock-head sliding right into my throat.
He moans audibly; I think he likes it! I work my lips and tongue all
over it, my fingers caressing his big, heavy balls, taking it slow so
there's no danger of making him cum. After a minute or so I move back
to Daryl. His little spike's so hard and hot, it's amazing! The kiss
ends. I ease Daryl down the bed so he can suck Nathan while I suck
him. I'm not sure if he knows where we're going with this but he
doesn't seem worried.
"Got any lube?" I mouth to Nathan.
He passes me a large tube of KY. I settle my lips back around Daryl's
cock and set to work lubing him up. He's pretty used to this by now;
in less than a minute I've got him ready, or ready for me anyway. But
it's not my cock he's getting, it's Nathan's and that's going to need
a lot more work yet.
"Swap over!" I whisper.
Nathan and I quickly change places, Daryl seeming quite happy to let
us do exactly as we want. I'm still a bit concerned that Nathan will
rush things, but as it goes I needn't have worried. He takes his time
just like he said he would, sucking the kid and gently finger fucking
him until he's got two fingers sliding smoothly in and out of his
tight little bum. It's time to do it.
"Get on all fours," Nathan whispers.
Daryl doesn't question it, doesn't even hesitate. I get onto my knees
in front of him, sitting back on my heels. Holy shit! He knows what
we're going to do and he's up for it and then some! He gets his head
and shoulders down low and goes back to sucking my cock. Behind him,
Nathan is getting into position, the head of his cock nuzzling his
boy-hole. With one well-practised thrust he stuffs it into him. Daryl
gasps, blowing hot air all round my dick. Nathan holds him round the
thighs, slowly pulling him backwards. I lean forwards to get a better
view. Fuck! His big cock is completely buried in the kid's arse That
is sooo hot!!
Nathan starts to fuck his bum; at the other end I pump my hips so I'm
fucking his mouth. There's no hint of a protest; he loves it! The
intensity builds and builds; I can't believe how wild this is; it's
awesome. I pump a bit harder; almost immediately the muscles spasms
hit.
"Oh, fuck!" I moan. "I'm gonna cum!"
I hold Daryl's head as my spunk spurts over and over into his mouth.
He swallows every drop, licking all over my cock-head to make sure he
hasn't missed any. A moment later he grabs me round the hips, moaning
and gasping as his dry-cum kicks in.
"Oh, that is so hot!" Nathan gasps. "Ohh! Ohhh! Nnnnggggg!!!"
He holds on tight as his spunk floods into Daryl's tight little bum.
After a few seconds to get his breath back he slowly withdraws. Daryl
releases my cock, turning round to give Nathan a big sloppy kiss.
He's never bothered to get cleaned up after I've fucked him, but
right now he doesn't have a choice. Nathan doesn't just cum a lot
more than I do; he's stretched him a lot more too. He gets gingerly
off the bed and pads off to the bathroom, Nathan's spunk oozing out
of his bum and trickling down his legs. Me and Nathan flop down next
to each other.
"Thanks for that," he whispers. "That was awesome, so much better
than doing it at school. He's amazing; I've never fucked anyone as
tight as that. And so horny! He had his dry-cum thingy without me
even touching his dick!"
He pulls me into another totally wild kiss; we're still doing the
tongue-tango when Daryl returns. We stretch out on the bed, with
Nathan in the middle.
"Nathan," I ask, "do any of your mates know about you going to the
technology block?"
"Sam does," he says quietly.
"Sam, that's the big lad, the goalie, yeah?"
"Yeah."
"So is he into younger kids then?"
"No," Nathan says, smiling broadly, "Sam's into me; we've been
fucking since we were thirteen. A few of our friends know we're gay,
but not about the other thing; Sam covers for me."
Now that is a surprise; Sam's the last guy I'd have suspected of
being gay.
"So doesn't he mind, you know?" I ask.
"No, he's just paranoid that I'll get caught."
"Is that why you rush it so much?"
"Yeah, I guess."
"I hate that!" I tell him firmly. "It was like you didn't care
whether I was enjoying it or not."
"Sorry about that," he says, smiling a little sadly. "When I go there
I'm just so intent on getting it over with; I just didn't think. So
that's why you've been avoiding me; you must have thought I was a
right knob-head!"
"Yeah, I guess," I say quietly, "But you're not; you're all right."
I've had my little victory; there's no need to rub his nose in it.
"Everything was really simple till I was twelve, almost thirteen," he
says, almost in a whisper. "I'd always done well at school; I was
captain of the soccer team and a good track athlete. I'm an only
child; mum and dad were so proud of me. Then I found out I was gay.
Mum and dad have fairly traditional Christian beliefs as far as
homosexuality's concerned. I was desperate not to let them down, so I
just had to keep pretending I was the same as all the other lads. But
it got worse; a couple of years later I realised I liked younger
boys. I started fantasising about some of the year seven and eight
kids, especially some of the soccer players. That was when I met your
friend Brad. He was well up for it and it was obvious he'd done it
before. I was hooked. I know I shouldn't do it; it's way too risky
for one thing, but I just can't stop. Mum and dad would have trouble
accepting that I'm gay; if they found out I was going with kids your
age they'd disown me."
We lie there in total silence for several seconds.
"That's tough," I whisper. "Thanks for telling us. I'm glad I won't
have to go through that; mum's all right with me being gay."
Hmmm! That's something else I got wrong! It's like things are never
as simple as you think they are; it makes sense now. Shit! I'd hate
having to live with that sort of pressure.
"Nathan," I say, snuggling up to him, "you know when we go back to
school on Monday, Courtney'll be back on the loose, yeah? I usually
hang out with Brad; Courtney won't start anything when Brad's there;
Brad says his brothers would kick Courtney's head in."
"They would too," Nathan says, giving me a wry smile. "Lee was in my
tutor group; he's a big lad and very strong. If he'd known I was
fucking his kid brother he'd have killed me."
"Yeah, well Brad won't be in school on Monday, `cause it'll be gone
midnight when they get back from their holiday, so he's taking a day
off."
"It's okay; me and Sam will keep an eye on them for you," he says,
smiling. "I owe you one after today!"
"So are you ready for something else now?" I ask.
"Are you sure?" he responds
"Yeah!" I say, grinning and licking my lips. "But play with my cock
while you're fucking me, yeah?"
"I tried that with Brad and your blond friend," he says. "As soon as
I wasn't holding them in position, they moved and wrecked it. That's
the only reason I didn't do that when we met before."
"I won't move," I say smiling at him. "That's a promise!"
"Okay," he says, smiling back.
It's my turn to be piggy-in-the-middle. I settle down to sucking
Daryl's cock while Nathan gets to work sucking me and lubing me up.
It's more than a week since Brad fucked me; I'm totally up for this.
He takes a lot more time than he did when he fucked me in the boys'
room; even so, it takes less than two minutes.
"Got a towel or something?" I ask.
Nathan fishes one out of his sports bag. I spread it over the bed and
get onto all fours, kneeling between Daryl's feet so I can continue
sucking him. Nathan moves in behind me, his greasy cock pressing
against my bum-hole. I relax and push out; he slides right into me.
Oh, yeah! That is such an awesome feeling! Having a fit young guy's
cock inside me like this is my favourite thing in the whole world!
Nathan starts to fuck me. This just gets better! He's so good at
this, pulling almost all the way out then slamming right back in
again, hitting my prostate every time. Daryl gets in on the act too,
pushing his hips up off the bed so he's fucking my mouth. Oh yeah!
I've never been that keen on group-sex when I've done it before, but
this is more than awesome, it's out of this world!
Daryl doesn't last long; after only a couple of minutes his muscles
go tight, his hard little cock jerking wildly in my mouth. He eases
me off it; that's understandable, I know how sensitive it gets just
after you've cum. Even though Nathan's giving me an awesome fuck, I'm
not even close; I'm guessing he isn't either, it's not that long
since we shot our loads.
"Play with my cock!" I whisper.
He does as I ask.
"Oh yeah!" I gasp.
Nathan fucks me without missing a beat; ten minutes pass and he's
still going for it. Fuck! He is some athlete! I feel the tingles
start to build, my balls pulling up tight to my body. A moment later,
three little jets of spunk squirt through his fingers and onto the
towel. He moves his hand off my cock. His breathing's noisy and
ragged; I know he must be close. Suddenly he tightens his grip round
my hips and slams right into me, several globs of thick, creamy spunk
flooding into my bum. Wow! That was the best fuck I've had in ages!
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I spend the morning at Tom's house, going out for a run then chilling
out together before I head home for lunch. It's quarter past two when
Daryl arrives.
"Hi," I say, smiling at him. "So d'you want to go to Nathan's again?"
"No, if that's all right," he says, shaking his head. He pauses for a
moment. "I'm still a bit sore from yesterday," he whispers.
"Me too!" I say, grinning at him.
It's not true, of course, but he's not to know. I call Nathan and
tell him we won't be going round. He's totally cool about it, which
is great. So today it's just going to be us, me and Daryl. I'm
pleased about that. And after meeting Nathan, he seems far less full
of himself; I like that too, I guess he's learning. We head up to my
bedroom. We'll just have a quiet, relaxing time together; we won't
even fuck. After the last couple of days, it's exactly what I need.