Date: Wed,  7 Nov 2007 23:25:13 +0000
From: George Anderson <georgeanderson@onetel.com>
Subject: Nice Part No 1.{George Anderson}( BB )[Part No.1! ]

Nice.  It's such an over-used word, and yet an entirely appropriate
description of both Adam and Greg.  They are a couple of all-round, nice
human beings.  Their teachers would describe them as "nice lads"; their
best friends would probably call them "nice guys", and the girls would
almost certainly call them "really nice guys".  In fact it would be
virtually impossible to find anyone who would make a negative comment about
either of them.  They're sporty, intelligent, good-looking, generous,
humorous - what is there not to like?  Best of friends since they met in
primary school, the two have grown up together, their friendship
strengthening as time has passed, until at the age of 17 they are almost
inseparable.  That is, before Adam got himself a girl friend - Sarah - who
has, as far as Greg is concerned, really come between Adam and himself.  Of
course the two boys still meet up a lot, but it's not the same, though Greg
certainly would never say anything to jeopardise their friendship.  He
values it too much, and always makes sure he doesn't react or show his
disappointment when Sarah takes preference over him.

"So, are you coming over tonight, Adam"?  Greg's question was asked as the
two made their way towards the showers following their regular Thursday
swimming training session.

"Sorry, Greg, but I've arranged to go to the cinema with Sarah.  She wants
to see the latest Harry Potter.  Do you fancy coming along as well?  I'm
sure Sarah wouldn't mind.  She could even bring one of her friends along to
make it a foursome".

"Nah - I'll give it a miss; not really my scene.  You and Sarah enjoy
yourselves, and I'll catch up with you at tennis training after school
tomorrow."

"Did I not tell you that I have a dentist appointment tomorrow"?  Greg
shook his head, and it was hard for him not to register his disappointment.
"I'm really sorry, Greg, but just think - look at all the extra help you'll
get with me not being there!"

Greg knew Adam was trying to put a positive slant on things, but he felt
pretty pissed-off, even though he would enjoy being with the recently
appointed sports teacher, Jordan McIntyre.  Jordan was a young Canadian
teacher, who was in Scotland for 12 months, partly to teach, but also to
discover something about his Scottish roots.  It certainly gave fresh
impetus to the tennis coaching in the school, where the bias most certainly
favoured rugby - not a sport that either Adam or Greg enjoyed.  No matter
how much he liked Jordan - a really cool guy, who asked to be called by his
first name - it couldn't alter the fact that Adam and he should have been
practising for a doubles match.  Sarah obviously wasn't responsible for the
dental appointment, but the way Greg was thinking at the moment, it was
entirely possible that her father was the dentist!

Adam and Greg reached the showers, positioning themselves under adjacent
showerheads.
  
"I'll catch up with you over the weekend - Sarah's folks are taking her to
visit family on Saturday, and won't be back until late Sunday night, so we
can chill out Saturday night if you'd like"?

Greg's surly "I'll see" made Adam decide to say no more, and, taking the
bottle of shampoo, he turned his back to Greg and began working up a
lather.

With the showers being situated at the edge of the pool, there was no way
that anyone could remove their swimming costume, but for Greg, in
particular, this was no handicap. He knew that within seconds of taking off
his trunks he would have, like most lads his age, a raging hard-on.  At
least within the privacy of a cubicle he could deal with matters in the
usual way - not that having a wank was in any way a duty!  That particular
activity gave Greg a lot of pleasure, and he certainly didn't restrict
himself to occasions after swimming - though it must be said, the extra
thrill of possible discovery always intensified his orgasm.  The problem
was trying not to groan when cumming into his towel, knowing that any
second Adam might pop his head over the partition.  Even standing next to
Adam under the shower was s potential embarrassment because, truth to tell,
Greg was almost certainly gay.  And the object of all his desires and
fantasies was his very best friend of some 12 years - Adam.  Why "almost
certainly gay"?  Well, apart from his own hand, no one had ever touched him
in any way sexually.  Sure, in his fantasies he and Adam had indulged in
all sorts of wonderful activities - and some, Greg thought, which might not
even be possible.  In his own mind only disgusting, depraved people could
even think about licking someone's ass, or spraying cum on someone's face,
but these were recurrent fantasies for Greg.

He glanced at Adam's strong, muscular back, tapering down into his swimming
trunks.  He felt he knew every inch intimately, and even had a pretty good
picture of what Adam's ass looked like, having had frequent, all-too-brief
glimpses when the two lads shared a cubicle after tennis coaching.  His
memories were sufficiently strong that he could visualise those two
magnificent globes even when caressed by tightly stretched Speedos.  How he
wished he could have just as close a contact.  Greg's mind started to drift
off into his world of fantasy . .  . . .

"So, what will you do tonight, then"?  Adam's question brought Greg quickly
back to reality, and he hoped that he hadn't made the focus of his
attention too obvious.

"I've, eh, eh, got some Chemistry homework to finish, then I'll probably
watch a DVD".

"You do have an exciting life-style, don't you!" joked Adam, as the two
lads moved into the changing area to find a couple of cubicles.

What they hadn't bargained on was the visit by a primary school class,
meaning that all available cubicles were occupied.

"Shit! All these little sprogs have taken all the spaces" groaned Greg.

"Not quite", said Adam, who'd spotted the cubicle for the disabled, which
was big enough to take a wheelchair, and could easily accommodate two
teenage lads.  "If you don't mind sharing, we could use that".

"Good idea", replied Greg - "It'll certainly save standing about waiting
for forty 10-year olds to get themselves organised".  So, collecting their
clothes from their lockers, the two lads returned to the disabled cubicle,
entered, and locked the door.  "It's huge compared to what we normally have
to use - mind you, I suppose anyone in a wheelchair would need a lot more
space".

Conversation lulled as both boys started drying themselves, taking care to
have their backs to each other.  It's not that either was in any way
prudish or embarrassed, it's just that they'd never stripped off completely
in each other's presence.  Adam broke the silence;

"Greg, are you any good at untying knots?  I can't get the cord of my
trunks undone; it seems to have got really tight".

"I'll have a go - get yourself over here".  Greg sat on the bench, and the
object of his desires walked over towards him.  Greg could hardly believe
that Adam had actually asked him to help get him out of his trunks - it had
been something Greg had fantasised about for years.  All 6 foot 2 inches of
splendid youth stood in front of Greg, the tight knot being precisely at
eye level, and the swollen front of Adam's Speedos being perfectly
positioned for a long, luscious lick.  All Greg would have to do is lean
forward slightly, but he keeps himself under control (of a kind) as his
fingers work at undoing the knot, which was indeed, very tight.  Progress
was not fast, though if Greg were being honest, he wasn't rushing!  An
opportunity like this might never come again.  Adam felt his cock starting
to harden - hardly a surprise, really.

"Emm - how's it going"?

"I think it's starting to loosen" - which is more than could be said for
Greg's own cock.

Like most teenage lads, it took little more than a sexual thought to bring
his prick to "attention"!  Without fully thinking things through, he
suggested that Adam turn around to see if working at the knot from the
other side was any improvement.  Greg held back ever so slightly as he
stood up and tentatively reached out his arms to encircle Adam's tight
waist.  He realised, too late, that he would have to stand close to Adam -
probably touching Adam - and the front of his trunks were now nicely
tented.  He leaned over Adam, enjoying the contact between chin and
shoulder, watching his hands pulling and pushing at the tight knot.  How
easy it would be to know allow his fingers to move a little lower, and
gently caress the temptingly large bulge now clearly visible.  It would
take only a few seconds to bring his friend to fully hard, to then release
the chord, and slip the top of Adam's trunks beneath what Greg assumed
would be large, spunk-filled balls.  His fantasy continued with his left
hand fondling and squeezing Adam's balls, while jerking him off with his
right hand.  Being so occupied in mind, Greg failed to notice that his own
trunks were now obscenely pointing towards Adam's tight ass, and as his
thoughts drifted, he lodged his hard dick between the firm mounds of prime
Scottish rump.

"Thanks, Greg", said Adam, "that's it loose now!"

The boys separated quickly, each more than a little flustered by events of
the previous minute.  Greg slipped off his trunks, and his hard prick, glad
to be freed from the confines, slapped against his hard stomach.  Unless he
wanted to be arrested for gross indecency, there was only one solution - a
speedy wank into his towel.

Being as surreptitious as possible, he tried to look like he was drying the
front of his body, and soon managed to release a large load of boy cum.
"What a waste" he thought, thinking of how he would have enjoyed having his
hot spunk splatter over his stomach and chest.  This was neither hardly the
time nor the place, however.  Having made as little noise as possible he
sat down on the bench to be given a perfect view of Adam's damp ass - how
Greg longed to bury his face between the two mounds and savour the delights
of the young guy's arsehole.

"What a gorgeous ass" thought Greg as his imagination took him into totally
uncharted territory, and it was only the tiny whimper from Adam that
brought Greg back to reality - could it be that his hunky best mate was
having a wank?  "I'd love to kiss your arse, and suck your cock" was Greg's
next thought, but this time he unwittingly gave voice to it.
  
"What'd you say, Greg?", asked Adam.

Greg's startled response was to stumble his way through the single word
"Wh, wh , wh, what?"

"I thought you said something", responded Adam.

"Not me - it must be someone in another cubicle".  "O shit! What a time to
say what I was thinking", thought Greg.

He could only hope that Adam hadn't heard clearly what he'd said.  Greg
looked over at Adam, who still had his back towards Greg, and wasn't
totally surprised to see some very small, though very suggestive movements.
To a practised wankerlike himself, the repeating arm movements were a give
away, but if any further proof were needed, then it came suddenly, like
Adam himself, when Greg spotted the little shudder, the quivering leg
movement, the extended, quiet groan as Adam spurted his load into the
towel.
  
"Mmm", thought Greg, "Nice!"

End of Chapter 1