Date: Mon, 26 Oct 2015 14:09:12 +0000
From: DS <niftyaccount27@yahoo.com>
Subject: New Life With Denholm - Submission 4

During the last chapter, both boys had come to the realisation that they
felt the same way about each other. The last chapter ended mid way through
the first sexual encounter between them, and I will continue with that now.

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*From chapter 3..*

*He moved his face next to my ear, and whispered,*
*"This feels right." *
*I couldn't agree more, but before I could speak, he covered my mouth again
with his, his tongue leading the way. *
*He stopped again, and asked me what I wanted to do. I asked him what he'd
done before, and he responded by telling me he'd only really jacked off. *
*With this, I rolled him off my chest and told him to lie flat on his back,
as he did so I positioned my body near to his feet, and began kissing his
legs until I pulled his knees up either side of my shoulders, looked up at
Denholm and said, "close your eyes." *

He looked at me hesitantly, slightly concerned yet intrigued as he closed
his soft blue eyes and adjusted his body to a more comfortable position.
>From where I was, I was lying face to face with his balls inches from my
mouth. I breathed a slow, erotic breath across the hairless skin, watching
as they were subconsciously lifted towards his body in response. Starting
from the base of his sac, I dragged my tongue upwards, along the space in
between each ball, then the underside of his now throbbing member, until I
reached the tip, gently swirling my tongue around its opening. I opened my
eyes, noticing his fists grip the bed sheets either side of his stomach.
His lips were slightly parted, allowing deeper breaths to be taken in.
Without notice, I wrapped my mouth around the tip and slowly moved my head
down, until my nose nestled in his pubic region. I stayed like this for a
few seconds, savouring the feel of his dick resting in my mouth that I'd
wanted ever since I'd laid eyes on him.
I then pulled up, ensuring the tip was still enclosed around my lips, then
similarly dropped my head again in the same manor. I repeated this several
times, by this point I could hear lustful moans from further up the bed.
"Oh my fucking God." He said quietly, barely able to speak.
With this response, I picked up the pace, causing an absolute frenzy in
Denholm's body. Minutes later, he announced he was nearly done, expecting
me to move away. I stayed in the same position, the grip of my mouth now
tighter around his length which had begun to swell in my mouth. All of a
sudden, his body stiffened, as a warm spurt of cum shot out into the back
of my throat. I moved my mouth to the end of his dick, attempting to
swallow all of it which I managed to do so, at 12 years old I don't think
you produce so much. But he seemed amazed that I'd managed to take it all.
He sat up and asked while breathing heavily,
"What does it taste like?"
"Slightly sweet, to be honest." I replied.
He laughed at that, and fell back onto the bed, staring at the ceiling.
"Seriously that was good. I've never done that before." He admitted.
"Not even with Matty and Sam?" I asked, curiously, wiping the last few
drops from my chin.
"No, we didn't do anything like that. Mainly just jacking each other off."
He said, while standing up.
"I'm going in the shower, you coming?" He said with a hopeful look on his
face.
"Sounds good." I replied, smiling, as I followed him to the bathroom,
flicking on the hot water switch on the way.

I turned the shower on to heat up the water, then turned to Denholm. "Take
those off." He asked, pointing at my underwear.
"Well duh." I said, sarcastically.
"Less of that cheek." He smiled, slapping my right ass cheek as I pulled my
underwear down, then running off into the shower.
I followed him, stepping into the shower where he was waiting against the
tiled wall, where both of us had previously jacked off. This was the first
time Denholm had seen me completely naked, and thus the first time that
he'd seen my cock in the flesh.
He gazed down at me, then back up to my eyes and smiled menacingly.
"Nice." Was all he could say, as he stepped over to me, one arm around my
back and one arm reaching down to grip my growing member. He stared up at
me again, moving in for yet another kiss. I was in some sort of trance,
just letting everything happen without deciding what to do. The steamy
glass cubicle along with the wetness from the shower made Denholm look
almost angelic. I held him with both arms, one exploring the back of his
body and the other firmly against the back of his head as I kissed him.
His hand was so soft against my dick. He stroked it in rhythm to our deep,
erotic breathing and it took only minutes before my knees began to shake as
I uncontrollably shot my load, which landed on Denholm's stomach, chest and
shoulder. Some even found its way into his now soaked blond hair, dripping
down onto his face as he parted from mine.
"Could have warned me." He smiled, our foreheads now pushing against each
other's.
I could barely speak, but I sighed in relief and muttered, "that was
fucking amazing."
We finished off with a few more minutes of kissing and finally washed each
other's bodies clean, conveniently finding our hands in crevices previously
untouched.

We stepped out, dried ourselves off and walked back into my room. We didn't
say another word that night, we just climbed into my bed, his back against
my chest. We fell asleep about ten minutes later, exhausted and satisfied.

I woke up early again the next morning. I intended to run every morning
from now on since the football season was approaching. I say football
because I'm from the UK, if you're an American or Australian reading this,
I'm referring to soccer. Anyway, I play for a local team with my friends,
and needed to regain fitness so I wouldn't collapse on the field after ten
minutes of running. My main weakness is my stamina, if I improve that then
there's no doubt I could play better.

I looked over at Denholm who'd woken up by this point as I stood up from
the bed. I guess he thought I'd leave without telling him like I did
yesterday, and asked where I was going. I told him I was going for a run
and I'd be back about an hour. I asked if he fancied coming and he simply
gave me a 'yeah right' Look while shaking his head. I couldn't blame him,
it was half past six in the morning during the summer holidays, he must of
thought I was mad. "Suit yourself." I said, smiling, as I walked out the
door. I slyly picked up his phone on the way, I'll explain why later...

I headed to the kitchen to find something small to eat to give me energy
for my run. I decided a banana and a glass of water would suffice, so sat
down on a raised chair, rotating my ankles in an attempt to warm up.
I overheard my dad talking in French on the same floor, I guess he was on
the phone in his study. I was always intrigued when my dad spoke a
different language, and respected him for being able to perfect so many. If
I'm not mistaken I think he speaks French, German, Italian and Spanish to
an extent. He tried to teach me a few words of various languages when I was
younger, when we actually talked to each other, but I could only speak
French, I liked the sound of it, and it was the language closest to English
I thought.
I listened in closer, figuring out what he was saying.
"pour combien de temps? Je vois. Je dois parler à mon fils premier. Je vais
vous rappeler immédiatement. Merci à bientôt."
By the sounds of it, he was being asked to go away on business. But
strangely he said he needed to talk to me first, which he didn't normally
do. Maybe he was concerned about leaving me and Denholm in the house by
ourselves.
I caught him about to shout up to me from downstairs, but I stopped him and
asked what was the matter.
"I've been asked to go to Luxembourg for about a week. I've told them I
would but I can cancel if you'd prefer me to stay, with Denholm being here
and all."
"Not a problem, he's settling in fine. I can look after him, I don't mind."
I replied, reassuringly. He held my shoulder and said,
"I know you can. But anything happens, call me straight away and I'll come
back, okay?"
I nodded, as he began to head up to his room to pack. And that was his
goodbye. I didn't see him again that day, he must have left while I was out
on my run.

Occasionally, I run with my friends, and I'd text Jack when I woke up if he
was up for it. He agreed to meet me at the park, about 5 minutes walk away
from my house. I took this time to stretch and warm up, planning on running
about eight kilometres if I could. I also reached into my backpack, and
pulled out Denholm's phone. I clicked on contacts to find Matty and Sam,
and then clicked 'call'. One of them picked up after a few seconds of
ringing.

"Denholm? What's up?"

"Hi, it's James, I'm sorry for waking you up so early, but I needed to ask
you a favour?"

"Oh, hi James, this is Sam by the way. And it's fine, what do you need?"

"I've heard Denholm talk about you two, and I think he's been missing his
friends. I was wondering if you'd fancy coming over to my house for a few
days so you can all see each other again. I'll pay for a cab to pick you up
if you want."

"That sounds great, I'll have to ask my mum when she wakes up. And erm,
what exactly did Denholm say about us?"

"Enough." I laughed. "Call or text me on this number, ########### if you're
allowed to come, and don't tell Denholm anything, okay?"

"Sure, see you later James." He replied, before hanging up.

I put the phone back in my bag and carried on towards the park where Jack
was waiting.
He walked up to me as I approached, and said, "before we go, you were going
to tell me about the kid you were with?"
I explained the basics of what happened, including what happened to his
mother and how my dad ended up talking him in. He looked at me in disbelief
for the most part of my explanation, and responded with, "fuck, how unlucky
can you get."
I nodded in agreement.

With myself and Jack, it was similar to the relationship with my dad, in
that we were close, but didn't speak as often as we should. In the past,
Jack and I had been really close. He helped me when my mum left, and
similarly I helped when his parents split. Although his situation was quite
hard to believe; it turned out that his mother was bisexual and she left
Jack's dad for another woman. Subsequently his dad found another woman soon
after, technically leaving Jack with three mother figures, which we often
joked about. I once mockingly complained that he had three mothers and I
didn't have any, and that he should give me one of his. We laughed for
hours at this.
The other important thing about him was that he was the only person that
knew, (besides Denholm of course) that I was gay. I figured he was the only
person that would understand, given his experience with his mum(s).
I knew he was straight, and he knew that I valued him only as a friend. He
wasn't worried about me finding him attractive, although he actually was
attractive, incredibly so. He also played on my football team, and was by
far the best out of everyone.
He asked how old Denholm was, and after I told him he was 12, nearly 13, he
looked curiously at me and asked, "have you thought about it? Only three
years between you isn't that bad."
I immediately blushed, and dismissed the idea to Jack. I wasn't sure I was
ready to tell him anything like that yet. I know I could trust him, and I
know he wouldn't judge me, but a part of me still thought it was wrong for
me to like Denholm in such a way, despite knowing myself that it was only a
few years difference between us.
"Come on," I said, ignoring his inevitable response, "eight kilometres
today, first match is on Sunday."
And with that, we started to run, stopping once, halfway to catch out
breath. He went off in a different direction about one kilometre away from
my house, heading to his house. By the time I reached home, I'd been out
for 55 minutes, please with that time, I opened the door and went inside.

*Denholm's perspective. *

I woke up to the movement of James getting out of bed. I looked over at the
clock on the wall and it was half past six. What was he doing at this time
every morning? Curiosity got the better of me so I asked him where he was
going. He said he was going for a run and asked if I wanted to come with
him. I didn't know if he was joking or not, so I just shook my head and
closed my eyes again. He left the room in his running gear, a tight black
material which really emphasised his chest muscles, and shorts which hugged
his ass and allowed me to see it's perfect shape. God he looks good. I
wondered if I'd be as defined and muscly when I'm his age.

I thought back to the night before. I still couldn't actually believe what
happened, and couldn't help but smile, knowing he felt the same. He also
gave my my first ever blowjob, something I'd always wanted to do with the
twins but I could never build up the courage to ask them. Thinking about
this also made me realise that I'd never really connected to the twins in
the same way that I did with James last night. It was more than just
experimenting like I'd done with them, it was as if it meant something.
Last night I had the best sleep since I moved here, there was this feeling
of belonging when I was held by James, like he'd accepted me and wanted to
be with me.
As you'd expect, I never really had any sort of decent relationship with my
dad. He never had the time for me or my mum. I can't express enough to you
how much I hate that man, how he could do that to another person is
disgusting. My mum on the other hand, I'd like to say we had a perfect
relationship, but I'd be kidding myself if I made it out that way. Of
course I loved her, I can't think of anything wrong she'd ever done to me,
and of course I miss her now. But she always seemed so...distant, and never
really talked to me or protected me from my dad when he shouted at me.
I know this sounds ridiculous, but I'd take my new life here with James and
his dad over my old life. I actually feel happy for once.

I decided I'd do something for James, for a change. I couldn't exactly buy
anything for him so I figured I'd make a nice breakfast for him when he
came back from his run as he'd probably be hungry.
I'd made breakfast for myself quite a lot before I came here, my mum and
dad left early for work most mornings so I learned how to make a few
things. I found some bacon, eggs and sausages in the refrigerator, so set
about preparing everything to be ready in time for James getting home.

When he came through the door, I shouted for him to come to the kitchen
before going upstairs for a shower. He walked in with a big grin on his
face, and sat down as I placed his breakfast in front of him.

...To be continued in chapter 5.

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