Date: Sat, 23 Aug 2008 21:21:17 +0000
From: Daniel Self <analternativetomodernliving@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Airing Cupboard

"Martin?" -

His name,whispered from the bed next to him. It was a hot summer evening
and the room was still just light with the last of the dusk turned green by
the fading curtains.

"Martin?" - Kevin's whisper again, a little louder.

"Yes? What?"

"Are you still awake?"

Martin whispered a giggle --

"No, I'm asleep!"

It was funny really. Kevin and Martin had been sleeping next to each other
in the dorm for nearly six weeks this term, but, as often happened in
school, Martin had other friends in class and from other times and he and
Kevin had never really got around to knowing each other very well. Martin
liked him though.  He was, although Martin would never have said it to
anyone, attractive.  Yes, Martin thought Kevin was a very attractive
boy. His hair was naturally a very light brown, but he lived in Africa
somewhere, and the sun had turned his hair blond and his skin a warm brown
colour.

Martin knew that Kevin was clever too, and, unlike himself, Kevin worked
hard.  He played chess with Martin often and Kevin usually beat him, and
they regularly shared thoughts about books they had read and music they
listened to.

"I was talking with Jonathan after prep. Tonight..."

Kevin paused. Martin felt a slight tightening in his stomach. Jonathan was
a good friend of Martin's, perhaps his best friend and the friendship
included sex stuff with each other.

Kevin sounded like he was waiting for some sort of permission to carry on.

"What were you talking about?"  Martin asked, cautiously. It wasn't that he
was scared, Martin was as big as any thirteen year old, and certainly
bigger than Kevin, but he didn't like fighting, and he didn't like being
called names, especially queer.

"Sex..."

Kevin took the risk

"... he said you and he..."

He voice dropped so low that Martin could only just make out

"... do stuff."

Even now Martin was wary of committing himself.

"What like?"

"You know...stuff..sex."

He knew alright.  Barely a day passed when he didn't have some sort of
sexual contact with one of the other boys.  A wank, a suck, sometimes just
a grope in the darkened security of the class room when the blinds came
down to watch the TV or projector.  Kevin was a surprise to Martin though.
He never seemed like the kind that might be interested.  A bit too serious,
he supposed, a bit too sensible to be involved in that sort of thing, that
sort of game. Too nice.  Not a dirty pervert like Martin though he must be,
to enjoy playing with cocks, but it was just a game, a bit of fun - that's
all it was. That's what Martin always told himself - just a bit of fun.

"Why?... Are you interested?"

"Sort of.. I ... Yeah"

"Did you and Jonathan do anything?"

Martin didn't ask him that because he was jealous, he was just curious, and
by now also aroused.

"No. We didn't."

"Oh" Martin replied, surprised that Jonathan would have got as far as
talking but not doing.  Jonathan was always horny. Martin reckoned he was
maybe the only boy in Martin's year who wanked with more other boys than he
did.

"I didn't want to."

Suddenly Martin wasn't quite sure where this conversation was going. If
Kevin wanted to do sex, then why didn't he want to do it with Jonathan, and
if he didn't want to do stuff then what was he talking about it for? Martin
lay quiet.

"Not with him anyway, but ..."

Still confused but becoming braver, Martin shifted across his bed.  The
beds were close enough for him to stretch an arm across and touch the soft
fabric of the pyjamas that covered Kevin's shoulder.

"Not here" Kevin whispered.

"Why not, no one else is awake, no one else will hear us."

By now Martin's cock was hard. He needed to touch and be touched.

"I know a good place" Kevin whispered again.

"Where?"

What did Kevin mean, 'a good place', Martin wondered. What was wrong with
here.  They could both easily reach if they stretched across a bit, and the
bogs were too public at this time of night.  Everyone knew why boys went
there at night.

"The big airing cupboard downstairs."

"What!?"

Martin almost shouted rather than whispered.  The idea was brilliant in one
way.  There was no chance of being disturbed down there.  The problem was
that it meant traversing two flights of stairs undetected and with no
reasonably credible excuse that Martin could think of if they got caught.
It seemed a lot of risk for... Martin wasn't even sure what for.

"Isn't that a bit crazy?" he asked in as neutral a tone as he could manage.
He was too turned on now for the risk to be a show stopper.

"It'll be worth it... Come on."

Kevin got out of bed.  Martin tried to see if he was stiff, but by now the
dorm was dark.  Martin scrabbled around for his pyjama top which he had
taken off earlier because of the heat and, not bothering with any of the
buttons, put it on and followed Kevin.  The door was open a crack, but it
was dark beyond it.  Nobody troubled with the landing lights at this time
of year.  Kevin opened the door wider and looked out to the deserted
hallway. At the end of the long corridor the staff duty room door was ajar
and the grey blue flickering light and tinny sound of television filtered
from it.  They walked quickly over the marble effect lino to the top of the
stairs and Martin peered down through the wrought iron bannisters to the
hallway below.  A thumbs up sign to Kevin and they descended the stairs
quickly and silently with the well practised tread of bare boarding school
feet.  On the next level, the same careful progress and they were down to
the basement level. This was where the boiler pipes entered the house and
where the large walk-in cupboard that contained the fresh laundry and bed
linen off some sixty boys was kept.  Kevin opened the door and the light
from a dim bulb flooded into the dark space.

Kevin reached up to a small white device in the hinge of the door and began
to unscrew something.

"What are you doing?" Martin asked, both puzzled and concerned about the
light.

"If you don't take this off, the light goes off as soon as you close the
door."

Kevin turned and smiled at Martin.  Something happened inside Martin.  A
sudden rush like being frightened, except that he wasn't scared. He
suddenly felt very safe.  Kevin knew what he was doing.

"I used to come down here when I got homesick... to read ... And sometimes
to write."

Kevin used to get homesick? Martin was surprised.  Kevin seemed too
sensible and - well - grown up for that.

The white switch came loose and he carefully placed it just inside the door
on the floor. Both boys went in and Kevin pulled the door closed behind
them.

Kevin stood in front of Martin, smiling that same smile that had made
Martin feel so strange, so nice, just now. Normally it was always Martin
that made the first move when it came to sex, but somehow this seemed
different, like it wasn't a game and that Kevin knew how this was done.
Martin just smiled back, looking at Kevin's face, a face which, for the
first time, he could see was kind and caring.  A face that was safe and
secure.  Martin felt that rush again.

Kevin reached a hand up to Martin's face and stroked his cheek, still
smiling, still silent. Then he raised his other hand behind Martin's head
and pulled his face down to his, his lips to his, and he kissed Martin.  A
long, warm, wet kiss. A kiss with his tongue, a kiss like Martin had never
had, like Martin had never given.  This was not the same as sex
stuff. Martin's cock was hard, harder than it had ever been, but this time,
he didn't want to wank and cum.  He wanted Kevin to kiss him again. Kevin
leant back and studied Martin's face, gently moving his hands down his neck
and under the collar of his unbuttoned pyjama top.  He pushed it back and
it flopped to the floor behind Martin who stood in front of him, his bare
chest rising up and down, spellbound, a state of shock, confusion and
contentment. He didn't know what to do next. He just gazed blankly into
Kevin's beautiful face.

"You have lovely skin." Kevin said, his hand moving down Martin's neck and
on to his chest.  Martin felt the hot wet of tears in his eyes. No one had
ever told him something so personal, so caring, just as no one had ever
caressed his body with such tenderness.  He pulled Kevin to him and clung
to his neck, dampening his shoulder with the tears that seemed to have been
waiting for so long for this chance to flow.

"Tell me this isn't just a game Kevin" Martin mumbled, "tell me it's not."

Kevin pushed him back giving no reply, but a single finger raised to his
lips and a gentle "shhh".  Then stooping slightly he leant forward to
Martin's chest and kissed one of his nipples.  The kiss turned into a suck
and instinctively Martin reached for the back of Kevin's head with his hand
and pressed Kevin's head against his chest, looking down to his sun
bleached hair and breathing deeply, drinking his smell. A heady mix of
shampoo and shower gel and something that was just Kevin.  He was
beautiful, so beautiful, too beautiful.  Suddenly Martin felt a sense of
panic. He didn't want his life not to be like this any more.  He didn't
want ever not to have been kissed by Kevin.  He had to know this was real.
He pulled Kevin's head from his breast and cupping his soft chin and cheeks
in his hands, kissed him again.  It was still there - that feeling.  The
indescribable mix of fear and fearlessness, of tenderness and lust.  New
feelings, wonderful feelings.

"Kevin... Kevin."

Martin didn't know what he wanted to say -- he thought he wanted to cry
again but it was just part of the strange unknown feeling.

"Kevin.  Why? Why this? Why me? Why?"

Kevin looked at him with that smile again -- Martin felt like he would
burst.

"Because I love you Martin.  Because the only thing in the world I want is
to be close to you.  You asked just now if this was a game.  It's not, not
for me.  This is how I am.  It's not like they tell us in class. It's not a
phase for me.  I'm not going to grow out of it.  I love boys, not
girls. It's not a game.  It's real and I love you so much I had to tell
someone, so I told Jonathan.  It's just a game for him, but he said he
didn't think it was for you. 'Go for it' he said - 'I won't tell' he said
'What have you got to lose?'.

"... and so I did, but it feels to me like I've got everything to lose.
But I had to know Martin, I have to know ... that's why ... I love you."

Martin heard the words "I love you", and now he knew what that strange
feeling was all about.  Was that him loving Kevin or Kevin loving him?  He
didn't know for sure but he knew now that he loved Kevin too.

"It's not" - Martin undid the top button of Kevin's pyjama top

"a game for me" - and he undid the second button

"either" - and he undid the last button and pushed Kevin's top off.

"and I don't think I knew that until now Kevin, and you make me feel..."

Martin hugged Kevin close and held him.  He could feel both their hearts
thumping, their rhythm joining the naked skin of their chests and arms
wrapped around each other.  Now it was Kevin who seemed relieved and Martin
who was finding a strength in the love that he now recognised. Their lips
met again and this time Kevin drew Martin's whole body to his, one hand
behind his head pressing his lips to his, the other the around his
backside, holding Martin tight against his groin.  Martin could feel the
lump of Kevin's hard cock pressed against the side of his.  His hands
reached behind Kevin, and tightened the lock on their bodies.

It seemed like forever, all Martin's strength draining but being replaced
by something new, something softer and something he didn't feel ashamed of.
Once again his eyes were misted by tears and he could feel the tightness in
his throat of trying not to cry aloud.  When he finally spoke it came out
as a fumbled mix of giggling and sobbing.

"Sorry ... sorry Kevin, it just feels strange that's all, like a film
that's so happy it makes you feel sad, that's how I feel."

Kevin started to kiss Martin's chest again and then pulled away from him
purposefully and turned to face the shelf of pyjamas, neatly arranged in
piles two or three deep. He pushed them all to one end of the shelf and
then reached under the shelf and produced a thick quilted thing that Martin
guessed must of many sleeping bags kept by the schools for camping
trips. Kevin unrolled and laid it over the warm wooden slats of the pyjama
shelf. He jumped up on to the shelf and laid down, close to the wall, his
hand beckoning Martin to the space beside him.

Martin sat on the shelf next to where he lay.  He took a moment to savour
the lithe beauty of Kevin's naked top half and the lower half still clad in
baggy soft cotton pyjamas, secured around the waist by a thick white cord,
but clearly tented by Kevin's stiff cock which pulsed beneath the material
in time with his beating heart.  Martin's finger traced a line from Kevin's
navel to one of the loose ends of the white cord. He gripped it and pulled
gently causing the loosely tied bow to unravel. As he did so, Kevin's hand
mirrored his actions releasing the tie around Martin's bottoms.  Martin
stood up and his pyjama bottoms fell in a soft concertina around his
ankles. Kevin raised his middle allowing Martin to pull his bottoms down
exposing Kevin's hard cock rising from a fuzz of light brown hair, and
rooted in two balls hanging in a nearly naked pouch of soft wrinkled skin.
His foreskin completely covered the end as a puffy lip and was slick with
the the thin honey of his pre ejaculate.  Martin's own foreskin was already
strained slightly back from the tip revealing the eye of his cock looking
out through a single lens of sap oozing from its opening.

Kevin reached out to him, and he got back on to the makeshift bed, lying
next to him and savouring the closeness of his hot young skin.  He rolled
over onto him and supporting his weight on his outstretched arms began to
grind his cock and and Kevin's between them. Martin lowered his head to
kiss Kevin's lips, his face and his neck whilst Kevin's hands worked on his
buttocks, clenched in an effort to slow the orgasm that was already
building in him.

"Fuck me Martin ... fuck my arse.  Fill me."

Fuck?  Martin had never fucked.  That was what real homos did, not players
of the game like him.  He looked down at Kevin, at his perfect smile and
his eyes, inviting, imploring Martin to make him his.  Fuck -- this was no
game.  Then just for a moment Martin hesitated.  How?  How do you do it? He
wondered.  The moment passed as Kevin took control.  He reached behind him
and grabbed a couple of pairs of clean pyjamas, and lifting his bottom,
placed them beneath, raising it slightly.  He raised his feet and hooked
his legs over the top of Martin's shoulders, at the same time taking a
mouthful of spit in his fingers which he rubbed around and into the tight
star of his arse.

"It'll hurt me Martin.  I want it to hurt me. Hurt me, fill me." Kevin's
whisper turned almost to a sigh.

Still unsure, Martin slicked his cock with spit and almost falling onto
Kevin, moved the tip of his cock against the crack of Kevin's tight arse.
Kevin's hand reached down between them and holding Martin's length, guided
it to his hole.

"Hurt me Martin."

Martin didn't want to hurt him. He didn't know how it would hurt.  Kevin
pulled Martin to him and Martin felt his cock enter Kevin's tightness.
Kevin pulled Martin harder and Martin saw him clench up and then breath
out, trying to relax.  He pulled on him again, but this time it was Martin
who had to pull back a bit as Kevin's virgin tight ring dragged his
foreskin back more than he could bare.  Then in again, slightly easier.  In
again, and again. Kevin's eyes were filling with tears below him, but he
couldn't stop now.  He rammed hard into Kevin's boy cunt burying his five
inches deep inside him.  Kevin grunted, as though he had been thumped in
the stomach and then Martin felt the warm spurts of Kevin's semen as his
cock spasmed, pumping spunk over his stomach and heaving chest.  It was too
much.  Martin knew it was supposed to last longer than this, but suddenly,
he felt the pulsating flow of his ejaculation as he thrust desperately
against Kevin wanting to push his whole body inside.  Holding tight to
Martin's buttocks, Kevin crushed him to him as though trying to squeeze
every last drop from him.  Martin lay down on him, their bodies slithering
together in the sticky lubricant of Kevin's seed.  They kissed, they bit at
each other with gentleness and tenderness.

Martin rolled over and they lay side by side, torsos rising and falling as
their bodies, hot like the coals in a sauna, recovered in the dry heat of
the airing cupboard.

"I'm sorry" Martin whispered, gazing at the slats of the shelf above them.

"Sorry nothing. You were beautiful -- you made me cum and I didn't even
touch myself"

"I meant for hurting you"

"I knew it would... it said it would... it was the best hurt."

"What said it would?"

"A book I read about...  making love with another boy"

Suddenly Martin felt so proud, of himself and of Kevin.  That was what they
had done. They had made love.  He loved Kevin and Kevin loved him and they
made love.  Not like in the bogs with Jonathan, or the other boys.  Kevin
and him, it was different.  Martin reached down and held Kevin's hand.

"We could stay here all night.. like this" he said, raising himself up to
lean on his elbow and and look at Kevin's semi erect cock hanging relaxed
but still beautiful over his balls.  Kevin combed Martin's hair with his
fingers.

"We can't, we have to go back."

"In a minute" Martin replied, and they lay together listening to the sounds
of each others breathing.

"Come on -- we have to go."  Kevin pushed Martin gently from the slatted
shelf and set to replacing all that had been moved as Martin pulled on his
pyjama bottoms.  Kevin turned and Martin gave hugged his naked body
tightly, burying his nose in Kevin's hair, savouring the perfume and
texture. Kevin pulled away and put on his own pyjamas and them reaching
down for the white light switch fitting, pushed the door open and remounted
the device in the hinge.

Both boys then set of back to green dorm in silence, retreading their steps
of earlier without incident.  Kevin signalled that he was going to the
toilets at the end of the landing, and Martin headed back to his bed.  He
pulled the sheet back and climbed in.  The bed felt cooler and Martin
pulled the sheet over himself.  A moment later, he heard Kevin return and
then a warm kiss on the back of his neck.  Kevin lifted the sheets and
climbed in the bed, cuddling up behind Martin pushing one arm under
Martin's head and draping the other over his body, pulling the two boys
close together.  Martin, filled with a happiness he had never imagined
could exist quickly fell asleep in the embrace of his new love. Kevin, who
always lay awake for a long time before drifting of to sleep, breathed
deeply and contentedly, thinking of what had happened and enjoying the warm
dampness between the cheeks of his newly tried bottom.  Soon he too fell to
sleep as his and Martin's bodies settled on a single gentle rhythm.

Martin awoke to the ever beaming voice of Mr King, their house master

"Good morning green dorm.  Time to rise."

Martin panicked as he remembered how he and Kevin had fallen asleep.  He
turned in the bed, but Kevin was no longer there.  He was in his own bed,
awake and looking at Martin with his beautiful smile.  Silently he mouthed
the words "I love you." at Martin who smiled back, happy to be starting
what felt like the first real day of his life.