RENAGADES & OUTLAWS

By Pink Panther

Just in case you need reminding, all the usual disclaimers apply. I’m sure you don’t.

Belated apologies for the delay in posting chapter 7; a technical glitch and the Christmas holidays held things up. I’m hoping to maintain a schedule of two chapters per week from here on in.

The boys are back at school and things are about to get a whole lot more interesting, for both Josh and Ryan, so read on and enjoy! More feedback is always welcome, of course. Please send your comments to archimedes294@hushmail.com and I’ll reply as soon as I can.

CHAPTER TEN

The warm, early September weather didn’t last. By the time they came to their second games class it had been raining on and off for two days. Although it was dry when they headed out onto the playing field, the sky was leaden, with a hint of rain still in the air.

The class followed the same pattern as the previous one, but in the damp, overcast conditions it was much more of a trial; Josh could hardly wait for it to be over. For some reason he also found it much more difficult to avoid the ball; twice it came straight to him. On one occasion he managed to kick it in vaguely the right direction; on the other he simply scuffed it, the ball rolling directly into the path of one of their opponents.

At last the final whistle sounded and they trudged from the field. Josh’s heart began to pound. Even he was quite dirty and he’d hardly done anything. Gary, Tommy and several of the others were absolutely filthy, having been to ground several times. They’d have to have a shower; it was inevitable.

They didn’t shower after their gym class, so that hadn’t been an issue. There’d been no problem after their swimming class either; he’d simply parked himself in the corner, turning to face the wall as he stripped out of his swimming shorts. He’d have liked to peek at some of the other boys, Gary in particular, but from where he was, it simply wasn’t possible. In the event, his penis had barely begun to stiffen before he put his briefs on.

But this would be different. They’d all be naked in the showers and the drying area. He wouldn’t be able to avoid seeing things, even if he tried not to. He wouldn’t be able to prevent the other boys seeing him either. They had hardly got back to the changing room when Mr. Johnson issued the order.

“Right boys!” he announced in stentorian tones that brooked absolutely no argument. “I warned you about this last week. You are all wet and muddy, so you do have to have a shower! There are towels there for any reprobates that have forgotten to bring one,” he added, indicating a basket containing some small, rough looking towels, “so I want no excuses! And well done to anyone who had the sense to bring some spare underwear. If you have to go back to class in wet underpants it might remind you to bring some next time!”

They began to strip off. Some, including James and Philip, seemed extremely reluctant; others could hardly get out of their kit fast enough.

“Come on boys!” Mr. Johnson barked. “This takes as long as it takes. You don’t leave here until you’ve had a proper shower and got yourself clean. The bell goes in ten minutes. Anyone who delays me from getting my lunch will regret it. It’ll be a mistake you won’t make twice; I can assure you of that!”

There was no escape, even the most self-conscious of them bowing to the inevitable. In no more than three minutes all twenty eight of them were either in the showers or out again and getting dry. Josh told himself not to look, but the temptation was simply too great. Gary and Tommy didn’t seem bothered in the least about being naked. They both had uncut cocks, bigger than either Ryan’s or Romano’s, with a small amount of hair sprouting above them. They were even more beautiful than Josh had expected.

Josh could no longer stop himself. He scanned the drying area. Asif’s cock was cut and slim like the rest of him, he observed, and had more hair above it than either Tommy’s or Gary’s. Jermaine Hartley, one of the black kids, wasn’t that tall, four feet eleven at most, but his cock looked huge and had lots of hair round it. By contrast, Jeffrey Smith, the biggest boy in the class and at least thirty pounds overweight, had a tiny penis; Josh thought it looked stupid. As sure as night follows day, he became fully erect. He tried to hide it with his towel, but he was aware that several boys must have seen him. He just hoped that it wouldn’t cause him a problem.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

“Did you see that that kid by the showers?” Tommy asked excitedly. “You know, the one you sit with.”

“Yeah!” Gary said, grinning broadly.

“Man! He was looking right at us!” Tommy hissed. “And he got a hard on! He’s gotta be gay; you said you thought he might be.”

“Yeah, reckon I was right about that,” Gary agreed.

“I bet he’d suck our cocks,” Tommy whispered.

“Maybe,” Gary conceded. “But you can’t very well just go an’ ask him; he might freak.”

“Bet he would though,” Tommy repeated.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

It was Friday morning break. Josh headed across the playground towards his next class. Out of nowhere he was accosted by a solidly built boy, accompanied by two smaller, scruffy-looking kids. He recognised the larger boy from his games class although he didn’t know his name; the other two he didn’t know at all.

“We want words with you!” the chunky boy snarled. “Saw yer in the showers yesterday, lookin’ at our dicks! You’re a fuckin’ queer!”

“What d’you want?” Josh responded nervously.

“Give us your money, gay-boy, or I’m gonna kick your ’ead in!” his assailant sneered. “An’ I’ve got my mates here to help me if I need ’em. Isn’t that right, lads?”

Josh began to panic. If he gave them his money he wouldn’t be able to have any lunch. Worse than that; they’d be back for more, every day probably. And if he told on them, people would find out why they were picking on him. All his worst fears were coming true.

Suddenly someone grabbed the boy from behind, spinning him round. It was Tommy, with Gary not far behind.

“You got a problem?” Tommy barked.

“We wuz just . . .” the lad whined,

“You fuckin’ will have!” Tommy interrupted angrily, jabbing his fingers into the boy’s midriff.

The boy’s two mates disappeared like rats up a drain. Gary muscled his way in, clearly intent on calming things down.

“Where have your mates gone, Kyle?” he asked. “They seem to have run off and left you. Now we’re being nice to you today,” he added, “just talkin’, yeah? But if we have to come back . . .”

He didn’t finish the sentence; he didn’t need to.

“Go near him again, Edwards,” Tommy growled, jerking his head towards Josh, “and you’re dead!”

“You’re very hard when you’re pickin’ on kids who don’t know how to fight, aren’t you Kyle?” Gary taunted. “Wanna fight with Tommy here? He’s ready, ain’t you, Tom?” He paused, giving Edwards the eyeball. “Now fuck off,” he ordered, “before I give you a smack.”

The boy slunk away, smarting visibly.

“Wanker!” Gary called after him.

Josh was in shock. Being set on by the chunky boy and his two mates had been unnerving experience, but what had happened next had been even more startling. While he was relieved that Tommy and Gary had intervened, he just couldn’t understand why they’d done it. He only knew Gary from sitting with him in maths and science; he didn’t really know Tommy at all. They sauntered over to him.

“You okay?” Gary asked.

“Yeah, thanks,” Josh said, his heart still racing.

“Did he try to get money off you?” Gary continued.

Josh nodded.

“You give him any?” Gary queried.

“No, you got there just in time,” Josh said quietly.

“He was doin’ that last year in juniors, weren’t he Tom?” Gary said. “Took some money off my cousin, Dean; he was only eight. Me an’ Tommy had to sort him out.”

Josh didn’t ask for details; he knew it wouldn’t have been pleasant.

“So who is he?” Josh asked.

“Kyle fuckin’ Edwards!” Tommy hissed, still seething. “I fuckin’ hate ’im!”

“Well thanks for rescuing me,” Josh said, starting to calm down. “I was getting really scared.”

“Don’t worry; he won’t come after you again,” Gary said, smiling. “He knows what he’ll get if he does. You’re sound, yeah? You shouldn’t have to put up with that shit.” He turned to Tommy. “Who were the two idiots he had with him?”

“Dunno,” Tommy said, shrugging.

“Must live over in the flats,” Gary said casually. “We’ll ask Peewee; he’ll know ’em. We’ll have to have a word. Don’t worry,” he continued, noting Josh’s look of alarm. “We’ll just warn ’em, like. I mean, hangin’ out with that arsehole could be bad for their health.”

“So what are you doin’ after school?” Tommy asked, smiling.

“Nothing much, why?” Josh responded, eyeing him suspiciously.

“Give it about five minutes then meet us by the corner of the science block, yeah?” Tommy suggested.

Josh didn’t answer; after his earlier scare he was still very jumpy.

“Don’t look so worried!” Gary said, smiling reassuringly. “We’re your mates; we’re not gonna hurt you!”

“Okay then,” Josh said nervously.

The bell sounded and they headed off to their history class. Josh was still worried about meeting Tommy and Gary after school, but what choice did he have? He’d just have to trust them, he told himself; they had rescued him after all. If they turned against him, his life would be a misery.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

Tommy strolled out to the school gate. As expected, Edwards was there, leaning against the fence.

“What you waiting for?” Tommy demanded.

“Waiting for my mates,” Edwards said.

“No you’re not,” Tommy ordered. “You’re goin’ home; now!”

“Why?” Edwards bleated.

“Cause I said so,” Tommy growled. “Wanna argue?”

Edwards decided against it. For the second time in a few hours he slunk off, Tommy watching him as he walked slowly towards the estate and disappeared around the corner. Tommy headed back into school, walking briskly towards the science block. Gary and Josh were already there.

“I was just gettin’ rid of Edwards,” he said, grinning. “He was waitin’ by the gate. I fucked him off; we don’t want him hangin’ around. Oh, don’t worry,” he added smiling at Josh. “He wouldn’t have done nothin’; just stood there givin’ you the hard stare, you know, tryin’ to scare you. Anyway, he’s gone now.”

“The thing is,” Gary said evenly. “We know why he was pickin’ on you this morning. It was about the showers yesterday, wasn’t it? We saw you too, you know, lookin’ at our cocks? And you got a hard-on.”

“I’m sorry,” Josh sobbed, turning crimson. “I didn’t mean . . . .”

“Hey, it’s okay!” Gary soothed. “We’re cool with it, aren’t we Tom? We just wondered if you might like to, you know, help us out.”

Josh’s head was spinning so fast he couldn’t understand what they were asking him.

“Of course, you don’t have to,” Tommy added. “We’re not goin’ to make you.”

“But what we are sayin’,” Gary went on, giving Josh the same eyeball treatment he’d given Edwards, “is whether you want to or not, this little chat never happened, yeah?”

Josh was more confused than ever. Then the light began to dawn. He swallowed hard; were they really asking him to do that? He glanced down. There was a hard bulge in the front of Tommy’s black school trousers. So that was the sort of help they wanted!

“D’you want me to suck you off?” he asked tentatively.

“You up for that?” Tommy asked.

“Yeah, if that’s what you want,” Josh said, smiling.

“Told you!” Tommy declared, grinning at Gary.

“Where can we do it?” Josh enquired.

“We’ll show you,” Gary said gently. “Come on.”

They made their way into the science block and up the stairs.

“We’re not gay,” Gary said quietly. “We just need to, you know, get our rocks off. We thought you might like to help us.”

“Yeah, cool!” Josh said grinning.

Tommy pushed open the door of the boys’ toilets, the other two following him inside.

“This is safe,” Gary said. “Everyone’s gone; cleaners won’t be up here for ages. Do Tommy first, yeah?”

Josh and Tommy headed into one of the stalls and bolted the door. Josh quickly pulled his trousers and briefs down to his ankles. He sat on the toilet, reaching up to undo Tommy’s belt. The boy’s trousers fell to the floor, Josh skinning his boxer briefs over his hips and down past his knees. Tommy pulled up his shirt. Josh breathed in sharply; Tommy’s rock-hard cock was a little over five inches long and already quite thick, the foreskin completely covering the tip; it was an absolute beauty.

Josh held it around the base between thumb and forefinger, leaning forward to close his lips over it. He pushed steadily down, sucking deeper with every stroke until he was taking it right down to the root. He allowed his lips to slide up the shaft, licking it eagerly, savouring Tommy’s pole, hard and hot in his mouth. He eased back the foreskin, working his tongue all over the small, shiny head. In the next instant he plunged down again, his tongue flicking out to slash at the boy’s balls.

Tommy purred like a cat, gently stroking Josh’s hair. Out of the corner of his eye Josh spotted movement; Gary was in the next stall, looking over the partition to watch the action. Josh sucked Tommy harder, faster, determined to impress, enjoying every second. He slid his hand between Tommy’s legs, gently tickling the boy’s perineum.

Tommy began to moan, his orgasm rapidly approaching. He stiffened abruptly, his cock jerking powerfully in Josh’s mouth. Josh licked and slurped as three jets of boy-spunk squirted onto his tongue; he gulped it down. He paused for a moment then let Tommy’s ultra-sensitive cock slide from between his lips.

“That was wicked, man!” Tommy gasped, quickly dressing himself.

He left the stall; a moment later Gary replaced him.

“My turn now!” he said, grinning.

Josh quickly lowered the boy’s trousers and boxer shorts. Gary’s cock was a fraction shorter than Tommy’s, but slightly thicker, an area the size of a five pence piece exposed beyond the foreskin; different but just as beautiful. Josh took it into his mouth. Almost immediately, Gary began to rock his hips. Josh held perfectly still, allowing the boy to do as he wanted.

Gary held Josh’s head, thrusting his penis relentlessly into the warm, moist orifice, Josh’s fingers gently massaging the sensitive area behind his balls. He emitted a guttural moan, simultaneously tightening his grip on Josh’s head. His penis reared up, depositing a thick, creamy load into the smaller boy’s mouth. Josh swallowed it all, wanking himself furiously, reaching his dry climax in a matter of seconds before finally allowing Gary to ease himself away.

“Are you okay?” Gary asked.

“Yeah!” Josh confirmed, grinning and licking his lips.

“Fuckin’ awesome!” Gary breathed.

They adjusted their clothes and made their way out. Tommy was waiting for them. They sauntered out of the building.

“So you done that before?” Gary enquired.

“Yeah!” Josh acknowledged.

“Who with, if you don’t mind me askin’?”

“A mate from junior school,” Josh confided. “We’ve been doing it since the start of the summer holiday.”

“So which school’s he at now?” Gary persisted.

“Oh he’s still at Stainmoor,” Josh said, smiling. “He’s a bit younger than me; he was eleven last week. He’s quite big though, you know, big for his age.”

“Big cock?” Tommy asked.

“Pretty big,” Josh said, grinning at him. “Not as big as yours though. And he can’t cum yet.”

“Look, no telling anyone about this,” Gary warned. “This is just between us, yeah?”

“Oh, I’m not going to say anything,” Josh assured him.

They reached the school gate.

“Meet us again Monday?” Gary suggested.

“No problem!” Josh said, grinning. “I’ll be there!”

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

It was late September; the warm weather had returned. Ryan, Ashley and Darren wandered idly along Newton Oaks Road, heading for home. They reached the corner of Wilmington Drive.

“Wanna come in for a bit?” Ashley suggested.

“I can’t,” Darren said. “Mum told me to come straight home; we’ve got to go to the dentist. She’ll go nuts if I’m late.”

“See you tomorrow, then” Ashley said, smiling.

“Yeah, see you, Squeak!” Ryan added.

He trotted off. Ashley and Ryan strolled the few yards along Wilmington Drive to Ashley’s house. He let them in; they strolled through to the kitchen. Seven year old David was about to leave.

“I’m going round to Max’s house,” he announced airily.

“Well don’t be late back,” Ashley instructed.

“Of course not!” David responded, disappearing through the front door.

“Well, that’s him out of the way,” Ashley sighed. “Want some chocolate fudge cake?”

“Yeah, wicked!” Ryan responded, his eyes lighting up. “Thanks man!”

Ashley cut them each a large slice then led the way upstairs.

“Try not to get crumbs on the carpet,” he requested. “Mum hates me carrying food round the house.”

“I won’t!” Ryan said, grinning. “I’m the human dustbin; that’s what mum says!”

They strolled into Ashley’s bedroom.

“I’m going to get changed,” he said casually, downing the last morsel of cake.

He began to undress, stripping down to his white briefs. There was a tent at the front, not large but quite unmistakeable. Ryan blinked to make sure. There was no question about it; Ashley had an erection. Ryan knew immediately; that’s why they were here. It was an invitation, a signal for him to make the next move. His penis rose swiftly to attention.

“You’ve got a hard-on,” he said quietly.

“Yeah,” Ashley said shyly. “It does that sometimes; quite a lot actually.”

“And I have,” Ryan said, grinning. “So d’you play with it?”

“Yeah, sometimes,” Ashley admitted.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Ryan suggested.

“Yeah!” Ashley breathed.

“So d’you want to . . . you know?” Ryan asked.

“Yeah, if it’s okay,” Ashley said. “Shall I draw the curtains?”

“Yeah,” Ryan responded.

He quickly slipped out of his school uniform until he was down to his boxer shorts, his cock the hardest it had ever been. He’d been waiting weeks for an opportunity like this; now it was finally going to happen. They stood facing each other. Ryan reached out, hooking his thumbs into the waistband of Ashley’s briefs. He gently pulled them down, exposing his friend’s slim three and a half inch penis. Ashley returned the favour, Ryan’s boxer shorts slipping down to his ankles.

“Wow!” Ashley whispered. “Your cock’s really big!”

“It suddenly started growing about a year ago,” Ryan said.

“I wish mine was as big as that.” Ashley said enviously.

“You’ll get there,” Ryan said, smiling. “You haven’t started growing up yet.”

“I’m as tall as you!” Ashley protested, giggling.

“Yeah, but your mum and dad are like giants!” Ryan said, grinning. “My mum’s not; don’t think my dad is either, dunno really.”

“Hmm, I hadn’t though of it like that,” Ashley conceded. “Can I touch it?”

“Yeah, if you want,” Ryan told him.

Ashley took hold of Ryan’s penis, gently running his fingers along the shaft. Ryan gasped; it felt wonderful. He stretched out his hand, fondling his friend’s stiff little spike.

“Lets’ get on the bed,” he suggested.

They lay down side by side, sensuously stroking each other. He’d have to be careful not to rush things, Ryan told himself; he didn’t want Ashley to freak out on him.

“Have you done this before?” Ashley asked.

“Yeah,” Ryan conceded.

“With Josh?” Ashley continued.

“Yeah.”

“I thought you might have,” Ashley said, smiling. “It’s funny; Josh used to be so . . . , you know. I guess he must be growing up too.”

Ryan bit his tongue; Ashley didn’t know the half of it.

“Pull your knees up,” he instructed.

Ashley did as he was asked. Ryan slipped his hand between the slim boy’s legs, gently massaging behind his balls.”

“Wow!” Ashley gasped. “That feels fantastic! Ohhh!”

Ryan slowly removed his hand.

“Do me now,” he said, raising his knees so his feet were flat on the bed.

He lay back, eyes closed, Ashley’s long, slender fingers transporting him to a world of unadulterated sensual pleasure.

It was time to bring things to a close; they didn’t want to risk David returning and barging in on them. Ryan would have liked to suck Ashley off, but was uncertain how the boy would react. Instead, he wrapped his fingers around Ashley’s cock, masturbating it eagerly, watching his friend’s chest rising and falling. After a few minutes, Ashley’s breathing began to shorten.

“Uhh!” he gasped. “I think I’m gonna pee!”

“No you’re not.” Ryan assured him, redoubling his efforts. “Just relax.”

“Uhh! Uhh! Nnnnngg!!” Ashley groaned.

His hips pushed up off the bed, his penis swelling and pulsing in Ryan’s hand. Ryan carefully let him go. Ashley collapsed back onto the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.

“Fuck! Wow!” he gasped between lungfuls of air. “What was that?”

“You just had an orgasm,” Ryan said, grinning. “You know, like they taught us in sex-ed classes.”

“Fuck!” Ashley moaned. “That was amazing!”

They lay in near silence as Ashley’s breathing returned to normal.

“Shall I . . . , you know?” he asked.

“Yeah!” Ryan whispered.

Ryan settled back on the bed, allowing the wonderful sensations to sweep over him. It wasn’t as good as getting sucked off and not in the same league as fucking, but it was very good just the same, the touch of Ashley’s fingers absolute perfection. He felt his orgasm getting close.

“Keep going!” he rasped.

Moments later the muscle spasms swept over him, his fingers clawing at the mattress, his cock jerking wildly with a life of its own. Ashley’s hand slipped away.

“That was great!” Ashley whispered.

“Yeah!” Ryan agreed, grinning.

They dressed quickly; less than five minutes later Ryan was out of the front door and on his way home. Ashley watched him go. It had been a magical experience, but there was more. He’d sensed it; Ryan had been holding back, unwilling for some reason to take the next step, whatever that was. Maybe the next time, he mused. And there would be a next time; he was certain of that.