Date: Sat, 04 Dec 1999 17:27:35 PST From: The Platypus Subject: wrong shaped balls part2 Proper shaped balls II. (b/b mast, M/b NS) Thanks to all those who wrote praising part one - you're all wonderful, and have such good taste! ;o) This one's for you. Sorry this one's taken so long to arrive, but I got kind of side tracked in the middle when the story went, well, read on and you'll find out! Disclaimers: This story contains descriptions of a fully consenting sexual relationship between young boys, and/or a young boy and an adult male. As ever, the characters in this story are not real, the subject may offend, and you should not read this if you are below the legal age for such material wherever you are in the world. No attempt is made to recreate accents here - I'll leave that up to you guys! Any rugby teams featured bear no resemblance to genuine teams or their performance, except maybe what I'd wish would happen - this is FICTION unfortunately!! As ever, I'd welcome any constructive criticism, or better yet encouragement! :o) Flames, on the other hand are a waste of resources, so please don't send 'em to me Enjoy The Platypus ================ Proper shaped balls part two: a forward kind of boy? Pete found that occasionally, during the evening, his mind kept returning to that afternoon's events. He found himself looking forward to Sunday's practice even more than last weeks, the first of the new season. It wasn't just that Chaz was cute, and he was definitely that, how he wished he'd had the nerve to touch his beautiful feet...but no, that would have been wrong. Anything that happened he'd have to make sure Chaz wanted it to happen. No matter how much Pete wished otherwise. But did he really want to take it further? Why not be content, as he always, had with being able to just look at them? Yes, he'd have to do that, Pete decided. Saturday morning flew by until match time. The first fixture of the new season was a home match, and they actually had a pleasant, sunny morning. Now that was unheard of, and just had to be a good sign! Witney's pack had a distinct weight advantage, and made it tell in the first half, taking a twenty point to nil lead into the break, though their kicker was substituted off with a slight injury leaving the kicking to Pete for the second half. The opposition rallied slightly at the start of the second half, with a soft try being conceded when their scrum half broke away with good support that Pete couldn't do much about. That was enough to galvanise Witney again though, and Pete put another try and two penalties over in the next fifteen minutes. The game quieted, with play shifting up and down the park with no real advantage to either side until the final minute. Witney took the ball on their own twenty-two and launched a flowing back move with Pete touching down between the posts for the final score that he converted to finish the game. The small crowd went fairly wild, Witney's best game in a couple of seasons, the team couldn't ask for a better start to the season! As the players left the field, a small hand grabbed Pete's jersey, and heard an unmistakable voice. "Bloody brilliant! Two tries and man are you good with that boot!" Chaz was grinning almost from ear to ear as he beamed up at Pete. "Wish I could kick like that!" "Hey Chaz! Wasn't bad, was it?!" Pete grinned back. He looked round but couldn't see Pete's folks around. "Your folks not here?" "Nah, mum's stuck at home. The cooker stopped working this morning, and she's waiting for a repair man, and doing more painting." Chaz seemed a little deflated, but rapidly shook it off. "Look, I've got to go shower, I'll see you here tomorrow for practice, ten sharp, okay kiddo!." Chaz started to wander off, waving 'bye. Pete thought for a second, "Chaz, tell your mum, if she'd like to, you're both welcome to come over for dinner, say about seven, save her struggling with the cooker." "Cool, thanks Pete, I'll tell her, and 'phone you later, okay!" Chaz cycled off. Later that afternoon, Pete was thinking hard about why he'd made the offer. Was he just being neighbourly? He really wasn't at all sure. The more he saw of Chaz, the more he wanted to get to know him better, but that unnerved him. Meanwhile, over in their house, Chaz was lying on his bed, thinking. He'd 'phoned Pete a few hours earlier, after his mum agreed to go for dinner. In fact, she seemed to be looking forward to it. He was glad. She seemed to be doing better now they'd moved here, more cheerful again. He knew she missed his dad as much as he did, but now she seemed to have moved on a bit. The new house was turning out okay, though he didn't much like the smell of all this painting! He looked round his new room, which he'd now just about got comfortable. His stuff was all pretty much where he wanted it, though he wanted some new posters and stuff for the plain white walls. Yeah, all in all, it was pretty good here in Witney. Most of the guys at school seemed to be all right, and he reckoned he could probably escape the attentions of the two clowns without too much trouble. He was making a few friends in his class, though he was missing his mates back in Brisbane, especially Geoff, he thought, smiling at the memories. Geoff was only three months older than him, and had lived almost exactly behind Chaz's house, and their back yards had run into each other. The boys had first become friends about age three, when Chaz's parents had moved in. The two boys grew up together almost sharing each others houses, and doing practically everything they could together. They'd learnt to ride bikes, played rugby, built tree houses, occasionally fought, learnt to swim, and a couple of years ago, had started to share new discoveries too. It was a warm autumn day back when Chaz was nine, and the boys were in his room playing computer games. Chaz lost four times in a row, and Geoff dared him to risk a forfeit if he lost the next game too. Chaz did, just, and Geoff dared him to strip, go out to the pool, swim a length and come back. Chaz was reluctant at first, but he finally relented and slowly started to shed his clothes. As he did so, with Geoff watching, he began to get a strange fluttering feeling, not really nervousness, and not embarrassment, after all the boys had been nude together when they were younger, and when they showered after sports. It was a kind of happily shy and slightly, well, almost excited feeling. When he dropped his shorts to the floor, Chaz felt his cock start to swell slightly, and quickly turned away from Geoff, shucked his boxers, and climbed out of his window into the back garden. He paused just outside the window, "Grab us a towel from the bathroom, mum'll kill me if I drip water everywhere." He was pleased to see a slightly surprised look on Geoff's face. Chaz scampered across to the pool, the sun feeling beautifully warm on his unclothed body, and dived into the cool pool. It'd been many years since Chaz had last swum nude, and he'd forgotten just how free it felt. He swam back, and slipped back in through the window, to find Geoff standing there, smiling holding the towel for him. Chaz took it, and swiftly dried himself off, not realising quite how much Geoff was watching him. Suddenly his mum called from the hallway "Chaz!" He froze, then quickly wrapped the towel round himself. "Yeah, mum?" he called back, praying hard she wouldn't come in and find him naked with his friend. "We've got to go out to grab some stuff from the shops, you guys going to be okay here while we're gone?" "Sure, we'll be fine!" "Okay, see you in a couple of hours boys." The boy's heard the car start and Chaz sighed with relief, and Geoff was just starting to let loose the giggles he'd been struggling to hold in watching Chaz panic. Suddenly Chaz's dad called out "see you later guys, but please stay out of the pool 'til we're back!" he chuckled a little and the front door closed. Chaz went beet red from the neck up to the roots of his hair, and almost died of embarrassment. Had his dad just seen or heard him swimming, or had he been seen out in the yard with nothing on. The sight of that did for Geoff, and he collapsed on the bed laughingly hysterically. "You reckon it's funny?" Chaz asked, but Geoff just couldn't reply, he was laughing too much. "D'you think they saw me?" he asked in a panicked tone. "It's your fault you know!" Geoff was in no state to say anything about that though; he was still rolling around on Chaz's bed. That did it for Chaz, "I said it's your damn fault anyway!" he yelled, and leapt at Geoff, yanking his shirt up round his neck, while trying to pin him down to the bed and tickle him. Geoff had regained his faculties enough to put up some resistance, he curled up into a ball, and the boys began to wrestle round on the bed. Chaz though hadn't given any thought to the fact that he was only wearing a towel, which started to slip off as the boys wrestled around on the bed. When Geoff realised this, he dissolved into giggles once more, leaving him squirming almost helpless as Chaz straddled his waist with his nude body. "What're you laughing at" Chaz asked, blushing slightly, but somehow feeling quite bold "this?" pointing to his dick that had become stiff as the boys wrestled together. "Bet it's bigger than yours!" he added, chuckling. When Geoff didn't answer, he was still giggling helplessly, Chaz, with a sly smile, started to unbutton Geoff's cut-offs. Geoff's giggles quieted, and he lay back looking up at Chaz with no protest as he continued to unfasten the shorts. Chaz paused, suddenly unsure if he should go any further. "No it isn't!" Geoff grinned back and lifted up his hips allowing Chaz to slide his shorts down past his knees, as he slipped his T-shirt off his from round his neck. Chaz moved to Geoff's side and looked down at his smooth lightly tanned chest, with a pair of soft looking pink nipples, and a deep 'innie' belly button. Then his gaze travelled further down to the tent in Geoff's white briefs. Chaz had to admit it did look fairly big, but maybe not that much bigger than his did. Geoff reached down and slipped fingers under the waistband of his briefs, lifting it out over his stiff pole, then pushed them down to join his shorts round his knees, before he kicked them off onto the floor. Now they were both naked, the boys seemed a little at a loss as to what to do next, as they lay next to each other on the bed, each propped on one elbow, and gazed at each others bodies, or at least their genitals mostly. "See," said Geoff, breaking the silence as he proudly stroked his slender three and a half inches of stiff boymeat "told you it was bigger than yours." Chaz looked down at his own short, thick hard rod "Not by much, and anyway, mine's much thicker than yours." "Yeah, true. Mine's still bigger'n yours though!" Geoff paused, "Does yours ever, um, feel kinda funny if you rub it?" he asked. "What do you mean?" asked Chaz, though he thought he might know, 'cos his dick had tingled almost like lightning going off in it when it had brushed against Geoff while they'd wrestled just then. He'd never felt anything like that before, and the only time he'd ever touched it was to pee and he'd never rubbed it then, but it'd felt especially strong when it'd touched Geoff's bare skin. Now it was Geoff's turn to look slightly embarrassed. "Well, a couple of months ago dad decided he needed to have 'a talk' with me. He explained about makin' babies and stuff" both boys made faces, and giggled a little at the horrid thought of doing stuff with, eugh, a girl, bleugh. "And he said how it was natural to want to touch yourself and make your dick feel good. Masturbatin' he called it" Geoff continued, gently stroking his foreskin back and forth over his knob head, while Chaz listened, riveted by this new knowledge. "So anyway, I figured I'd try it out, and I was in the shower later and started to stroke it like I am now. Then I realised why people want to do it. I mean it feels great. Try it." Geoff practically gushed the information out. Chaz had already beaten him to it [excuse the poor pun, dear reader] and begun to stroke his hand up and down the length of his boyhood. Although the skin over his head wasn't moving very much compared to Geoff's, he felt electric tingles shooting out all over his body from his groin. "Oh wow!" he gasped "This is just great." Geoff wasn't really in much of a state to hear though as he rapidly stroked his shaft, his arousal building along with the speed of his tossing, until he achieved a hugely powerful dry orgasm. Chaz stopped his stroking and watched his friend in some anxiety, worrying that Geoff was having some kind of fit as he lay moaning and shuddering on the bed. His head tossed from side to side and his toes alternately clenched and splayed as though with a mind of their own. Finally, he collapsed back on the bed, his skin glowing with a sheen of sweat, too wrung out to do anything. "You okay Geoff... Geoff... are you alright?" It took a few minutes for Geoff to return to earth, and he realised that had been the best ever feeling he'd had "'m okay" he groaned. Chaz stooped shaking his shoulder, and Geoff sat up. "What happened?" "Oh man," Geoff panted, still not fully recovered "that was the best ever! I had an orgasm. That's what tossing off is all about. It's just the greatest thing you ever felt, ever." he continued, grinning foolishly. Chaz hesitantly resumed stroking his still fairly hard dick in a slow gentle rhythm, somehow not sure if he wanted to, though the good tingly feeling soon came back, and his cock swelled 'til it felt larger than it ever had. Geoff watched his best friend's action, and realised that he was kind of afraid of what might happen. "It really is the best feeling in the world Chaz, you'll enjoy it." "Yeah, it feels great" Chaz replied, though as far as Geoff could see he was no where near orgasm by the look of things. "An orgasm feels a million times better than just rubbing it" Geoff said, realising the best way of proving it to Chaz would be to get him there. Geoff felt his cock start to swell again slightly as he made his decision. "Chaz, trust me" he said softly, placing one hand on his best friends shoulder "let me make you feel good", and he reached over, pulled Chaz's hand from his cock, and for the first time took a gentle but firm grip on another boys erection. Both boys gasped at the first contact, and Chaz's cock throbbed, becoming even harder than before. It felt like the southern lights were running back and forth across Chaz's brain as waves of pleasure flooded from the gentle but firm touch of Geoff's hand. Meanwhile Geoff was marvelling at the feel of the silky yet firm rod of hot flesh in his hand. As he started a lascivious rhythm on Chaz's boyhood, he realised he'd have to adapt his usual technique to deal with the differences between their two erections. Chaz's foreskin moved far less than his did, and he loosened his grip slightly. Chaz was nowhere near so coherent, and as Geoff continued his ministrations, he suddenly felt what seemed like fireworks going off in the tip of his dick while his body twitched before he collapsed back on to the bed exhausted. "Chaz... Chaz, are you okay?" Chaz snapped back to the present as he realised that his mum was calling. "Can you give me a hand with this table please? Then we can get ready to go." "Sure, be right down mum!" Chaz sat up, moving his semi-hard cock to a more comfortable position. He often got hard when he thought about Geoff, especially since they'd moved here. Still, he couldn't do anything about it now, and he hurried downstairs. Later that evening, Chaz's his mum drove round to Pete's house following Chaz's directions. She seemed quite impressed by how nice the house was, and Chaz realised that it was quite a bit bigger than he'd thought. Pete answered the door looking fairly smart in a shirt and jeans. "Ah, Mrs Winston, do come in" he greeted them "but wait, who's the smart young gentleman with you Kathy? Good grief, can it be Chaz?" he chuckled. Chaz, standing there in the shirt and tie he'd spent a while picking out as he somehow worried about wanting to look his best, blushed slightly then put on his broadest outback tones "G'day Pete, smells like a bonza feast you're charring there!" he grinned! Both adults laughed as they went into the house, with Pete showing them though to a sitting room. "I guess I asked for that, didn't I kiddo?" Pete smiled as he ruffled Chaz's hair before getting drinks for his guests and making a quick check on the food. When he returned Chaz was looking at an intricate wooden chess set while his mother studied one of the tables. They chatted for a few minutes before going through to the dining room. "Wow, cool table!" Chaz exclaimed when he saw the large round table with inlays of a huge range of woods "it looks like that one of King Arthur's." "You have some very nice furniture here Pete" Kathy added. Pete actually blushed a little. "Yeah, well these are some of my show pieces, so I pick 'em to look good. That way more people will buy my stuff. In fact this house feels more like a showroom at times." "What, you mean you made the table?" Chaz asked. "Yeah, that and most of the big or fancy showy stuff round here. Not all of it's my taste, but I need to make sure people can see what I can do when they come to commission some furniture or sculpture." "I hate woodwork at school, but this stuff's cool!" "Well enough about me," said Pete, looking slightly embarrassed "the foods getting cold." With that, they started on the meal as he poured a glass of wine for himself and Kathy. Pete paused, unsure if he should offer Chaz any, and got a smile from Kathy. "I guess half a glass won't do him any harm." Chaz smiled at her, but soon found himself blushing furiously as his mum continued in her best 'isn't he such a cutesie baby' type voice [yes, you all know the one I mean even if the description stinks!] "after all, he's getting to be such a big boy these days." "MOM!" Chaz moaned, his ears burning, while Pete grinned, then winked at him as if to say 'mothers, huh!' Once they'd finished eating, they sat round chatting feeling just a little stuffed, though Chaz, who'd had three helpings of the chocolate cake seemed less drowsy than the adults. In an effort to stop him becoming bored Pete asked "Do you play chess Chaz, only I noticed you looking at the set earlier?" Suddenly Chaz seemed to deflate, and the room went rather quiet. Pete could feel Kathy tense a little in her chair. After a few seconds, Chaz spoke in a very small voice that seemed to be shaking. "No...I used to, but I haven't played for a couple of years." "Are you okay Chaz?" Kathy asked as she took her sons hand, her voice showing just how concerned she was. Pete was puzzled, and totally lost as to what to do. "I'm sorry Chaz, I didn't mean to upset you." After a few awkward minutes of silence, Chaz spoke again staring at the floor "Dad and I used to play a lot, until..." his voice tailed off again. His mum went to comfort him but he gently shook her of and took a deep breath, then looked up with tears running down his face "until he died." Then the floodgates broke, and Chaz buried his head in his mums shoulder, sobbing. Pete sat feeling ashamed, awkward, embarrassed, and guilty for what had happened, and blinking back tears of his own, got up and left them alone. As he stood in the garden, staring at sky Pete tried to sift through his emotions and make sense of just what was going on in his head. He wanted to go in hug Chaz close and make all the hurt go away, but it was something more than that, as he worried about quite where that train of though would end, Chaz came looking for him. Chaz was cross with himself as he fought his way through his tears. He surprised himself that he wasn't angry at crying, but that it had seemed like Pete's fault. After all, he didn't know what had happened. Chaz collected himself, and reassured his mum that he was fine, but he want to leave yet. He decided he must go and talk to Pete, and explain things. Kathy looked with more than a hint of pride as Chaz got up to look for Pete. Chaz appeared in the doorway, "Pete, are you out here?" When he saw him, he came out and continued before Pete had a chance to say anything. "Pete, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to..." Pete didn't let him get any further. Turning to face the boy, he knelt down with tears in his eyes. "You don't have to apologise to me. I'm so sorry, I didn't know. I didn't mean to upset you. If I'd known..." "How could you have known? It's okay Pete." Chaz put his hand on Pete's shoulder. "It's just that I miss him, and at times, it hurts so much." "I know, and I really didn't want to hurt you. If I'd known, then I'd never have said anything. If I can help, you know where to find me." "Thanks." Chaz hugged Pete briefly, then continued. "Dad was a cop in Brisbane. He was the best, always tried to make time for me. Used to come to all my rugby games, but some thief murdered him as he went to a call about a bank robbery." Pete hugged him close as the tears fell again. "Thank you for telling me. I know that must have been hard for you. He sounds like the best dad." As he tried to comfort Chaz, he realised the boy was shivering. "Let's go inside." As they got up, Pete saw Kathy watching from the kitchen, smiling. ======= Well, that's it for part two. Hope you're not too disappointed by the lack of action between Pete and Chaz, but it will happen soon. Its just things took on a bit of a life of their own in there. I think I know where things are going to go in part three, though if you're lucky, later on I might do a little time travelling, and let you find out more of what Chaz and Geoff got up to as well. Hope you enjoyed it Platy.