Date: Sat, 11 Dec 2004 23:31:43 +0000 (GMT)
From: roy p...... <sunbeamtb@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Peter Jonson part 3

When Peter came out of the school building at the end of the
school day, Nathan was waiting for him. As they walked off
together, Peter told Nathan about what Mr. Hunt had said and
wondered how much he knew - or guessed - about their
relationship. "He can't know anything." said Nathan. "Come
here!" and pulled him into an alleyway between two houses,
whose gate had been left open. Pushing the gate closed, he
leant over and kissed Peter on the lips, pulled him close
and hugged him tightly. Peter felt Nathan's hardness in his
trousers as it pressed against his own, and reaching down,
felt it through the cloth. He found the zip, and lowered it,
then put his fingers inside, through the fly in Nathan's
pants, and pulled out the hard cock trapped inside. Nathan
moved his head alongside Peter's, still hugging him tight.
"Do it!" he whispered. Peter's fingers surrounded Nathan's
cock and moved the skin up and down and he felt Nathan's
hand, at first rubbing the bulge in his trousers, then
undoing the waistband button and lowering the zip, then
slipping into his boxers and holding his cock. They
separated and moving to a side-by-side position, wanked each
other in the semi-darkness of the alley. Nathan gasped
"Aahhh - aaahhh!" as he shot a wad of cum onto the wall
opposite, then as he shot another the alley gate flew open
and standing there was Mr. Hunt. Nathan couldn't stop his
third and fourth cum shots, and although he stopped wanking
Peter immediately and pulled his hand away, Peter's trousers
and boxers were halfway down to his knees and unable to hide
his erect cock. "I thought you'd be up to something like
this!" said Mr. Hunt, "You know I could get you both
expelled for this!"


The two boys stood silently, looking down at the floor.
They'd been found in the worst imaginable situation, by the
worst person to find them. Mr Hunt closed the gate and
walked towards them. "Unless," he said, we can come to some
arrangement-" And took hold of Peter's cock. The boys looked
up, shocked. "What arrangement?" Nathan asked. "Let me join
in from time to time." Mr. Hunt answered, massaging Peter's
wilting cock back to erection. Nathan lunged at him. "Keep
your hands off him, you filthy pervert!" he shouted,
knocking Mr. Hunt against the wall. "He's mine, and I'm his,
and we're not having you join in anything!" "Right!" shouted
Mr. Hunt, "You two are in big trouble now! I'll have you
suspended for this - or even expelled!" "You can't touch us,
were out of school and -" "You are both in school uniform
and your actions here, in a public place, are enough to get
you suspended and a report sent to your parents." Peter
shook with fear. His shit life was coming back with a
vengeance. "And what about you touching up Peter then? We'll
tell everyone about that!" Nathan was shaking too, but with
anger. His fists were clenched, his face red, his eyes drawn
into slits with a heavily furrowed forehead above them. "And
then you'll have to tell what you both were doing in here,
won't you!" Mr Hunt replied, quieter now, and with a
winner's smirk on his face. "Think about it!" he added,
opened the gate and went. Nathan slammed the gate shut.
Peter looked soulfully at him and, barely audibly, said
"What are we going to do? Mum and Dad would flip if they
found out, I'd be sent to a special school and - never see
you again, what can we do?" tears ran down his cheek, which
angered Nathan even more - as well as upset him, to think
that his best friend ever - his only REAL friend, not to say
love of his life, was so helplessly sad because of - their
impatient love for each other. "We need help with this!"
Nathan seethed through his teeth, "We need to talk it out
with --" "With who?" said Peter, absolute despair in his
voice. "Who is there we can tell, never mind ask-" Nathan
suddenly knew, and grabbed Peter's arm, pulling him out as
he left. "Ian. Come on!"


Nathan ran all the way to Ian's, dragging Peter behind him.
Mrs. Warner opened the door to "Gotta see Ian, please. Is he
in?" "Yes, he's up -" The boys passed her in a blur, up the
stairs, and burst into Ian's room. Luckily Ian was at his
computer looking at only a racing car internet site. Now if
they'd barged in half an hour earlier - "You gotta help us.
If you feel any sorrow for what you've done to us in the
past, help us get our heads round this one." And he told the
whole story, how they were lovers, how he'd better not make
a move on Peter, how they had to stay together, how they'd
been caught and how Peter's parents mustn't find out. "Any
ideas?" They talked it out for hours, Nathan and Peter
phoned home to say were they were and not to worry. Ian told
his aunt that he wasn't hungry, and that the other two had
stopped off at a chip shop on their way from school so no-
one wanted a meal. They talked through every option, and the
snags that each option brought. Ian eventually was on the
point of giving up and said "Well I can't see a solution.
He's got you and his story is what people will believe, not
yours. What's this Hunt like, anyway?" Peter told the most,
Nathan was too new at the school to know him very well.
Peter told of his bad attitude, the way he forced boys to
exert themselves to exhaustion in the gym, and that he'd
slap your leg hard if he didn't think you were trying hard
enough. He suddenly remembered something and said "There's a
picture of him on the sports day page of the school website
-" and jumped to the computer keyboard, and typed in the web
address. He clicked through a few pages then said "There he
is, just on the edge of this shot." The other two looked at
his face watching runners cross a winning line. Ian slid
sideways into the seat, pushing Peter out. He clicked the
mouse a few times, saved the picture to PhotoWorks, enhanced
and enlarged it to the screen. He sat back satisfied, with a
huge grin. "Hunt, you say. Well, when I started at my last
school, he was there for a few months, then left suddenly.
There was a story going round that one of the senior boys
had caught him wanking his younger brother off in the gym
showers, and had decked him one. He never came back but
there couldn't have been a complaint, and we never got to
find out who it was he was playing with, so we just put it
down to a rumour. BUT!" Ian added with great satisfaction,
"His name was HUNTER!" "Yesss!" Peter cried. Nathan put his
face to the screen and said, very determinedly, "Got you yer
bastard!"