Date: Fri, 23 Nov 2007 23:39:40 +0000
From: George Anderson <georgeanderson@onetel.com>
Subject: Nice Part No 5.{George Anderson}( solo M )[Part No.5! ]

The usual disclaimers apply; sorry, if you're not 18, you'll have to wait!
For those who do read further, this is fantasy (with a tiny bit of reality
early on in the series), and is the original work of the author, who holds
the copyright.  You're welcome to share with a friend, and I'd appreciate
any thoughts/comments. It would be good to hear from you (thanks to those
who have written), but in the meantime, enjoy!

NICE 5

The journey to Loch Lomond took quite a while due to Friday evening
traffic, but Adam didn't mind, sitting as he was in Sarah's parents'
Mercedes R Class - really, a very pleasant way to travel, and a further
indication, if one were needed, that Sarah's folks were loaded.  Sarah and
Adam passed the time in idle chat - at least, Sarah was extremely good at
the chat "My God! Does she ever stop?" thought Adam to himself.  Most of
the time the topic was Sarah, who she liked, what she wanted to do next
day, gossip involving school friends . "So, what time are you going to
visit your aunt tomorrow, then?" interrupted Adam.

 "Well, we're planning to leave around two o'clock, so that gives us the
whole morning together!  Won't it be great!"

In Sarah's opinion that statement was fact, and not a question, but Adam
wasn't quite so sure - "Yeah - great!!"

Around 8 p.m. they drove into an exclusive development of loch-side chalets
- but these were definitely holiday homes for the seriously rich.  Each was
set in its own secluded area, sufficiently distanced from other chalets to
afford complete privacy.  And as for the interior - wow! Stunning
Scandinavian design, with acres of space, state of the art kitchen, and
each bedroom having its own shower and toilet - "Adam - hang on in there
boy - you've landed lucky!"  Adam's room was conceived as a family room,
with a double bed and sofa, plus a large side room, separated by two
louvered doors.  Ideally for Adam, this contained a worktable, and also had
Internet access - Sarah had been right in suggesting that Adam bring his
laptop.  He'd have his English assignment finished in no time.

After a light supper, Sarah and Adam went for a walk to explore the
fantastic setting.  Thankfully Sarah had managed to get her mouth under
control - in fact, she said very little as they strolled through the trees,
her left hand in Adam's right.  Adam couldn't really think of much to say
so, finding the silence a little awkward, he asked Sarah, "Penny for them".

"What? Oh! My thoughts.  Well, I was wondering if you were planning to
. visit me . later".  Adam, despite being almost 18 years old, had never
had a serious girlfriend before, and if he understood Sarah correctly, it
was an area that was completely new to him.  "I'm sure you know what I
mean, Adam, hmm?"  While the idea certainly had its appeal, there was no
way he was going to risk any nocturnal visits with Sarah's parents in the
same house.  Just to make absolutely sure that Adam got the message, she
continued "Don't you have certain .  needs?"  Adam was glad that the light
was fading, as it saved his embarrassment being all too obvious.

"Come on," and Sarah pulled Adam towards a clump of trees.  Moving to an
area obscured from the path, Sarah pushed Adam against the tree and grabbed
his head before planting her lips firmly against his. !  Although Adam been
going out with Sarah for only a few weeks, this forward attitude was
something he'd never seen before.  Sarah was clearly no novice when it came
to entertaining her boyfriends, and her hands were quick to find their way
under Adam's T-shirt and up to his chest.  Adam was experiencing somewhat
mixed emotions; the blood was certainly rushing to his groin, but hadn't
completely deserted his brain, which was trying to come to terms with the
sensory shock of Sarah's full-scale assault.  However, that was as nothing
compared to the shock of feeling Sarah's hand confidently lowering his zip,
then deftly slipping her hand inside his trousers and giving him a good
grope.

Adam pulled his mouth away: "Sarah!"

"Quiet! - you'll attract attention."

"For goodness' sake - what d'you think you're doing!?"

"Isn't it obvious?"  Sarah tried to slip her hand under the edge of Adam's
briefs, her fingertips making brief contact with his balls.  Under
different circumstances, Adam might well have enjoyed a vigorous fondle,
but he managed to pull Sarah's hand away from his hardening dick; "Oh, Adam
- just when things were getting interesting.  I didn't think you were such
a prude.

"I'm going back to the chalet!"

"Adam! Don't be such a prick; I thought you'd like it!"

"Well, you thought wrong.  Keep it for your other boyfriends".

"Perhaps you'd prefer it if it was YOUR boyfriend's hand!"

Adam responded in a fury, "What did you say? What the fuck do you mean?"
Sarah, astonished at Adam's violent reaction was, for once, at a loss for
words.  "Well!  What d'you mean?"

"I'm sorry, Adam".

"Sorry! - it's a bit fuckin' late for that!  You've never liked Greg, have
you!?  And to say what you just said.."  Adam's mind was racing, and the
words just didn't come.  To say that a raw nerve had been touched was
putting it mildly, and anyone who had know Adam would have been astonished
at the ferocity of his tirade.  Turning on his heels he strode back to the
path and towards the chalet.

"Adam, Adam - wait!"

But there was no stopping him. He hadn't even thought how he would explain
things to Sarah's parents "Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!  Why the fuck did I come
here!"

Adam found himself outside the chalet, and could see Sarah's mum and dad
sitting in the living area.  His breathing was beginning to slow a little,
and his heart wasn't pounding quite as much.

"Adam - please - wait.  Let me explain".

"There's nothing to explain, Sarah.  You said what you said, and it can't
be un-said.  End of the matter."

"Please listen, Adam.  I'm really sorry.  What I said was spiteful and
wrong.  I just get frustrated when I have to take second place to Greg.  I
know he's your best friend, and I'll have to try and accept that, but I
think of you as MY best friend, and I hope you might think of me in the
same way.  Can't you maybe try to see things from my side?  Adam?"  Adam's
thoughts were still in turmoil and the last thing he wanted to do was say
something he'd regret later.  Time stopped.  "Adam, I want us to have a
lovely weekend.  Please?  I'm really sorry; you have to believe me."

Adam continued his silence, not out of any desire to pressurise Sarah, but
to avoid any further unpleasantness.  Actually he had no idea of what he
could say to Sarah - he needed time to think.  "OK.  I'll say nothing to
your folks, and I'll try to put it out of my mind.  I accept your apology
but, to be honest, I don't know how I'm going to feel in the morning.
We'll go in together and I'll say I want to get some of my assignment done,
so we don't have to sit in awkward silence.  Are you OK with that?"  Sarah
nodded quietly.  "OK, let's go".

The two walked in and managed to offer convincing responses to the
inevitable "Did you have a nice walk?" question.  After a few minutes Adam
asked to be excused, saying he would like to get some of his work done
before bedtime, which would then allow him more time in the morning.  He
headed for his bedroom, glad to be on his own. He wasn't at all sure where
things would go from their present sorry state, but he was fairly certain
that Sarah would no longer be part of any plans.  And thinking how he'd
deliberately avoided Greg earlier in the day wasn't helping matters either.

Adam's mind was filled with memories and thoughts, not only of today, but
of recent days - 'Greg: how could I have been so neglectful of my best
friend?  And then there was the incident in the cubicle - is Greg gay?  Am
I gay?  And what about Sarah - did I completely misjudge her? Why did I
stop her?  Do I want to have sex with her?  And why did I react so strongly
when she mentioned Greg?  Oh shit!  What a fucking mess.'  He tried to make
some sense of things, but just couldn't get his head round the problem.
Realising that there was nothing he could do to change the situation, Adam
decided to try and get some of his assignment completed.  He walked the few
steps to the table, powered up his laptop, and attempted to focus on the
task.  Predictably he found it impossible to make any progress as his mind
wouldn't allow him to shut out the confused thoughts that were racing
around inside his head.  He stared blankly at the screen.  Almost against
his wishes he found himself bringing up the Google search page; he felt
unable to resist typing in the 3 letters that had loomed large in his
mental torment.

Adam stared at the search box as g - a - y appeared.  He hit the Return key
and was soon confronted by the first page of results - showing the first 10
from over 350 million.  A soft "shit" escaped form Adam's mouth and he
licked his dry lips as he began to scroll through the list of websites.
One immediately jumped out - "Being Gay is Okay" - a site for young people
who were questioning their sexuality.  Adam clicked on the link, and was
astonished to learn that many others were experiencing problems so similar
to his own.  There was even a letter from someone called Greg, but Adam was
sure it wasn't the Greg he knew.  Ever more fascinated, Adam explored some
of the other offerings: gay youth; gay slang; am I gay? ; gay stories.  As
he read some of the information on offer he was coming to the conclusion,
slowly but surely, that he was, if not gay, at least bisexual.  Adam typed
"Gay pictures" into the Google search box - "Only 21 million!"  It was like
a child being let loose in the biggest sweet shop in the world - every link
took him to new delights.  Adam became aware of a growing sense of
discomfort as his cock fought to escape from the confines of his briefs.
Adam allowed his left hand to rub the bulge at the front of his jeans, his
eyes enjoying the visual feast on offer.  There were amazing pictures -
Adam found himself disgusted and excited in equal measure - of guys showing
off their hard cocks; guys offering views of their stretched ass-holes;
guys jerking themselves off and shooting off their hot load; guys sucking
other guy's cocks; even guys drinking other guy's cum.  Adam's self-grope
grew more vigorous, and his right hand lowered his zip, allowing the white
bulge to protrude through the opening.  And then he saw a picture that
shocked and thrilled in equal measure - "It's Greg!!"

Adam stared in disbelief at the blond stud that looked out at him from the
screen.  Leaning forward he took in every tiny detail - and some that
weren't quite so tiny - spotting the leather necklace, with a silver
pendant.  Greg, he knew, never wore any jewellery, but in all other
respects it could have been his best friend - the same dirty blond hair,
the same handsome face - and the same gorgeous ass!  Adam undid his belt,
slipping jeans and briefs down his legs in a single, swift movement.
Lifting his right hand to his mouth, he gave his palm a thorough licking
before allowing it to return to his foreskin, enjoying the sensations as it
slipped easily, up and down over his knob.  Occasional spasms of delight,
accompanied by small, intense gasps, became more frequent, and his right
hand started to jerk his cock in a wild, uncontrollable outburst of sexual
energy.

Adam's left hand rolled his nuts, then squeezed his complete ball sack
before vigorously rubbing the area between there and his ass-hole.  His
practised hands were taking him on a familiar journey towards his third
orgasm of the day.  The pace never faltered for one second as Adam found
himself being drawn towards the erotic images on the screen, becoming part
of them.  He was there - he was the photographer.  He - Adam - had the
enviable task of encouraging the Greg look-alike to take up ever more
revealing and raunchy poses.  He could tell him to hook his briefs under
his balls; to spread his ass-cheeks; to lick his finger, then slide it up
his ass; to slip in a second finger; to open his hole; TO SHOOT HIS LOAD!!!
.  The thoughts were shockingly hardcore, surprising Adam in their
explicitness, but driven by lust, and the images on the screen, he allowed
them to reach full fruition.

Now well and truly headed for the finishing line, Adam's spasms took over
his body, his breathing heavier, louder and interspersed with guttural
grunts and expletives, "Ohh, unghhh, shit, yessss, fuck, ohhhhhhhhhh, Greg,
oh yeah, oh yeah, Greg, Greg".  All the sexual tension of the day shot out
of Adam's engorged dick. Several powerful spurts of hot teenage cum fired
into the air, some landing on the floor, some on his legs, and some coating
his hand.  Adam's wanking gradually slowed and he milked the last few drops
of cum from his softening cock.  He was enjoying the diminishing
pleasure-jolts, gently and slowly sliding his hand up and down his prick,
experiencing that unique pleasure-pain tingle that comes just after orgasm.
It was a fantastic feeling - sexual satisfaction, and a sense of having
reached a conclusion, in more than one way.

 He wasn't sure how long he sat, gently massaging his cock, but he happened
to glance at his watch - "Shit - half-past two!  Better get cleaned up and
get some sleep."  He shut down the laptop, and stood up to remove his
briefs, using them to wipe up the pools of cum, not forgetting the check
the floor.  Deciding it was better not to shower until morning - he didn't
want to waken anyone at this hour - a naked Adam crossed to the bed, pulled
back the covers, and slipped under them before switching off the bedside
lamp.

"Now, if Greg had been here - that would have been REALLY nice".

End of Chapter 5