Date: Sat, 1 Dec 2001 22:16:04 +0000 (GMT)
From: Sean@well-in.com
Subject: proper-fun-part-3

Proper Fun
Part 3

When I woke up, I saw Chris getting dressed; it was our last night at his
place. So naturally, we were having a party. Chris decided he didn't want
to have a party at the start of the week, when we had plenty of time to
recover, time to clean up, he wasn't the smartest of people at times.
	"What's going on?" mark asked, wondering why Chris was in such a
hurry. Chris looked at him worried, if Mark knew about the party he'd want
to come, and I couldn't get myself onto another level if he was around,
Chris had it all figured out.
	"My parents are coming home tomorrow, so I'm cleaning up." He lied
convincingly, something both he and I were excellent at. I sat up in bed,
and saw that Chris had made us both a cup of tea and left it on the side
unit. I looked up at him smiling, and he winked at me. That made me feel
warm inside. So did the hot cup of tea infront of me, December mornings
weren't my favourite things, it was always cold when you first got out of
bed.
	"So, because were going to be cleaning up all day, why don't you go
round Gary's house, maybe stay there tonight so there isn't as much to
clean up in the morning." My facial expressions were convincing, especially
to a 9-year-old.
	"Really? Can I?" Gary was Mark's best friend, and they were pretty
much joined at the waist, inseparable. I often wondering what they were
getting up to all the time, and jacked off over the two of them having sex,
in a way I knew they were.
	"You'd have to check with his parents first, but I'll talk to them
and it'll be OK." I said, and Mark jumped out of bed excited. He got
dressed, and ran downstairs. Chris and me both laughed, then when he'd
gone, Chris closed the door and jumped back into bed, we cuddled up and
started talking about the party.
	"So who do you think should come?" He asked. "I was thinking
everyone who we hang out with, no one from college because they'll burn the
house down or something, and maybe some of your cute 14 year old friends."
He laughed, and I laughed. It was fun being in Chris' company. "I don't
want loads of rouges turning up though, about 3 or 4 people, and not nerds
either." I punched him in the arm and he giggled a little. Because I was in
all the top groups for all of my lessons, I was in the same class as all
the nerds, so Chris always joked that everyone I knew from school was a
nerd.
	"OK, well I can think of three people who are really good looking,
but probably ain't gay." I remembered all the times I had jacked off over
them too, when I had made moved on them slowly and not got the response I
wanted, but I was the joker in school so people thought I was joking.
	"Do you have any pictures so I can decide?" What a stupid question,
why would I have pictures of them. I had wanted some, but couldn't get
them, until I remembered.
	"Everyone's pictures are on the school Website." I couldn't wait to
see all their cute faces, We always went on the site in computing, drew
funny faces on and sent them to every computer in school, how could I
forget. We got out of bed, I got dressed, and we both went downstairs. We
made sure Mark went, I walked him to his friends house, talked to his
friends parents for a bit and it was agreed he could stay there all day,
have lunch and dinner there and stay the night, then be dropped off at home
the next day by then our parents would be home. Mark was now out of the
picture, there were no worries.
	When I got back to Chris' house, he and his brother were talking. I
suddenly felt funny, had he clocked that we'd been having sex? Did he know
our secret? The conversation they were having seemed deep, so I jumped in
to intercept any awkward questions.
	"Matty, come here a minute." John said as I crept in. I was
confused and scared. How could he possibly even think we were gay? I knew
that was what it was about. "So, you guys are having a party tonight?" He
asked. I looked at Chris, who seemed pretty normal. My heart pumped at its
normal speed, as I felt relieved.
	"Yeah." I answered.
	"I just wanted to say something as the only adult around." He took
in a deep breath and spoke, "Do you need any weed?" Chris and me looked at
each other, happy at what we knew was coming.
	"Hell yeah, we need like an O or something." Chris was as excited
as I was. It was agreed that John would go and buy us an ounce, as long as
we took all responsibility if his parents found us out. This was cool with
us, for an ounce of weed anything was cool with us.
	John set off, as we got ready. We started by putting all valuables
in the safe, all china in a locked cupboard and all bedrooms cleaned. This
took us a few hours, but soon we were finished. Then came the next task,
deciding what drink to put out. Chris had a litre of Vodka under hid bed,
with god knows what else. We put that out, along with a bottle of his mum's
wine.
	For munchies they scraped the house for loose change, and got
enough from their own money and that to order a few pizzas in. The house
was ready, the stereo was stacked with Chris' CD's, and some of mine from
home. We both rushed upstairs to change into some good party clothes.
	Chris put on a cream hooded top and cream 'baggy' jeans. I looked
around, and decided to go back to my house to get something to wear. Chris
came with me. We got into my room and I opened my wardrobe. I began to
strip and was soon down to only my boxers. As I looked for something, I
felt cold hands under the elastic of my boxers. I shivered from the cold,
and my whole body shook when the fingers wrapped around my balls. I hit the
hands lightly. "Later..." I whispered.
	I got changed into my favourite clothes; a black Green Day hooded
jumper, black Converse jeans and brown Vans trainers. I quickly looked for
anything else useful for the party. I searched in the bottom of the
wardrobe for anything, and found the box of 'stuff' I kept hidden. It was
everything you could ever need. There was a Leatherman Multi-tool,
countless packets of rolling paper, an empty bong, a bottle of Jack
Daniel's and my favourite lighter, petrol lighter with a big hash leaf on
the front.
	I brought the whole box with me, the multi-tool attached to my belt
Incas there were any gate crashers, all my papers because on ounce is a lot
of blunts, the bong for when we put Cypress Hill on, the Jack Daniel's I
left behind and the lighter I took to show off.
	By this point, I had told everyone who I wanted to come to come,
and everyone who Chris wanted to come were also coming, there were around
15 people, 6 or 7 I didn't even know. We whacked the music on as soon as we
saw a group of our mates walking toward the house. We started playing all
the old Blink 182 stuff, the good stuff. Then as more people came, we
changed to heavier stuff like SOD and AFI (Chris' favourite bands). The
doorbell rang about 10 minutes after the party started. I opened it to see
Carl stood there. I had invited Danny to come down and have a laugh with
us. He was a year younger than I was, and the football (soccer) star of his
year. He had really short blonde hair, blue eyes and the cutest face I had
ever seen on a boy.
	"Hey man, come on in." I said, as he stepped in. He looked at all
the people he didn't recognise and looked scared for a split second. "Hey
everyone, this is Danny." I shouted, having turned the music down. "Danny,
this is everyone." I introduced every person, after that Danny seemed to
settle in quite well. It was about 9 PM, and Chris and me were getting
worried. John went o get the weed 4 hours ago, what was going on. Just as
we were thinking about it, John walked in with a sports bag slung over his
shoulder. He set it down on the table infront of everyone. He pulled out a
few clothes, and it looked empty. Then he took the bottom off from inside,
and put it on the table.
	"Look what I got." He said with the biggest grin on his face. It
was clear his mate invited him in when he turned up on his door. He pulled
out an ounce of weed, and about 9 or 10 smaller bags of weed, all about
£5 bags. He had about 2 ounces on him. I had never felt this way before,
it was a good feeling knowing that there were 2 ounces of weed going
around, plus a few bits of resin people had brought with them.
	Within minutes, nearly everyone in the room was smoking a
weed/resin joint. Danny wasn't. With him being a sports star in our school
he never touched it, unless it was pure (not laced).
	"Come on man, have some." I said, and toked on the blunt in my hand
before offering it out to him. We blasted chilled out Cypress Hill music
for the next hour or so as we all got chilled. What we needed was something
to laugh at. I went up to my friend Nate.
	"Hey, I dare you do have a shot of Vodka now." I said, seeing he
was already on the level. He was always one to take on a challenge about
how much he could handle, so he did. He downed a shot, but swallowed as if
it was piss, trying not to taste it, or even recognise what it was.
	"Why did I do that for?" He said holding his head. I rolled around
laughing because he couldn't get the right words out. Watching me laugh at
him, made Nate laugh, and soon everyone was laughing hysterically, except
Danny. I looked at him, as he sat alone with a bottle of wine in his
hand. I walked up to him with my joint in my hand.
	"Give it a few tokes, it's clean." I said, pushing it to his
prefect lips. He turned his head and I went back to it. I knew what was
wrong with him. "Come upstairs a moment." I said, and made my way into
Chris' bedroom. I went under his bed and grabbed what I had been looking
for; this should change his mind.
	"Toke, toke, toke, toke." I shouted as I lit the bong infront of
him. He took a long, hard pull on it, and pulled off, coughing as he blew
it out.
	"That was good, I guess." He said smiling, his eyes half closed. I
laughed in my head at him. "Give me another." He said eagerly.
	"I'll do better than that." I said, and gave handed him a
joint. "Get that down you, a couple of them and you'll forget what your
bloody name is." I said, handing it to him. It was fun watching him get
stoned, it reminded me of how Chris and me got together, and hoped the same
would happen tonight with Danny.
	After hours of smoking weed and resin, we were all in over our
heads. We were higher than space shuttles could ever be. But theres always
one who thinks they can handle some more. This time, it was Chris.
	"You think you can handle it then?" John asked.
	"Theres nothing you can give me that I can't handle." Chris
muttered, too stoned to get his words out properly. Accepting his little
brothers challenge, John reached for the bucket (gravity bong) under the
tablecloth. He stood it up on the dining room table, and sprinkled about
£2 worth of resin into it. He burned it, and pulled it up. The smoke was
usually white, but if it was really good it went green. This time, it was
beyond green, the smoke inside was brown, and ready for Chris. Everyone
else in the room was scared of it.
	Chris put £5 on the table and put his mouth around it. He went
down quickly, then back up. He coughed all the way up, but when he had
finished, there was still a hell of a lot of smoke inside.
	"You have to finish it off." John teased. Chris went back down,
this time making sure there was no smoke left. Then he passed out, plain
and simply passed out. It wasn't the first time someone we knew had passed
out of it, so we weren't too worried.
	It got to about 1 am when we decided to go to sleep. I went into
the double bed, and asked Danny to get in with me. He did, and we both
began to strip down to our boxers, even though it was winter. We began to
fall asleep, when I started to play footsie with him. This carried on for a
few minutes, until his foot went up my leg. We played like that for a
while, until his hand touched my dick. I thought this was an accident, but
was getting hard from it. Then it happened again, only this was no
accident. He grabbed my hard dick and squeezed it. I did the same to him.
	"You like that?" I asked, feeling the soft underwear with the hard
centre. He nodded his head, and I slipped my hand under the elastic, and
grabbed hold of his dick. He slipped his boxers off, and so did I. His dick
was about 4 and a half inches long and rock hard. I slowly jerked him off
with one hand, and rubbed his balls with the other. "Ever had your dick
sucked?" I asked him. I knew how much every girl in school wanted him, and
how alot of girls had gone out with him. He looked away, into the darkness.
	"No." he said, seeming ashamed. I went under the blanket covering
us, and put my mouth around his young cock. I sucked on it like it was
Chris'. I felt his balls get tighter, and his whole body quivered. I
prepared myself for what was going to happen. He shot his creamy load down
my throat, there wasn't too much, but there was enough. I sucked it dry,
when it had reached its normal state I let go, and went back up. "That was
cool." He said, a sense of humour in his voice. I knew at that moment that
was the first time he had ever done anything sexual. "Can I do it to you?"
He asked.
	"Sure." I replied. I told him what to do, almost cumming at the
thought of it being the cutest guy in the whole school going down on me,
but something didn't seem right. He had developed his own technique, and I
was enjoying it. He pulled up every so often to lick the precum before
going back down to suck me dry. I couldn't handle it, I was full of
tension, wanting to make it last as long as I could. Then the tension
turned into a problem, it was all I could do to top myself and me being a
problem solver, and I blew my load into him. I heard him choke before
taking it.
	"Woah, that was like the coolest thing I've ever done in my whole
life." He said excitedly when he came back up. We kissed for a long time,
before falling asleep naked together.
	Waking up the next morning, I noticed that I was still holding onto
Danny, and that we were both naked. My initial thought was that it was a
dream before I saw this. I smelt his hair, and it sent waves of pleasure
over my entire body. I kissed it, and stroked it, making the moment last
me. I didn't hear the footsteps coming up the stairs. I felt a presence at
the door, and turned to see Chris stood there. He seemed upset, but happy
at the same time.
	I motioned him over, but he left. He was upset. I felt guilty about
the night before, but just thinking about it got me hard. I couldn't bare
it any longer; I got out of bed, got dressed, and went to see what was
up. Downstairs were Chris and John cleaning up. Chris gave me looks that
made me feel like I was being stabbed where as John was too occupied with
the cleaning. I pulled Chris into the kitchen, and got ready to say the
first word.
	"What the fuck was that." Chris shouted under his breath.
	"What do you mean, I told you to come over and you totally dissed
me." I said, wanting to get the whole ordeal over with. I could sense the
argument in the air.
	"You think what me and you have is just to waste a bit of time, I
thought it was more than that. Your my best friend, even before this week
you were, but we've got a whole lot closer this week, and now you've just
thrown it back in my face. I cant believe you would do such a thing, how
could you cheat it on me like that?" He was angry, upset, and devastated,
and I just felt bad.
	"Well," I began, "I learned how to cheat from the best." I didn't
mean to say that, but once I'd started I couldn't stop, otherwise it would
hurt him more. I needed to back up my response, but I knew it would get me
into deeper shit, but so what, I had to try everything to get back with
Chris. "Come on, every girl you've been out with you've cheated on." I had
to make him face the harsh reality. I wanted him to know how all of his
girlfriends felt when they did it to him.
	"I did that to get out of a relationship, so I could get together
with you. When girls ask me out I say yes so people don't suggest I'm gay,
but I always get out of it so I can spend more time with you, don't you
understand yet?" He tried his hardest not to shout, but I could tell it was
hard for him. "I love you Matt, and I thought you loved me, but now it
looks like you love Danny, you chose him over me." His eyes swelled up. I
put my arms around him but he broke out.
	"Alright, you just said you loved me. I didn't expect that to
happen. I saw the way you were looking at Danny all night and I know you
wanted the same thing I did. If he's good enough for you he's good enough
for me." Chris just looked at me, almost in full tears.
	"Do you know how it feels to say to someone I love you, and not
hear it back?"

The End