Date: Fri, 5 Jul 2013 17:45:13 +0200 (CEST)
From: Robbie Webb
Subject: All The Girls Used To Say We Were Well Cute

ALL THE GIRLS USED TO SAY WE WERE WELL CUTE

Me and my mate Danny, we never had no girlfriends when we were at school.
All the other lads in our class, they had loadsa girlfriends, well except
for Stevie Henshaw coz he was proper gay. And he didn't hide it or nothing.
He was well camp. He even came into school one day with eye liner, or guy
liner as he called it. I thought he looked well cool and wanted to tell him
but I couldn't. What would all the other lads say if they heard me saying
that? Owen's a bumboy, that's what they'd say. Mr Brazier, our form
teacher, he went mad when Stevie Henshaw came into class wearing his
eyeliner. What a fucking prick Mr Brazier was. I wanted to tell him there
and then.

I wanted to say, "Leave him alone; he looks well cool."

But Mr Brazier, just like most of the other teachers at school, he was just
as homophobic as the pupils.

But yeah, back to me and Danny, we never had no girlfriends. All the other
lads, they had no problems getting lots of girls. Me and Danny, we got on
well with the girls. We were dead popular like. It's just that none of `em
ever seemed to fancy us. I don't know why coz like, it's not as if we
weren't good-looking or nothing. We're proper fit, me and Danny. The girls
always talked to us but it never went beyond that. I think we were too
sweet. The girls, they went for the dickhead types like Bobby Rutter and
Ian Robinson.

I think the problem with me and Danny was, we were too cute. I suppose the
girls preferred the rough looking lads. The girls, they actually told us,
me and Danny, they told us we were well cute. But boys don't wanna hear
that from girls, do they? They wanna be told they're well fit, not well
cute. Proper cute and sweet, that's what they used to say to us. That's
what your Granny says to you, innit?

What made it worse was...not only did the girls not fancy us, but Stevie
Henshaw did. If we were homophobic pricks, me and Danny, we could have told
Stevie Henshaw to fuck off but we're not and we didn't. But we didn't lead
him on in any way, didn't wanna hurt his feelings or nothing. He actually
told me one day that I was well fit.

I said, "Mate, I'm honoured that you fancy me but I'm not gay, mate."

He went bright red, bless him, and he felt dead awkward after that but I
made sure I still wanted to speak to him as a friend.

Anyway, thank fuck them days are over, worrying about not being fancied by
any of the girls and having to tell boys that have a crush on you that
you're not gay. Who'd be 16 again? I wouldn't, that's for sure.

Two years later I was sitting in a pub having a drink with my mate Danny. I
hadn't seen him since leaving school. After school he moved out of town. It
was great seeing him again. We sat there having a drink, reminiscing about
schooldays.

"Remember when all the girls used to say we were well cute, Danny?"

Danny smiled.

"Yeah, I remember. Always cute, never fit."

"And the only person who fancied us was Stevie Henshaw."

"Camper than a row of Dale Wintons he was."

"He was sound Stevie."

"I know he was. I'm not calling him."

"He told me he fancied me, you know."

"Fuck off!"

"Swear down, mate.

"And what did you say?"

"I told him I fancied him too and snogged him."

"Did you?"

"Did I fuck."

"Awh, Stevie, bless him."

"I know. He was sweet."

"He didn't tell me he fancied me."

"Yeah well, come on, mate. You can't compete with me, can you?"

"What it is, you look more gay than me."

"He did fancy you, anyway."

"No he didn't."

"He did. After I turned him down, he asked me if you were gay."

"Fuck off."

"I'm telling you, mate."

"Well how come you never said nothing at school then?"

"Dunno. Maybe coz I thought it'd freak you out."

"I'm not Bobby Rutter."

"I know, mate."

"Awh...Stevie Henshaw. I wish you'd told me."

"Why? Would you...?"

"What? Would I fuck. If he chose me first maybe but not while he wanted me
just coz you turned him down."

"You would an' all, wouldn't you?"

"Would I fuck. It just would have been nice to know, that's all."

"I wonder what he's doing now?"

"Who?"

"Stevie Henshaw."

"Probably bumming some lad."

"Good for him."

"He went to art college, didn't he?"

"Oh yeah. He was good at art."

We just sat there chatting away about schooldays. We talked about all the
lads at school and what they would be doing now and stuff like that. Then I
turned the subject of the conversation back to Stevie Henshaw fancying us.

"It got me thinking after I left school, you know."

"What? Your brain? Well it didn't get you thinking while you were at
school, did it? That's why you failed all your exams."

"No, I mean about Stevie Henshaw fancying us."

"You're not going on about him again, are you? Are you sure you didn't
fancy him?"

"No. He's not my type. No but serious, right. Why do you think he like
fancied us two and none of the other lads?"

"I dunno."

"Like why didn't he fancy Bobby Rutter or Ian Robinson?"

"Would you? They were fucking horrible."

"The girls didn't think so."

"What are you getting at anyway?"

"I'm just saying like...why do you think he fancied us two and none of the
other lads?"

"I don't fucking know. Maybe he thought we were gay."

"Well he did, didn't he? Otherwise he wouldn't have told me that he fancied
me."

"Well there you go then."

"And like, well we never had no girlfriends when we were at school so..."

"Go on then."

"What?"

"You can tell me."

"What?"

Danny put his hand on my shoulder and proper looked into my eyes.

"What you doing, Dan?"

"You're gay, aren't you?"

"What?"

"You can tell me, mate. I'm your mate. You did fancy Stevie Hensahw, didn't
you? Only you didn't have the bottle to tell him."

"Shut up. You're gay, you mean. You fancied him."

"Yeah, I did."

He took his hand off my shoulder.

I waited for him to make some sort of joke or something but he didn't.

He took a swig of his beer.

I waited for him to say something.

He didn't say nothing.

"You fancied Stevie Henshaw?

"Yeah. Course I did. He was fucking gorgeous, mate. Don't you think so?"

I still couldn't work out if he was being serious or just messing about.

I took a swig of my beer.

We just sat there for a while not saying nothing.

The Danny leaned closer.

"I've come out to you, mate. Coz I know I can trust you. I'm gay, mate. I'm
not messing about. I fancy boys."

I just had to make sure.

"Seriously? You're gay?"

"As bent as a three pound coin, mate."

He was being serious. I knew him well enough to know he wasn't joking.

Then he said, "On my nephew's life, mate."

"Yeah ok. You don't have to say things like that. I believe you."

He put his hand on top of mine. He started gently stroking my fingers, all
the time proper looking into my eyes.

He waited for me to say it.

And waited.

Then I said it.

"All right then. Yeah. I'm gay."

He smiled and he leaned closer and kissed me on the cheek.

I went red.

He stood up, finished his pint.

I finished mine.

He went the bar to get us both another pint. I felt...dunno...weird. I'd
never told nobody before that I was gay. I suppose I knew all through
school but I put it at the back of my mind. Course I was gay. I fancied
boys. I always have done. Girls have never made me feel like what boys make
me feel. When Stevie Henshaw told me that he fancied me at school I felt
dead excited, gave me a proper thrill, gave me a feeling that I'd never had
before. And if I'd been true to myself, I would have told myself then that
I was gay. I never got no feelings like that with any of the girls at
school, feelings what I got when Stevie Henshaw told me that he fancied
me. Just wish I'd had the bottle to tell him.

Danny returned with the drinks. He sat down.

We just sat there looking at each other. I'd really liked Danny at school,
we really got on with each other at school, never really socialised after
school though coz we lived in different parts of town and he had his mates
and I had my mates. This was really nice, sitting here with him now in the
pub having a drink with him. I felt nice. I felt warm. I felt really close
to him.

We were dead relaxed with each other. We just carried on chatting away as
if it was no big deal that we'd just come out to each other. We had a
couple more pints.

Last orders came.

I got up.

"One more?"

Danny pulled me back down.

"I've got some cans at home if you fancy coming back to mine."

I wanted it more than anything in the whole world.

"Ok then."

We got up. Danny put his arm around me. I got a bit self conscious and
gently pushed him away.

He stopped smiling.

He said, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing. It's just..."

"Fuck these lot."

He put his arm around me again.

Yeah, he was right. Fuck `em. Fuck everybody.

In front of everybody in the pub I kissed Danny on the lips.

A couple of lads at the bar gave us a wolf whistle.

Another lad made some witless homophobic remark.

I put my hand on Danny's arse and we walked out of the pub.

We could have got a taxi but we decided to walk to Danny's flat coz it was
well nice walking with him. He kept putting his arm around me. He kept
touching me. I wanted to do the same back to him but I couldn't do it.
Well, not at first. It was coz like, well I'd grown up with people who
thought being gay was wrong and I just felt...I dunno...awkward about
touching Danny but I really did want to get intimate with him.

Once I put my arm around him, it felt dead nice. Made me feel proper warm.
And the more tactile I got with him the nicer and warmer I felt. Having my
mate putting his arm around me and touching me made me feel warm and nice
but when I put my arm around him and touched him, I couldn't help it. I
just felt well fucking sexy. I couldn't control my cock. It got well stiff
in my jeans.

It's when we walked past the street light, that's when Danny saw it – my
boned up cock pushing against my stretched jeans. My heart was racing. My
breathing was getting faster. Danny, he put his fingers on my face and he
brought his lips to mine. We kissed under the street light. It was the
first time I had ever kissed another boy and it was just the most beautiful
moment ever.

Danny brought his lips from mine.

I looked down and saw that his jeans were proper boned up just like mine.

We were both absolutely gagging for it.

We couldn't wait no more.

We had to go through the park to get to Danny's flat. We didn't get past
the swings. We held each other by the roundabout and we kissed on the
lips. I slipped my hands between Danny's legs and felt his boned up cock
through his jeans. He pulled my hand away.

"No, come on. This is special. Let's wait till we get back to my flat."

So we walked to his flat with our cocks bursting out of our jeans. Straight
away we got in his flat we got naked. Our clothes were off before we got in
the bedroom. We'd seen each other naked before, every week in the changing
rooms at school before and after games but we'd never seen each other like
this – naked and aroused. We stood there in the bedroom face to face in
the raw with our hard cocks sticking up. I couldn't get over just how sexy
and beautiful my mate was now that he had no clothes on. Fully clothed
Danny was cute, naked and aroused he was so fucking sexy. And his throbbing
cock told me he thought the same about me.

Our cockheads were still enclosed by foreskin.

"Danny, let me see your cockhead."

"Let me see yours first."

"I asked first, Danny. Show it to me."

He peeled his foreskin back nice and slowly, peeled it all the way back
till it was behind the purple ridge. His cockhead, it was beautiful –
big, fat, swollen, a perfectly-shaped mushroom bell-end, deep purple and
proper shiny.

"Oh mate. It's beautiful."

There was jizz dribbling out of the slit.

I took in the beautiful sight of my friend Danny standing there in the nude
with his beautiful dick sticking out from his beautiful body, his beautiful
bell end throbbing and dribbling with pre-cum.

He'd shown me his, and now he asked me to show him mine.

Slowly I pulled my foreskin back, pulled it all the way till my bell end
was completely exposed, the most sensitive, tender part of my body naked
for Danny to see. He loved looking at it just as much as I loved looking at
his.

We both looked so fucking sexy with our cockheads out. All the years we'd
known each other and this was the first time we'd seen each other like
this, the first time we'd seen just how beautiful and sexy we were.

We moved closer and our big fat shiny purple cockheads touched. Danny
started moving his hips so that his slick cockhead slid back and to against
mine. His pre-jizz was dribbling on to my cockhead.

Danny made the first move. He took hold of my hard cock and started
stroking it. He had a nice gentle touch, didn't squeeze it too hard. I took
hold of his cock. I did the same to his boner what he was doing to
mine. This was so intense, being tossed off by my friend and me tossing him
off. Playing with another boy's cock was the sexiest thing ever, and my
cock felt like it had never felt before now that somebody else's hand was
on it.

Me and Danny, we gazed into each other's eyes as we jacked each other
off. We tossed each other off nice and slow, then fast, slow, fast,
twisting our hands round on each other's hot boners. We held each other's
balls in the palm of our hands as we tossed each other's dicks. Wanking
myself off was nothing compared to this.

We were both breathing hard and fast.

"Oh Danny, this feels so good."

"I know."

"Danny. Oh Danny. I'm not gonna last much longer, Danny."

"Me too."

 "Oooh! Danny! Danny, will you suck me off?"

Danny went down on his knees. Before he put my cock in his mouth he slid my
foreskin back over my cockhead. My cockhead was enclosed in its foreskin
again. Danny stuck his tongue up inside my foreskin. He swirled his tongue
around over my foreskin-covered cockhead. Then he slowly slid my foreskin
back with his lips.

"Oh Danny!"

He sucked my cock into his mouth. He sucked and my cockhead slid over his
tongue, slid to the back of his throat.

"Oh Danny! Suck me! Suck my cock!"

He sucked on my cock like he really meant it, all the time looking up into
my eyes as his lips went up and down on my boner. My hands were on his
head. I pulled him on and off my cock. I fucked his cute face. He sucked me
harder, deeper, faster.

"Danny! Danny! I'm gonna cum! Oooh! Oooh!"

My hot cock shot off in his mouth. It was the most intense cum burst that
had ever squirted from my cock. Danny didn't take his mouth off my cock
until it had finished squirting.

No sooner had I finished cumming, Danny got up, pushed me down and slipped
his cock in my mouth. It took just one suck and the jizz came squirting
out, filling my mouth, pumping down my throat.

I should have done this with sweet Stevie Henshaw. But no, I was so glad
I'd saved it for Danny. Stevie Hensahw, he was so sweet and nice, he'd have
no trouble finding himself a nice boy to share his life with. Stevie
Henshaw, he'll be proper happy now. He'd have met some nice lad at art
college. There was no need to worry about Stevie Henshaw. I could have been
with Stevie Henshaw now if I'd given in to my true feelings and not
pretended I was straight. But I'm glad I didn't coz if I had done I
wouldn't be here now with Danny, and Danny really was the sweetest and
cutest boy in the world.

I wanted to organise a school reunion and show all my old schoolmates that
me and Danny were togther. Ha! Imagine the look on Bobby Rutter's face!
Imagine what Ian Robinson would say when he saw me and Danny kissing. All
the girls, they'd be dead made up for us, I know they would.

That's it. Tomorrow. I was gonna place the ad in the local paper. The class
of 2010 needed to be reunited, if not for anything else just to see that me
and Danny were an item.


This story is taken from my kindle book QUEER QUICKIES Vol 7, available on
Amazon

© Robbie Webb 2013