Date: Fri, 21 Jan 2005 22:56:54 +0000 (GMT)
From: roy p...... <sunbeamtb@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Peter Johnson part 11

Sorry this has taken so long to get finished, but here at
last is the rest of Christmas day's events for our four
central characters. It will be a while before the next
episode appears, too, but there is more to come. Thank you
to all who have E-mailed me to say how much they like the
story, and my style of writing, (even another Nifty author,
I am embarrassingly flattered!) Please let me know your
views on the tale: praise makes me keen to continue,
criticism makes me try harder to improve. Belated Happy New
Year to you all.
Roy.


                           Part 11


Peter turned to his Mother and completed the hug. "Sorry,
Mum. I've spoiled Christmas for you, haven't I?"
Marjorie Johnson fought back her tears. "Don't worry about
that, Peter. Its you that matters. Are you really alright
with this?" "Yes, Mum, I am. I'd be lying if I said no. It's
what I am, and I had to say it because I couldn't live the
lie of you not knowing. Dad's mad at me, though, isn't he?"
"Don't worry about your Father, he'll calm down later and
I'll talk to him." Peter's Mother tried to comfort her son.
"Just stay out of his way for a while."
"Do you mind if I go out? I want to go and see Nat, and let
him know I've told you."
"I think it'd be a good idea to go out, keep out of your
Dad's way for a while. He'll calm down eventually, but I
think it'd be better for him not to see you again today."
Peter's Mother said, trying to think of how to calm Henry
down enough to talk to him about it all.

Peter crept upstairs to his room, and changed. Then he put a
pair of jeans, a clean t-shirt and a pair of boxers in his
rucksack, and crept quietly back down and out of the house.
As he walked the empty streets, he thought of the bombshell
he'd dropped at dinner, and smirked to himself. He didn't
think, care or worry about what they'd think or do, he'd
done his part, he'd fulfilled his promise to Nat.
He knew there would be consequences, issues to face, but, he
thought, 'what is to be will be'.

Peter walked purposefully up to Nathan's front door, and
thumbed the bell push. Nathan opened the door, and gasped,
astonished. "Hi, Nat!" Peter greeted him, cheerfully. "I've
brought your Christmas present, I hope you like it!" he
said, his arms stretched out to the sides, showing himself.
Nathan looked at Peter, the tousled fringe above his eyes,
those brown eyes sparkling again with happiness and
affection, the cheeks slightly blushed from the cold, the
smile on his lips slightly curled with wickedness, and - the
red shirt and white shorts of United's team strip!
"Do you remember saying you thought this strip would suit
me, well, does it?" Peter giggled, reminding Nathan of what
he had said when they'd first met that fateful afternoon in
town. Nathan's jeans bulged with the answer, an instant
erection! He opened his mouth to say something, but nothing
came out, Nathan was quite speechless. He continued to look
down, at Peter's legs. (Although the rest of Peter's body
was quite smooth, apart from the usual places, his legs were
quite hairy, which Nathan found a huge turn on!) Nathan just
wanted to ravish this image of a boy god then and there, on
his front doorstep, but instead he grabbed Peter's arm and
pulled him into the house and up the stairs. "It's Pete,
Mum, Dad, I've just got to talk to him for a minute, we'll
be down in a bit!" he shouted to his parents, then pulled
Peter into his room and shut the door. They hugged tightly,
their lips pressed together as if this kiss was to be their
last, their tongues licking to and fro over each other.

Nathan's hand rubbed the front of the white shorts, feeling
the iron-hard weapon of passion inside, making Peter moan a
low "Uunnnggghhh!" into Nathan's mouth, their kiss
continuing.
Nathan eventually broke the kiss, and slid his nose and lips
down the red silky shirt till he was on his knees, staring
closely at the white shorts, watching the bulge in their
front twitching slightly with each of Peter's heartbeats.
Nathan slid his hands down the sides of Peter's legs,
feeling the hairs with his fingers, then up again, up those
sexy legs, up the sides of the white nylon shorts, and up
under the red shirt. His fingers felt the sensation of
Peter's smooth belly skin, his forefingers traced the edges
of his navel, then his hands slid round his sides to his
back, and down to the perfect buns of his bottom. Nathan
looked up at Peter's face and said, quietly, "God, Peter,
you are just so sexy, I love you with all of my heart and I
want you so much, now and forever!"

He leant forward a couple of inches and kissed the twitching
tent in the front of the white shorts, then sucked the tip
of the bulge into his mouth and caressed the first couple of
inches into and out of his lips. Peter ran his hands through
Nathan's short, slightly spiky brown hair, quivering at the
feeling Nathan was giving him. Nathan lifted the leg of the
shorts and released Peter's rigid cock, and sucked it deep
into his mouth and down his throat. He felt the organ throb
as Peter neared his first climax for several days, and
pulled back off it.
"I want your juice, Pete, give me all your lovely cum!"
Nathan begged, then slipped the first couple of inches of
Peter's cock back into his mouth and licked the tip
frantically. He cupped a hand under Peter's ballsack and
squeezed gently, hard enough not to tickle but nowhere near
hard enough to hurt, just enough for the extra stimulation
to send Peter over the edge, to make him fire off seven
fierce spurts of boycum down his lover's throat. Afterwards,
Nathan stood and kissed Peter, giving him the taste of his
own cum. "I missed you so much, Pete," Nathan said. "I
thought I'd lost you, pushed you too far."
"You'll - never - lose - me, - Nat," Peter said, a word at a
time between kisses on his lips. "I need you too much." He
rubbed the front of Nathan's jeans, feeling the straining
erection trapped inside. "And I need this, too!" he added as
he unbuttoned the waistband and slid the zip down.
Nathan kicked off his shoes and his trousers as they fell
down. He quickly shrugged down his boxers and stepped out of
them as Peter lifted Nathan's sports shirt up and over his
head, gently guiding him towards the bed as he did so.
Pausing only long enough to push down his football shorts,
Peter lay back on the bed with his heels on the sheet and
his knees raised. "Come and fuck me, Nat, I need you to,
now!" he said, quietly.
Nathan needed no more telling and, naked now, knelt between
Peter's legs. He fell forward onto his hands and lowered
himself to Peter's face as his cock nudged Peter's waiting
hole.
"I've been bad to you, Nat," Peter whispered, "Fuck me hard.
Make me hurt."
"No, Pete, I'm not mad at you -"
Peter stopped him, and shook his head. "Nat, I need this.
Fuck me real hard."
Nathan looked down into Peter's eyes and saw the steely
determination in them. He understood. Once his cockhead had
pushed its way into Peter's behind, Nathan lunged, shoving
the rest in hard and fast. Nathan watched Peter throw his
head back and screw his face up at the pain. Nathan summoned
up all his energy and pounded in and out of Peter as hard as
he could, although he hated seeing the pain on his lover's
face. He fucked Peter so hard that the bed springs creaked
and groaned, and the headboard banged on the bedroom wall.
As hard as he fucked, Peter pushed back to meet him, they
were as good as raping each other. They fucked each other so
hard that the sweat poured from them both, soaking the red
football shirt Peter was still wearing. They must have
pounded each other for over five minutes, noisily, the bed
creaking, its headboard banging the wall, Nathan grunting
with every push and Peter whimpering with the pain.
Suddenly, though, it was over - Nathan felt himself starting
to cum, and shoved harder still into Peter, holding himself
right in to the hilt as his climax came, the spunk burning
his urethra as it jetted from his cock deep into Peter's
bowel. Peter jumped off the bed, wrapped his arms and legs
around Nathan kneeling over him, and screamed
"AAAAAAIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEE!" as his own climax hit, his spunk
shooting between their bodies and hitting the wall behind
Nathan's bed head.
They collapsed together, exhausted, sweating, trembling with
the aftershocks of their climaxes. They nuzzled together and
kissed gently as they cooled down and regained their
strength. Suddenly Peter jumped away from Nathan in shock
"Oh my God!" he called out, "Your parents are downstairs!"
They looked horrified at each other, then giggled, then
laughed. They laughed so hard they had to hold each other
for support, even though they were still lying on the bed,
and that soon became another hug which remained after the
laughter finished. They snuggled together happy in the
knowledge that they were together again, and their
relationship was stronger now than it had ever been.
They awoke to the sound of a telephone ringing, then heard
Nathan's mother saying something, one half of the phone
conversation. A couple of minutes later, there was a knock
at the bedroom door. "Are you two alright in there?" she
asked.
"Yes, Mum!" Nathan called back, still wrapped in Peter's
arms. "We'll be down in a bit!" "You said that two hours
ago!" she said. "Its nearly time for tea!" Nathan looked at
the clock on his wall. Ten past Five! They jumped out of
bed, Peter stripped off the cum and sweat soaked red shirt,
and after hearing Nathan's Mum going back downstairs, they
both ran to the bathroom and showered. They ran back to the
bedroom afterwards, each wrapped in a large white bath
towel, and dried each other off and dressed. It was just
half past five when they walked into the living room, hand
in hand.
"Dad, this is Peter. Peter, my Dad." Nathan introduced them.
Nathan's Father stood and shook Peter's hand. "Pleased to
meet you, Peter." He said. "I must admit it did come as a
shock to me that I wouldn't be meeting a girlfriend of
Nathan's, but it seems that you two get on very well
together, judging from what we've heard through the ceiling
this afternoon!"
The boys blushed bright red. "Come and sit down, Peter,
you're one of the family now!" he added.
Peter was amazed at the ease of Nathan's Father's
acceptance. If only his own Father could be so
understanding.
"That was your Mother on the phone, Peter." Nathan's Mother
said. "She thought it would be better if you stayed here
tonight, your Father's a bit upset, apparently. I told her
that would be alright, we could put you up for a few days if
necessary."
Peter squeezed Nathan's hand and grinned at him.
"I'm going over tomorrow to talk with her." She added.
"Thanks!" Peter said. "Thanks, Mum, thanks, Dad." Nathan
said, glad of his parents' acceptance of the situation.

Meanwhile, in another house a few streets away, Ian Price
helped his Aunt wash up after their Christmas dinner. "Would
you mind if I went to visit a friend this afternoon?" he
asked.
"No, that's fine." She replied. "I'll probably have a sleep
in the chair later, anyway. Let me know what time you're
coming home, though, won't you."
Ian phoned Derek to O.K. his visit. "That's great!" Derek
said. "I've already asked my folks if you could come, and
sleep over if you want, and they're fine with it. I've had
some cool stuff for Christmas, we can play with it!"
"Actually, I'd rather play with something you've had for a
long time!" Ian said, and they both laughed. They both got a
little hard, too, knowing what was meant.
Ian threw a few clothes in a bag, and told his Aunt that
he'd be staying at his friends for two days, and she said
she'd go and visit some friends tomorrow in that case. Ian
walked round to Derek's house and was welcomed in by his
parents, and the two new friends went to Derek's bedroom to
play on his computer.
After an hour of car chase and skateboarding games, Ian
logged on to some group sites he'd joined, and showed Derek
the male nude pictures in them. Soon they had their hands in
each others' laps, feeling the hard cocks trapped in their
jeans, until Derek locked his door and they both sat at the
computer desk jacking each other as they admired some of the
more graphic shots of men together. When Ian put up a video
of two 18-year-olds sucking then fucking each other, Derek
leaned over and kissed Ian and said, "Tonight, that'll be
us!" They both wanked a lot faster, and came almost together
onto a towel Derek had thoughtfully laid on their laps.
After they'd cleaned up, they went downstairs and watched TV
with Derek's parents, then sat at the table for tea.
While they ate, they all chatted and Derek's parents got to
know Ian better. He explained about his parents divorcing,
and him moving to his Aunt's to live. He told them about his
having to decide which one to live with after the divorce,
and that he found that an impossible choice to make. "I love
them both equally," he said, "But I couldn't share my life
between two homes, and they'll probably get new partners
eventually and I don't think I'd like that, either. But I
can't stay at my Aunts for long, it cant be easy for her to
have someone my age living with her, I know she prefers the
quiet life, so I'll have to decide soon."
"It'd be cool," Derek suddenly said, "If Ian could live here
with us, then he could visit his parents without having to
move homes every time!"
That shocked both Ian and Derek's parents.
"That could get awkward," Derek's mother pointed out, "When
you start to have girlfriends, if you had a boy friend
living at home!"
"If I had a boyfriend," Derek replied, "I wouldn't want a
girlfriend."
"Oh!" Said his Mother. A second later, his Father said "Oh!"
as well, then added, "Does that mean - that -"
"Yes Dad, it does mean just that. I'd prefer to have a
boyfriend than a girlfriend any day, sorry, but that's just
how it is."
Ian was getting rather embarrassed by this, what seemed to
him, rather private conversation. He said "Excuse me," got
up from the table and walked out to the hall. Derek stood
and rushed after him.
"Ian, wait. Sorry about that in there, but I felt I really
ought to be honest with them. And as for boyfriends, I
really want you to be mine."
He took hold of Ian's hand and squeezed it a bit. "Please."
He added.
They looked each other in the eyes, then kissed. "Yes." Said
Ian. "Oh, yes!" and they kissed again, deeply.

"Come back in, Ian. Let's just sit and watch TV for a bit."
Derek said when they finished. They both joined Mr. and Mrs.
Reynolds in the lounge and Derek said, "In view of what we
were just talking about, I want you to be the first to know
that Ian and I are now officially - boyfriends!"
Mrs. Reynolds "Well, I hope you stay as happy as you
obviously both are now, but be careful, there are plenty of
people who won't see it as acceptable and will try to spoil
things for you."
"We know," said Ian. "We've seen that with others, before."
They all settled down and watched a film on video, then
Derek stood up and taking Ian's hand as he stood, said,
"Well, if you'll excuse us, we're off to bed."
"Don't keep us awake all night, then!" chuckled his Father.

Back at Nathan's house, Peter, Nathan and his parents had
watched TV for a while, then getting bored with the poor
selection of programmes on offer had played a game of
Monopoly instead. Then they just sat and chatted for an hour
or so until just after midnight, when they all decided that
it was time to retire for the night.

So in two nearby houses on the Lowfields estate, two pairs
of boyfriends were about to spend their first nights
together, with the full knowledge and approval of their
host's parents. It had been a surprising and eventful
Christmas day for almost everybody, and both Peter and
Nathan, and Ian and Derek, once in bed, simply kissed,
cuddled and snuggled up in their partners' arms and soon
fell fast asleep.