Date: Mon, 19 Feb 2007 18:57:18 +0000 From: Pink Panther Subject: 'July Through September' Chapter 13. This story is a work of erotic fiction. If reading erotic fiction is illegal where you live, please leave this page now. If you are under age for reading this type of material, please leave this page now. This story contains scenes of sexual interaction involving both underage boys and older guys. If this is not what you wish to read, please leave this page now. All the main storylines have now begun; as we go forward they will start to come together and intersect with each other, so please stick with it! There will be 26 chapters altogether; I will be posting two chapters each week, with the final chapter appearing just before Easter. Feedback, including constructive criticism, is more than welcome and I always reply to it. To send comments, please e-mail : pinkpanther2@hotmail.co.uk and I will reply as soon as I can. THIRTEEN BILLY This wasn't supposed to happen; I was stupid. Saw George Tuesday night, got my usual thirty quid. Well, I just had enough money for a new pair of trainers I wanted, so I went and got them. Then I ran out of cigs, so I bought some of those too. Now mum's done it again, blown all her cash down the pub. So it's half past two on a Thursday afternoon, Mum won't get any money till tomorrow and I won't get any till I see Mondeo John tomorrow night unless I go to work again. Meanwhile, I'm starving right now. So I guess I don't have a choice; I set off towards the bus station. I've never tried doing it in the afternoon; it might be a total waste of time, but I might as well try it, I've got fuck all else to do. I'm not happy about it though. I get paranoid about hanging round that place waiting to get picked up. It's too close to where I live; someone I know might see me. I don't want that happening. I'm quite happy with just having my two regulars, John and George. Fuck, they give me more money than I'd ever dreamed I'd have. I'm kicking myself. I shouldn't have got so impatient. I should have waited until I'd seen John tomorrow then I'd have had some money over just in case, like I told myself I would. I turn into Bridge Street and walk past The Turks Head. The place seems pretty busy; maybe I'll get a punter out of there. I don't know why I'm thinking that; Alan the Plumber drinks in there but he'll be working. I don't want to go with him anyway. I make the turn onto Mansfield Street. It's pretty quiet. There's no sign of Rico or any of the other boys; I guess they only come out on the evenings. I position myself against the wall of the bus station. I mustn't stand here too long though; the coppers might clock me and I don't want that either. I get out my cigs and light up; at least having a smoke will take the edge off how hungry I am. PAUL I've been off work for almost three weeks between projects. The schools have been out the whole time, and the weather's been amazing. There have been boys all over the place, most of them in shorts, lots of them with their tops off; the eye-candy has been unbelievable. But as far as picking one up goes, I've drawn a complete blank. I start on my new project next Tuesday; I'll be part of a team installing a whole new system for a major plastics manufacturer. That will keep me in well paid employment until Christmas next year. Apart from the dark haired boy who started chatting to me outside the house, I haven't even come close. I've looked everywhere I can think of; there are lots of boys around but they're always in groups and just don't look interested. I collect my refilled print cartridges from the assistant and set off for home. That means driving through the town centre. Almost without thinking about it I drive round by the bus station. It's just force of habit really; I never seen a kid there that I liked the look of. I'm driving along Mansfield street when I spot him. The first thing I notice is the long blond hair. He's leaning against the wall of the bus station, smoking a cigarette, one knee raised so that his foot is flat against the wall behind him. He's wearing knee length cut-offs and a black tee. Wow! He's much younger than any of the other boys I've seen round here, about twelve I'd guess. Not quite in Gavin's league, but very cute in a street boy kind of way. My heart's racing. He's definitely on; there's no doubt about that. I turn the car round and double back, hoping that he won't have moved away. I'm in luck; he's still right where I saw him. I bring the car to a halt right opposite where he's standing and nod at him. He throws the remains of his cigarette on the ground, strolls across and gets in next to me. I can hardly believe how easy it was. "Let's get out of this area," he says quietly. We set off away from the town centre. "Are we going to your place?" he asks. "No, don't have my own place unfortunately. I know somewhere quiet we can go." "Yeah, whatever," he responds, sounding bored. "How much? You can suck me off then I'll give you a wank." That takes me right out of my stride. I want to fuck him; he must do that, working the street like he's doing. I can't imagine guys paying him just to suck his cock then he wanks them off. Maybe some do, I don't know. He's just trying it on. Still there's no harm playing along for the moment. "Twenty okay?" I ask casually. "Cool," he says, still looking bored. "What's your name?" "Billy." "Hi Billy, I'm Rob." I don't know whether he's given me his right name but there's no way I'm going to do that. There's no need anyway. As far as he's concerned my name's Rob; simple. I've had this planned for weeks. We'll go to the woods at the back of Calcroft Park; there are loads of places there that you can hide. As it goes I know exactly where I'm going to take him. I turn onto the car park. My cock's as hard as iron and leaking precum into my boxers. Fuck! I've waited so long to do this! "Okay, Billy," I say grinning at him, "Let's go." BILLY He leads the way into the woods. We pass a couple of places we could have used, but he seems to know where he's going. If I want the money I'm just going to have to go along with it. There's something not quite right with this guy. The other punters I've been with have been pretty cool, like picking up a kid my age was no big deal. This guy's different, nervous somehow. Maybe it's just that he's never done this before. After about five minutes he leads me into a small space among some thick bushes. "Okay, take your clothes off," he tells me. I hadn't reckoned on stripping naked out here, but nobody's going to see us, so I might as well do as he says. I kick off my new trainers, pull off my socks, take my teeshirt off. I open the top of my cut- offs and pull the zip down. They fall to the floor. I'm standing there just in my briefs. He nods at me. I pull them down. PAUL Oh, fuck! He's got a hard-on already! I've never seen a boy with an erection before. It's the horniest, most beautiful thing I've ever seen! And he's got the most delightful little bum imaginable! I'm going to fuck him senseless! "Sit down," I say quietly. He gets down on the grass. Wow! He is stunning! I can't wait to get my cock into him. I kneel down next to him and run my hands up his legs and over his cock. Fuck! He's a smooth as silk! Gorgeous! BILLY I get a bad feeling as soon as he touches me. He's rough, nothing like John and George. "Take is easy, man!" I say, grinning at him. Suddenly he grabs my ankles and flips me onto my tummy. Oh shit! I always knew this could happen! Fuck! What am I going to do? I struggle to get away from him, but he's far too big and strong. "Please don't stick it up me!" I say, pleading with him not to do it. He's not listening. I clamp my bumcheeks as tight as I can. He smacks me hard and pulls them apart. "No man! Please!" I sob. "Time you found out what sex with men is really about, Billy," he says. He's down on top of me. I can feel his cock pressing against my bumhole. It hurts; it hurts bad. Suddenly there's a stabbing, searing pain as his cock goes through my ring; feels like he stuck a red hot poker up there. I cry out; I just can't help it. "Please take it out!" I beg. He's still not listening, his hand covering my mouth to stifle the sound. He pushes in deeper. I scream in pain. He grabs my briefs and stuffs them in my mouth. "Quiet, kid! This won't take long!" he growls. He's cock's right inside me now, his pubic hair pressed tight against my bum. He pulls back then slams it in again. Moments later he's fucking me like there's no tomorrow. I always knew it would hurt, but this is the worst pain possible, worse than my worst nightmare. I don't even try to stop myself crying, tears streaming down my face. Why did I have to go and buy those trainers? If I hadn't been so impatient, this would never have happened. His hot breath fills my nostrils, making me feel sick and giddy. I just want it to be over. His breathing gets hard and raspy. I feel his cock jerking violently deep inside my bum as his spunk floods into me. Next thing, he's stopped moving; he's just lying on top of me, gasping like an old steam engine. Finally, he pulls it out. Even that hurts; my bum feels like it's on fire. Really messy too, he must have cum loads. PAUL Wow! Oh, wow! That was just the most awesome experience of my entire life! Nothing can possibly feel as good as that did. Even in my wildest fantasies I never dreamed it would be that good. Seems like Billy was a first-timer; same as me, in a way. Well, he's found out what it's all about now! Fuck! That was unbelievable. I always cum quite a bit, but nothing like that; I must have shot gallons! Billy's still lying there sobbing. I guess it must have been quite painful for him; he'll get over it. I can't take him back to town like that, it's too risky. He might not want to go with me anyway. "I've put your money in your cut-offs, I tell him. I've given you thirty, okay?" He doesn't respond. I do up my jeans and head back towards the car. 0 o 0 o 0 o 0 IAN What a summer holiday it's been! The weather's been amazing, hot and sunny just about every day. It's nearly over now though; we'll be back at school next Wednesday. So we're just having a kick about on the car-park over the road from my house. A black coupe and a red hatchback are parked at the far end; apart from that it's just us. Us? That's me and Mark. We're twelve and we've been mates for as long as I can remember. We do everything together; that includes playing on the same local soccer team, Pegasus. We both love soccer. I play left back, Mark plays central midfield. He's a fraction taller than me, maybe about five feet three, but a lot bigger. I weigh around eighty five pounds; he's about a hundred and ten. Not fat though, it's just muscle. He's the fittest kid I know; all the girls at school want to go out with him. He's an awesome soccer player, much better than I am. Suddenly I hear someone cry out from somewhere in the woods; the voice sounds sort of young. Instinctively I pick the ball up and stop to listen. A few seconds later there's a scream. I think it's the same voice, but I can't be sure. I look at Mark; he shrugs. The noise stops and we get back to our kick about. Something's not right though. That wasn't a play-acting scream; it was a real one, I'm sure it was. It's about ten minutes later when I spot a guy coming out of the woods. He gets into the red hatchback and drives off. Something tells me that he's got something to do with the screaming we heard. I don't know how I know that, I just do. It's several minutes after that when he appears, a boy about our age, I'd guess. He seems to be having trouble walking. I kick the ball to Mark and trot towards him. As I get close I can see he's been crying. "What's happened?" I ask. "He did it to me!" the boy sobs. "Did what? Who? The guy in the red car?" "Yeah," he nods, still sobbing. So it was him, I just knew it! But what did he do? I'm just about to ask again when the penny drops. I can feel the colour drain out of my face. The guy bummed him. He's too embarrassed to say it. I would be too. It's no wonder he's sobbing. "What's happening?" Mark asks, having trotted across to us. "A guy attacked him in the woods; the guy who drove out in the red hatchback a few minutes ago. We'll have to take him to my house; mum's in, she'll know what to do." Mark looks rather taken aback, but he's not arguing. He's a bit like that; really quiet, keeps himself to himself quite a lot. It's not that he doesn't care; he just doesn't like getting involved. He might be the boss when it comes to playing soccer; in situations like this it's me that takes charge, it always has been. "It's only just across the road," I say, turning back to the boy. "What's your name?" "Billy." "Come on, Billy! You'll be okay." We help him across to my house. "See you tomorrow," Mark says quietly and leaves us to it. I take Billy inside. We find mum in the kitchen. "What's happened? She asks. "Mum, this is Billy. A man attacked him in the woods. You know what I mean? Attacked? He seems to be hurt pretty bad; he can't walk properly." Mum pauses. "Oh my God!" she says quietly. "Ian, get a big towel from the airing cupboard and put it on the sofa." I run upstairs, grab the towel and fly back down again. I cover the sofa and we get Billy sitting down. "Now can you try telling us what happened?" Mum says gently. "Take your time." "This man said he'd give me some money to go in the woods with him," Billy sobs. "So I did. When we got there he . he . he stuck it up me!" He pauses for a few seconds. "So now you know. I'm a dirty little rent boy and you won't want anything to do with me!" He bursts into floods of tears, crying uncontrollably. Mum puts her arm round him. "It's okay," she whispers. "Just let it out. You're safe now; we'll look after you." "I was only doing it `cause mum got drunk and spent all her money and we've got nothing to eat!" he tells us in between sobs. I can hardly believe it. How can people do stuff like that? "Where do you live, Billy?" I ask. "The Fengate." Shit! That's the roughest place in the town, full of drug addicts and criminals. I wouldn't dare to go there; I can't even imagine what living there must be like. We're not rich, but I'm glad I don't have to live like that; it must be terrible. "He'll have to go to hospital," mum says. "He'll have to be checked over. He may need stitches at the very least. Stay with him; I'm going to call an ambulance." I sit down next to Billy and put my arm round him. I feel so sorry for this kid; I can't get my head round what his life must be like. Mum reappears. "The ambulance is on its way," she says. "I suggest you go in the ambulance with Billy, if they'll let you. I'll follow in the car. I'll phone dad and let him know what's happened." "I won't have to talk to the coppers, will I?" Billy asks apprehensively. "I'm afraid you will," Mum tells him quietly. "This man needs to be caught. I know it's difficult. You'll just have to be brave." "I won't tell them about my other punters!" he says defiantly. "They've never hurt me!" "That's okay; there's no reason why you should." Mum says reassuringly. "You're the victim here. I'll be there at the hospital if the police start asking stuff they shouldn't." 0 o 0 o 0 o 0 IAN Billy does need stitches and they're going to keep him in hospital for a couple of days. They've just got him settled when the police show up, a detective sergeant and a woman constable in uniform. We tell them as much as we can about what happened. "Right, Billy, so how long have you been working?" the detective sergeant asks. I can see the hackles rise on mum's back, like a cat about to attack a mouse. "Few weeks," he says. "Not long." "And what other men have you been with, can you tell me?" "Just a minute, seargeant!" mum snaps. "Billy's the victim here. Who he may or may not have been with is nothing to do with what happened today. You're on a fishing expedition and you can stop it right now!" "I was just trying to get some background," the policeman responds, clearly put off by mum's verbal assault. I grin at Billy; I've seen mum do this before. "Well it was irrelevant! You know it and so do I," mum tells him firmly. "You may not know who I am, sergeant. I'm Glenys Parker, deputy head of Alder Park High School. I'm also a justice of the peace. Now Billy told us that he was out working as you call it because his mum got drunk and spent all her money and they had nothing to eat. Unless you've any more relevant questions to ask, I suggest you get that checked out straight away." "Is that right, Billy?" he asks. "Yeah," Billy confirms. The policeman disappears along the corridor, taking the woman constable with him. 0 o 0 o 0 o 0 IAN Lying in bed, I can't get my mind off what happened this afternoon. I'm struggling to get my head round it, all the different thoughts, different emotions, horrified at what happened to him, shocked by what he'd been doing, not disgusted or anything, just surprised I guess. I feel so sad for him having to live like that; I just want to put my arm round him and give him a big hug. It's really weird; I've only just met the kid, I hardly know anything about him, but I feel like I've known him for years. To my horror I realise I've got a hard-on and I've been playing with it without even realising I was doing it. Well, I might as well face up to it; I've known I was attracted to boys for months, Mark especially. No luck there, of course! Then this kid comes along out of nowhere and I've fallen head over heels for him. It's stupid, I know it's stupid, but I can't help it; it's just the way I feel. I've got this picture in my head; he's here in bed with me, we're kissing and hugging each other. Fuck! This is crazy; it just shouldn't be happening, but the picture just won't go away. Without even thinking about it I pull on my cock. Fuck! I've spunked in my shorts.