Date: Sat, 5 May 2012 15:34:26 +0100
From: Angelo DG <rodnsnatch@hotmail.com>
Subject: More Than Okay - Chapter 3

First and foremost,

Thanks to all you guys who have supported me by sending your feedback, you
know who you are. It's taken me a bit longer to get this chapter written
due to work and personal commitments, but it's finally here. So enjoy!

All characters and situations herein are COMPLETELY TRUE and only the names
of characters have been changed to protect their true identities.


More Than Okay

Chapter 3


"What the fuck is going on here!...What the hell were you doing!?"

Climbing out of my Dad's car, I reluctantly turned and said goodbye to him,
shutting the door. As he sped off in his ancient red Rover, I felt the
eventual inevitability of loneliness.
	I had never been to a new school before on my own, let alone one
that was far from where I came from. A new area, a new school and a new
life; on my own. Not only was I completely new to what seemed like the
whole planet; I was a year late to the school. The year group I would be
joining had already started their first year last year and were obviously
going to be well acquainted with each other and the faculty.  But that was
just not complicated and awkward enough for me, no. I had to be a good two
months late arriving to my new school year. Travelling and being indecisive
were only some of my parents' wonderful traits, so therefore I had to pay
for their late decisions.

Opening the huge oak entrance doors, I was immediately greeted by an
elderly joyous receptionist, who looked to have about a pot of coffee
flowing through her. Bouncing off her chair, she told me to close the door
behind me and wait a second while she went and got my papers, presuming I
was the new arrival. In a flash she was back holding a tiny bundle of
papers and a ring-bound book.

"Hello there young man! You must be Ryan, very nice to meet you. I am Mrs
Clemens, your receptionist here at St Bernard's Middle and we're happy to
have you here with us."

I don't think anyone had ever smiled a more jubilantly wide and proudly
happy smile. She handed me the small stack.

"These are your introductory papers to get you started. That book is your
homework journal, those sheets include your timetable which you are
expected to copy into your journal for safe keeping and those other papers
your teacher will fill you in on. You set?"

No, can I go home and crawl in a hole and stay there until I've grown up?

"Yes, I think so, thanks Mrs Clemens."I smiled back rather sheepishly.

"Well off you go young man and good luck."

I walked on through the wood panelled walls, my feet echoing off of the
laminate wood flooring. I pushed a heavy set door outward to a round
courtyard. There were three gigantic buildings circled around the
courtyard. I looked down on my sheets for any indication of directions to
my form.

"8C"

I took the page and tucked it to the bottom of the pile I was holding to
reveal the next page with a list of all the forms and the corresponding key
points located on a map diagram on the bottom of the page. My class was the
building straight up ahead. So nervously, I trudged along, dragging my feet
to what felt was my impending doom.
	I walked through the doors and stepped on a shiny marble floor and
followed the map up the stair case directly in front of me. When I got to
the top, I turned right and proceeded down a long corridor. All along the
corridor there were doors on either side of the walls with form ID's above
in gold plate.

"7B...7C...7E...8A...8B....8B."

I had arrived.

I waited outside the door trying to wipe my hands of the sweat that had
been dripping off my palms and in effect, wetting my papers. I heard the
teacher taking the register, calling out the pupils' name in alphabetical
order.

"Oh man, I can't go in now, everyone's going to stare at me and she's going
to be pissed that I interrupted her and then I'm goi-"

"YOUNG MAN! Don't you have a form room to attend! Do you want me to contact
your TUTOR!"

This big bellowing man with a beard and bald head standing at the end of
the hallway was shouting. And there wasn't anyone else in the corridor
apart from me. I lunged for the door and yanked it open to a whole
classroom, including teacher, staring at me. I carefully shut the door
behind me without turning.

"Can I help you?"

"Erm...yes. Apparently, I'm supposed to be in your form Miss."

"May I see your documents please."I handed her my papers including the
journal, but she handed it straight back.

"No no, you keep your journal. I just need to make sure you are who I am to
be expecting."

She brushed through the pages, only giving each a few seconds glance. When
she finished she kept a hold of a couple and handed me back the rest.

"Good, I see we're all prepared. Welcome. I am Mrs Corningstone your form
tutor and this will be your form. Everyone, this is Ryan and he is new
starting today. Please show him our usual generous hospitality and guidance
and help him to fit in as soon and as happily as possible."

The whole form mumbled a greeting in unison, most smiling and some not even
looking up from their desks.

"You will be sitting next to Liam over there at the back and he will be the
one and only person you will be required to sit next to during every form
gathering. He will also be responsible for showing you to your lessons and
helping you with any other matters. Do you have any questions?"

"No Miss."

"Good, then could you please proceed to your seat and we'll carry on with
the registration."

I walked down the narrow row of desks to the back of the class and popped
myself down next to a blond, spiky haired kid with big stuck out ears as
flat and and almost as big as saucers. He smiled and offered his hand to
which I shook.

"Hi."

"Hey."

"My names Liam."

"I'm Ryan. Nice to meet you."

There was something about Liam I instantly liked. Like the feeling you've
met someone who's about to become an important part of your life. Someone
who is going to stick with you for a long time to come. That was just
it. We were instant friends.

* * *

Liam took my my left hand in his right and lead me out of his bedroom back
onto the landing and walked us across to his bathroom.
	As there wasn't anyone at his house, we didn't see point to closing
the door and being quiet. Liam turned on the shower while I began
disrobing. His bathroom was a beautiful porcelain white luxury spa with
gold trimmed towels and a bidet situated around a wall waist
high. Suspended on the wall behind the bidet was a floor to ceiling mirror
that had lights bordered all around. It was like being in a very wealthy
celebrities bathroom.
	The water sprayed out the shower head hanging on the wall above the
bath, with steam gradually rising. Liam and I were now completely naked
with our clothes chucked into a corner on a single pile. We looked into one
another's eyes with only what could be deemed as totally unbridled lust and
need and then walked to each other to embrace. Liam broke from the kiss;

"Let's get you cleaned up and ready, shall we?"

I gave him a peck on the lips and climbed into the bath and pulled him in
after me me holding his hand. When he got in, we both stood under the water
and began kissing again, pressing our we bodies against each other. I
started massaging his stiff cock that was pressed against my hip while
slipping my tongue in and out of his hungry mouth.
	Breaking away from the embrace, he turned me around and put his
arms around my stomach, pulling me up against him. He started grinding his
solid rock stiff cock against my bum cheeks, up and down. His cock felt
like it was pointing upwards and he was just grinding up like a hotdog
between my cheeks. While grinding, Liam slipped his hands down to my
crotch. Taking my 6 inch thick cock in his right hand and my balls in his
left, he proceeded to stroke me in long slow hard strokes. My knees buckled
and I ground harder against his thin 6 and a half inch cock. I turned my
head to the left and stuck my tongue out with eyes closed and felt his warm
mouth close on tongue. Having my tongue sucked, a hard stiffy gliding up
and down between my ass cheeks and my cock slowly wanked, I was in complete
bliss. I had never up to that moment been in such paradise; I was swimming
in ecstasy.
	I pulled my tongue out his mouth and reached for some shower gel
that was on the side of the bath and squirted some on my cock. Liam started
rubbing on the gel while in the process rubbing me off.

After the literally steamy shower we had, both of us cleaned up properly
and rinsed off. We decided that drying off would be a waste of time. So we
walked back to his bedroom and I pushed him on the bed and I laughed. He
turned and grabbed my stiff dick and gently pulled me down to him.

"Now I've got you by the cock and you can't do anything!" he giggled.

I jumped on him; we entwined, rolled over one another, mildly wrestling to
be on top in a wet haze of erotic heat and lust. Heavy breathing quickly
ensued and tickling turned to feeling and fondling. We stopped rolling
around with me lying on top of him. Then we looked into each others eyes
again, staring into the bare soul of one another. He lifted his head from
the pillow and pressed his lips to mine, slowly closing his eyes as
pleasure and passion slowly took place.

I licked his bottom lip and then entered his mouth with my eager tongue
while my right hand went exploring the rest of his awaiting body. My
fingers trailed his thigh and then slowly caressed his inner thigh while
fucking his mouth with my tongue. Moans escaped the both of us, with only
pure ecstasy lingering. My right hand then proceeded to his rock hard
member and begun stroking him with a teasing pace. He obviously got
frustrated because within a couple of minutes he pushed me over and
straddled me, sitting directly on my cock. I begun grinding my cock against
his ass and he started stroking himself.

"Can I fuck you?" he asked.

"You got the lube?"

"Yes. I had to make a quick stop by the corner shop when you said you
didn't, so we're alright."

With that, he got off of me, gave my cock a suck and then a lick and then
went to the drawer by the side of his bed and pulled out a tub of KY
Jelly. Suddenly I felt nervous. Watching those porn flicks of the women
receiving anal looked painful. Sure they were moaning and begging for more,
but their faces seemed to betray their true emotions.
	He climbed back on the bed, opening the lid off the tub and stuck a
finger in. He then asked me to turn around and stand on my hands and
knees. I knew this particular position to be doggy style. What a great
name.

"I'm going to stick in my fingers to loosen you up, okay."

I felt a wet finger prod my rectum and then slowly glide in. It actually
didn't feel too bad, a bit weird, but nothing harsh. Then I felt a second
finger slide in. This time it got stranger and I instinctively closed up on
him.

"Try to relax."

I tried, but it was a lot harder said than done when he inserted a third.

"Oooo, take it slow okay."

"Okay. I'm going to try and get myself inside now. Just breathe and relax
and then everything will be find and hopefully painless."

He pulled his fingers out and when I looked around to see what he was
doing, I was met by the site of him lubing his stiff red cock, slowly
stroking. He then rubbed some more lube on my pucker and then closed the
lid to the tub and chucked it to one side. He grabbed his cock and took
aim. Very slowly, he prodded my asshole with his cock while spreading my
cheeks as best as he could. I got met with an instant twinge of pain and
pressure.

"Ahhh, take it easy, okay?"

"Sorry, I'll try."

He continued to slowly glide his cock inside me and all I could do was
reflexively tense up. I couldn't help myself. I think our bodies were just
designed that way. When I looked around to see what his thoughts were I was
taken aback. He's eyes were closed and his head was almost tilted all the
way back with his mouth open and tongue half way out. He was in complete
ecstasy.

"I would ask for you not to tense up so much, but it feels so fucking
ridiculously amazing. If you keep on squeezing, I'm going to cum before I
get the chance to be inside you completely."

I was never one to spoil another persons fun, even if that meant I was in
pain, so I just gritted my teeth and let out a moan, letting him know that
he could continue. He inserted himself a bit more until I felt his balls
touch my ass and then an intense pressure when his head hit my prostate.

"Ahhhhhh, Oh my dear____Ahhhhh!"

He moaned so loud, I thought the neighbours would end up knocking on his
door any minute. He proceed to push as hard has he could, collapsing on my
pack and resting his head on my shoulders. He then shifted a bit and pushed
a bit harder, even when he had all of himself in my already.

"Fuck me, you're tight and amazing."

 He pushed himself off my back and instead rested both his hands on the
arch of my back and then pulled himself out until only the tip of his cock
was only in me.

"Okay, I'm going to go for it."

Without giving me another chance to question what he'd just stated, he
rammed his cock all the way inside me.

"FUCK!, Ahhhhhh!" I shouted.

He didn't stop, he just pulled out again and rammed himself back in my
hole, again and again.

Soon enough, there was no longer pain, but a pleasure I could finally
relate to.

"Fuck me harder, fuck me faster, nng, nng."

He indeed did that. He went back resting his head on my back while he
thrust with all his might. With a few more hits to the prostate though, I
unconsciously shot a huge load of cum onto his bed

"Ahh, shit, I've just cum."

"What? Without you touching yourself?"

"It appears so."

He reach around my waist with his hand and started to stroke me in time
with his thrusts and before I could say another word, the combination of
his cock hitting my sweet spot and his strokes sent me over the edge. I
only came a small amount, but the orgasm made my whole body tremble and my
knees almost gave way. I moaned loudly, letting him know his success.

"Now, cum inside me, please."

He took his hand away from my cock and rested it on my back with his other
hand, A couple of minutes later, his face was by mine and his hands had
gripped my shoulders and when I turned to kiss him, he moaned into my mouth
and pulled my shoulders back doing single hard thrusts while he filled me.

"AHHHH!"

He literally screamed out in pleasure as his continued to thrust.

When he finished he pulled out and fell down beside me. I lay down on my
side facing him and I felt the cum begin to leak from my hole. He moved his
lips to mine and we slowly and passionately shared a french kiss. The most
sensual kiss we've shared to date.

"That was fucking unbelievable." he said with a grin.

"And you're a fucking animal." I laughed.

We got up and went back to the bathroom to get our clothes back on. Liam
said his parents would be home any time soon, so he didn't want to be
caught in the shower with me and wouldn't have a reason why I was showering
round his place alone either. I didn't mind. I didn't live too far away
anyway.

We went back in his room and played some Halo on his computer and heard his
parents come into the house.

"Hey Liam!" A man whom I presumed to be his father shouted up.

"Hey Dad!"

The television downstairs was turned on and the volume turned up with the
sound of a football match being played.

After a half hour, Liam turned the game off.

"I better get downstairs, my Aunt is going to be around about now."

"Okay, cool." We both stood up and he walked to his bedroom door and opened
it. Before he could walk out, I grabbed his shoulder and turned him around.

"And when should I be back for more?"

He took hold of my waist and crushed my crotch into his, grinding each
other.

"How about next weekend?" He smiled

I moved in for a kiss and pushed him hard against the wall, making a loud
thud. He didn't break away, so I continued to kiss him, our tongues
tangling and battling. He then lifted his left leg and coiled it around my
right, grinding his cock harder into mine. I moved my lips from his, down
to his neck and he closed his eyes leaning his head against the wall and
moaning softly. I faintly heard two light treads up the stairs to our right
and a couple outside his door and I just looked to the corner of my eye to
see if anyone was there, just when Liam's dad came into view.

"What the fuck is going on here!...What the hell were you doing!?"

We broke apart like we had been burnt and he pushed me off hard to the
other side of the room.

"Get the fuck off me." Liam said with complete shock in his eyes.

I felt myself go red and could only look at the floor.

"What the hell were you two doing?"

"Nothing, he was just wrestling me. I'll see you later Ryan."

I couldn't bring myself to look up, so I faintly said bye and walked
downstairs to his front door, took my shoes and walked out without putting
them on. Before I closed the door behind me I heard Liam's dad say to him:

"I think we have some things to talk about here, faggot."

I cringed and closed the door. I had never heard that word said to anyone
before, let alone a father saying it to his son. In the space of 5 minutes,
our day of heaven just got pushed down to hell. I put on my shoes and
started on the walk home feeling the cum leaking down my leg. I couldn't
help but feel self conscious, thinking that people saw some huge stain on
the back of my jeans and knew exactly what it was and how I got it. I
walked a few more minutes up the road when my phone started vibrating in my
pocket. I really wasn't in the mood to answer it right now, but if it was
Liam and he needed help, I wouldn't want to leave him in the dark. I pulled
out my phone and read the caller on the screen.

"Jamie?"


Thanks for the immeasurable amounts of patience you guys have had for me to
post this chapter. Now that I'm back home and a bit rested with some free
time, I'll be able to start on the next chapter quickly. Thanks for the
support and as always, the feedback is always appreciated and will always
be replied to by myself.

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