Date: Thu, 11 Jan 2007 19:42:13 +0000 From: Pink Panther Subject: 'July Through September' chapter 2 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. The story, which will run to approximately 25 chapters, is almost complete. I will be posting two chapters each week until it concludes, which should be 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. TWO BILLY She's done it again; that's my mum I'm talking about. Gone down the pub and spent all her money. She won't get any more for two days and we've got fuck all to eat. I'm fuckin' hungry now! It's not so bad when we're at school `cause I get free dinners, but we finished for the summer holidays last week. It's nearly seven in the evening and I've not had anything since I finished off the last of the Cornflakes about eleven o'clock this morning. I storm out of the flat, slamming the door behind me. I fuckin' hate this! I don't know why she does it. It's not like she drinks all the time; sometimes she'll go without for over a week. But when she's had a couple of drinks it's like she can't fuckin' stop. That's the part I hate most of all, what it does to her. When she's not drinking, she's brilliant, I love her to bits, but when she's had a few drinks she turns into a total cow. I know I shouldn't say that about my mum, but it's fuckin' true. So what am I going to do now? I've tried to get odd jobs to make a bit of money, but as soon as they know I live in these shitty flats nobody wants to fuckin' know. Yeah, well I've tried a bit of shoplifting too; waste of fuckin' time that was! Never got anything for the stuff I nicked; got caught a couple of times too. I just keep thinking about what Jimmy Davis told me at school a couple of weeks ago. Renting, round by the bus station, kids hanging out to get picked up by men for sex, that's what he said. Said he hadn't done it himself, it's his cousin Lee, who's seventeen. Jimmy said he's been doing it for a couple of years; a few weeks ago he asked Jimmy if he wanted to try it, but Jimmy said no. Lee told him it was right easy money; he didn't really have to do that much and always got at least twenty quid, a lot more sometimes. Well, I'm not gay, at least I don't think I am, but me and Jimmy have messed about together and I enjoyed that. I'm horny all the fuckin' time too, so if some guy wants to feel me up, suck my dick then I give him a wank, I reckon I can handle that. I'm as nervous as fuck, but I guess I might as well give it a go. Living in the Fengate I can walk there in five minutes. I check the pocket of my jeans; three ciggies left. Fuck! I wish I never started smoking! I light up and start walking. A few minutes later I'm there. Bridge Street, opposite where the buses come out of the bus station, there's a gay pub called The Turks Head, and round the corner on Mansfield Street, that's where it happens. That's what Jimmy said anyway. I check the place out; a couple of guys are just coming out of The Turks Head; they don't even look at me. I turn the corner; Mansfield Street is all but deserted. Fuck! Maybe Jimmy was winding me up. I fuckin' hope not! I walk right round the bus station; no sign of anyone taking an interest in me, no other kids hanging out either. Shit! I'm getting more nervous by the fuckin' second. Then I spot him, just as I get back to Mansfield Street, a kid standing by the wall of the bus station. I'd guess he'd be sixteen or so. Maybe it's Lee, Jimmy's cousin. I walk slowly towards him. He's around five foot nine and slim, nice looking kid. I wonder if that's what he's waiting for. As I walk past he jerks his head, telling me to go and talk to him. Very nervously I go and stand next to him. "You looking for a punter?" he asks quietly. "Yeah, I guess." "Not seen you before; this your first time?" "Yeah." "So what's your name?" "Billy." "Cool; I'm Rico. How old are you?" "Fourteen." "Right; thought you were younger than that; I'd have said thirteen tops." "That's what most people say. So how old are you?" "Sixteen." "You do this a lot?" "Pretty much; been on it for a couple of years. Easy money, init?" "I'm only doing it `cause mum went and spent all her money down the pub and we've got nothing to eat. I'm fuckin' starving!" He looks at me suspiciously. "You going to be okay with it? I mean if the guy wants to start feeling you up you won't freak out or nothing?" "No, I'll be okay; get horny all the time, man!" "Cool. You should do all right; a few of the punters round here are really into young kids like you. I remember when I was your age! So how d'you find out about, you know, coming down here?" "Mate at school told me; said his cousin does it." "Yeah, what his name, this cousin who comes round here?" "Lee. D'you know him?" "Yeah. Usually just comes round weekends and that. Don't know him that well; never had much to do with him to be honest." "Oh!" He looks round suspiciously. "Just keeping an eye out for the coppers," he tells me. "They come round giving us grief sometimes; don't think they will tonight, it's too quiet." He's right; it is very quiet. Somehow, I'd expected it to be busier than this. We lean back against the wall, not saying much. Several minutes pass. A black car draws up to the kerb right opposite us. Rico grins at me. "You're in luck; it's Mondeo John. He loves kids your age; he's cool; I've been with him loads of times." This is it! I guess I'm supposed to stroll across to the car and get in, but I'm so nervous I just stand there rooted to the spot. Rico nudges me. "I'll go and have a word!" He saunters across to the car and chats to the driver. A few seconds later he gestures for me to join them. I walk towards the car almost like a robot; I can't believe how nervous I am. Rico opens the passenger door and ushers me to get in. I sit down next to the driver. Rico shuts the door behind me. "Relax, kid," he tells me. "You'll be fine!" The car moves away. I look across. Mondeo John is around forty, fairly tall, medium build, dark curly hair just starting to go grey. He certainly doesn't look like a dirty old man. Rico said he was cool, and he seems okay. The guy looks down at me. "So you're Billy then?" "Yeah." "Rico says it's your first time." "Yeah." "You're bound to be nervous; don't worry about it." "Thanks. I'm only here `cause I'll starve to death if I don't get some money." "Yeah?" "Mum spent all her money down the pub; she won't have any for two days and we've got nothing to eat. I haven't had anything since eleven o'clock this morning." "Oh!" he says, patting my leg. "Well, we'll have to do something about that, won't we?" We slip back into silence as the car heads out towards one of the nicer parts of town. Just about anywhere's nicer than where we live. He seems friendly enough; don't know what he meant by what he just said though. Maybe he'll take me to McDonalds! That would be wicked! I guess I'll have to wait and see. The car turns off onto a side road. After a few more turns we come to a halt outside a small block of flats. "Okay!" he says, smiling at me. "This is it." We get out of the car. I follow him into the building and up a flight of stairs. These flats are way nicer than the ones we live in. He unlocks a door and we head into the living room. "Right, young man!" he says. "Time for you to have a quick shower." He hands me a big fluffy towel and points me in the direction of the bathroom. It wasn't what I was expecting, but I'm not complaining. "When you've finished, just put your underpants on and come back in here, okay?" he says gently. I nod, make my way into the bathroom and lock the door. The shower is great; I guess I needed it too, we haven't got one at home. Five minutes later I'm making my way back into the living room. He's not there. "Kitchen!" he booms. I follow the voice. As I enter, he takes a big plate of fries from the microwave and a couple of burgers from this grill thing. My eyes light up. Fuck! This is what he meant! He points to a stool at the breakfast bar. I sit down; he puts the plate in front of me. "Need anything else?" he asks. "Got any tomato ketchup?" He takes a bottle from the cupboard and puts it down in front of me. "How about a drink? Is coke all right?" "Yeah, thanks." He pours me a big glass and puts that on the bar too. Fuck! I really need this! This guy is a lifesaver! As I start eating he goes back into the living room and leaves me to it; he doesn't seem in any hurry for me to finish. After ten minutes or so I've cleaned the plate and emptied the glass. That's better! I wander back into the living room. He's sitting on the sofa. He doesn't have to ask; I plop down next to him. He puts his arm round my shoulder. I suddenly realise I'm not nervous any more. "Thanks for doing that for me, man! I really needed it." He smiles down at me. "Well, I couldn't expect you to perform on an empty stomach, could I? He's still not in any hurry; I like that. "Why did Rico call you Mondeo John?" I ask. "Well, I guess because my name's John and I always drive a Ford Mondeo. This is the fifth one I've had." "Oh." He starts gently stroking my leg just below my briefs. Wow! In less than ten seconds my dick's gone rock hard. "You are very, very cute!" he whispers. "Rico says you're fourteen. I'd have said twelve or thirteen." "Yeah, everybody says that. Small for my age, always have been." "Well I think you're gorgeous! Can you cum yet?" "No." "You are a late bloomer! Don't worry about it; I love you just the way you are." We sit there with John's arm round my shoulder and his fingers stroking my leg for several more minutes. It feels really relaxed; nothing like I'd expected. We don't talk, it's like we don't need to. At last John does speak. "Are you ready then?" he asks. I nod; he leads me through to his bedroom. I watch as he gets undressed. For a guy of his age he's kept himself in pretty good shape; he's not fat at all. Finally he's down to his boxer shorts. He sits on the bed and motions for me to stand in front of him. As soon as I'm there he's running his hands up and down between my legs and all over my bum. My dick's harder than ever! After what seems like ages he slips his fingers into the top of my underpants and gently slides them down. "Beautiful little cock!" he breathes. "Wow! That is gorgeous!" He leans forward and takes it into his mouth. Some of the boys at school are always going on about BJ's and how fantastic they are. They're not wrong; this is the most amazing feeling ever! My dick's tingling like crazy. He lets it slip out of his mouth and smiles up at me. "Beautiful!" he whispers. "Let's get on the bed!" He slips off his boxers and lies back on the bed. I lie down next to him, wondering what happens next. He starts stroking me again, all over my chest and tummy. He guides my hand and puts it on his dick. It's a lot bigger than mine, of course, but it's not really big, maybe five and a half inches, and the skin's rolled right back so all the head sticks out, big balls and lots of hair. I wrap my hand round it. It's hard, hot and throbbing. "Wow!" he whispers. "That's wicked! You've got a beautiful touch! And you're so smooth! Your skin's like satin! Beautiful!" He gently turns me onto my side facing him, running his hands all down my back and over my bum. A finger runs along my crack. "Beautiful little bum! I'd love to fuck you!" "No way, man!" I say, grinning at him. "I'm not up for that!" "Cool! But if you ever change your mind, I always pay at least fifty for a fuck, a lot more if it's your first time." "Are you going to suck my cock again?" I ask, changing the subject back to something I do like. "Did you like that?" "Yeah, man!" He scoots down, settling his head on my tummy, and takes it into his mouth again. He's got his hand between my legs, gently playing with my balls and running his finger over the skin just behind them. Fuck! This is even better than the first time! I lie back, revelling in the amazing feeling he's giving me. I can't reach his dick any more; without even thinking about it I put my hand on his head, urging him to go faster. Suddenly it changes. I can't breathe; all my muscles have gone into knots. I start to shake like I'm having a fit. My dick feels like it's going to explode. "Uhhhh! Nnng!" I gasp. "I'm going to pee!" He just sucks me even harder. Suddenly my dick's jumping about like a jack-in-the-box. Fuck! I've never felt anything like it! Then it stops; I'm gasping for breath. My dick feels like it's on fire; I push him off it. "Wow!" he whispers. "That was fantastic! You had a dry cum! I think it won't be long before you have a proper one! So that was what it was! I've played with my dick loads of times; I've just never taken it that far. Fuck! That was unbelievable! "You enjoyed that, then?" he asks. I nod. "Okay! Wank me off now!" He lies back down. I kneel on the bed facing him so he can stroke my legs and play with my balls. I hold it just below the head and set to work. "Ohhh! That's wonderful!" he whispers. "Just keep that going; it won't be long!" I do as he says. A minute later he's licking his lips and gasping like an old steam engine. His cock comes to life in my hand. My eyes almost fall out; he cums all over the place! Fuckin' loads of it, all over his face and his chest; one shot goes right over him and hits the headboard! Fuck! I never thought he'd cum that much! Shit! If I let him fuck me I'd get all that lot up my bum! I let him go and get off the bed. I've done what he brought me here for; I need to be getting home. I slip my underpants back on then pad across to the bathroom to retrieve the rest of my clothes. When I get back, he's almost dressed. "Thanks, Billy" he says, smiling at me. "That was wonderful; the best hand-job I've had for years!" He passes me a twenty pound note. "Would you like to come here again?" I shrug. "If you want; you can't fuck me though" "Yeah, that's cool. How about Friday?" I shrug. "Okay." "D'you know where Blockbusters is on Broad Street?" "Yeah." "Be outside there, eight o'clock, okay?" "Yeah." He pulls out another five pound note. "I want you to promise me something," he says, looking at me very seriously. "In the morning, go to the shops, get some food in, proper food, cereals, bread, milk, apples, you know; maybe even something you can cook. Promise?" "Yeah, no problem!" He hands me the fiver; I stuff into the pocket of my jeans. "You're a good kid!" he says, putting his arm round my shoulder. It's time to go. Two minutes later we're in the car heading back to town.