Date: Sun, 3 Jul 2005 14:27:43 +0100
From: Storm <storm@talesfromastorm.co.uk>
Subject: Truths In Departure - Part 6

Truths in Departure

By Stormwriter

www.talesfromastream.co.uk
www.talesfromastorm.co.uk

Part VI - Our Goodbye

The evening was a strange affair. Both David and I felt this was the last
time we could be together, properly. His parents kept giving us odd looks,
wondering why we were not outside making a riot or a nuisance of ourselves.
     When I left the room, I overheard his mother ask David if we had
argued. I could see why she might have thought that, but David told her
that we were both sad at him leaving and not being able to see much of each
other. She gave him some sympathetic nonsense which he listened to, not
really believing it would get easier.
     That night David waited until he heard his parents go to bed then
crept into bed beside me. The warmth of his body against my back brought a
tear to my eye; I wondered when we would be like again.
     David whispered into my ear. "I've put the alarm on my phone on. It'll
wake me up at seven and I'll get back into the sleeping bag. I want to
spend at least one night with you." He slipped the phone under the pillow.
     I turned over and kissed him, the bed was small and it was a squeeze
for us both to fit in side by side. I shifted so that my back was flat
against the side wall and David turned over and pushed his body against
mine. We spooned, my arms around him and my light breaths blowing across
his ear.

I woke to the muffled sound of the phone beeping and the pillow
vibrating. I was now facing the wall with David behind me, holding me. I
felt him remove his arm from my chest and delve beneath the pillow. Turning
the phone off, he kissed me and slipped out from the bed.
     It was a warm morning so David just half heartedly tossed the sleeping
bag over him, not bothering to zip himself inside. I turned and looked at
him, his back was exposed and my eyes rested on the underwear covered
backside which protruded. Smiling, I closed my eyes and drifted back to
sleep.
     An hour or so later we were both woken by David's mother bursting into
his room. She stood in the doorway proclaiming. "Get up! There's a lot to
do today and you need to start."
     We both just squirmed as sudden noise caused the sleep to ebb from our
bodies. His mother left us and David stood up and stretched. I watched as
he raised his arms above his head, clasped his hands together and arched
his back. His buttocks clenched and he thrust his hips forward, enhancing
the bulge his dick and balls made in his sky blue briefs. I would have
reached out to feel him but he stood too far away.
     Turning to look at me, he saw my eyes sucking in the remaining moments
we had together and smiled. "Morning, Sweatheart." He whispered, just in
case he was overheard.
     Smiling back I just said 'morning' and got out of bed.
     David pushed his door to and we kissed, his hands caressing my bare
skin and mine his. From downstairs we could hear his parents already
packing and then his mother called upstairs, hurrying us up.
     As soon as she saw us she thrust some boxes at us with instructions to
clear David's room, everything except for what was absolutely necessary for
this week was to be packed.
     It was not until late afternoon before anyone thought about me getting
back home, everyone was too busy but I had probably outstayed my welcome,
David's parents were getting a bit tetchy as if I was more a hindrance than
help. Upstairs, I collected my bag and said goodbye to David. We kissed and
hugged each other, fearing it was our last time alone but I was determined
to see him everyday next week after school.
     I knew it was not goodbye yet, but as I left I felt tears welling in
my eyes; I blinked them back, shouted my farewell to David's parents and
began the lonely walk home.

I had a very restful nights sleep and woke up feeling very tired and
weary. I quickly showered, dressed in my school uniform and grabbed some
breakfast. The sooner I was at school, the sooner I could see David
again. But today I arrived earlier than usual and just waited near the
gates until David showed up.
     The bell was due to sound in five minutes and there was still no sign
of him. I was getting anxious. I was leaning against a wall and began to
tap the bricks with my knuckles out of frustration, grazing the skin.
     One minute before the bell and I saw him stumble through the gates, I
had to stop myself from running over to him, but I did walk very quickly.
     "Hiya." He said.
     "You look shattered, what happened?"
     "We were up until gone eleven packing and stuff and then I couldn't
get to sleep. I just lay awake most of the night, thinking."
     "About what?" We started walking towards the main door in anticipation
of the bell.
     "You. What it would be like in the new place and how I would cope."
     I briefly held his hand and squeezed it.
     The day dragged on and we rarely had anytime alone together, but after
school, we walked back to my house. David thought it better as his parents
would get him doing something to help with the move the moment he walked
though the door.
     My Mother seemed to be allowing me some latitude, knowing that David
was leaving at the end of the week, which meant we could go up to my room
on the pretence of playing computer games and would be left
undisturbed. Naturally, no console was ever used; we sat and talked, stole
kisses from each other and the occasional long snog.

The week slowly went by, a countdown to when we would be wrenched apart. We
never managed any time alone until Thursday when my Mother surprised us by
leaving us alone in the house after school while she went out to the
shops. I got the impression that it was arranged as she knew Saturday was
when they were leaving and Friday David was under strict orders to go
straight home after school.
     As she left it felt like a great weight had been lifted. I figured we
would have at least an hour and as soon as the car pulled down the
driveway, I grabbed David and kissed him hard on the lips.
     "I never thought we would get an opportunity to be alone before you
left."
     David smiled, took my hand and led me upstairs to my bedroom.
     He sat me on the bed and I watched as he took all his clothes
off. Naked, he stood in front of me; his limp dick crowned by his pubes
drew my eyes. He leant forward and with a finger under my chin, titled my
head so that we were again looking at each other. He smiled as he noticed
the tears in my eyes and leant closer to kiss me.
     In less than forty eight hours David would leave me and I may never
feel his body against me again.  I began to pull my top over my head while
David fiddled with my belt buckle. Struggling to take my clothes off I
stood up and allowed my trousers to fall to the floor. My dick, although
not hard, throbbed in anticipation. David carefully undressed me before
engulfing my half hard dick in his mouth. The moist warmth of his mouth and
tongue aroused me and my knob was soon pushing against the back of his
throat.
     David worked my cock, smothering it in his spit and teasing my
knob. His hands spread my arse cheeks and his fingers feathered my hole,
making me want him inside me, fucking me, and it took me closer to
cumming. David sensed my balls tighten and released my dick and arse. My
dick bobbed in his face, begging to be sucked, begging for release.
     Standing, he pushed me to the bed. I lay on my back while he straddled
me. Sitting on my chest his hard dick was near my face. I opened my mouth,
waiting to feel it on my lips but as I looked it got further away, I tried
to crane my head but it was too far. David slid down my body until I felt
his back against my rigid dick. Twitching, it slapped against his buttocks
and David raised himself up and gripped my dick firmly with his hand. He
directed it right into his arsehole and swallowed me in one tentative
motion.
      Moaning, my hips began to buck and David ground his arse so that my
dick impaled him further.  As my bucking slowed, I could focus on David,
the pale hairless skin and the sweet smile of the boy who I made love
to. Slowly he began to rise and fall, pumping my dick in and out of him,
his own dick hard and leaking flailed in front of me, smacking my stomach.
     His hands caressed me, my stomach, chest and nipples as I lay
passive. My eyes closed and all I could feel was his touch on my body and
his hole rubbing my dick to orgasm. It felt intense as I struggled hold
back; but the struggle made the feeling worse. My balls ached as my
breathing became heavy and uneven. He must know that I was close but he
kept pumping my dick in and out of his arse.  Then I stopped breathing and
my dick pumped. David rested on my hips, my throbbing dick deep within him,
filling him with cum.
     As my orgasm subsided, David began to grind his hips into me again,
teasing more cum from my sensitive dick. Opening my eyes, I saw him smiling
at me and he leant forward to kiss me on the lips, his tongue playing with
mine.
     I felt my dick soften and the coolness of the air when it popped from
his warm hole. David broke away from our kiss and began to kiss his way
back down to my dick, licking up the trails of pre-cum he had left on my
stomach. He sucked in my limp dick, tasting the mixture of my cum and his
insides as he lifted my legs onto his shoulders.
      Tasting my balls on the way, his tongue trailed to my hole and began
lick and tease my hole. It twitched with his touch and opened up to allow
his tongue to delve deep and lubricate me with his spit.  This little
tongue tease did not last long as David reared up and levelled his dick
with my hole. Feeling his exposed knob against me, my arse opened, eager to
feel him inside.
      I groaned as he steadily thrust forward, his knob violating me and
tunnelling deeper inside me until I could feel his balls against my arse
cheeks. Nothing felt better than the initial push to fill me, connecting
our two bodies.
     His strokes were slow and tender, easing himself in and out and he
made love to me. Our eyes only left each others gaze when he breached the
gap between us to gently kiss me. My arms and legs wrapped themselves
around him, drawing him closer and feeling the sweat from his body.
     As he came inside me, I began to cry. I did not want this to be the
last time we could feel each others bodies, the last time he would cum
inside me. Keeping his hard dick in me, he silently kissed away my tears,
knowing what they were for and we hugged each other. I tried to keep him
close to me, to never let go. We lay together for some time, entwined and
connected, our breathing synchronised.
     We were half asleep when we were disturbed. The front door slammed and
my Mother was back.
     Quietly, David climbed off me, his soft dick slurping from my hole and
we dived into our clothes.  My room reeked of sex so I opened my window and
we joined my Mother downstairs.
     We helped my Mother with dinner, and when we had eaten, went back to
my room. It felt cold from the breeze but at least no longer smelled of
cum. David would have to leave soon but I wanted to taste him before he
left.
     As he stood in front of me, I unfastened his trousers and pulled them,
with his underwear, to his knees. Breathing in his soft dick, my tongue
teased it to its full hardness, tasting the remnants of the dried cum he
shot inside me earlier. It was a hasty blow-job, one last touch before he
left and his dick was soon pulsating and shooting another load into my
mouth.
     David then rushed to expose my dick. It was hard and ready, my heart
racing and my balls ached waiting for a quick cum. I felt his lips around
my dick and I was instantly closer. His sensitive touch brought me to the
edge but when I heard her voice, my dick deflated like a burst balloon.
     "It's time David was going. It's getting late."
     "Ok, Mum. We'll be right down."
     I looked forlorn, but David smile at me and took my soft dick back
into his mouth. His hand went to my backside and teased my hole. Instantly
my dick was hard and he sucked me off. Within seconds I was close and as he
thrust his finger inside me, my dick erupted and he swallowed my cum.
      Quickly, we adjusted our clothes and went downstairs. I followed
David out of the door and he gave me a peck on the cheek. It was nearly
nine o'clock and I watched in the twilight as his silhouette walked down
the street until it dissolved.

Friday morning. My last few hours with David; even if they were in
school. I almost dashed out of the house and ran to school, eager to see
him again. But today my wait was excruciating.
      The bell rang and I was still alone. I went to my form room for
registration and he still failed to show. As my form teacher reeled off the
list of names, I noticed she failed to call out David.
     "Miss, what about David?"
     "His parents rang in, they are leaving a day early."
     Without another word I dashed from the classroom, all the others kids
faces stared at me, open mouthed, wondering what I was up to. I vaguely
recalled hearing my name being called, the teacher calling me back. But I
was not about to waste my day in school knowing David was leaving me.
     I ran all the way to his house and saw him walking down his driveway
carrying a large box to the removal lorry that waited.
     Placing the box on the floor, he dashed over to me. We wanted to
embrace and hug each other but his parents had poked their head out of the
door to see what David was up to. I stood close to David panting.
     "Why didn't you call?"
     "I did, you'd already left for school. Your Mum said she'd let you
know."
     "Then what?" I had caught my breath and began to get angry. "Were you
just going to leave, no goodbye, no nothing. Just let me come home from
school to find you already gone."
     "No. I was going to call you. They can't keep me here without a break
and at lunchtime I was going to see you at school. Just disappear if
necessary."
     I desperately wanted some privacy, to hold him, to touch him; to show
I still cared.
    David looked over his shoulder at his house, no-one was watching him
but a couple of removal men were struggling with the sofa, trying to
squeeze it through the front door.
     "Let's walk." David momentarily took my hand to pull me along with
him. We made our way to the nearest park. It was empty but we scanned the
area again before we hugged.
      Tears welled up in my eyes, it was our goodbye. I felt David's salty
tears trickle down his cheek and land on my neck. They felt cold and I
began to sob.
     David broke away, and I looked at his reddened eyes. He spoke to me
but I could not hear him through my sobbing. I supposed he was trying to
make me feel better by saying that we could still meet and talk on the
phone. I knew the distance would not stop me loving him but things would
never be the same again. We both would change and our relationship would
change. We knew that we could not hold it together in the long term and for
me it made the parting worse.
     We walked to the swings and sat down, sitting in silence as I calmed
down and my eyes dried up.
     No plans were made, just intentions. Phoning each other every day;
trying to see each other at weekends. Of course it would be difficult and I
was not sure how my parents would feel about paying for my train fare to
Manchester on a regular basis and for putting David up when he came to
me. I hoped that his Father's new job went badly and they were forced to
come back, but I doubted that would happen.
     Our silence was broken by David's mobile phone ringing. He tugged it
from his pocket. "Hello." He said and listened intently.
     "OK, bye."
     That was it, I began to cry. David got to his feet, came over to me
and kissed me softly on the lips.
     "I'll call you tonight." He whispered and slowly walked away, hearing
my sobs quieten with the increasing distance between us.



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