Date: Wed, 28 Jan 2009 06:37:57 -0800 (PST) From: solsticeman@yahoo.com Subject: caught in the lower school bogs Part 11 Caught in the Lower-School Bogs. The Morning After A tale of the 1950's by Solsticeman When our hearts stopped pounding, and we had stopped giggling and kissing, we were suddenly left with the problem of Gray's spunk all over me and mine all over him. Thirteen year old boys dont have much practise at getting out of a narrow single bed, let alone doing it quietly without getting their spunk all over everything! Gray kicked the tucked in bedding out of the way and stood up carefully, my spunk streaming down his leg from where I had spilled it on his thigh. I had some of his on my stomach, but I had caught most of it in my hand. He looked around and spotted his underwear, still where he had dropped them. He swiftly wiped up his leg, gathering the semen as he went. Then he turned them inside out and wiped my stomach and then my hand. "That's better... now where were we?" "I think we just made love!" "I'm fucking certain we did!" Then his face fell... "Sorry, I didn't mean it like that" "Sorry?" "Yes, it was wonderful, as good as I could have hoped for... nothing to swear about!" "Yeah, I know what you mean... were you really crying, you know... when we were doing it ?" "Only because if I hadn't I'd have burst. I was so happy something had to ..." "That's nice, I'm glad... I was singing... I dont remember what, it was the rhythm!" "You were fucking my legs weren't you?" "Yes, more like making love to you, just hoping it was nice for you. I mean it was my hand doing the work, but my ..." "I know, it was your cock was in charge of the rhythm... I think that's how its supposed to be. "I think we got it as right as we could have, dont you?" "Certainly did... and... I'm pretty sure I'm not pregnant!" We collapsed in giggles again. "Come on, I dont know about you but I could manage a snuggle while we go back to sleep." "I'll set the alarm for seven, so we can sort ourselves out before anyone is up. Thank goodness its Sunday, dont ever let me set this up for a week-night!" We spooned, facing towards the moonlight. I was fascinated by the silvery sheen of his skin, the light dusting of silver downy hair on his arms, standing up in the chill. I adjusted the sheet to cover him and drew him into the warmth of my tummy. My arms were around him and I stroked him gently... "No, not again, you're mad!" "No, not again, just relax and go to sleep. I just need to keep touching you that's all" "Kiss me then!" The kiss lasted all night. It probably took a few minutes and we slipped into sleep, lips touching, breathing the warmth of each other. The alarm shook us awake! Neither of us quite sure what was happening, and then we smiled, remembering at the same moment where we were, what we had been doing and what we could and should do next. We got out of bed. This time he didn't turn away, and stood there as tall as a thirteen year old can be, with his tummy pulled in and his cock as proud of itself as any successful lover ever could be. "God, you are gorgeous!" "You too!" He stepped towards me, and swept me into his arms. I felt the swift patter of his heart and the hard thrust of his cock against my tummy. "Will it always be like this?" "Dunno, but I shall always remember it as having been like this the first time!" "The first time WAS special wasn't it... ?" "It couldn't have been better... that really was the first time I made love" "But..." "No buts, we've both played, but that was the first time I made love." "Yeah, me too... that WAS special". He kissed me, a long soft kiss, with closed lips, it wasn't a sexy kiss but there was so much love in it that my heart was singing" "Do you think they'll know?" "We were quiet I think" "No, I mean you look as if ... I dont know, you just look different" "That's love soppy... no-one else will know!" "Terry did, he called us a pair of budgies" "Mm... no more kissing amongst the macs then" and he giggled We put our as yet uncreased pyjamas on, and ruffled up my end of the bed. Gray tucked the bedding in like his mum had, and we got back into bed, sardine style. We snuggled down. I found that my hand could reach him and I stroked his leg. He put his hand on mine and drew it towards his cock. I found that it had softend and now fitted into the palm of my hand, warm and soft. Like a small bird, it trembled in time with his pulse. "I'm so glad we did this" "Me too" and we drifted back to sleep. Breakfast was nice, honey instead of sugar on the cornflakes and home-made jam on the toast. I wasn't sure that my mum would be able to compete... Gray's family were better off. But I was pretty sure she would try... we both had smashing mums! My family had taken the opportunity to spend the day with friends, so I wasn't expected home until tea-time. Gray and I had the whole day to ourselves. It was Sunday and everywhere was shut, but the day was sunny and Gray said the long grass was open on a Sunday even if the cafe's weren't. His mother made us a picnic with a Thermos of tea and some jam sandwiches and we went off to explore his long grass. The long grass we explored was above the town, where it turned into moorland. We walked so far that we suddenly realised that we knew where we were again. We had reached the outermost point of the school's seven-mile cross country course. The course went past Scout's-Hollow, a sort of sunbathing place, sheltered out of the wind, with a grassy bank that faced towards the sun. "I dont know about you but I'm still bushed from last night... lets just sit in the sun" We sat and I put an arm around him and drew him down... He put his face up and I kissed him, just once, very gently... "Shh, just lie still." I took off my shirt and positioned his head on my chest, his ear over my heart. "Sorry its bony... let me know if it stops" "If I couldn't stop it last night I'm pretty sure you are OK here" He laughed. We seemed to laugh a lot that weekend! -------------------------------+++------------------------------