Date: Thu, 15 Nov 2007 18:52:36 +0000
From: Peter Blackburn <pinkpanther2@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: 'A Warm April Saturday' chapter 7.
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form reading material like this, then I guess you'd better not, but if
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We're up to chapter 7 and Chris embarks on another adventure; I hope you
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CHAPTER SEVEN
It's five past nine when the phone rings. Fuck! I'd forgotten Greg
was going to call. I rush through to the kitchen to pick it up.
"Hi! He says. "You on your own?"
"Yeah."
"Cool. Yesterday was awesome; Conor let us spit roast him."
"Er, spit roast? What's that?"
"You know; him down on all fours, me at one end, Scott at the other."
Holy shit! So that's what that means! I saw something in the Sunday
paper a few months ago about some soccer players picking a girl up in
a bar taking her back to their hotel and `roasting' her. So that's
what they were doing.
"Did he like that?" I ask.
"He loved it!" Greg assures me. "So did we, especially Scott; he's
never fucked a kid before. Conor couldn't get enough of it; we both
gave him a right good seeing-to!"
"Wow!"
"We're going there again next Tuesday," he says quietly. "Any chance
you could come over?"
"Don't think so, man. How would I get there?"
"I thought James might bring you; I'm sure he wouldn't mind doing you
a little favour for once."
"Nah, he'll be at work, I think."
"You could come on the train; it's not difficult. Takes nearly two
hours though; it costs too."
"How much?"
"Twenty seven quid return."
"No way, man! I only get five quid a week pocket money!"
"I'd love to come, but," I pause for a moment. "I could ask James,
but I'd have to tell him, you know, about Scott."
"You'd have to get him to promise not to say anything. I don't want
Uncle Vince finding out."
"Should be okay; I'll make him promise before I tell him. He likes
sharing secrets."
"Okay then; see what you can do. Is it okay if I call you on Monday?"
I check the calendar. "Yeah, mum'll be at work. Nine o'clock, yeah"
"Yeah, cool! Speak to you then!"
0 o 0 o 0 o 0
"James," I say, snuggling up to him, "I need to ask you something."
"Oh yes," he replies, clearly realising that I'm looking for a
favour.
I make him promise not to say anything then tell him the score.
"So you reckon on going to Basingstoke and back on the train?" he
says, sounding very uneasy.
"Yeah; Greg's done it; well, he went from here to there."
"Yeah, but he's two years older than you; you might get lost."
I go through all the train times, changing trains, everything. "I
checked it all on the internet," I tell him. "I'm not a baby, you
know."
"I know you're not," he says, ruffling my hair, "but there's just so
much that could go wrong. If you were late getting back for any
reason the shit would be right in the fan."
So that's it then. He's right, of course; trains get delayed all the
time. If I wasn't home by the time mum got back from work, I'd be in
big trouble.
"You won't say anything to Vince, will you?" I ask nervously.
"Of course not; I promised, didn't I? In any case Vince is being
stupid, telling Greg not to do anything with other boys at school
when he gets the chance. I mean, it's going to happen, isn't it?
Vince is a control-freak; he doesn't like things going on that he's
not in charge of."
We lie there quietly for a few minutes.
"You really want to go, don't you?" James asks.
"Yes, but I thought, ---- you said." My voice tails off.
"Will you promise me, if I give you the money, that you'll get to the
station in time to get the earlier train back?" he asks, holding me
very gently and speaking quietly, right into my ear.
"Yes, of course!"
"Have you got somewhere to hide the money where your mum's not going
to find it?"
"Yeah, no problem."
"Okay then!" he says shaking his head. "I must be mad!"
"Why did you change your mind?"
"Because you didn't argue about it; that means you know that what I
said makes sense. So I'm going to take a chance. You won't let me
down, will you?"
"Of course I won't!" I say, jumping on top of him and planting a big
kiss right on his lips.
0 o 0 o 0 o 0
I arrive at the station at twenty past nine. It's a perfect summer's
day. James made me promise not to go if the weather forecast was bad,
but it's going to be warm and sunny all day. I'm wearing my Crystal
Palace top and a pair of black denim shorts that James bought me on
Saturday. They're shorter than I usually wear, not really short like
they wore years and years ago, about like my grey school shorts;
quite snug like them too. They're supposed to be for our holiday in
Spain, but I'm wearing them today `cause they've got really good
pockets with flaps that clip down so I won't lose stuff.
I'm really excited, nervous too, not just because I'm going to see
Greg again; the whole thing's a big adventure, the first time I've
ever been anywhere on my own like this. I buy my tickets, put them
into one of the pockets and wander out onto the platform. It seems
like ages before the train arrives. There aren't many people waiting.
I get on and choose a seat by the window. A few seconds later, a man
sits down opposite. I don't pay him any attention, staring out of the
window as the train pulls away exactly on time. It's a couple of
minutes before I look across at him. Weird; the carriage is almost
empty; he could have sat completely on his own. The realisation of
why he's sitting where he is slowly creeps up on me. Shit! I wish I
wasn't wearing these shorts! If I'd worn my jeans or my board shorts
at least I wouldn't be giving him such a show!
"So where are you off to?" he asks, smiling at me.
"Going to stay with my cousin," I say as casually as I can manage.
"Oh, right! Aren't you taking anything with you?"
"Oh, I often stay there; I left some overnight stuff when I was there
last week."
I give myself a little pat on the back: I was prepared for that. I
thought someone might ask me, you know, where I was going, what I was
doing; I hadn't expected it to be someone like him though!
"So how old's your cousin?"
"Thirteen."
"And you're what, twelve?"
"Nearly; I'll be twelve next month."
"So what will you be getting up to?"
"Dunno; hanging out, swimming, playing soccer, whatever."
"Oh, cool! Well I hope you have a lot of fun together."
Yeah, well I know exactly what sort of fun he's talking about; I just
hope he doesn't know that I know.
"Thanks!" I say politely.
I check him out, trying not to make it too obvious. Mid forties, I'd
guess, nicely dressed and carrying a laptop. It's obvious he's going
to work or something, so it's not like he's going to do anything.
Even so, I don't like him sitting there trying to imagine what I look
like under my shorts and thinking about what me and `my cousin' are
going to be doing. I mean, it's not nice, is it? I go back to staring
out of the window, pretending he's not there. When we pull into
London Bridge he stands up. Fuck! His dick's level with my face and
it's bulging out of his trousers.
"Have fun!" he says quietly, giving me a big smile, and makes his way
off the train.
We continue the short distance to Waterloo East. I step out onto the
platform. This is the one difficult part. I've looked at it on the
map; now I've got to do it; walk from the little station at Waterloo
East to the big main line station at Waterloo. I know it's not far,
but London's so big and noisy and busy, it'd be easy to get lost. I
just have to concentrate on where I'm going; if I'm unsure, I'll ask
someone. It takes just over five minutes and I don't need to ask
anyone. I check the departures board. The train I want goes on to
Southampton City; it'll be leaving from platform five. There's plenty
of time. I walk to the barrier and put my ticket into the reader. It
pops back out; the barrier opens and I walk through.
The journey to Basingstoke is boring. No guys perving on me or
nothing, but it just seems to take for ever. I check my watch; it's
half past eleven, we're nearly there.
"We are now approaching Basingstoke" the voice from the public
address system says.
I take a deep breath. This is it. Just go out through the front of
the station; they'll meet me there. My heart's thumping. The train
glides to a halt. I get off and look around to get my bearings; seems
easy enough, just follow the sign that says `exit'. I cross over to
platform one and into the ticket hall. There they are; Greg and two
other boys! It's high fives all round as he introduces us. Scott's
bit taller than me with short fair hair; he is hot! Conor is small,
blond and very cute; wow!
"Sexy shorts!" Scott whispers to me as we leave the station. "They're
hot!"
We chat quietly about this and that as we make the five minute walk
to Scott's house. He opens the door and lets us in. It's much older
house than ours and has a sort-of lived in look about it. It's not
scruffy, but everything looks like it's been pretty well used. We
make our way through to the kitchen for a drink. It's really hot now;
I worked up a sweat just walking that short distance. We finish our
drinks and leave them on the side. My heart's thumping like crazy.
What are they going to want to do? Maybe I'll get spit-roasted like
they did to Conor.
"Okay, let's go upstairs," Scott says quietly.
He leads us to a medium sized room with twin beds in it looking out
over the small back garden. He closes the curtains.
"Right," he says, "I thought as there were four of us and we've got a
bit of time, we should take turns so everyone gets to go with
everyone else. My gaff my rules, yeah?"
We nod our agreement. I'm more than happy; we're not going to have
everyone piling on top of everyone else, I'm not sure I'd be into
that.
"Okay," he says, producing a pack of cards, "let's draw for who goes
together first; ace's high, two highest together, two lowest
together, yeah?"
We each pick a card and turn it over. Greg draws a six, Conor draws a
nine, I draw a jack. Scott picks one for himself; it's a five.
"Well," he says, grinning at Greg. "Might as well get this part out
the way, I guess; then I get two nice little bums to fuck. Come on
big boy!"
They move across to the bed nearest the wall and start undressing
each other. So it's me and Conor. I'm a bit nervous about this; I
don't really know what's expected. We just take our lead from the
other two and set about taking each other's clothes off. Pretty soon
we're down to our underwear, me in white briefs, Conor in black Bart
Simpson boxer shorts. He is well cute!
I glance across the room. Scott's just losing his boxers. Fuck! I
thought he was hot when I first saw him; naked he is totally
stunning, slim without being skinny with a good four inches of medium
thick, ramrod-straight, uncut cock, the head poking out past his
foreskin; nice pair of balls too. Wow! Am I looking forward to
getting some of that! He's not the only one who's happy that the draw
came out the way it did; once Conor and I have had some fun I'm going
to get fucked by the other two. That will be well worth making the
trip for.
Conor pulls down my briefs; I return the favour. His cock's much the
same size as mine but has a bit of a downward curve to it and his
balls are small and sit snug in their sack.
"Big balls" he says, checking me out. "Can you cum?"
"Not yet; James says I'll be able to soon."
"James; that's your sugar-daddy, yeah?"
Sugar daddy; I never heard that expression before. I know what he
means though.
"Sort of; he's mum's boyfriend."
I take the KY from the pocket of my shorts and put it on the side.
Fuck! If the guy on the train knew I'd got that he'd have cummed in
his pants! We get onto the bed, wrapping our arms round each other.
We wriggle around on the bed, our dicks rubbing together. This is
nice; Conor's really sweet. I kiss him full on the lips; he opens his
mouth, allowing my tongue inside. He doesn't kiss as well as Greg
does; he's trying, but his teeth get in the way. I hope he knows to
watch that when he sucks me. His smell's different too; well, not
really different, just nowhere like as strong. I guess that's `cause
he's not started growing up yet. There's a groan from the other bed.
I glance across; Scott's lying on his tummy with Greg's cock pushing
into his arse. Wow! That is well hot!
"Shall we suck?" Conor asks.
"Yeah, cool!"
"Can you sixty-nine?"
"Yeah! Let's go for it!"
We move into position, me on the bottom, Conor on top; there's less
danger of him biting my dick if we do it like that.
"Watch your teeth!" I tell him.
"Yeah, I know!" he says grinning back at me from between his legs.
"It's really hard when I suck Greg or Uncle Vince. I'll be okay with
yours though."
He lowers himself onto me, guiding his little prong fully into my
mouth. I can't believe how hard it is. He settles down, his chest
resting on my tummy and starts sucking me. This is great! I'm a few
inches taller than he is but once again, most of that seems to be
legs; we fit together almost perfectly. Conor's as light as I am,
having him lying on top of me feels really good. He's doing a wicked
job of sucking my cock and fucking my mouth, I love it!
I pick up the KY, lube up a couple of fingers and pass it to him.
"D'you want me to finger your bum?" he asks, pulling off for a
second."
"Yeah!" I tell him, talking round his cock.
"I've never done that before."
"Neither have I!"
We settle down again. I pull his cheeks apart. This is awkward; I
can't actually see anything. I slide my finger along his crack,
coming to rest on his hole. This is new; I've always been on the
receiving end before, same as Conor. I take a deep breath. Slowly but
firmly I push my finger into him. Conor's probing around, trying to
locate the exact spot. Finally his finger's right there. Very
tentatively he pushes it in. Ohhh! That is sooo good! I push my own
finger further into his bum and gently waggle it about. He likes that
all right; he's fucking my mouth like an over-sexed rabbit while
still managing to suck me off at the same time.
We're both getting very close. Suddenly Conor's dick jumps in my
mouth, pressing down hard on my tongue. I'm right there with him, my
cock swelling and jerking repeatedly until I'm totally spent. Very
gently Conor eases himself off me. There's another groan from the bed
a few feet away. I look across just in time to see Scott's body
shudder violently as he cums on the pillow under his hips. Fuck! That
is even hotter! Greg's really giving it to him, pounding the kid's
arse as hard as he can go. I'm sort of aware of Conor flopping down
next to me, my eyes still glued to the action. Less than a minute
later it's Greg's turn, his body bucking wildly as he pumps his spunk
into Scott's bum. Fuck! Watching it on video doesn't get close to
that!
I wrap my arm round Conor's shoulder and snuggle right up to him. We
just lie there with me stroking his silky blond hair. That was
wicked, and we've only just started. Greg lifts himself up, his
glistening cock popping out of Scott's bum. Scott gets onto his
knees, retrieving his boxers from the pillow, right where his dick
was. Well, I guess that could save a few awkward questions. He slips
them on and heads out of the room. A few minutes later he's back. He
pulls a packet of cigarettes from his shorts and offers them round.
We all refuse. He light up then sits cross-legged on the bed, his
back against the wall, chilling out, just taking the occasional drag,
his free arm round Greg's shoulder.
He finishes the ciggy and stubs it out. He snuggles a bit closer to
Greg. They whisper a few things to each other that we're too far away
to hear. Fifteen minutes pass, maybe a few more. He grins across at
us.
"You kids ready for some more?" he asks.
We both nod.
"Okay!" he announces. "Seconds out! Round two! Come here, Conor!"
Conor goes across to the other bed as Greg heads over to me. That's
pretty cool; if I'd been given the choice, that's the order I'd have
picked. We settle down into a full-scale lip lock. Mmmmm! He tastes
delicious! After a couple of minutes of tongue-tango he reaches down
and feels my bum. He pulls gently back from our kiss.
"Conor been getting you ready for me, has he?"
"Yeah! He's cool; it felt really good. Not as good as your cock's
going to feel though!"
"So are you ready then?"
"Uh-huh; I want to suck it first."
I snake my body around, resting my head on his tummy. I glance across
the room. On the other bed Scott's lying on his back with his hands
behind his head while Conor kneels between his legs, his tongue going
to work on Scott's dick. Nice! I moisten my lips, hold Greg's cock
round the base and push slowly down on it till my nose is touching
his pubes. I suck slowly up and down, savouring every last millimetre
of it. It's time to do it. I pick up the KY and smear it over his
beautifully hard cock. He gets onto his knees, moving round till he's
kneeling between my legs. As he lifts them up I turn my head to check
out the other bed. Conor's down on all fours, knees apart, hips
pushed back, shoulders down low. Scott's kneeling behind him, fucking
his firm, round bubble-butt. The expression on Conor's face tells me
how much he's enjoying it, like, a lot!
Greg's cock is probing at my hole.
"Go for it, Greg!" I say, smiling up at him.
He doesn't need to be asked twice. He pushes forwards; I relax and
let him in, his cock sliding right into me. Oooh, yeah! I want this!
I watch enraptured as he begins to fuck my hole, pulling back until
he's almost out then thrusting right in again, the tingling in my
cock building with every thrust. Groans and squeaks from the other
bed. I glance across; looks like they've cummed at the same time,
Scott bent over Conor's back, gasping like an old steam engine, his
fingers wrapped around Conor's stiff little cock. That is well cool!
Maybe when I can cum I'll be where Scott is. I look back up; Greg's
still pounding my arse. He smiles, pulls my legs further apart and
pushes himself down between them. I wrap my arms around him, pulling
him into a totally wild kiss.
The muscle spasms begin right down at my feet. A second later my legs
are thrashing around, gripping him tight, my fingers clawing at his
hair. My cock jumps into action without either of us touching it. Oh,
fuck! Greg's just seconds behind me, his breathing hot and ragged. He
slams right into me; a moment later there's the familiar feeling of
his cock swelling and jerking as he unloads into my bum. Fuckin'
wicked! It would have been worth coming here just for that!
We collapse in a heap; I am totally out of it.
"Look at this pair of lovebirds!" Scott says before taking a drag on
another cigarette. "Let's go downstairs and get something to eat
before round three, yeah?"
Sounds like a plan. Me and Greg untangle ourselves then I follow
Conor to the bathroom to get cleaned up. Back in the bedroom, Greg
and Scott are already dressed, sitting on Scott's bed waiting for us.
We pull on a few clothes and the four of us troop down to the
kitchen. There's pizza, bread rolls, fruit cake, chocolate bars and
apples. We eat hungrily; that's all this sex stuff we've been doing,
I guess. I don't know; I'm always hungry. Mum complains I eat so much
and I'm still really skinny. It's just the way I am. Anyway, I've
finished for now. I check my watch; it's ten to two. The train leaves
at ten past three; still plenty of time.
"Okay," Scott says. "Let's do it before Chris has to go home. We pile
our dirty plates into the washing-up bowl and head back upstairs.
Scott's right behind me. He puts his hand on my bum, rubbing it
through my shorts.
"Cute little arse!" he whispers. "I want plenty of that!"
It's strange; I'm bigger than Conor, but with me being so skinny my
bum's smaller than his. Scott seems to like it anyway. We all flop
down on the bed nearest the door, Greg and Scott in the middle, me
and Conor on either side. Scott and I start feeling each other up,
just getting ourselves really horny before we take our clothes off. I
lean over and try to kiss him. He pulls away.
"I don't kiss," he says huskily. "It's too girly."
Greg kicks him on the shin.
"Owww!" Scott protests.
"Who are you calling girly?" Greg demands, grinning at him.
Scott looks uncomfortable.
"It's not girly at all," Greg continues. "It's just you that thinks
it is, yeah?"
"I guess," Scott concedes. "I still don't want to do it though."
For some reason it's not a surprise; he doesn't want to kiss me, but
fucking my arse, well that's a different, yeah? Well, I'm not
complaining; I want him to fuck me anyway. We move over to the bed by
the wall and quickly undress each other. Close up he looks even
better. I kneel in front of him and suck his cock, steel hard but
silky smooth at the same time, just amazing. He holds my head,
pushing me right down to the base. That's not a surprise either. He's
okay with Greg fucking him, but with us younger kids he's the one in
charge. He doesn't actually say anything, but he makes sure we know
it just the same. After a couple of minutes he lets me go and we get
on the bed.
"I want to fuck you!" he whispers.
"Cool! How d'you want me?" I ask.
"On your tummy."
I go to grab a pillow to put it under me.
"Not like that," he says. "Down flat."
I do as he says, lying with my legs wide apart. To my surprise he
moves them closer together. He positions himself with his knees
either side of mine and sits back, his bum nestling between my shins.
I glance over my shoulder; he's lubing himself up. He lowers himself
onto me, guiding his cock straight onto my hole. One hard push, a
quick stab of pain, and it's all the way inside, his firm, flat tummy
pressed tight against my bum, pinning me to the bed. He gets down
right on top of me, his heart thumping against my back. He grips my
shoulders. Suddenly he's totally at it, fucking me with short fast
strokes, his cock jack-hammering into my arse. He's going for it
harder than anyone ever has. My brain's turning somersaults; I just
never expected him to do it like that.
"You're so fuckin' tight!" he growls.
With his cock rubbing my prostate so fast like that there's no way
I'm going to last long; seems like he isn't either. In less than a
minute everything goes mental; he's moaning and growling, digging his
fingers into my shoulders, his hot breath swirling round my face. His
cock spears right into me, swelling and pulsing, his little jets of
boy-juice squirting into my bum. I'm there too, legs flailing, bum
tightening, my dick jerking wildly, almost painfully against the
mattress. We lie there for what seems like ages, like neither of us
can move.
At last he lifts himself off me. Slowly, awkwardly I get off the bed
and head for the bathroom for a quick shower. My head's completely
fucked. Why did he do that? I like having it up the bum, yeah, but
that just wasn't right. Sure, it was really intense and I dry-cummed
and that, but it was like he didn't give a shit how I was feeling. I
know he's not that big, but he's around fifteen pounds heavier than
me. Having him right on top of me like that was really uncomfortable;
I'm sore all over.
I step out of the shower and dry off. I check myself in the mirror.
There are red marks on my shoulders where his fingers bit into me.
Shit, man, that's not right! He just didn't have to do that. I make
my way back to the bedroom. As I walk in, Scott gets up off the bed
and comes over to me.
"Are you all right, man?" he asks, looking concerned. "Sorry, I
shouldn't have, you know, gone at it like that; just got carried
away. Sorry, man."
He extends a hand. I take it; we hug. We don't kiss but we hug. He's
said sorry, that's it; I'm not going to keep being angry with him. A
lesson learned, I guess, I don't want anyone to fuck me like that
again; it's sort of spoiled what was a pretty amazing day. We pull on
our clothes and make the short walk to the station. They all say
their goodbyes and thank me for coming over. Scott looks really sad
to see me go; I guess it's `cause he knows he screwed up. I head out
onto the platform to wait for the train.
The journey back to London drags even more than the journey down; it
feels like I'll never get there. At last I get off the train and set
off to walk back to Waterloo East. The streets are hot and noisy,
bustling with people all rushing in different directions. I can't
wait to be out of it. I have to wait twenty minutes for the train to
take me home. Finally it arrives. I get on and find a seat. I'm so
tired it's all I can do to keep my eyes open. It's as well that our
station's the end of the line. Slowly, painfully, I count off the
stations; all I want now it to get home.
I open the front door and let myself in. I collapse into an armchair;
I can't believe how tired I am. It's twenty past five. I drag myself
out of the chair; mum will be home soon and I've got to get
everything ready for her to cook dinner. I plod upstairs to freshen
up and change my clothes. I've messed my underpants; seems it doesn't
matter how careful you are, you know, there's always s bit that gets
left behind and leaks out afterwards. I potter around getting things
sorted, trying to get my head round everything that's happened. I'm
glad I went but I know one thing; I won't be going back.