Date: Wed, 29 Dec 2004 20:07:26 +0000 (GMT)
From: roy p...... <sunbeamtb@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Peter Johnson part 7

Another journey down Peter's road of life. At least he has a
companion with him to help him through the muddy patches.
Poor Peter isn't exactly one of the worlds great leaders, he
needs help almost every step, but his confidence is
building, slowly, although he's not able to use it yet.
Luckily Nathan is a leader of men, or will be, he just needs
to learn that he is. Usual warnings and disclaimers apply,
I've told you so don't moan if you're caught. Tell me if
you're enjoying it, suggest improvements if you're not. Roy.

                         Part seven

The boys left Mr. Riley's office and walked through to the
corridor. As soon as they were clear of Mrs. Burns' sight,
Peter grabbed Nathan's sleeve. "My family mustn't know," he
said, anxiously. "They'll hate me and stop me from seeing
you - Oh why does everything have to go wrong for me?"
Nathan turned and put his hands on his friend's shoulders,
looked into his eyes and said, "Stop that now, Pete, we'll
work it out somehow. I know things got well out of hand
today, but not everyone's against us, are they? Old man
Riley was on our side in there, and we can't get better
backup in school than him, can we? Ian's done everything
we've asked of him and he's as good as outed himself before
he's even started here. Now come on, buck up, I think we
ought to go and thank Ian for helping us and - I'm bloody
hungry, I'll bet you are too, lets get to the chip shop
before it closes!"

Peter cheered up enough to smile and they walked towards the
main doors. Almost at the exit, a boy ran from a side
corridor and nearly knocked them over. Recovering, Peter was
horrified to see that it was John Lester, one of the gang
who got as close to bullying and intimidating others as they
could get away with. "Hey!" he shouted as he regained his
balance. "Look where you're go -hey! You're the two faggots
who faced out to that cunt Hunt, aren't you?" he pushed his
open hand towards Nathan's head as if were going to rip his
face off. Bladder control suddenly became top of Peter's
subconscious mind. "High five, kid! That was a great show I
hear, sorry to have missed it!"
Nathan weakly raised his hand to meet Lester's slap. "That
perve tried it on with me last year, you know. Grabbed me
knackers comin' out the shower, he did. I just stood there
an' told him he was wastin' his time,  it didn't go up for
poofs! Bloody scared me, though, I can tell ya." There was a
couple of seconds silence as Nathan and John Lester sized
each other up. It would have been no contest - Lester was
built like the proverbial brick shithouse and would have
floored Nathan with a flick of his finger. "Sorry about the
poofs and faggots though, I don't know much about that shit,
my meat's strictly for the girls - what should I call yer?"
"Preferably by our names" said Nathan, composing himself now
the threat had receded, "but if you're looking for a name
for what we are," he added, gaining confidence, "it's gay.
G.A.Y., stands for 'Good As You'" Lester sucked in a breath
noisily through his lips. "Ooooh, careful!" he said, a
snicker rippling across his face, "Got me below the belt
with that one!" Nathan laughed a little, "I don't think so,
I don't think I'd live through the consequences if I 'got
you below the belt'!" they both laughed at that. Peter
laughed a little too, then had an idea. "Did you report Hunt
for touching you?" he asked Lester. "Nah, kid, I ain't gonna
let on that some perve's had his hand round me bollocks, am
I? Don't look good fer yer cred, does it?" Lester sneered. "
Well you should" Peter told him, "He's done it before at
another school, that didn't get reported, I - well, I'm not
ready for my family to know just yet, so he's got away with
that too. But someone like you, if they believe you -" Peter
stopped before the allegation was spoken. Lester missed it,
but said "I dunno. I told me dad, an' he was gonna come down
here an' punch his lights out, but I didn' wanna get
expelled, all me mates're here. Hunt'll deny it, and I can't
prove it. I dunno." Peter sighed. "Look," he said, "Just go
and talk to Riley about it, Hunt's gone, left, resigned. He
told us that. He wants to nail Hunt as much as you, I and
that other kid from Northbridge must do. Please? Please?"
"O.K, O.K, I will before you start fluttering your eyelashes
at me. Can't be doin' wi' any o' that fag - gay crap."
Lester sighed. "Gotta go. See yers!"
Lester ran off up the corridor. He wasn't really in a hurry,
he just ran because he shouldn't. Nathan looked at his
watch, "Come on, bloody chip shop closes in five!" he yelled
as he ran for the door and out into the yard, closely
followed by an equally hungry Peter.

A portion of hot greasy chips apiece later, they wandered
round to Nathan's house. Peter looked round, and saw that it
was tidy, but lived in. Smaller than his, only three
bedrooms, but so were most on Lowfields. "I thought we were
going to see Ian?" Peter asked. Nathan put his arms round
Peter's neck, kissed him lightly on the cheek, and said "I'd
rather see you!" They kissed, the depth of their lips' touch
relaxed Peter's tension. Nathan pushed his crotch into
Peter's, slid it an inch or two side to side and felt the
stiffness growing in each of them. He broke away, grabbed
Peter's hand and almost dragged him up the stairs, into his
room, closing the door behind them with a kick. They
shrugged off their school blazers, allowing them to fall to
the floor, then unbuttoned each others shirts, arms getting
in each others way, staring all the time into each others
eyes. "God, I love you, Pete!" Nathan said as he slid the
shirt off Peter's shoulders. "I love you so much, so much!"
Peter sighed as he wrapped his arms round Nathan's body, his
shirt now gone. They kissed again, fuelling the fire of
their passions, then, kicking off their shoes they unclipped
and unzipped each others trousers. the garments fell to
their ankles, leaving them standing only in well-tented
boxers, and socks. Peter bent forward, kissing and licking
each of Nathan's nipples in turn, then down the centre of
his chest and stomach, in his belly button, and down to the
damp summit of the mountain in his shorts. He sucked in the
tip, and flicked his tongue over it, and Nathan shuddered.
"Ooo babes, I'm gonna cum if you do that again!" Nathan
gasped. Peter pulled the waistband forwards, and released
the shorts from the rod within. Moving his hands to Nathan's
waist, he slid the shorts down to the trousers below.
Nathan's cock was standing straight up: it curved upwards
for the first two inches then was as straight as a pole for
the other four. The foreskin had rolled itself back,
exposing the head, from where a trickle of pre-cum ran down
over the thick, throbbing blue vein on the underside. It was
as hard as could be. Peter knew if he stared hard enough, he
could will this perfect male organ to erupt on its own, the
fountain of love would spray his face, his hair, his lover's
chest, and beyond. The dream was broken by Nathan's hands
under his arms, lifting him upright again. "My turn" Nathan
whispered, and kissed and licked Peter's chest and stomach
as he had done before. He slid Peter's boxers down carefully
before his lips got there, though, and kissed right down
from his navel to the wispy brown hair that curled above his
goal. 'Sweet, like candy floss' thought Nathan as he licked
almost each individual hair, then, turning his head to  the
side, he ran his tongue underneath the length of Peter's
dick from the tip to the base, then lightly kissed the ball
sack beneath. He sat back on his haunches and watched the
cock twitch. It was dead straight for all its five and three
quarter inch length, and stood at 45 degrees to the body it
grew from. It jumped slightly with every heartbeat.
Beautiful. As he watched, Nathan saw  a bead of precum grow
on the slit, and run the quarter inch to where it hung,
suspended by its own tension, forming a perfect teardrop. He
leaned forward and licked it off, just tickling the base of
the cockhead as he did so. Peter exhaled deeply. Keeping his
tongue out, he stood and offered his face to Peter, who put
his tongue out pointing down the same. Their top lips and
tongues touched, the taste transferred, they both shuddered
as the orgasm hit them simultaneously. Sperm jets coated
their chests and their stomachs, their souls joined together
as one. Their lips parted, and Peter opened his mouth to
speak, but no words came out. There aren't any words to
describe how he felt.

They stepped out of their trousers and shorts before too
much cum fell down there, and Nathan leant over to his table
and picked up a cloth to wipe them both down with. After
rubbing Peter's and his own chest and stomach, he gave the
cloth to Peter to finish wiping himself down, which he did.
As he finished, he suddenly held the cloth away and gasped,
"Is this you cum rag? Have I just wiped myself on your cum
rag? Urghh." Nathan smiled as he took the cloth, "Full of my
love for you, Pete, full of my love for you!" "Urghh -
urghh!" Peter groaned, till he could keep the pretence no
longer, and giggled. They fell into each other's arms,
laughing. 'I ain't gonna give this up' thought Peter, 'I
don't care if they do throw me out, I ain't gonna give this
up.' They laid on the bed, kissing, cuddling and hugging
until the drying juices started tickling and scratching.
"Lets take a shower" said Nathan. So they did. Just to wash.


When they were clean, dry, and dressed, Peter reminded
Nathan about thanking Ian. "Ring him," suggested Nathan.
"You remember his number?" "I think so." They went
downstairs into the hall to use the 'phone, and Peter
dialled. After having to apologise to a woman who'd got out
of a bath to answer, he tried again. Success! "Hi Ian, it's
Pete! I'm at Nat's, and we want to thank you for your help
today - yes, at Nat's - no, we're not!" he blushed red
"shuttup! - we had to see Riley, the Headmaster, and he told
us - yes, it's great, it worked! - no, no trouble, that's
why were out early, Riley let us go! - yes, yes, then we ran
into one of the toughs, Lester, and he congratulated us! -
yes! Oh, and he said Hunt had messed with him last year an'
I think I persuaded him to report it - yes - you've what? -
well, Hunt jumped when Nat said his name, let's hope so! -
do your best, then - yes, see you soon, thanks again, Ian!"
and he put the phone down. "Well?" asked Nathan, guessing
there was more to tell. "Ian said he knew Hunt had gone,
Mrs. Burns told him. And-and! He's rung Northbridge, and
left a message for Jack Jones to ring him. He's going to try
to get him to report what Hunt did to him there! Hopefully
that's two counts against him, I hope he goes down for
ever!" "Me too!" said Nathan. "Ian's really got his teeth
into this, hasn't he? I wonder if Hunt tried anything on
with him at Northbridge?" "Your plan worked! I love you so
much!" squealed Peter, threw his arms round Nathan's neck
and kissed him.  The front door opened, and a woman stepped
in. The boys heads turned to see her. "Nathan??!!" she said.
'Oohh shit!' the boys thought, together.