Date: Tue, 21 Dec 2004 21:31:56 +0000 (GMT)
From: roy p...... <sunbeamtb@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Peter Johnson part four.

Part four of this saga of youthful love, lust and angst.
Usual disclaimers apply: If you shouldn't, don't. If you
like it, tell me. If you don't, tough.


                           Part 4


Peter gasped as he took it all in. Fake name, boy molester,
threat to his future. He had to DIE! Well, be kept under
control, at least. Nathan's hate seemed to be enough for
both of us, he thought, so I can just - be scared it'll all
go wrong? SHIT is that the time! "I gotta go, look at the
time an' I've got homework an' - " His mouth was silenced by
Nathan's lips planting a big wet kiss. "Mmmm!" was all he
could say after. "We're saved!" said Nathan. "Thanks Ian,
you really are forgiven now." Ian's smirk was still on his
face. "Jus' don't look or touch with Pete!" Nathan added.
Ian's face returned to normality. "O.K., O.K. I'll just wait
until -" "Till like forever." Nathan made the point, then
turned back to Peter and said "Forget tomorrow, we're not
going. Get the shits, break a leg, have a headache, start
your periods, anything, but convince your folks you're not
well enough for school tomorrow, we're not going 'till I've
thought this through. O.K?" "O.K." That was the first time
that Nathan's 'taking care' of Peter scared him, but he'd
get used to it in time.
The two boys thanked Ian and left for their walk home. Peter
was chattering excitedly: Nathan wasn't really listening. At
the point where their routes home separated, Peter lead
Nathan into a large front garden of an older style house,
behind a hedge, held both his hands and kissed him. "Shall
we -" "Not now" Nathan replied, "Ring me tomorrow,  about
midday. Don't let your folks know who you're calling,
though." "O.K." Nathan was more passionate about the second
kiss, but then broke it, looked Peter in the eyes and said
"Tomorrow". "O.K." said Peter, and watched him go. Peter
walked home, told his mum he was back, and went to bed.
Peter set his wristwatch alarm for 4:15 in the morning. When
it woke him, he went to the bathroom, waited three or four
minutes, flushed the toilet and washed his hands. Then he
went back to bed, reset the watch alarm for three quarters
of an hour later, and repeated the exercise. The third time
he left the bathroom, his mother was waiting for him in her
bedroom doorway. "Are you alright, Peter?" she asked. "Not
really," replied Peter, trying to sound unwell. "I've got
the shi- belly ache and the runs" he finished, rubbing his
stomach. "I'll be alright now though. Goodnight."  Thirty
five minutes later he repeated the act, and was rewarded by
his mother saying "You'd better stay at home tomorrow if
you're still like that."
As far as she was concerned, he was still 'like that' in the
morning and she ordered him back to bed when he appeared
wearing his underpants at eight o'clock. He smiled to
himself and returned to his room before he broke face and
gave the game away with a snigger.

"Will you be alright on your own?" His mother's words woke
him from a deep sleep, and a dream involving him, Nathan, a
hot sandy beach and lots of pleasure. His cock was rock hard
and his hand was wrapped around it. He glanced at his clock
and called back "Yea, fine. I feel a lot better now!" Ten
past ten - he'd caught up with his lost sleep. "Good. You
rest then, I'm going out with Mrs. Jones and Mrs.Warner,
I'll be back at six." He heard the front door open, then
click shut. Peter threw back the bed quilt and, remembering
all he could of his dream, wanked himself furiously. His
climax came hard and fast: the first shot of his cum
actually hit the ceiling! Six slightly weaker shots never
quite made that height and fell back, splattering on his
chest and face. Lying exhausted after what he knew to be his
best-ever wank, he licked the juice from around his lips,
rubbed that on his chest with his hand, and planned the
afternoon. When he got up for a shower, he was solidly hard
again and reran the dream's best part in his mind under the
warm water as he rubbed himself to his second orgasm of the
day. 'Yes,' he thought, 'That's what we'll do!'

Showered, dried and dressed, Peter went downstairs to the
kitchen and fried a bacon and egg breakfast, then watched
T.V. for a while until, at a quarter to twelve he could wait
no longer and phoned Nathan. His heart was one of two body
organs that got a rise from hearing Nat's voice. "Hiya sexy
man, how many times you tossed off this mornin' thinkin' of
me?!" "Twice!" Peter replied, "You'd better get over here
quick so's I don't have to again!" "I'm already on my way!"
was Nathan's response, followed immediately by the click of
his phone being put down. It wasn't many minutes before he
arrived at Peter's door, and as soon as he was inside the
two boys began kissing with such a passion you'd think
they'd invented the pleasurable pastime. They ran up to
Peter's room, and within seconds were stripped naked on the
bed hugging, kissing and feeling each other. They reached a
point where Nathan was kneeling between Peters legs, his
hard cock twitching with the pulses of his heartbeat, and a
look of pure love on his face. "I want you" Peter whispered
"inside me again."

Nathan lowered himself gently onto Peter, who had raised his
legs onto Nathan's shoulders. The angles of their bodies was
perfect; Nathan's cock took no external aiming to line it
up, and the entry was ready and waiting. Slowly he pushed
in: eagerly Peter accepted him. Nathan rested his weight on
his elbows and lowered his face to Peter's, and they kissed.
They kissed, their tongues entwined, their bodies moved
slowly in the most perfect lovemaking ever. Neither of them
knew how long it took, nor cared - time stood still, they
had eternity. The love, the passion, the unity of two
perfectly matched souls all merged and ran off them mixed
with the sweat of their perspiring bodies. It was the moment
they both knew they were destined to be together for ever,
the moment they and the universe had been created for.
Gradually their passion built up to its climax - their
movements quickened imperceptibly slowly until the emotions
of their bodies overcame them - there are not words to
describe the pleasure, the ecstasy, the serenity that swept
through their bodies as  their orgasms came. Nathan would
say, if asked, that he couldn't count the number of times he
pumped his sperm into Peter - it had felt more like a
continuous river of love pouring from him. Peter likewise
had felt his entire life, past, present and future, had
turned to the liquid that was powering from him between
their bodies. Nathan slid off Peter's body and rested, face
down, alongside him. They were both totally physically and
emotionally exhausted.

"Fuck me!" exclaimed Peter as his breath came back. "I just
did!" Nathan gasped into the bedsheet. As their energy
returned, they both turned on the bed to face each other and
hugged. Peter glanced at his clock. He was astounded to see
that an hour and a half had passed since Nathan had arrived.
"Wow!" he said. "Wow indeed!" replied Nathan. They rested
for another quarter of an hour or so, then got up and
showered. "What are we going to do about Hunt?" Peter asked
as they towelled each other dry. "All planned out!" said
Nathan. "Ian's due to start school soon, isn't he? Well, I
think it's about time he came for a look around, and we are
the ones to show him! Let's have something to eat, I'm
famished, then we'll go and tell him what he has to do."
They dressed and went downstairs. Peter cooked sausages,
eggs and chips for their lunch and after eating and tidying
up the kitchen they went round to Ian's.

Nathan explained his plan carefully to Ian and Peter, and
they worked out the options they, and Hunt/Hunter had. "Do
you think it'll really work?" Peter asked. "Its got to,"
Nathan said quietly, "Its got to."