Date: Wed, 18 Feb 1998 14:53:37 GMT
From: Ashton
Subject: From Drugs to Sex

                               From Drugs to Sex
                                       
Before you go read my stories, I have to say for some weird reason that
this site contains erotic fiction regarding sex between consenting minor
boys. I am supposed to point out (or something) that viewing this material
may be forbidden in your country/state/religion/ethnic area or whatever and
I cannot be held responsible for the consequences. I suppose I should also
saw for those of you with really weak mind that there is some offensive
language, or to put it another way, swearing.

I would also like to say that any views expressed in this writing are my
own, and I am exercising my right to free speech. No offence was meant in
any way to anyone at all. I must also say that in the writings there are
many characters who exist in real life and that no harm was intended in any
way whatsoever towards them. (This much should be blatant as they are my
friends...) I should also point out that the erotic parts and some other
areas in this story have never happened. (but you never know...)

Note for horny gay minors: I (the author) am also a horny gay minor and why
you should not be allowed to view this is completely beyond my reasoning. I
should warn you that it is probably illegal for you to do so, as it
probably was for me to write this.


CHAPTER ONE

"How dare you undermine me!??!?" screamed my mother.

  "I wasn't, I was only stating an opinion," my father retorted.

   I decided I'd had enough. "I can't stand this. I'm going to Nehi's," I
shouted at them, and as the world in general. I stormed out of the kitchen,
out of the front door and began the half-hour trip to my friend Nehi
Hucker's house through the hilly streets of Bristol.

  I was secretly glad that my parents had given me an excuse to leave the
house as I was so utterly bored there I was glad I could go to Nehi's house
and relax for the night. I never knew, but he might have some skunk left
over from the night before for me to drown my sorrows in. I was thoroughly
pissed off with my parents continual arguing, and although I knew it would
settle down soon I just couldn't put up with it right now.

   As I walked up the most laborious part of the climb I wondered who would
be at the Hucker household tonight. Nehi would definitely be there as he
could never be arsed to leave it, and I knew that he wouldn't mind me
staying there.  I really hoped that he wasn't depressed tonight; his mood
swings were unimaginable, one day he could be laughing and joking around
and the next as pissed off with the world as I was now. I suppose that was
just your average adolescent, but he seemed to have `swings' more than
other people I knew at school.

   My walk took me past that very place and I got annoyed with that too. It
was a pretty modern thinking school but the `students,' as we were called
in an effort to make us more `mature,' had something against anyone who was
`different.'  I certainly fit in to that category as I stood out
physically, being 6 foot 2 and only 14, and having red hair that made me
easily visible, so I was often compared to a lamp-post. I didn't have all
that much of a problem with this, as I'd been used to it for all my life,
and at least I couldn't hide it.  What I could hide, and had to, was my
sexuality. I am gay, and although I knew the school wouldn't care I knew
that the student body probably would.  As far as I knew no one in the
entire school had come out publicly. The words gay, bent, puff etc weren't
just used to describe homosexuality but also for someone you just didn't
like, for any reason. This proved that the school's attitude (at least for
the boys, I got the feeling that the girls wouldn't give a toss) was
completely that of being-gay-is-wrong. I'd had to live with this since I
realised about two years ago, but it was really beating me up
inside. Ho-humm...

   Anyway, I reached Nehi's house and let myself in. His house was also the
family's business, they owned a Relaxation Centre (meditation rooms,
massages, sauna, hot tub etc), and the door was open to let in customers
until 10pm, when it closed. I greeted Nehi's mother, Sampitta, took off my
shoes and legged it up the stairs.

  I got into Nehi's family's apartment at the top of the house, and walked
into Nehi's bedroom. I wasn't surprised not to find him there, as I guessed
he be up in his older brother Nandi's bedroom, which was in the attic. We
called it the most illegal room in Britain, as not only was it only about 5
foot 11 high, but it had a window which had blown off in a storm and nearly
killed their next- door-neighbour. Plus, the floor was lined with all kinds
of Cannabis, as Nehi and his family were total junkies. I should say,
though, that I am not; I just use it every now-and-then, as I find it
relaxing, but I'm not addicted.  (Tonight was probably going to be one of
those now-and-then nights...) I climbed up the ladder which led up to the
loft and was greeted with a familiar smell of freshly burned hash.

   A familiar scene met my eyes; Nandi was lying on his sofa-bed, dead to
the world, clutching his bong to himself. His eyes were glazed and I could
tell he was out of it. Nehi was on Nandi's computer playing Ultima Online
and Tau, a friend of Nandi's, was on another of Nandi's friends' (who'd
gone to India for 2 months) computer playing Diablo. We were RPG freaks
when it came to computers; the Huckers had got a 300 quid phone bill from
playing Ultima Online 24/7, an internet game we were all very fond of. As I
got off the ladder and kneeled down Tau and Nehi's heads turned towards me.

   "Oh no, piss off Isaac." This was Tau, who didn't really like any of
Nehi's friends, so I ignored him, and concentrated on Nehi:

   "Hi Nehi," I said. "Is it OK is I stay here tonight; my parents are
arguing again?"

   "Oh yeah, sure, Nandi's bonged out and Tau's just being an arsehole. I
could do with someone who doesn't continually whinge," he replied. I could
tell he was in a good mood, for once. This took a weight of my chest, and I
took a stool and sat down next to Nehi, leant on the desk and watched him
play for the rest of his turn.


"Turn's over now Hucker boy, get off the computer, "Tau whined at Nehi,
jostling him.

  "Piss off Tau," he whinged back, "I've still got five minutes."

  "I know, but if you get off now you I'll give you a hit..."

   At this my eyes lit up, along with Nehi's. I asked my friend if I could
have one too, and he agreed, after a few minutes persuasion. I waited until
Nehi'd had his, sat on Nandi's bed and lit the cone. It was only after the
smoke had drifted right up to my mouth did I notice that Nehi had packed it
to the top; he could see how pissed off I was. I looked at him, and saw his
mischievous grin.  I raised my eyebrows in what I hoped was a "thanks" kind
of look, and sucked in the warm smoke, making it fill my lungs. I then
realised that he'd made it almost pure, and exhaled quickly, but too
late. The effect had already hit me and I tried saying a friendly "you
tosser" to Nehi, but my eyes rolled and I fell back onto Nandi's bed...


I was dancing, in a dark room, with dark lights. The room was filled with
smoke, and I recognised the music to be some sort of weird mix of Aqua's
Barbie Girl, TeleTubbies say `Eh-Oh' and some sort of Hip-Hop. I looked
more closely at my surroundings and noticed I was with about 15 really cute
guys who I knew from school. I realised then that the only thing we were
all wearing was our boxer shorts! We were all in a circle, with arms linked
and running around anti- clockwise really fast. We were all sweating and I
could feel the sweat from my neighbours pouring into my armpits. I
instantly hardened, but noticed that no- one else had. I couldn't unlink my
arms, and we just kept going round and round and round...


I woke up on Nehi's sofa in the living room downstairs. I had no idea how
I'd got down there, but remembered coming to Nehi's after being pissed of
with life in general. I was wearing all my clothes, and there was a blanket
draped over me.  I looked at my watch and realised that I couldn't focus on
it.  I was immediately worried as I thought I'd worn my contact lenses
overnight, something which can blind a person, but then realised I hadn't
put them on yesterday and had come here with my glasses. I looked round for
them and picked them up from the table and looked at my watch again: 11:36
a.m. Shit, not that late at least, but I hoped everyone else would be up.

  I wandered into Nehi's bedroom and saw he wasn't in his bed, so I climbed
the ladder to find everyone in Nandi's room. I noticed that my friend Vlad
was there also, laughing at what I presumed was the thought of me being
knocked out after one hit. I told him to fuck off and asked how I got
downstairs.

   "You walked, remember?" Nehi asked. I shook my head. "You woke up at
about 1:30 and mumbled that you were tired and went downstairs onto the
sofa." I had no recollection of this, so I just took his word for it.  Tau
then said something about me mumbling about `nice bodies' while lying on
Nandi's bed, but I hadn't regained all my senses yet and so ignored him.

   The rest of the day passed un-eventfully. I went home at about 1pm,
realised it was Sunday and that there was school tomorrow. Oh, shit!  I got
a good telling off from my parents, who of course hadn't been able to ring
me as Nehi's phone had been engaged as they were on the Internet all night
and since 9am that morning. I was too knackered to listen and so did my
homework and went to bed with a headache at about 8 o'clock, promising
myself that I'd never touch Cannabis again.

CHAPTER TWO

I raced into school at 8:45 as usual, as I had a major habit of being 5
mins late.  (I woke up at 8 o'clock, left home at 8:30 and arrived at
quarter to nine, missing the bell which went off at 8:20!) I walked round
the back of the main building, cursing the old Headmaster who'd made some
mad rule that only adults were allowed to use any of the doors at the front
of the school, which were much faster if I wanted to get to my form
room. No-one knew if that rule still existed, as the new Head had changed
almost every other rule for the better and had made many other changes,
from allowing us to wear black trainers to shortening school by 5 minutes
and even commissioning the building of a new library/IT block.

  I ran up the 6 flights of stairs to the top floor where my tutor room was
and along the corridor to be registered. I stormed in, and was about to
give my usual rushed apology for being late and sit at my table to go back
to sleep for a few minutes when I realised that my tutor was talking to my
head-of-year and this guy I hadn't seen before. He was really cute, had
long frizzy blond hair, was smaller than me (well, everyone was...) and had
an arse which was showing through his tight jeans that just started my dick
screaming at to be cuddled up to. My mind told it to bugger off for now as
I needed a more decent explanation for my year head,

   "Sorry I'm late sir, miss," I gabbled "My house lost power in the storm
last night and my alarm clock reset itself which mea..."

  "Don't worry Isaac," hurried my tutor.

   "Isaac, you know Vlad was meant to show Daniel from Australia round
today?"  This was my year head. I vaguely remembered Vlad getting annoyed
at having to be yet another persons `guide,' and nodded. "Well," she
continued, "he's off sick today and so I wondered if you could take care of
him?"

   I realised that she was talking about the fit guy standing next to
her. "Of course, miss, I don't mind." AT ALL, IN ANY WAY!!!!

   Mrs.  Sleigh thanked me, and so Daniel and I went to sit at my table.
Strangely enough, we got into a conversation really easily, something
unusual for me as I am usually very shy. I suppose it must have been that
arse that swung it. I asked him if he liked computers, and it turned out
that we had very similar interests; we both liked PC games and knew quite a
bit about the Internet, we read the same books, both enjoyed swimming and
both liked Hip- Hop.  As the conversation turned towards Australia, where
my Dad grew up and I had relatives, I got the chance to look him over a bit
more. As he was only in the country for a week he hadn't wasted money on
the school uniform, and was wearing a white T-shirt with the 3 Adidas
stripes down the arm and a pair of tight black Levi's. Through the T-shirt
I could make out what seemed to be a nice swimmer's six-pack forming below
a chest that could have come straight from Baywatch. Between his legs was a
bulge that wasn't hidden by his tight jeans and I felt a hardon beginning
to form in my own jeans, which were a pair of baggies.  (I called it
`uniform' earlier, but it was more of a dress-code; school rules about
clothes were probably the least strict in Bristol: a sweatshirt that had
any school logo on it, of which there were about thirty, black or grey
trousers, of any kind, any sort of black shoes, including trainers.)  I
wore baggy jeans as otherwise I looked more lanky than I was, which is
pretty lanky, and also because I was prone to getting hard over the
slightest thing which I hid well so's not to cause embarrassment. I would
have liked to show off, but a community where gay-is-wrong is not the best
one to do this.  It was hot today and I was only wearing my polo-shirt,
which I kept undone at the top, which was actually accepted as trying to
attract girls, and I needed a new one as it was a bit tight on my
small-but-developing pecks.

   I looked up again at Daniel and realised he'd just looked up at me, as
if he'd been looking me over too. I got a twinge of hope that he was gay,
but it was just too much to hope for. Nevertheless, I noticed a small smile
twinge at his mouth and caught sight of what I hoped was a light growth in
his bulge; it seemed to tent up, but I dismissed this as a figment of my
over-active imagination.

   At that moment the bell went, signalling the start of the first lesson.
I told Daniel it was Religious Studies, so we slipped through a resource
area which was a short-cut, and downstairs to the RS room.

CHAPTER THREE

I had a great morning, getting along with Daniel better than I could have
hoped.  He was in all my lessons and we inexplicably shared interests and
dislikes in the same subjects, that morning being RS, English and Physics.
I had a crap Physics teacher who ignored everything that happened, so we
had a laugh with the Bunsens for most of the lesson, burning anything and
everything we could get our hands on.

   By the time it got to lunchtime I had discovered that as well as Vlad
being ill neither Nehi nor my other friend Luke were in school, so I had
the lunch- hour alone with Daniel. He asked me if the canteen was any good,
so I told him that virtually all they served was fat, and that I knew a
good pasty shop not 2 minutes walk from school, so we set off out the back
entrance.

   On the way there I'd worked up a bit of an appetite, so I bought a
brunchy, which was a traditional fry-up wrapped in pastry, and Daniel had a
chicken and mushroom pastry. My flat feet had started aching again, and so
we went into the estate behind the shop and sat down at a table in the
garden of a pub which didn't mind if students from our school sat down
there, so we did just that.

   I was certain that he'd been looking me over again in the shop while I
was ordering, as behind the counter was a huge mirror which I presumed he
must've missed.  While he started telling me a story of his diving to the
Great Barrier Reef that summer I mulled everything that'd happened over in
my head and decided I would ask him blatantly if he was gay, when I felt
his leg rub gently but tentatively at mine. I gasped involuntarily and
looked up at him, which he must have taken as a bad sign, as he looked away
and removed his leg.

   "Hey, I liked it there," I said in a soft voice. Daniel looked back up
at me and grinned. He started playing footsie again, this time with me
joining in.

   "You said your feet were aching," Daniel whispered.  "Why don't we go
someplace quiet and I can give you a foot massage..."

   I gradually hardened; I had discovered about a year ago about a
sensitive erogenous zone on my feet, and the images conjured up by my
testosterone filled brain made me mentally drool on the idea. "I know just
the place..."


We made our way to Nehi's house, which was only about ten minutes from
school, and walked down the alley that led to behind his back-garden. He
had a little shed there which was fully carpeted and heated and I was
pretty sure we wouldn't be disturbed, so we climbed over the wall, locked
the shed door behind us and closed the curtains. I kicked off my shoes,
spread out my feet and tented higher while Daniel slowly pulled off my
socks.

  He started his massage by at first rubbing slowly from the tips of my
toes to my heel and someway up my ankle. He started with my left foot and
gradually became more firm and I grunted my pleasure to him. Without
warning he suddenly buried his face in the sole of my foot and rubbed that
all over it. I moaned as I spurted precum into my boxers and closed my
eyes. I was about to lie back on the cushions lining the floor as a jolt of
pleasure rippled up my body as I felt his tongue gently caress my smallest
toe, causing me to involuntarily gasp in for breath.  My breathing became
more irregular as he lapped around the creases of my left foot, and I felt
him move over to my right.  All of a sudden the warm liquid ceased being
spread over my spasming toes, creating a seemingly loneliness that would
never end, but I felt warm breath on my lips. I opened my eyes to see
Daniel's face hovering over mine and he lent further down to kiss me.

   I had never passionately kissed anyone in my entire life, let alone a
boy, and from what I could tell from his technique nor had he. At first
only our sensitive lips stroked each other and then I felt his tongue
tentatively push against my soft entrance making me guess that he wanted
access to my dark cavern. I opened up and felt him probe my mouth, delving
into the many crevices and niches only I had previously known about. I
decided I wanted to know what he was hiding too, and pushed my tongue back
into him, copying his movements and I felt jets of saliva being sprayed
against my sensitive muscle.  The feeling of our lips joining combined with
tongues running as one was so good for us that at the exact same moment we
both emitted a low moan deep in our throats.

   I decided to take things a little bit further so I freed my right arm
from under him and snaked it under the back of his T-shirt. I started
caressing his back slowly from his shoulders down to his arch repeatedly
stroking that area and then to his boxers where I sneaked my index finger
and felt the top of his sweaty crack. I heard him groan softly and felt him
change position on top of me as he started grinding his hips into mine and
I felt his boner press against mine through the denim and just noticed his
enlarged balls drape on my sac.  I carried on with my exploration of his
arse, pulling his boxers slightly down while I squeezed his big swimmer's
globes.

   Daniel lifted his upper body away from mine, steadying himself with his
left arm while his right gradually pulled my polo-shirt up to under my
arms. I got the feeling that he thought it didn't belong on my body, so I
pulled my hands out from under his shorts and allowed him to expose my bare
chest. I noticed his sky-blue eyes widen as if with satisfaction and he
continued his grinding while at the same time gently stroking my nipples. I
pulled his head towards mine again and we embarked on another stimulating
kiss.

   I started wondering where my orgasm had gone; normally I only lasted a
few minutes when by myself. I helped him with his grinding and that
combined with our saliva-swap and his chest-stroking caused me to squirt
another load of precum followed immediately by my flow of cum and most
exciting orgasm of my life. A ripple of ecstasy swept through my body right
after that and went right to the end of my tongue, which was currently in
Dan's mouth. This jolt must have gone through his body too, as I felt him
suddenly slow but intensify his grinding and as he closed his eyes I felt a
wet patch join mine. We broke from the kiss and he rolled off me and lay on
the floor, both breathing heavily.

   I had wanted that moment to never end, but the inevitable had finally
happened. I absent-mindedly glanced at my watch and noticed that we only
had 15 minutes to get back to school for the start of afternoon school.
  "We'd better be getting back, Dan," I suggested.

  I stood up, and a few strings of cum joined us. I scooped it up and
licked my hand; it tasted different than my own cum, sweeter, and with a
sharper taste. I offered Daniel a hand and helped him to his feet. He was
about to unlock the door when the sight of the tight arse that I'd been
fondling caused my emotions to take over and I grabbed him and we swept
into another passionate kiss.  I gave him his share of our sperm and took
some of his saliva. He gave a gentle `Mmmmm...' but reminded me of the wet
patch at out crotches.

  "No, problem, there's a tap outside," I told him. I put my polo shirt
back on and we went out into the bright summer's sunshine. I turned the tap
on full blast and pulled him next to me. The jet which splashed from the
sink hid any suspicious marks and we looked as though we'd been hit by the
spray from a truck's wheels.

   We climbed out of Nehi's garden and strode back to school. We got on
even better that afternoon as we now knew something about each other that
no-one else did. He was the only person that knew I was gay, and this
terrible secret being no longer such a secret lifted a burden from my
breast that I'd carried for over two years.

I slept better that night than I had for a long time. The first thought on
my mind when I woke up the next morning was that I was in love.

CHAPTER FOUR

I walked into school the next day in the very boxers that Dan had grinded
my cum into, and was missing him already, even though it had barely been 12
hours since we parted the day before. For once I wasn't late, and walked
into my form- room in the best mood I'd been in for ages. The smile on my
face vanished, however, as I looked at my table. I walked to Sir's desk.

  "Where's Daniel today, Sir?" I asked my tutor.

   "Ah, yes, he rang this morning saying he was jet-lagged, and wouldn't be
in school." My face fell even lower. "But he asked if you could pop into
his hotel at lunch." Both my mouth and my cock started pointing
upwards. "He's staying at The Washington, in Tynd-"

  "I know it, thanks Sir." The Washington was a posh hotel in Clifton, the
same area of Bristol where Nehi lived, so not far from school. The
knowledge that he was expecting me turned me on tons, and got my fantasies
running until the lunch-hour.


Today Nehi was in school, so I had to dodge him so I could get to The
Washington alone. Luckily we were in different lessons, so I excused myself
five minutes before the bell, saying I had an instrumental lesson, and
hastily made my way into Clifton.

   I walked through the canopied entrance into the hotel's main
reception. The suited, big-nosed man behind the counter looked at me
enquiringly, so I walked towards him.

  "I'm here to see Daniel..." I realised that I didn't know his surname!
Shit!

   "Over here, Isaac!" I heard a voice call behind me. I spun round to see
Dan get up from the chairs in the hallway which led out of the reception
and breathed a sigh of relief.

   I walked over to him. "Fuck, I don't know your last name! Lucky you were
here, otherwise I wouldn't have found you!" I noticed the receptionist
cough, with what I guessed was reference to my `language.' I've never
understood this adult fascination of swearing to be offensive; it's the
best way of expressing yourself.  A middle-class professional family like
mine wasn't the best place for a 14-year-old teenager to grow up in if he
wishes to be accepted by his peers, something I've had trouble with. Sorry,
I'm babbling again...

   "Come on, let's go up to our apartment," Dan suggested. "It's nice and
warm instead of this cold English weather." I caught his drift, and
followed him into one of the Hotel's many spacious lifts.


We entered a very long, straight corridor, decorated with a red carpet and
glossy gold wallpaper. Dan lead me down to the door at the end of it.  I
must say, he didn't look very jet-lagged to me, just fucking horny...

   He opened the impressive double-mahogany doors and led me through. I
looked around to see a suite consisting of two bedrooms, a bathroom and
lounge, complete with surround-sound speakers for their massive 40 inch
television.  He lay sprawled on the sofa facing it and stretched his arms
as he yawned, giving me a good glimpse at his small tufts of blonde
underarm hair through his baggy sleeves.  He once again noticed me looking
him over, but this time I wasn't embarrassed, and walked closer.

  "Want a better look?" the sexy boy asked me.

  "That would be nice."

  "You'll have to get me first..." So, he wanted to play hard-to-get, then?
Well, my long legs do have some purpose, as I chased him around the four
rooms, and almost had him more than once but I have quite a weakness in
turning corners. I saw my chance when he ran from his bedroom straight down
to the lounge, so I dived at his feet and knocked him over with
me. Laughing, I pulled myself further towards his upper body and, pulling
his T-shirt over his head, had my first glimpse of his well-built, if
small, chest.

   My heart missed a beat. This guy was, very literally, the pecks! His
nipples were just the right size; about an inch in diameter, and his pecks
stood out from the rest of him, like some very flat-chested woman. It was
almost all muscle, with just a little fat creating a delicious wobbling
effect.  His nipples were erecting under my gaze, and the small
goose-pimples that were circling them were just screaming at me to wrap my
tongue around them.  His growing six-pack standing out with the only hair I
could see being a small tuft which went from where I presumed the top of
his pubes were to his belly-button.

   "Mmmmm," murmured Daniel, and I noticed that while I was in my daze he'd
lifted up the waistband of my boxers and could see my ginger pubes. I
looked up at him and saw that his expression was obviously one of wonder --
the idea of someone having red pubic hair was something that was as weird
to him as it was to most others at my school when the thought `if his head
hair is red, what must the rest of him be like?' entered their minds.
  "Look OK?"

  "It's a novel experience Isaac." I smiled.

   "Fuck, your chest damn beeeeeautiful!" I cried, as I felt his small
hands reach down into my boxers and clench at my prick. I closed my eyes
and lowered myself onto his chest, and, while he rubbed my bollocks either
side of my penis, leant into his armpits and slided onto his left nipple. I
got out my tongue, and licked all around it, around the ridge that defined
his chest and down to his stomach-button, softening the brown hair that led
down to his most beautiful of organs.

   I stopped in mid-lick, as I felt my jeans being lowered to my feet,
along with my boxers. My hard dick and loose balls sprung into the open,
and as I lowered myself my head ran against the bulge that was obvious
though his Levi's.

   I resumed my licking, and tried to pull his own trousers to the ground
with my mouth-muscle. His jeans needed unbuttoning though, so I opened my
eyes and was about to do just that as Dan started wanking me. As if it
didn't feel good enough when I jerked off myself he had to come do it for
me. I'd started to think that my bodily experiments couldn't get any better
and now this was happening. I tried to suppress the feelings enough so I
could get back to the task in hand, and I managed to shakily unbutton his
trousers and lift them down to the ground and push them over his bare feet,
which I presumed he'd kicked off his shoes to make them so. I closed my
eyes as I wanted to be naked myself before I saw him, and kicked off my
shoes and lifted myself so I could take of my polo-shirt.

   I opened my eyes. This was better than seeing Zach, a really nice guy at
school with the largest balls you've ever seen, in the swimming pool's
changing rooms two years ago! His 6 incher touching mine, however good it
felt, must be stopped so I could get a better look. I pulled away from him
and saw that it was surrounded by a mop of brown pubes that made a star
shape whose uppermost point narrowed and reached his tummy-button, and
around his balls hair sparsely sprang more of the small strands. He pushed
me off him and wriggled out.  I waited expectantly as he pushed his face
into my arse, lowering me to the ground. His hand sneaked under my calves
and he rolled me over.

   His face was instantly above my genitals, and he sent shearing euphoria
through my body as he licked from under my ball sac, around between my
testicles and up the throbbing tube to my slit. He engulfed my entire
four-and- a-half inches and madly started bobbing his head up and down. I
closed my eyes once more, engulfed in the ecstasy of the moment.

   A slightly wet feeling hit my upper lip. I could guess what it was, and
returned Dan's favour, taking his entire length into my mouth. I spurted my
own precum as I tasted his wet dick; it was sharp and sweet, and the scent
of his pubes which were running against my nose gave me a mini orgasm. I
started to bob my own head as I guessed that was what was giving me the
amazing feelings I was experiencing. I realised my climax was due once
again, and felt it coming, and started to try and fuck Daniel's face. He
started to so the same, our heads and hips moving at the same rhythm. I had
trouble breathing for a few seconds as I came, squirting the substance onto
his tonsils.

   At the very moment my orgasm ended and I stopped fucking his face his
dickhead started spasming in my mouth. I closed my throat as I wanted to
keep his liquid for as long as I could, and he started pumping millions of
one- celled creatures into me. The taste was brilliant, once again sweet
but not as sharp as his precum. He gave a few ending pumps and finally
eased off. I swung round under him and we kissed once more, me dribbling
his cum back to him and he doing the same to me. Our tongues entwined
again, and I never wanted to leave...

   That reminded me, it was only an hour long lunch-break. I unwillingly
pulled out of the kiss and swore to myself. Having to leave this brilliant
person yet again was hell. I explained to Daniel that I was already 15 mins
late, but he gave me an invitation I couldn't refuse: to come back again
after school, as his parents were out until midnight on some business
function. I hastily pulled on my clothes, dripping sweat into them. Luckily
there was no wet patch as we'd eaten all the cum, but I stunk from all the
sweat I'd created during my intense work-out. I pecked Dan on the cheek,
and ran out the door.

CHAPTER FIVE

I ran into German 20 mins late, telling Frau Ferris (or Bitch as she was
known by the students) that I was late because of a Clarinet lesson.  I sat
down beside Nehi, who asked me why I was late: he knew I had my lessons on
Wednesday, not Tuesday.

  "I was flying to the moon." This basically meant it was none of his
business, so he didn't pester me any longer.


The entire afternoon I was racing with anticipation; learning German verb
endings and what every part of a plant was called was nothing compared to
what I hoped would happen after school that day. Just before we left school
at 3:30 we got told that there was a training day tomorrow -- no school!  I
hoped my bitchy parents would let me stay the night at Nehi's, which is
where I would tell them I'd be going. A night in bed with Dan -- that got
my testosterone pumping!

   I went straight to The Washington, and had found out Dan's surname from
school, so I got into his room easily. I couldn't see him straight away,
but followed the noise I could hear, leading me to the kitchen. A brilliant
smell met my nose: bacon, eggs, oil and yeast. Dan was cooking a fry-up for
two!

  "What's with the yeast?"

   "Its Vegemite!" I shook my head, disappointed, and took the jar of
Vitam-R from my pocket, where I kept it for emergencies.

  "Daniel, Daniel, Daniel, you want to try this," I handed it to him.

  "V-ai-tame Air? What's this?"

  "Its pronounced Vee-tam Are. It's a yeast extract like Vegemite, only
German, and fucking nicer than that crap. A friend of mine introduced it to
me: you may not like it at first but I guarantee that I can hook you to
it." He opened the lid, and drew back after a small whiff. I laughed. "It
smells of fish, I know, but try it on some white toast."

   He took a piece ready from the 6-slice toaster, gingerly spread a small
bit on a corner, and bit. His eyes lit up, and he gave the rest of the
toast a generous spread.  I was surprised; he was the first person I knew,
including myself, who had liked it first try.

  "You like?"

  "Its almost as good as cum!"

   "We can feast on that later, I need some other munch! How long till its
ready?"

  "I could do with some help..."


It took us another 20 minutes to finish preparing it, and another 20 to eat
it.  I loved it, much better than the health freak food I got at home. I
remembered that my Mum would be worrying (come on, she's not that
ridiculous -- it was a whole ten minutes since I should have been home,
she'd probably start phoning the police soon!) so I should ring her.

  "Hi, Mum?... I'm at Nehi's, and there's no school tomorrow.... Yes mum,
we only got told today as well... Yeah, um, I was wondering if I could stay
the night..."

   It took the usual 15 minutes to convince the woman, but in the end I
managed it.  I thankfully hung up, and strode into Dan's lounge, where he
was flicking through the UK's terrestrial TV channels -- all five of them!

  "You can't really channel flick over here, can you?"

  "Um, there's another 30 with cable," I said, jumping beside him on the
couch.  We put our arms around each other, and dazed into watching Bumpy
the elephant's adventures with a big red ball...

   Hmm, perhaps not. We rented out Star Trek: First Contact from
room-service, as it turned out we were both into Trek also, and sat there
in each other's arms.

   Just as Data was having his first experience of hair follicles I looked
down to see a hand pull down my flies. I closed my eyes and sat there as
Dan rubbed my boxers, waking up my dick as I leant over to kiss him.

  We continued kissing, and I pulled down his own flies and started jerking
him off too, wriggling under his boxers to caress his dick up and down, his
balls being held in by his `Authentic Underwear.(***)' He murmured his
satisfaction, and this continued until both our breathing became
laboured. I reached under his T-shirt and rubbed his right nipple with one
hand and tossed him with the other.

   He suddenly jumped up. "I'm sick of this limited access. When Data
launches the quantum torpedoes at the Phoenix come into the bathroom,
preferably with nothing on..."


It took far too long for LaForge to fix up the warp ship, but it happened
eventually. I undressed and ran, genitals bouncing, into the bathroom.

   I looked around but couldn't see Dan anywhere. The huge square bath was
filled about half-way and the shower directed into it, creating clouds of
steam which enveloped my erect penis.

   I jumped, literally jumped, as I felt two hands clutch at my chest.  Dan
rubbed my pecks and paid special attention to my nipples with his thumbs.
I felt him neck my neck, nibbling gently at my shoulders and up to my ear.
He turned me around, keeping himself behind me, and led me into the bath.
I sat down, turned around and pulled him from the waist into my lap, my
cock pressing into his crack. I wanted it to go further in...

  I was about to tell him so, when he turned round and straddled me,
kissing me full and pushing me into the shallow water, so I was lying in
it, with liquid lapping around me.  He reached up and turned off the
shower, then faced me again.  His erection rubbing into mine, he grabbed a
bottle of shower gel and squirted half the bottle onto my belly-button,
creating a small pyramid of green jelly just above my dick head. Dan rubbed
it around my growing six-pack, and up my chest with one hand and around my
pubic area with the other.  He soaped the rest of my body half-heartedly
(but if certainly got me excited, squirting a small drop of precum onto
Dan's cheek), and then leant over my dick and rubbed right from the bottom
of my arse to the slit in my head and around to my pubes at the base of my
dick. I got the feeling that he was paying special attention to that area,
as if he wanted to lubricate it specially...

   My suspicions were correct. Dan stood up, showering my legs in water,
and leant over my head. He kissed me once more, our tongues probing each
other yet one more time, but he pulled away, causing me to whine with loss.

   "Isaac, don't worry, I'm going to sit on your cock. You are gonna fuck
me."  Yippee!  I re-adjusted myself, and noticed that he'd already lubed
his arse; there were a few cum shots on the towels by the door. Fuck, he
must have enjoyed it! I washed off the soap from the rest of my body, and
guided his arse to my dick.

  My head had enlarged tremendously from all the excitement, and I found
that I couldn't get it in very easily, especially at that position. I
eventually gave up forcing my little probe in, so we got out of the bath
and Dan rested his arms on the edge of the bath, with his arse pointing my
way. This was much easier, but I was still a beginner. I pulled myself
towards him, and slowly guided my dick in. I found his hole easily, and
lowly pushed in, seeing my slit disappear, followed by the head. This
provoked a gasp from Dan, so I paused in my entry, and looked up at his
face, his long beautiful hair hanging down by the bath.

  "What?"

  Dan's speech was laboured, "It's ... OK ... just ... be ... careful
... It ... suddenly ...  hurt ... but ... its ... fine ... now."

   "Whatever you say." I waited a few seconds anyway before carrying on.  I
pushed into him, and managed to go so far that my entire dick was enveloped
inside him. I asked him how that was, and was replied with a sarcastic
"can't you go any further?" I reached forward and held my chest close to
his back, groping his own chest and rubbing his nipples. I started another
stroke out and in, still going slowly, which provoked a low moan from Dan:
I guessed I'd glided his prostrate. I gradually picked up pace, and on
about the fifth stroke my own wave of pleasure came as I squirted precum
into Dan's bowls.  I kept going, faster and faster, plunging in and out of
Dan, massaging his chest, smelling his brilliant male smell. It kept
feeling better and better, and we were both moaning tons, sheer ecstasy
sweeping through our bodies.

   After about five minutes Dan shot. Despite my continued pumping I
managed to grab some of his cum and bring it to his mouth. The taste
provoked another shot, and another, followed by three more. 6 shots! I'd
never managed more than four when tossing.  I scooped more up and decided
that I would want some, savouring it in my mouth, tasting his sperm.

  My rhythm grew, and I was going so fast that it felt supersonic. The
combined feelings, smells and tastes pushed me right to my orgasm, and I
squirted my cum inside him.

   I stopped, and kissed Dan on the neck. I remembered to breath again, and
we lay/knelt there for another ten minutes, me inside him, regaining our
breath and finally letting go of the euphoria that we'd given each other. I
wanted it to never end, but it had to.

  Dan broke the silence, "Thanks for that, I've just lost my virginity."

  "Me too. Shit, it was great. What time is it?"

  "Seven. How far did First Contact go?"

   "Data fired; I left just when you told me too. We going to finish
watching it?"

  "Whatever."

   This meant taking myself out of him, something I did with reluctance. We
got into Dan's bed, and finished watching the film from his TV. All the fun
and games had tired me out, and I fell asleep with my head on Dan's chest,
just as the Vulcans landed, and first contact was made.

CHAPTER SIX

It being Wednesday my body clock woke my up promptly at 7:30 that morning,
as it thought I had school. After remembering where I was, I looked over to
see Dan still fast asleep. If I wake up anytime past 7:00 I can never get
back to sleep again, so I decided to leave my lover in his slumber. I got
out of bed and half walked, half stumbled, stark bollock naked into the
kitchen.  Dan obviously wasn't a heavy sleeper (either that or I was louder
than I thought) as just as I had put got out some Pop-Tarts as I felt his
hands fondle my buttocks.

  "Sleep well, dear?" He mockingly asked me.

  "Oh, I guess that my slumber was peaceful enough."

  "Good, good, mine wasn't. I had this very, how shall we say, arousing
dream..."

  "Pop Tart?"

  "Please. Or, even better, how about some Vitam-Cu... R on Is... toast?"

  "Hmm? Don't think I quite caught that..."

   "Nothing, just a berry bonanza Pop Tart is fine: I don't have much of an
appetite, at least for food."

   I took the hint, but took his hands of my arse, "just for now," and put
the food on the grill.

  "Um, we have a toaster," Dan asked/said from behind me.

   "Shit, you see, we don't. My parents say there isn't enough room in the
kitchen, which is a load of bollocks, so I'm more used to grilling toast
and stuff."

   I switched off the grill and bunged the tarts in the toaster. Dan said
he needed a drink, and he walked over to the cupboard, his hardon bouncing
in front of him, and got a couple of glasses of concentrate. Just as we'd
finished drinking the Pop-Tarts popped.

  "So that's why they call them Pop-Tarts; they pop out of the toaster."

  Dan burst out laughing, spilling his cold drink over my warm back,
causing me to jump forward, my warm body reacting to the freezing
temperature in a sort of pleasure/pain sensation.  I tried to save this
until after breakfast, and we sat down at the table to munch in peace.

  We finished eating, and I asked Dan,

  "Did I hear you say something about Vitam-R earlier?"

   "Sort of.  To be blunt, I was thinking about perhaps some Vitam-R as
lubrication...?"

  "So, being blunt, you want to fuck me, with Vitam-R as a lube?"

  "Yeah, that's about it."

   I jumped off my chair, and ran to his bedroom, finally diving on his
bed, head and dick first.  I didn't have long to wait, as, after hearing
Dan rummaging around in my clothes, I felt the cold spread being spread
over my arse-crack.  They say money can't buy happiness, but Vitam-R is
pretty expensive, and I was certainly happy. Dan finished greasing my crack
and decided to probe further, dipping a finger first in Vitam-R and them
into me. I squeezed my arse around his finger and moaned. He added another
finger, and then took both out, giving a sigh of relative boredom.

   He climbed up the bed so that he was kneeling above my head. No words
were needed: instinct told me that he wanted me to yeast up his dick. I
grabbed the jar from where Dan had left it and scooped out a great
dollop. I kept it on my forefingers only, and started with his balls,
massaging them gently.  I made sure each individual hair that protruded
from his sac was covered before venturing higher.  I used my right index
finger to caress the sensitive underside, making it go a sticky brown
colour with the Vitam-R.  I suddenly decided to go all the way, and grabbed
his dick with both hands, jerking it slowly but strongly, with a steady
rhythm.

   "Keep this up and I'll cum," came Dan's laboured breath. I gave him one
jack for luck, and told him to go for it. He moved back to his original
position, and started entry. He slided in easily, but as soon as his head
had entered me I felt a shockwave of pleasure/pain once again, only in a
different place and with the pleasure dominating. I must have gasped, as
Dan asked me if I was OK, and I told him the same thing he'd told me the
day before. He too waited a while before preceding.

   That while was too long. As he pushed his dick in full length for the
first time The pleasure completely destroyed the pain as he skimmed my
prostate: a sensation better than that I'd experienced the Saturday night
before, forcing me to spasm my neck (some strange thing I do when I'm about
to cum) and my dick as I sent squirts of precum onto the sheets beneath
me. I started sweating heavily as Dan went for his second thrust, more
forcefully ramming into my arse and once more gliding my prostate, giving
me sensations that I'd never felt before.  It must have been good for him
too, as I felt a wetness in my bowels that could only be precum.

   The thrusts continued with growing intensity, the third more joyful than
the second, the forth giving more ecstasy than the third that I climaxed
out of nowhere, arching my back as I let out wave after wave of cum and
moans of joy simultaneously amounting in a feeling that was so good I never
wanted it to end.

   But, of course, it did. It hadn't even started for Dan, however, and he
kept going, thrust after thrust into my love-hole, on and on as if there
was no tomorrow.  I felt his hand under my dick, causing it to stay erect,
as he managed to scoop as much cum as he could and dribble half into his
mouth and half into mine. The taste was sweeter than any previous time,
causing another orgasm, but without the cum, only immense feeling.

   Dan planted his sticky hands under my chest, massaging my nipples as I
had done him, as I just lay there in the emotion of the moment. My
arse-muscle tightened continually, and I felt his head enlarge within me,
as great squirts of cum flew into my bowels. He managed to squirt out as
much as he could, slowing his pumps until at last he stopped altogether and
we lay there, his dick, inside me, covered with cum and Vitam-R, and my
dick, losing its erection, lying in a pool of cum between me and the bed.

   I left the state of utopia and, not wanting to stay in the real world,
slipped into a deep sleep...


"You don't have to pretend anymore," said Pip, "I know you're gay. I am
too."

  I just sat on some stairs in Bristol docks, gobsmaked.

   "Urgh, you're not are you," screamed Martin. He is a homophobic. I
looked at Pip, and, seeing the kind expression on his face, nodded, all
pretences dropped.  As Martin sat there, disgusted, Pip and I seemed to
communicate mentally, sharing experiences, me giving him images of my story
writing and communication with other gay people on the internet such as
Dean and Ed, and him showing me his experiences with his friends. We lapsed
back into vocal communication, and he told me that he had some sort of gift
where he could sense the sexuality of a person.

   We walked home together alone, talking more about experiences and
sharing feelings. It was the most enlightening conversation of my life.


I walked to my German room with a person I didn't really know well. Aaron
and I had been let out late from Music, and on the way back from Charnwood
our conversation had turned to the subject of homosexuality. I was
closeted, and had to pretend that I thought that gay people repulsed me,
the main way of thinking at my school. Aaron however didn't; just as we
were about to go to our respective languages rooms he came up with a
surprising statement.

   "Don't' be silly, its cool being gay. We can have a lot more fun than
you can."  He was surprised at what he'd said, and darted into CL7. I stood
in the foyer of the CL block for a few seconds stunned, but managed to
gather my wits and walked into CL10.


I woke from two very strange dreams to find myself alone on Dan's
bed. Looking at the clock I saw that I'd managed to go to sleep for another
few hours: it was 11:02.  As my senses regained control I heard the sound
of a shower pump, and could vaguely see a shape cleaning himself through
the bathroom door. I got out of bed and went to join him there, and we had
a good soaping up session, playing with each other quite a lot, but had had
enough excitement in the past 24 hours and were to tired to cum. We ate a
late lunch and watched a lot of TV cuddled up together on the sofa. I left
for home at about 3pm, as his parents were due back at half-past.

   At home I did piano practice ready for my lesson, which I went to
determined to come out to my piano teacher, Emily. She is the most
understanding person I know, and I would consider her to be a good, if not
my best, friend. I knew she would probably be flattered that she was be the
first person I told, as we'd had talks about homosexuality before. She
didn't know I'm gay, but I knew she had nothing against gay people.

   It took me the first twenty minutes to build up to telling her,
something which was helped by the fact that the conversation had turned to
dreams, my telling her some details of the dreams I'd had the previous
night, and then to homosexuality.  I didn't have the courage to tell her at
first, and the conversation started to leave the topic. I just gave in to
my feelings and bursted out with,

   "Well, going back a little in the conversation, I'm also gay." At first
she was surprised, and said,

   "Are you sure? Of course your sure, aren't you. People know that sort of
thing."  The lesson was interrupted a little later; we'd only just started
to talk about it when the doorbell rang with her next pupil (she teaches at
home).  Just as we went downstairs to answer it she gave me a
"congratulations" and I laughed, and left.

  On the way home I wept with joy.

CHAPTER SEVEN

While walking up Elmgrove Road on my way to school the next day I hit upon
a stunning realisation. Elmgrove is a bloody steep hill, and while walking
up it I put my legs on automatic, letting my mind wander. It had a lot to
wander about that Thursday, and the realisation was one that made me stop
in mid- stride: why bother continually taking drugs when there were many
other ways of reaching such a high state of joy, which were still illegal
but only for another two years, when I was to reach sixteen, were rolled up
in great passion and didn't completely fuck up your brain. I told myself
that it was possible to keep the promise that I'd made the Sunday evening
before. I would never touch cannabis again, as there were many more
exciting things I could touch...

  As I reached the top of Elmgrove Rd. I was like the stream joining the
river: I joined the main body of students going to my school and Colston's
primary, a school for 4-12 year olds which was on the way. As I waded
through the masses of toddlers bumping into my knees I heard a shout from
behind calling me. Upon spinning round I identified the caller as Aaron,
the guy I'd dreamt about the morning before. I managed to get over my shock
and waited for him to catch up.  We walked the rest of the way to school
together, and although I was half expecting something to happen our
conversation was all small talk, and passed quite uneventfully.

   I walked into my form room on time, and sat down by Dan. I had to fight
the urge to kiss him there and then, and I instead exchanged a knowing look
that said that we'd be alone sometime that day.

  "Did you miss me?" Dan asked in a low whisper.

  "Too much," I replied.

  "You said it." He made his voice audible again. "What's first lesson?"

  "PE. That'll be fun."

  "What are we doing there?"

  "We should be playing badminton. We could do something else..."

  "Lets save that for another time."

  Right then Martin interrupted us. "Ahhh, your gonna bunk PE and go to
Nehi's, aren't you, you bong'eds!"

Word travels fast at school, and news of my drugs experiences were well
known among the students, and greatly exaggerated! Most people thought that
I dealt, smoked, abused and any other things that you can do with
Cannabis. In reality I was just a light user, who had planned to give up
recently. This news didn't put of Martin, however, and he continued
pestering us.

        "Piss, off Martin, I don't use it, your the one that does."

        Martin giggled. "Haaah, right, no way, your not going to PE..."

Dan has a lower temper threshold than me, and he used force to get rid of
the pest, pushing Martin off his chair, making him flail on the floor. He
scooted back to his prickish friends, and left us alone for the rest of
registration.


Dan and I went to Vlad's form room and found that he had recovered from his
illness. Luke and Nehi were also in school, and as usual they didn't want
to go to PE. Dan and I did, so we let them go their way and we went ours.

I took my boyfriend a longer way to Kingsdown Sports Centre, where we have
the lesson.  The Centre is through an area of Bristol called Kingsdown,
which we call the Kingsdown Maze: its a sort of housing estate made of
buildings that all look virtually identical and paths that intertwine with
each other, unexpectedly turn a corner into a dead end, go under the houses
and even into an underground car-park.

         I took Dan through the Maze to that very car-park, pretending that
I'd got lost, and rested against the wall while I 'worked out the way to
go.'

        "Umm, I think its through the playground and down past the garages,
but I cant quite remember whether you go down the road or past the video
shop."

        Dan walked up to me, and, grabbing me by the scruff of the neck,
pulled me close to him. "Will this help clear up your memory?" He planted
his mouth full on mine, forced my lips open and explored inside. Just
kissing made me harden slowly, becoming stiffer as the kiss intensified. I
realised that we couldn't go any further here - we were in public and it
was too risky there, plus we were going to be late for PE. We had a rather
lax teacher, but she would get angry if we were too late. I told Dan that
he had stimulated my memory, and we went to our lesson .

         Being with other guys in the changing turned me on, I kept my eyes
off the fat ones and glimpses of people's chests was something to fuel my
fantasies at least until the next lesson. Seeing Dan get changed was a real
bonus, and I really got off seeing his hairless chest show itself, even if
it was only for a few seconds. When he took off his jeans I noticed that he
hadn't managed to get rid of his boner after our making out in the
car-park. Luckily for him no-one else noticed, and we went into the hall,
both of us stiff.

         We had a good game, Dan being as crap at Badminton as I was, so
with equal abilities the games were enjoyable. After the lesson no-one had
a shower as usual, as you are considered gay if you don't, for example,
when changing to go swimming leave your T-shirt or whatever you're wearing
on your top half on while putting on your shorts. The idea of seeing
another guy naked is repulsive to most guys my age at my school. And we
don't want to be considered gay now, do we? Oh, the ironies of this
world...

         The next lesson was ER, or Ethics and Religion, or even better
compulsory RE. We had a shit teacher there (remember ER is a different
lesson from RE) and did basically no work. Break passed pretty
uneventfully, and an even bigger irony came up in Maths. A Chinese lad
called Jiang Yu (don't ask how to pronounce it) had this tacky magazine
with horoscopes in it.  I don't normally go in for this sort of thing, and
wanted to see mine just for the hell of it. To my utter surprise it told me
that I was gay, and would come out this week!  Dan saw it too, and we
exchanged glances, but we couldn't say anything; the room was too
crowded. It was obviously utter bollock: it basically said that every Virgo
was gay, which I somehow doubt. That would make Luke gay too!  Vlad was
also in my class and he made one of his pointless comments about how he
knew it all along. Oh, the ironies of this world...

         That afternoon we had German and (proper) RE. It was a bit of a
laugh in German, as Dan couldn't speak a word of it, and Vlad, Nehi and I
tried to get him to learn some. In the end we managed to get him to say his
name, age and where he lived. In RE we are learning about Islam, and
although we were studying the Mosque I was leafing through the textbook and
found the Islamic view on homosexuality. I quote:

        "Homosexuality is not regarded as a normal variation on the way
  things are, but is considered to be against the laws of nature."

        "Homosexuality is regarded by Muslims at best as sickness, and at
  worst a depraved practice which makes people slaves to their desire for sex
  when the opposite sex is not available to them, or when they fear or feel
  distaste for the opposite sex."

        "Such behaviour constitutes a rebellion against the natural
  order of things."

This is entirely true, for those of you with any spare money the book is
called Islam, is in the "Examining Religions" series and is by Ruqaiyyah
Waris Maqsood. Published by Heinemann. ISBN no. 0-435-30319-8. The quotes
are from page 137.

        "That's such crap," he told me. "Do they think that we'd choose to
live a life where you are constantly discriminated against? I have no
problem with being gay, but I could do without the discrimination most
people would give me if I came out."

         "You're right. Look, it says that we feel distaste for the
opposite sex!  I know quite a few girls and I reckon that their not being
the object of my desires doesn't cloud my view and I can get along better
with them!"

         We decided to finish the conversation as some of the other
students might hear us. School ended, and I invited Dan round to my house
afterwards.

CHAPTER EIGHT

After introducing Dan to my family (which included giving my little brother
a good tickling) I showed him up to my bedroom. I live in the loft of my
house after we had a loft conversion done a couple of years ago and the
only 2 rooms on that floor were my bedroom and my mother's study, or the
dreaded Mac room, so the only people who were likely to go up there were
those visiting me or Mum working. The stairs going up to these rooms
creaked like hell, so we would have ample warning if someone was about to
interrupt us (something I have found very useful <G>). I sat down on my bed
and motioned for Dan to sit by me.

  "You've got a nice big house here Isaac."

  "Well, there are five of us. What d'you think of the room?"

  "Nice and cosy. What spec is that PC?" he asked me, motioning at the
computer that was in the corner of the room.

   "Its an AMD-K5 PR166, 64megs RAM, 24speed IDE CD-ROM, and those are the
only semi-decent bits."  I walked over and switched it on. "Look at the
monitor first."  As predicted when it finally booted up into Windows the
monitor switched itself off. "It cant handle changes in resolution. You
have to switch it off and on again, but the on/off button doesn't work, so
we have to pull out the power lead." I reached round to the back of the
monitor, knocking over my crappy speakers in the process, and did just
that. "Now I have to change the screen size; it doesn't do it
automatically." I reached under the screen and twiddled with the knobs, but
felt a hand slide down over my own nob.

   "I'm not really interested in it that much, to be honest," Dan told me.
"I can think of better things to play on..."

  "I understand. You don't want to hear me whinging about my shitty
PC. Fine. I won't." I switched it off so the fan's continual rattling
wouldn't disturb us, and jumped back onto my bed. Dan followed me and for
once I made the starting move, pulling off his T-shirt and groping him at
the same time. As I massaged his slowly hardening tent he did the same to
my already stiff one. We carried on with this for about five minutes or so,
provoking some grunts and moans from both of us. I cautioned him on that
front: we'd have to keep it down unless we wanted my Mum to join in too...

   I decided it was unfair that he was half-naked and I wasn't, so I
decided to get my kit off too - and all of it. This surprised Dan
completely and he sat there staring at my five and a half inches protruding
out of my pubic bush.  He recovered from his trance and grabbed my cock,
squeezing it and jerking it slow and hard, causing my neck to spasm as it
did before. I suddenly felt breath on the head, causing a great sensation
of pain, which suddenly leapt into that of pleasure which stayed there. I
thought a 69er was in order, so I pulled off Dan's trousers to find that he
wasn't wearing any boxers, his hard boymeat springing to attention, glad to
be free of the denim.

   I pushed him onto my bed, swivelled myself around and planted my joy
department over his face. While he gingerly pulled me into his mouth I
started sucking on him, bobbing my head and fucking his face as we'd done
before.  I felt him lick all around my head and under my foreskin, so I did
the same to him, provoking a gasp that would have been a lot loader had
were we not being careful.  I wanted him closer so I wriggled my hands
under his arse and pulled him into me. As my chin grazed his balls his head
glided momentarily against my tonsils, sending more ripples of ecstasy
through us.

   We continued our cocksucking for at least another fifteen minutes. It
would have been longer had we not been interrupted by a false alarm; we
heard someone start to walk up the stairs. We lay there motionless for a
few seconds that seemed like eternity, me lying on him, but the walker
changed their mind and turned back downstairs. So, despite this prolonging
factor, I came into him first, and he sucked me dry, guzzling down
everything I had to give him.  The taste must have provoked some sort of
orgasmic reaction as I felt his own head spasm once, and then let out its
steam of hot, lumpy cum. At first I wanted to savour the taste but he was
unleashing too much, I had to quickly guzzle the first load down as he shot
more and more, finally giving me about three and a half mouthfuls of his
juice. I managed to suck him as dry as he had me, milking his balls so that
there was nothing left.

  After about five minutes of us lying there we heard a person definitely
start to come up the creaky stairs. We scrambled for our clothes, only
putting on the essentials, jeans and a T-shirt.  Just as we were clothed
the person came to the top of the staircase... and walked into the dreaded
Mac room! We relaxed, and managed to get our breath back before going
downstairs. It turned out that the person who went into the study was my
mother, who was on the phone.

   We decided to get something to eat, but unfortunately another fault of
my parents is that they are health freaks: only wholemeal bread and no
crisps in this household, thank you very much! There was a small
supermarket near by so we scabbed some money from Mum and went out to buy
some doughnuts.

   By the time we got the food it was 5:00. Dan remembered that his Mum
wanted him home by 5:30, and if he wanted to make it he should leave now.

  "When are you going back to Australia?" I asked him as we reached the
hotel.

   "We're due to leave tomorrow evening. That'll be the last time I'll see
you..."

  "I know. we'll have to exchange e-mail addresses at school."

  "And perhaps some other things..."

  "I hope so. See you then!" I saw Dan off with a kiss, and made my way
home.


The next day I walked into registration to see an empty seat by mine. My
form tutor called me over, and told me that Dan had had to leave for
Australia earlier that morning, as there had been some accident involving a
family member.  I was so shocked to hear this that I went back to my seat
stunned.  I would probably never see Dan again! The optimist's mind that I
had told me that at least he'd given me the encouragement to come out,
something I knew I would soon.  But never to see him again? My realist's
mind told me that it was likely that'd be the case, but the optimist came
through and told me that it couldn't be...


That's the end then! I have an idea for another story, which will involve
going to Australia and a chance meeting with Dan again. Until then...