Date: Fri, 22 Oct 2004 20:35:56 EDT
From: Brit18uk@aol.com
Subject: That Fateful Day - Chapter 4

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That Fateful Day

 By Rick Grahame

Chapter 4


We broke our passionate kiss and simply laid there looking into each others
eyes with warm lazy smiles on our faces. After what seemed like ages, Carl
lifted his arm and looked at his watch. Shit! he exclaimed. "Its 10.30
already, James will be here soon". We ever so slowly got out of our
sleeping bag, wishing I'm sure, we could just go at it all over again. We
both looked down at each others cocks seeing we each had very respectable
semi's. Carl moved over to me and began to knead my cock which was quickly
rock hard once more. He quickly stooped down and kissed it whilst giving my
nuts a gentle tug. He then got back up giggling and began to get dressed. I
simply just stood there with my slack jaw and twitching bone hard dick. I
was smouldering with what I can only describe as desire, but he just
continued to giggle as he pulled his pants up giving me sly little looks
while fluttering his eyes. As he pulled his sweatshirt over his head I
heard a muffled thing about James, lobsters and crabs and shower plus
late. It dawned on me what he was saying so slipping shorts and trainers on
then grabbing my shower kit, I followed him out with my slowly deflating
dick tenting the front of my shorts. He spotted it and started to giggle
all over again. By the time we made it to the shower block I was back in
control and within 15 minutes we were back at the tent and quickly putting
clean clothes on. We still had some bread, butter and tomatoes in the
chiller box so we had a very quick scratch breakfast of tomato sandwiches
washed down with piping hot tea.

       We had just finished loading all the food items that were left into
the cooler when we heard, "Hi!, how are you two this morning"? It was James
with a big happy grin on his face. He was wearing white baggy shorts and
quite obviously no underwear. Carl and I both watched with watering mouths
as he approached with his dick swinging from side to side for all the world
to see and particularly us. As he got up to us he told us his uncle was at
the shop with seven lobsters and eleven crabs. We all raced over to see
them. Four of the lobsters were really big, lively and all of them with
elastic bands around their claws. The crabs were all pre-boiled and bright
pink and red. I had fortunately drawn $50.00 from the hole in the wall
(ATM) the previous evening whilst we were out on our evening walk, and was
well able to pay him his $45.00 asking price. There was well over $45.00 in
lobster if it was bought in the regular shops, so not only was I getting
50% discounted lobster but the crab was to all intents and purposes
free. This should really put me in mums good books for a while to come. I
was really quite ecstatic and thanked his uncle a lot. James's mum then
took over and refrigerated them all till Carls dad came to pick us up at
around 6pm. We now had about five and a half hours in which to think of
something to do.

      We all three left the shop, again chomping on James's mum's super ham
sandwiches. James had asked her if he could come over to our tent to play
kick-about and then help us pack up. He had also suggested that if we
didn't want to be bothered taking the tent back with us, that is, if we
planned on coming back, we could just leave it in James's garage. All we
would have to do would be ring him when we were coming back, winking he
said mmm next weekend, and we could possibly come after school on Friday
and he would have it pitched all ready and waiting for us. Carl and I
looked at each other with a rather lustful grin and breaking out into
giggles agreed with him that it was a rather good idea and dragged him into
the tent.

      I think we were all naked within 2 minutes and sporting healthy
boners. We pinned James down and once he'd stopped squirming we both
attacked his cock and balls with our lips and tongues. Carl was running up
one side of his gorgeous cock whilst I ran up the other. We fought for the
tip with me winning. James at this point shyly asked if he could fuck Carl
and looking hungrily at James cock he eagerly agreed. I reached for the
vaseline leaving James cock standing like a miniature flagpole. Carl was
immediately hold of it, carressing and kissing it, all the time holding
onto his sack as if weighing it in the palm of his hand, it was hot to
watch. I began to work on his upturned bum, fingering lube into it and
opening it up. when I had finished I lubed James's lovely cock. I rolled
Carl onto his back and moving to his head got him to lift his legs.
Grasping them I pulled them back and motioned to Carl to get going. He
moved, positioning his cock to enter Carl and as he gently slipped his tip
through and past his tight muscles he smiled adoringly down at Carl. He
held still for a few seconds asking Carl if he was ok. He nodded back and
James slowly pushed his full length home. Again it was wicked hot to watch
and I knelt over Carl pointing Junior to his mouth. He grasped onto it and
greedily clamped his lips tightly over the tip. I carried on till I was
poised over Carls wonderful love muscle and followed his example. I hadn't
realised, but I was perfectly positioned to not only bob up and down Carls
penis but I could watch at extreme close quarters as James's cock pistoned
in and out of Carls bum. None of us lasted more than five minutes before it
was all over and we lay sprawled across each other sweating and panting,
each with a softening penis in our hand. God! I love gay sex.

      As we slowly recovered and gently kissed each other we realised we
had better get dressed when James had suddenly perked up, exclaiming,"Oh
shit! I forgot, Pete and Joe said they would be here around one o'clock. We
all looked at our watches and panic stricken jumped up and began to
scrabble around for our clothes. It was one thirty now and as we managed to
pull our clothes on we heard James's friends shouting his name and asking
where he was. We barely managed to make it out of the tent as they were now
very close, and spotting us they ran over. Carl and I were blushing madly
getting wierd sort of knowing looks from Joe and Pete. James was giggling
stupidly as Pete pushed past him entering our tent closely followed by
Joe. We heard them gasp then say not too quietly, "Shit! It smells like a
cum factory in here. James you dirty little fucker what you been doing"?
They both emerged with the same wicked knowing grins on their faces and
looking all three of us in the eye, came out with the next statement that
had me totally gobsmacked with Joe saying, "You mean set of shits, you
could have invited us". Joe then cannoned into James knocking him flat and
leaping onto him, he then twisted himself around and began to grind his
crotch in James's face whilst madly groping for James's jewels. They were
both howling with laughter and writhing around with James trying
desperately to roll out from under Joe. He at last managed to toss him to
one side and was quickly back on his feet with a very pronounced tent in
his shorts.

      Carl meanwhile was looking rather desperate too and looking at me
said, "Oh shit! I have to run" and tore off in the direction of the toilet
block. This cracked James up once more and whispering to me, he said, "I
think he has gone to have my baby this time. The way I felt I must have
shot a bucket load into him". With this he nonchalantly turned to James and
Jo asking if they were up for a game of footy.

      Once Carl had returned accompanied by snickers from James we began a
game of kick about. It had turned very warm again and within an hour we
were all streaming with sweat and extremely thirsty. We all wandered over
to the shop and I used my $5.00 change to pay for two very cold cans
each. As we made our way back Jo asked Carl and I when we planned on coming
back. He whooped when we said we would be back late next Friday afternoon
if we could swing it. Pete then invited both himself and Jo to stay with us
the two nights we would be here. They both grinned evilly asking James if
he would be too.

      Joe was the best looking of the two with amazing pale blue eyes,
blond hair hanging over his eyes in bangs, the cutest nose, soft red and
very sexy lips, and an amazingly deep dimple in his chin. Dimples appeared
in his cheeks too when he smiled, which was often. His eye lashes are
extraordinarily long and are almost white. His eye brows sort of flick up
as they reach towards his temples and the thing that's very noticable too,
is their mobilty as he chattered on excitedly. All in all, he is an
amazingly beautiful boy. Pete is most certainly no slouch in the looks
department either. He has very black hair, cut quite short with a flick to
the front. His eyes are like pools of chocolate with very noticable yellow
flecks. His teeth are the sort you see on filmstars who have spent 10's of
000's on them. His smile is just incredibly infectious and once he starts
to giggle you can't help but giggle along with him. He too, is a very
handsome boy. I began to think that the Southwold gene pool must be very
rich in exceptional male genes as I looked from one to the other trying to
decide who won the beauty contest. I thought James came out tops. Good
looking though these three are, none could compare to the very boyish and
impish good looks of my Carl. As you look at him the overriding thing you
see imprinted on his wonderful face, is just total mischief and absolute
boy. I adore him and worship his beautiful cock. It's strange to think that
although I've known him for most of my life, I've only truly known him for
the past 6 days.

      The rest of the afternoon passed by very quickly so when five o'clock
came around we began to stike our tent. God! I'm even calling it our tent
now. We carried it over to James's garage and stached it at the back out of
everybodies way. The idea of leaving it was just too brilliant we thought
and come next Friday, all being well, it would save us ages in time and
make our weekend start so much faster.We next brought the chiller box over
first emptying it of all the food bits that were left over making sure to
dispose of it properly. All it was was some melting butter and about half a
loaf and now withered tomatoes. Having washed it out we had taken it into
the shop and carefully loaded our efforts at fishing into it along with ice
packs. The lobsters and crabs wouldn't all fit but we got most of the crabs
in. Mrs Bloomfield came to our rescue when she said,"you'll be back next
weekend won't you"? We chorused, "Well we want to come back if our mums and
dads agree". I added that I was pretty positive we would be, but if not we
would def be here the following weekend. "In that case" she said, "here
take this but please remember to bring it back. We use it all the time for
this and that but at least with it, you'll get your lobsters home still
alive" With that she handed us another cooler box already containing two
ice packs. We loaded the lobsters in and closed the lid tightly.

      It was now almost six o'clock so for the remaining minutes we kicked
a ball around outside whilst we waited for Mr Brown to come for us. We both
agreed that having to wait till we were seventeen till we got our licenses
absolutely sucked. I know that as soon as I got mine my dad would buy me a
car. He had done it for James who was very pleased when dad presented him
with a year old low mileage Rover 25. These cars are so hot,
www.rover.co.uk I had made it known that it would be what I would probably
want too but that was about two years into the future. Dads car is a Rover
75 SE and it's gorgeous, all finished in beige leather and light oak trim,
whilst mum drives a Rover 45. Dads car is just sooooo quiet and fast.

      It seemed we had just started to kick the ball around when Mr Brown
turned up. Mum had told him we would have things to bring back and as we
told him how marvellous Mrs Bloomfield had been he went into the still open
shop to thank her for loooking out for us both. When we told him we would
leave the tent here and Carl asking in his most whiney voice,
"Daaaaaaaaaaad, would it be ok if we came back next Friday afternoon? Thats
if Rick can of course. We've had a wicked time and made some great friends,
and the fishing was just toooo awesome". His dad looked at him with what I
can only describe as really deep affection and grinning widely said, "you
will need to ask your mum too, but for me, I can get away early on Friday
and have you here by around five o'clock. James was standing there with a
big grin on his handsome face bouncing from foot to foot. Mr Brown turned
to Mrs Bloomfield and said he would ring this evening to let them know, and
thanking her again for the loan of the cooler he shook her and James hand
and we set off home.

      The journey took around an hour and we pulled into our drive at just
about seven fifteen. Mum and dad came out to meet us inviting Mr Brown in
whilst we divided the fish up. We wasted no time in outlining our plans for
the coming weekend and after Mr Brown had spoken to mum and dad about the
Bloomfields and how they had looked out for us, they agreed we could go
subject to Carls mum agreeing. I'm sure that all the lobster and crab had
something to do with it but mum was right in my corner from the start and
was wonderful all the following week too. Mr Brown, he insisted I call him
Bob gratefully took three crabs and a couple of lobster too and winking at
Carl and I, said, "don't worry, its in the bag. Marion loves crab hehe and
these will make her day". Within five minutes of leaving for home Carl was
rapping on our door with a big cheesy grin on his face saying his mum had
agreed and if it was ok he could sleep over too....."Muuuuuum ,
Daaaaaaaaaad, would it be ok if Carl slept over? We don't have school till
Tuesday". Looking at each other and smiling they gave us both a huge hug
and said,"Well its about time you started having friends over, of course he
can stay". They shooed us both off telling us to make ourselves presentable
whilst mum rang Mrs Brown, Marion from now on, and asked if it was ok for
them to take Carl along with me, out to dinner. They had booked a table at
the Half Moon but were sure they could expand the booking to four. The Half
Moon is a small country pub about four or five miles out of Harleston and
almost to Dickleborourgh. The food is usually just too excellent because as
dad insists on telling us, they keep their numbers down and that way they
have time to maintain their high standards. It looks like a really small
place from the front but is actually huge and stretches back forever. We
arrived and had a really great meal with Carl and I going for med rare rump
steaks with salad and sauteed potato. In the gents toilet later, I
whispered to Carl that this was the sort of meal that kept the cum factory
in full production and we both went back to our table giggling
uncontrollably, earning an intense stare from dad.

      We arrived home about ten thirty and thanking mum and dad for our
excellent dinner we made our way to my room, and after brushing our teeth
etc were soon playing games on the puter. We played till around one in the
morning keeping the noise down and eventually fell exhausted into bed. Not
that exhausted mind you but enough to cuddle up and kiss each other and
quickly relieve the inevitable boner that kissing had produced. We were
soon asleep and in truth didn't surface till around eleven the next
morning. I knew dad had to be at work today cos he'd had a quiet moan about
it the previous evening remarking that we didn't know we were born yet, and
how he wished he was still at school having the next day off. Mum was out
with her Womens Institute charity work which she always had trouble working
around, so to all intents and purposes the house was ours till around four.

     We got out of bed and both raced for the bathroom trying to point our
morning stiffies down at the loo. I grabbed Carl and dragged him into my
shower where switching the water on, it very quickly warmed up using one of
the pre-sets. I grabbed his boner and said just let it go to which he
quickly caught on and grabbed mine. We stood there in seventh heaven whilst
the pressure was very soon relieved as two streams of high pressure pee hit
the shower wall tiles. It had occurred to me to demonstrate my shower
technique to Carl some time over the weekend, so lifting it down I set it
to pulse and bending him over I aimed it at his brown eye. He let out an
"Oooooooh! thats wicked Rick", and I watched in fascination as his pucker
began to quickly sort of open and close with his dick I had hold of,
growing into a rock solid pulsing hard-on. He was soon panting and asked if
I was going to fuck him. "Well only if you really want me to" I answered
with an obvious giggle. His response was, "Oh God! Just get it in there
Rick". I turned the water off and using some really creamy non-allergenic
shower cream I lubed his pucker up then my own raging boner and gently
entered him. He let out a gasp and said, "That is soooooooooo good, God how
I love your dick". Reaching around him I grasped his and said, "Not half as
much as I love this fella". "Go for it, fuck me" he said. So I slowly began
to thrust and tug him at the same time, then building up some speed we both
very soon lost it and gasping out we came within thirty seconds of each
other. It was so hot feeling Carls cock pulsing in my hand as he
moaned,"Yessssssssss, here he cums". His muscles contracting were
definitely what pushed me over the edge cos he tightened up and it was just
incredible to feel him contracting on my own pulsing dick. He reached over
and pushed the pre-set sending a shower of warm pulsing water cascading
over us.

      As we got dressed we could hear both our stomachs rumbling and I know
that I was starving so Carl must have been too. Hurrying downstairs I found
a note from mum and the $45.00 for the shellfish. She wanted me to mow the
lawn out front before we went off anywhere and said that there was bacon
etc in the fridge and not to be idle but to get it cooked for our
breakfast. In capitals was, DON'T YOU DARE LEAVE A MESS!  I turned the
grill on and very soon had the delic smells of bacon and eggs wafting
through the kitchen. Carl had already got two bowls of cereal on the go and
as he sat devouring his I stood and ate mine off the counter as I kept my
eye on the bacon and fried us a couple of eggs each. It was soon done with,
and in typical teenage style was also quickly polished off. I rinsed the
dishes and removed the foil from the grill pan and running hot water over
the frying pan loaded them into the machine and switched it on. Next up was
the mower and the lawn. Carl got the strimmer (edger) and as he did the
edges I mowed it in really cool stripes finishing it all up with everything
put away tidily within an hour and a half. It was still only one thirty. It
was about this time I remembered to ring James. He was out but his mum said
she would pass the message on and ask him to ring us back. We arranged a
time and thanking her again I hung up. We were just deciding what to do
when mum turned up. She made tea and after having a sandwich asked us if we
would like to go Diss with her. She had errands to run with the main one
being the supermarket. We passed on that one and she was soon on her way
saying she would be back around four thirty. She also said to be sure to be
back by six as she was doing a rather nice dinner to which Carls mum and
dad had been invited.

      We got on our bikes and riding onto Harleston High School were able
to join in a football game being played by about eighteen other kids on
their playing field. It was a really cool afternoon and a game we all
enjoyed. We arrived home hot and sweaty around five o'clock just as dad was
getting out of his car. "Hi trouble" he said smiling warmly at both of
us. "What you been up to today"? I stood and swept my arm round at the lawn
whereupon he went to the foot of it and critically eyed the straightness of
my stripes. "Very good" he said. And looking as if he could have bitten his
tongue off went on to say,"Shit! Me and my big mouth. Next thing is, you'll
be asking for a raise". I quickly retorted that it was nearly two years
since I had had one and that I really thought it was overdue. "Ok" he said,
"do as well on the back lawn one evening this week and he would see to
it. Elated, I hugged him there and then in front of the house and Carl. He
had set up a direct debit into my account two years ago for $40.00 a month
and I had been hinting that I thought I was due for a rise for at least six
months. He had very studiously ignored me. I couldn't understand it cos I
didn't fritter my money but saved it as had been proved by my ability to be
able to go to the hole in the wall and draw sufficient to pay for mums
shellfish. I have hoarded all my birthday and christmas money for as long
as I can remember, and each month the residual from my allowance added to
it. At the time of my last statement I had over $2500.00 saved up. Even
when I bought my beachcaster I wouldn't touch my saved money but started a
special fund in a money box to save for it out of my allowance. Dad knew
this of course and I think he was secretly very proud of my ability to
save. James on the other hand was always short of money and hitting him for
advances on his next months allowance.

      I won't go into the details of of mums dinner, just to say that it
was truly special consisting of the whole trip of crab cocktail, sorbet,
lobster thermadore and a delicious chocolate gateaux and cheese
board. Gateaux btw is a thick multi layered German/Swiss cake confection
oozing with cream and superlight and yummy. It's generally served at our
house with a runny vegetarian alternative to real cream called Elmlea, and
it tastes just like real cream but with virtually no fat. Mmmmmm, healthy
but still delic. Carl, like me was in seventh heaven when the sweet course
came around. I knew my mum was a super cook but tonight she had surpassed
herself. We even got half glasses of each wine too with the favourite being
the desert wine, a wonderfully rich and full bodied, sweet sauterne from
France. We went about every three months to stock up on wine and cheese,
usually bringing back lots of the wonderful soft french sort. Some of it
wreaked, esp the Camembeart, but it was truly delic. We always went to
France using the tunnel, and from leaving home we were usually in Calais
within two and a half hours. Once on the train, going through the tunnel
took thirty five minutes to actually cross. It very often took longer
getting the car on and off than for the actual crossing. I loved the French
shopping trips and resolved to make sure Carl had an up to date passport so
he could come next time.

      We made our goodnights to Carl and his family about ten thirty. We
all had either work or as in my case school the next day so I was soon off
to dreamland dreaming of my Carl and our upcoming weekend. As I drifted off
it dawned on me that I only had four days to wait cos today had been a day
off and it was already Monday. Yeeeeeeeeeeeey!

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Due to the huge ammount of e-mail and very positive encouragement, not
least two from "SAM LAKES", I am thinking that we could run with this story
for as long as my ideas and own so far limited expieriences last out. My
thanks for your support, I truly didn't expect the volume I received...Rick