Date: Fri, 10 Dec 2004 21:56:44 +0000 (GMT)
From: roy p...... <sunbeamtb@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Peter Johnson part two.

Part 2 has Peter learning more about his friends, himself,
life, love, hate and India. (India? Read it to find out).
Disclaimers as normal. You possibly shouldn't, but you
probably will.
Thanx to those who've E-mailed: I'll assume everyone else's
keyboards are too sticky. No? Oh well, try it this time. I
really don't know where the story goes after this-I've tried
a couple of variations, but aren't happy with them any
ideas?

                          Part two.

  Peter went to bed on that Sunday night trying to think of
all the things that had happened that weekend. Nathan. Ian.
His own newfound confidence. He thought he would get excited
once in bed, but no. Not about his friends. He couldn't
think about them in that way, selfishly. He closed his eyes
and drifted off to sleep. The alarm buzzed at Seven, he woke
alert, threw back the covers and looked down. Damn.
Forgotten the boxers - but the sheet was dry! Mmmm! - that's
good. He showered and dressed, even tucked his shirt into
his trousers. He felt different, content, ready for the
world. And on a Monday!

He arrived at school early and waited at the gates for
Nathan. The new boy smiled as he saw Peter waiting. "Hey
Pete!" "Hey Nat! I don't have your address or phone number,
I wanted to call you yesterday." "Three five oh, triple
one." Nathan chirped. Peter wrote it on the back of his
hand. "Come on, lets see what you got for maths homework."
The boys chatted happily, and the day drifted past
uneventfully. Except that Peter enjoyed it, and even learned
a few things.
During the last lesson, Geography (The topography of the
Indian subcontinent) Peter whispered to Nathan, "You've got
to come and meet another new friend of mine," he said. "He's
just up the road from mine and he's having a shit life.
Parents divorcing, that sort of thing. He needs support at
the moment - he's all mixed up about his life. He's 14, a
year younger than us." "OK, I don't have to rush home today,
and I'd like to see where you live." The lesson soon ended
(Homework Three hundred words on how continental drift has
shaped the Northern Indian Subcontinent), and they made
their way out of the school and towards Peter's District,
Lowfields. Peter filled Nathan in on Ian's history, last
years beatings, yesterdays outpourings, and how Peter felt
that he ought to help this floundering youth. Nathan worried
about the 'fancied you' part, he didn't want an intrusion
into the friendship he was cultivating with Peter. Somehow
this new lad's name never got mentioned.

They arrived at the house, and Peter rang the bell.
"Hello Mrs.Warner. Is Ian in, please?" They were ushered in,
and indicated to go upstairs. The bedroom door was open, and
Peter poked his head round it. "Hiya, howya doin'?" Ian was
laying on the bed, reading a football magazine. He sat up.
"I've bought someone to meet you. Come on in!" Peter and
Nathan strolled into the tidy room. Nathan looked at Ian,
and was stunned. "You!" he exclaimed. "I thought I was rid
of you! I'm off!" and walked out. Ian and Peter exchanged
shocked looks. "Wait, wait!" cried Ian, jumping off the bed
and rushing to the door. "Nathan, please come back, I -- I'm
sorry - please?" Nathan stopped on the first stair. "Peter
said what you'd done to him last year - I should have
guessed." Peter appeared at the door. "What's going on?" he
shouted. "You two know each other
then?" "Yes," Nathan hissed. "That's the bastard
I told you about. Led me on, then got his gang to beat me
up!" Peter looked at Ian. "Yes, yes I did. Told you I was
fucked up. I hated gays 'cause I hated myself." Nathan
frowned unbelievingingly from the stairs. "I couldn't risk
becoming attracted to you so I wanted you to hate me. Really
hate me." "You bloody well succeeded." he spat back. "I do
hate you." "Sorry. Can I do anything --?" "You can fuck
off!" Nathan was seething. Turning to Peter "And you I
thought I was rid of this bastard -" He ran down the stairs
and out of the door. Peter jumped to follow him, but Ian
pushed past, jumped the whole flight of stairs and ran
outside. He grabbed Nathan and spun him round. "Please hear
me out, then go if you must." Nathan tore free and marched
off down the road with Ian on his heels. Peter caught them
up, and touched Nathan's sleeve "Nat, wait and listen -"
"No, fuck off. I told you what he did, If you don't believe
me --" "I believe you. Look - he cried his eyes out to me
yesterday at least hear what he has to say." Nathan looked
at Ian with pure hate. Ian started "I hated gays. I hated
them because I hated being one. It hurt me so much, others
had to suffer it too. That's why I beat up Peter last year.
I was gay and I wanted him so much, that was the only way I
could fight it, make him hurt. I let you try it on with me,
and wanted so much to do something with you that I had to
stop it, stamp it out before it went any further -" "So you
nearly killed me?" Nathan struck out, catching Ian square on
the jaw. Ian dropped like a stone to the pavement, opened
his eyes, shook his head and said "Thanks. I deserved that."
"And more." spat Nathan. "Yes, a lot more." gasped Ian,
blood trickling from his mouth. Peter looked between his two
friends. Which one needed him more? He didn't want to take
sides, and offend the other one. He held Nathan's arm, and
reached down for Ian's hand. Ian stood up, wiped the blood
from the corner of his mouth. His aunt came running down the
road "Ian? Ian? What's going on?" "This is Nathan, Aunt. I
did him a terrible wrong in the past and I'm paying the
price now. Well, some of it, anyway." "I'll not have you
brawling in the street like that!" she scowled "Back in the
house, now. All of you." The three boys followed Mrs.Warner
back to the house. She ushered them into the kitchen, and
nodded towards the table in instruction for them to sit.
"Now you'll sit here and sort it out." she said. "The
kettle's there, make a pot of tea and bring mine into the
lounge. I'll expect to see hands shaken when you go."

The tea was made and drunk, the words were said and heard.
Nathan tried to understand Ian's story, some of it was
difficult, muffled by tears. At the end, their friendships
were made, a little fragile perhaps, but friendships
nevertheless. As Peter and Nathan moved to the hall to
leave, Mrs.Warner, hearing voices, opened the lounge door.
"Well," she said "show me you're friends again then." Nathan
looked at Ian, leaned over and kissed him on the lips.
"We're friends now." he said, and smiled sweetly. Mrs.
Warner, expecting a forced handshake, shook her head and
went back into the lounge.

As they walked the short distance to Peter's house, his
jealous curiosity got the better of him and he asked "Why'd
you kiss him?" "His aunt wanted to see we'd made up." Nathan
said. "I wanted him to see we had." "Oh." Peter was deep in
thought till they reached his house. "You comin' in then?"
He said, opening the door. They walked in
and Peter introduced Nathan to his folks. "C'mon up!" he
called, running up the stairs. Nathan followed him
obediently into the bedroom and looked around. "Don't worry
about the mess!" Peter said. "I clean it up every year or
so! Check out my computer, I'm gonna get outta this school
stuff!" He tugged off the school tie and threw it on a
chair. He peeled off the white shirt, turning it inside out
as he did so, and threw it at the same chair. He kicked his
shoes off into different corners of the room, unzipped his
black trousers and stepped out of them. He grabbed a pair of
Levi's and a t-shirt from the table, and turned to dress.
Nathan wasn't sitting at the computer as he expected, but
was still standing by the closed door. "What??" he asked.
Nathan replied by stepping up to him, grasping him in his
arms and planting a hard kiss on his lips. "Wheew!" Peter
exclaimed as they broke, dropping his clean clothes to the
floor. "Slow down! This is all new to me!" Nathan had no
intention of slowing down. He kissed him again, this time
Peter responded with an open mouth. As their tongues met and
tasted each other's wetness, Peter felt his erection start
to rise, urged on by the stiff rod pressed hard into it. He
felt one of Nathan's hands slip under the waist of his
boxers and grasp the throbbing contents. The hand pushed and
pulled up and down as fast as it could, and after a few
seconds Nathan felt Peter's orgasm surge into his hand and
up his arm, and his body collapse closer as Peter's legs
gave way. He held on tight and guided him to sit on the bed.
"Whoooo!" cried Peter as he regained his strength. "You're
awesome! I can hardly breathe!" Nathan looked him straight
in the face. "I want you, Pete, I've only just found you and
I'm not going to give you up to that Ian. He ruined my life
once and he's not going to do it again." Peter was shocked.
"There's nothing going on," he gasped. "He only told me
about it yesterday, I told you I didn't like him because of
what he did last year. He needs help now, friendship and not
in that sort of way -"  "Don't you believe it!" Nathan spat
out. "I know what he's like, cunning little " "But you
kissed him! You said you wanted him to know you were
friends!" "I'll be friendly with him, I'll help him but if
he makes a move on you, I'll kill him." Peter's head reeled.
Too much, too quick, too soon. "Well you come with me when I
see him then." he said. "It seemed to me that he actually
fancied you before, from what he said. Don't trust me, come
and see for yourself." Nathan looked away. "Sorry," he said,
"He hurt me deeply, and not just physically, and it'll take
a lot for me to trust him, friend or not. Now, get those
spunky boxers off and let me clean you up!" and with that
Nathan spun to his knees in front of Peter, pulled down his
damp shorts and started licking. And more.

Just as Peter shot his second load of the hour into Nathan's
mouth, he heard his mother shout up the stairs "Come on,
boys dinner's ready!" Nathan knelt up and, cum dribbling
from his mouth, said "I couldn't eat another thing!" The two
boys rolled about laughing.

After dinner, Nathan said he had to go home and, seeing
him off at the door, Peter said "My turn
tomorrow!" then kissed him lightly on the
lips. He watched his new friend walk down the
road, then ran up the stairs to the bathroom
and locked the door.

     Tuesday at school passed quietly, Peter
and Nathan only shared one lesson, Maths,
before dinner. "I cant wait till this
afternoon!" Nathan had whispered across the
desk "How about behind the gym at dinnertime?"
Peter glanced at his grinning friend. "No way!
I don't want to be found out here, we'd be
easy meat for the tough guys to get." "I'll
always have easy meat for you!" whispered
Nathan in reply. Peter blushed.

When they got to Peter's, his mother said
"We're all going to town shopping - do you
want to come?" "No thanks, Mrs Johnson,"
Nathan said "Pete and I have got some hard
homework to do and the sooner we get down to
it, the better!" Peter looked in disbelief and
blushed up again. "Not too long now, you look
tired. I want you in bed early tonight." his
mother said, heading for the door. "So do I!"
whispered Nathan. The boys ran up to Peter's
room and watched his mother back the car out
of the drive and set off, his father, brother
and sister looking suitably bored already.
Quickly they both stripped naked, embraced and
kissed. They caressed each others arms, backs,
bodies and thighs, finishing with their
partner's erections in their jerking hands.
Peter crouched down and took Nathan's
throbbing dick in his lips. Inexperienced, he
tried to suck hard and gagged as it jumped to
the back of his throat. "On the bed" whispered
Nathan, "we can do this together." adding as
they settled in the classic 69 position "Just
do what I do and whatever feels nice." They
kissed, licked and sucked each other for about
a quarter of an hour, having to stop
frequently 'on the edge' to prolong their
loving. They both jumped when the doorbell
rang "Who the fuck's that?" exclaimed Peter as
he jumped off the bed and, pulling on a t-
shirt, went to the window and opened it. "WHO
IS IT?" he shouted, leaning out and looking
down. "Hell, it's Ian!" he said, pulling back
into the room. "Get rid of him!" hissed Nathan
"Send him away!" Peter leant out again "What
is it?" he enquired again. Nathan heard
something being mumbled back. "I can't - I'm
grounded 'till I've done all this homework and
tidied my room." More mumbles from below.
"I'll get him toOOOO --!" Nathan had sat on
the floor with his head between Peter's legs
and recommenced sucking. "I'll see if I can
bring him round to yours tomorrow AAAHHH!!" He
felt Nathan's hand caress his balls as he
spoke. He was sure that Nathan was giggling as
he sucked! "I'll ask him at school tomorrow --
no I haven't got his number -- no I - aaahhh -
aaahhh haven't, its written in a schoolbook
and I can't remember iiiIIIITTT!! --" The
fireworks started - his cock exploded like a
cannon into Nathan's waiting mouth "HHHIIII -
no I said Bye .....I've gotta go and get on
now --" "Get off, you mean!" Whispered Nathan
as Peter stepped back and closed the window.
Nathan stood and kissed Peter deeply again,
giving him some of the contents of his mouth.
"I want you to fuck me, Pete." he said, and
gave him a little kiss on the cheek. They both
turned and looked out of the window.
Ian was standing on the pavement, openmouthed
in astonishment, staring up at them in the
window. "He wanted your phone number." said
Peter. "Told you he fancied you!"

After a short time to recover, and another
kiss and a cuddle, Nathan lay back on the bed,
his legs in the air. Peter snuggled his
shoulders under the raised knees as his friend
guided his hot sticky dick towards its target.
"Slowly now," said Nathan "and gently - I
ain't done this before!" Peter stopped right
on the ring. "Shouldn't I wear a - a - " "Not
unless you do this regular with other guys!"
quipped Nathan. "But I know you're as much a
virgin as me. Now, gently, try pushing -"
Peter felt himself being eaten by the most
beautiful, tightest thing he could imagine -
slowly he slid in, until he could force it no
further. The instant orgasm was the most
awesome feeling he had ever known, he pumped
and pumped and pumped, and Nathan slipped over
the edge into the same light-flashing, bell-
ringing, drum-banging intensity his own
swollen organ shot so much, so hard, so far
that both their faces were covered in it. They
laughed and lay embraced together in their
fluids, still coupled, and fell asleep.

Nathan wore first, and jumped when he saw the
clock. "Ten to seven - come on Pete, we've got
to get cleaned up - I should be home by now!"
Peter stirred more slowly, unconnected himself
from his new lover and scratched his head. "I
suppose so" he yawned, "but I wish we could
stay like that forever." "We will, we will."
his friend whispered as he gently kissed
his lips. They cleaned up as best they could
with a towel and dressed.

Peter opened the front door to let his friend
go just as his family strolled up the path.
"How's the homework?" Marjorie Johnson
enquired "Good, good!" replied Nathan. "Pete
got really stuck in tonight, all I had to do
was give him a little encouragement !" He lip-
read Peter's 'Bastard' silent whisper so added
"He's coming on nicely and he's so keen the
harder it gets, the more he seems to like
it!!" He smiled sweetly at the assembled
Johnsons , waved 'bye and walked off towards
the bus stop. Marjorie Johnson sighed. "Such a
sweet lad." she said. "Yes Mum, Yes." her
middle son sighed as they all stepped into the
house.

On Wednesday, 2nd and 3rd periods was Physical
Education. Cross country running. Peter hated
it, and half ran, half walked the course
through the nearby woods. He would have said
that he wasn't particularly thinking of
Nathan, but the boy was now never far from the
thoughts in his mind. Mr. Hunt, the P.E.
teacher, ran past him and stopped. "Why so
slow today, Johnson?" he asked. Peter thought
quickly. "Cramp, Sir!" he replied. "Every time
I run, I get cramp in my leg." He rubbed the
back of his calf muscles for effect. "Well, I
want you to do all of the course," Mr Hunt
said, unable to discredit the excuse. "Don't
cut any of it out. You've got plenty of time
before dinner to make it round and back to
school." "I'll be alright soon, Sir." whinged
Peter. "I'll run a bit more then." Mr Hunt ran
ahead. "Hey!" A familiar voice. Peter looked
round. "Over here!" came from a clump of
bushes just off the path. "Nat?" called Peter
"Yes - in these bushes - come in here!" Peter
pushed a few branches aside and squeezed into
the bushes. There was a small clearing inside,
just bigger than one person's space and Nathan
was kneeling there, trousers and pants around
his knees, stroking his stiff prick. "I knew
you were running, I've skipped maths, I wanted
a quickie with you!" he whispered as he
grasped the front of Peter's shorts. Peter's
erection was instantaneous. "Very quick then,
Hunt's only just gone past." He knelt down and
pulled the waistband of his white shorts down
and under his balls. Nathan started rubbing
gently. Within a few seconds, Peter felt the
climax coming and tensed up. Nathan suddenly
flipped the shorts' waistband from under
Peter's balls, and as it flicked back up
towards his waist, grabbed the base of Peter's
prick through the white material. Peter came
his load too soon to pull his prick out again.
"What d'yer do that for?" he exclaimed. "Fuck
me, people'll see that - its wet all inside my
shorts now!" He hadn't noticed Nathan rubbing
his own cock as he spoke until a jet of spunk
shot out onto the front of his shorts "Oh
fine, thanks, now I've got to go back to
school covered in spunk - how more obvious do
you want it to be?." " Oh stop whining - come
on!" Nathan, having pulled his trousers up as
he stood, grabbed Peter's arm and dragged him
from the bushes, and
ran between the trees parallel to the path
until they came to a large mud puddle. "Now
lay in that" Nathan said, "face down and rub
your shorts in it. You can say you fell over
if anyone asks, and shower yourself off when
you get back to school. D'yer want me to come
and scrub you down?" Faced with no
alternative, Peter muddied himself up. "No,
thanks, you've done enough damage already."
"But you love me, don't you?" asked Nathan
cheekily and kissed Peter quickly on the
cheek. Peter frowned, but realised that, yes,
he did. He jogged muddily back to school and
went to the gym to shower and change. He stood
under the shower and washed off the mud (and
other sticky substances) from his body and
shorts.

He stripped them off and finished showering,
then as he turned to go back to the changing
room he saw Mr. Hunt standing in the doorway,
watching him. He mentally prepared his story
of falling in the mud but all Mr. Hunt said
was "Be very careful of that Nathan, Peter
you're a very gullible lad". Peter coloured up
red. What did Mr. Hunt know? What had he seen?
"Hurry up now, before you miss dinner" was the
only other thing Mr. Hunt said.