Date: Sun, 2 Mar 2008 18:36:49 +0000
From: pinkpanther2@hotmail.co.uk
Subject: 'A Warm April Saturday' chapter 32
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CHAPTER THIRTY TWO
It's late October. We've just finished our first term back at school;
we're year eight kids now. The past few months have been the best of
my entire life. All the shit I went through after James left has been
worth it; anything that brought me and Tom together would have been
worth it. I've always thought his mum was really cool, but she's more
than that, she's one of the best people I've ever met. She's asked me
to call her Bron unless the rest of the gang are there; she says I'm
like one of the family. Tom's not changed exactly, but he's not as
shy as he was, less self conscious; he's even joined the school band.
Bron says that's down to me, or at least to us being together; I
really appreciate that.
The summer holiday was an awesome time. Neither of us went away, so
we spent most of our time together. We had sex like four or five
times a week; well, you wouldn't have expected any less, now would
you? We even did it out in the woods a couple of times when both our
mums were at home. I had to make sure Jack wasn't around spying on
us, but it was so cool, doing it out there in the sunshine with me
bent over that tree stump and Tom standing behind, fucking me stupid.
I've told my gay friends about me and Tom. They've all been really
cool about it, wished us all the best and that. Well, I say I told
them all; Daryl actually beat me to it, came right up and asked me if
me and Tom `were an item', as he put it. I asked him what made him
think that; he said it was `gaydar'. Well, whatever; I wasn't going
to lie to him. He's keeping quiet about it anyway, the same as
everyone else.
Daryl's grown up a lot recently; he's stopped showing off and
creeping round the teachers the way he used to. It's `cause he's
found a boyfriend. Simon's in year ten, the same as Brad, and he is
stunning! He's on the school soccer team; he was on the track team in
the summer too, running the four hundred metres. He's not quite as
good as the boys who run for the club, but he's okay. The key thing
is that he's into all the same arty stuff as Daryl. They met at the
Art & Design Club, or to be more exact, right after the Art & Design
Club, if you know what I mean!
A few weeks ago me and Andrew had a joint thirteenth birthday party.
It was his suggestion; I was totally amazed that he asked me. I
jumped at the idea; their house is pretty big, it meant we could
invite lots more kids than I could have round at mine. I think there
were fifteen of us altogether, strictly `No Girls Allowed!' of
course! Michael was a bit disappointed that he couldn't bring Rachel
along but he enjoyed himself as much as anybody; it was a total
blast. We had a mixture of English food, which my mum did, and
Caribbean food which Andrew's mum did. Parents came and went for a
drink and a chat, sort of having their own get-together on the side.
John, that's Andrew's dad, is a top lawyer and very important in the
black community. Mum says she's seen him on television. They chatted
a lot and seemed to get on really well.
Most important, Dalton and Luther were there with Roy, their mentor.
Roy and John greeted each other like long-lost brothers. Roy's in his
late forties with two grown up kids, a son who works in IT and a
daughter who's away at university. He's black, of course, a big guy
with a shaved head and a pretty neat taste in clothes. Now that they
don't see too much of their own kids, Roy and has wife decided they'd
like to help some kids who really needed it. It's made such a
difference; Dalton and Luther really look up to him. Dalton's changed
so much. I'm still working with him on his reading and he is getting
much better and a lot more confident, but most of all, he actually
smiles now. Roy made a point of coming to talk to me to thank me for
helping him. I feel proud to have just been a part of it.
As far as the running goes, we've just had our first race of the new
cross-country season. It was way tougher than what I've experienced
at school. The standard was much higher and the course was really
hilly. Andrew dealt with it much better than I did and Alwyn's like a
mountain goat; he flies up and down hills like they're not there. I
got my arse kicked; out of a field of a hundred-plus runners, they
finished third and fourth. I was fourteenth, still good enough for us
to win the team prize though. I know I don't like losing but
sometimes you have to put your hands up and say `too good'. They
certainly were that day.
0 o 0 o 0 o 0
We're up in Tom's bedroom, just hanging out, doing nothing in
particular.
"Mum's going out Saturday evening," he says. "We'll have the place to
ourselves."
"Cool," I say casually. It won't make a lot of difference; I was
going to sleep over anyway.
"I was thinking," he continues, "would it be okay if I invited Daryl
and Simon to come over? It's hard for them, having brothers and
sisters around the whole time, and it's getting bit cold for doing
stuff in the woods."
Now that's come out of nowhere! I hadn't even thought about us doing
anything like that.
"Yeah, I guess," I say guardedly, not at all sure what he's got in
mind. "Er, will we be, you know, all messing about together or what?"
"Dunno," he says, shrugging and grinning at the same time. "We don't
have to; it's up to you. I guess we can do our thing and leave them
to do their thing. I just thought it'd be, you know, a change, a bit
of fun." His grin broadens. "Mum doesn't have to know everything we
do. You like Simon; you told me."
I feel like I've been caught with my pants round my ankles. I've done
that sort of stuff; now that I've got Tom I just don't feel the need
to do it any more. I take a reality check; before I got together with
Tom I'd have gone with Simon without giving it a second thought. The
truth is that I've had sex with lots of guys. I counted it up once;
ten boys and two older guys in less than a year, and that's not
counting messing about with Michael and Gareth. It's not a record I'm
proud of or anything, but it's sort of got it out of my system. Tom's
never been with anyone but me. I don't know; maybe he needs to do
that, find out what it's like.
"And I guess you're quite keen on Daryl," I say, feeling things out a
bit.
"Yeah, sort of; he is pretty cute." Tom responds, still smiling. He
pauses for a second. "It doesn't mean I love you any less," he
concludes, squeezing my hand.
"Let's do it," I tell him.
0 o 0 o 0 o 0
It's early Saturday evening. There's a ring on the doorbell.
"That'll be Jim and Alison now," Bron says. "Be good; don't wreck the
place!"
We both give her a peck on the cheek.
"Have a great night, mum," Tom says.
She bustles out, leaving us on our own. Tom grins at me.
"I'll just call Simon and Daryl," he says, "Tell them to come over."
He makes a couple of quick calls. "They're on their way," he says,
smiling.
I'm still a bit uneasy about this. Suppose Tom decides he prefers
Daryl to me or something? That would ruin everything! I give myself a
mental kick up the arse. The four of us are going to have some fun
together; that's all there is to it. Daryl's nuts about Simon; he's
told me, so I don't think I've got anything to worry about on that
score; I need to lighten up a bit. About ten minutes later there's
another ring at the door. Tom goes to answer it; he comes back to the
lounge room with Daryl and Simon in tow.
"Daryl has to be home by quarter to nine," Simon says, "so we haven't
got that long."
"What's the time now," Tom asks.
"Five to seven," I tell him.
We head up to Tom's room and flop down on the bed. I don't know what
Tom's said to them, but almost before I know it I've got Simon all
over me. The hormones just take over. Simon is well fit; if he wants
to have sex with me, I'm up for it. We begin to undress each other,
not that I've got much to take off; in less than a minute, we're both
down to our underwear, Simon in boxers, me in briefs. Holy shit! He's
not just fit; he's drop dead gorgeous! We snuggle up on the bed,
kissing and stroking each other.
"You're really nice," he whispers, "beautifully slim."
"Thanks," I say, grinning at him. "So how long have you known you
were gay."
"A few months," he says, "since I heard about what happened to you. I
knew who you were `cause of being on the athletics team. I couldn't
believe you were gay; I thought gay guys were all, you know, soft and
girly, so I'd convinced myself I wasn't. That was when I realised.
Then this term I met Daryl; it's just gone from there. Up till now
he's the only person I've been with."
"Cool!" I say, still grinning.
I ease his boxers down over his hips. Fuck! That is the icing on the
cake! About six and a half inches, a fraction slimmer than Tom's;
certainly the head's quite a bit smaller, with a nice pair of balls
hanging below. There's a fairly sparse patch of golden brown hair
above his cock and a few wispy bits under his arms; apart from that
he's as smooth as the rest of us. Wow!
He does the same for me, fondling my cock with his long slim fingers.
His touch is wicked! I snake around, resting my head on his tummy and
take it into my mouth. Oh, yeah! Very slowly I work my way down until
my nose is brushing against his pubes. He's writhing around and
gasping like he's about to have a heart attack. I'm not sure if he's
been deep-throated before; well he has now! I slow it right down; I
don't want to overdo it. He's got one hand down my back, his middle
finger running along my crack and tickling my bum-hole. He wants to
fuck me; I want him to fuck me, it's as simple as that.
We swap over. He sucks beautifully. I grab the KY and pass it to him.
He lubes up his fingers. I pull up my knees to make it easier. A
moment later a greasy finger is pushing right into me. Oh, shit! He
does this almost as well as Tom does! He puts a second finger in.
Oooh! That is so good! The fingers slowly pull out. I get on all
fours with my feet right at the bottom of the bed. He gets the
message, walking round to stand behind me. He guides his cock onto
its target and pushes. I relax and push back, the whole of his
beautiful cock sliding into my bum. Wow! I glance to my right. On the
other half of the bed Daryl's lying on his tummy, a pillow under his
hips and his legs spread apart. Tom's right on top of him pounding
his arse. That is so hot!
Simon settles himself then starts to fuck me with long even strokes;
it feels great. Gradually the pace increases. He reaches down and
fondles my cock. Fuck! It's just as well I put a towel there! In less
than a minute I'm gasping for breath and shaking like a jelly. My
cock jumps around between his fingers, my spunk squirting all over
the towel. Simon fucks me even harder. Half a minute later it's his
turn to start gasping. His cock rears up inside me, his spunk
flooding into my bum. Fuck! He's cum loads! He slowly pulls out. I
ease myself off the bed, trying to keep it inside me. I've got no
chance; I let go a loud fart, Simon's cum spluttering out and
dribbling down my legs.
On the other side of the bed, Tom and Daryl have finished too.
"That's what happens when he does me!" Daryl giggles.
I pad across to the bathroom and get cleaned up. I've not had that
much spunk inside me for months. When I get back, the others are
sitting around chatting.
"Let's go downstairs for a drink," Tom says.
I'm about to go but Tom beckons to me, allowing Daryl and Simon to go
down first.
"Take your clothes down with you," he whispers, gathering up his own
stuff.
I do as he says, taking the towel as well. I'm not quite sure what
he's got planned for round two, but it looks like we're going to
split into our usual pairings; I'm more than happy with that. We dump
our stuff in the lounge room and follow the others into the kitchen.
We sit at the table, drinking coke and chatting about this and that.
"What's the time?" Tom asks.
"Ten to eight," Daryl says, checking his watch.
"Come on, then" Tom says, smiling.
He guides me back to the lounge room while the other two head off up
the stairs. We flop down on the sofa.
"I thought we should give them some time to themselves," he says.
"They never really get any."
"We're really lucky, I guess," I say, stroking his thigh. There's a
moment's silence. "So how was it?" I ask.
"Good," he says, nodding, "he's got a cute little arse. It's nothing
like doing it with you, though; the feeling just wasn't there."
The sense of relief at hearing him say that is overwhelming; if I'd
written it down for him he couldn't have said it better.
"It was the same for me," I tell him. "Simon's gorgeous and he's got
a beautiful cock, but he's not you."
He pulls me into the most amazing kiss, like ever! I've no idea how
long it lasts, but eventually our lips separate. I am so happy! We
tested our relationship and it stood up.
"So are you going to fuck me now?" I ask, grinning and licking his
nose.
"Come on!" he responds. "How d'you want it?"
I stand up, throw the towel over the piano stool and bend down over
it. Tom closes the lid of the piano.
"I know what you're like," he says. "I don't want spunk all over the
keys!"
"Cheek!" I say, trying to stop myself giggling. "I don't squirt that
far, not on a second shot anyway!"
He moves in close, his cock thrusting right into me; it's the most
awesome feeling possible. Within a few seconds he's fucking me
senseless. We both came barely half an hour ago; this is likely to
take some time. He is well up to it; since his growth spurt slowed
down a bit it's like he can keep going forever. Ten minutes pass; he
hasn't missed a beat. It's an unbelievable fuck. Over the next few
minutes the tingling starts to build. We've been at it for fully
fifteen minutes when the muscle spasms hit me. I feel so shaky and
light headed I'd fall over if he wasn't holding onto me. Two little
jets squirt onto the towel; a third one sort of oozes out over his
fingers. My cock's so sensitive I have to push his hand away. He
gives me a few more very hard thrusts.
"Take it, Chris!" he whispers.
His cock jerks violently as he unloads into my bum.
0 o 0 o 0 o 0
We're snuggled up on the sofa when they come padding down the stairs
and into the lounge room. Simon has his arm around Daryl's shoulder;
Daryl's looking up at him, smiling like the cat that swallowed the
cream. Well, I guess he probably did, one way or another.
"Thanks for inviting us," Simon says. "That was well cool."
We see them out. They walk down the road, looking like two ordinary
kids doing what ordinary kids do. You wouldn't give them a second
look.
0 o 0 o 0 o 0
It's December; Christmas is almost here. Me and Tom are closer than
ever. It's been an awesome term; I'm close to the top in almost all
my classes now, with Tom not far behind. Except music, of course;
he's top in that by miles. In maths, I'm top; I've beaten everyone.
Mr. Sheridan is the best, he really is. I hope that one day I can be
as good a teacher as he is.
My running's going well too, even if I'm not as good at cross-country
as I thought I was. I did win a race around a park down in Maidstone
a few weeks ago, but that was firm and fairly flat, which is ideal
for me. Last week we ran in the Kent Championships. That was another
of these tough courses, not just very hilly but muddy in places too,
`proper cross-country' Alwyn calls it. Tom won, Alwyn was second and
I was fourth; that's a good result for me in those conditions. It was
superb for Tom. He's been running well all season; he's been far more
consistent than I have, but it's the first one he's actually won.
Well, now he's county champion; I'm delighted for him.
And now for some even better news: Mum and Mark are getting married;
we're going to be a proper family at last. Mark cares for me and
encourages me every bit as much as James did, and he's totally cool
with me being gay and that, but of course there's nothing else going
on. If I had to pick someone as my step-dad, it'd be Mark. But the
best news of all is that mum's pregnant; early next year I'm going to
have a little brother. I can't tell you how pleased I am; I'm going
to be the best big brother that any kid ever had.
I'm lying in bed thinking about it all; it's been an amazing journey.
Sometimes it's hard to believe just how far I've come since James
walked into my life on that warm April Saturday.
THE END