Date: Sun, 6 Jan 2008 22:53:40 +0000 From: pinkpanther2@hotmail.co.uk Subject: 'A Warm April Saturday' chapter 16 All the usual disclaimers apply. If for some reason, you shouldn't be reading this, then don't, okay? If you do, neither I nor Nifty will be responsible if the bogey men catch up with you! Thanks again for all the feedback I've received recently; it's been most encouraging. More comments are always welcome though, and I always reply to it. So if you have the time, please send your comments to pinkpanther2@hotmail.co.uk and I'll reply as soon as I can. CHAPTER SIXTEEN It's February, winter's sort of on its way out and I'm looking forward to summer again. I know I've made quite a jump, but there's not been that much to write about. I've not become friends with Daryl; not had any more little meet-ups with him either. I do keep an eye out for him though. Sometimes Courtney shouts to him asking him if he wants to suck his dick when he knows I can hear him, like on the corridor or something. He's making a point, daring me to confront him. I'm not going to; I've got some bottle but I'm not suicidal. I could speak to Mr. Sheridan about it, but the result would be much the same; they'd know it was me. If I was going to do that I'd front up to him first, just for the hell of it. At least Dalton keeps his mouth shut when we're in the showers or the changing rooms, so I guess we're about even. School's going well. I'm still right up at the top in maths and science and starting to move up a bit in some of the other classes. My grades are mainly A's with just a few B's; never anything below that. It's way better than I've done before. I'm spending a lot more time with Tom; it's not that Michael's not a good mate any more, it's just the way things have worked out. I do like working with Tom though, especially when I go to their house. He's opened up a bit, which is pretty cool; seems he's into lots of different music, not just the stuff his mum sings. He's into grunge and heavy metal, but not so much for the music as the style. That's where he gets his ideas about clothes from. And he hates his hair; he hates the colour of it and says it's like a wire mat; that's why he has it so short. Every few days his mum does it for him. As far as the other thing goes, there I was, thinking I was finally getting somewhere with Michael, then nothing; he hasn't even mentioned it since the October half term break. Christmas came and went. I got a printer for my computer, some pretty cool playing out clothes and my first two pairs of boxers. I still like wearing briefs, and I always wear them for James, but boxers are definitely more comfortable. I was hoping that Greg would get to come over, but there was too much family stuff going on so it never happened; I'd love to see him again. We're on holiday in a couple of weeks' time so I guess he might be able to come over then. The spikes are wicked! I didn't realise when we bought them, but not only do they give a lot more grip than trainers, they're a lot lighter as well. The first time I wore them it felt like I was flying! You do have to get used to them though. After I'd finished my calves went really tight; I had to soak in the bath when I got home. I'm through that now though; last week I ran the course in nine minutes five seconds, that's a school record for year seven kids. Tom's run nine minutes eleven; that's good too `cause he's got no-one to run against in his group. Alwyn and Andrew have run faster as well; Alwyn's down to nine minutes sixteen and Andrew to nine-twenty four. Mr. Maynard's pretty cool with us three when we do cross-country; he gives Andrew the key and lets us go and have a shower while the other boys are finishing. Josh could join us; he's always back before Andrew gets the key, but he never does. I guess that's `cause he's embarrassed about his privates being so small. I could tell you I never check out the other two when we're in the showers, like you'd believe me! I just can't resist it, and they never seem to notice. Alwyn looks sort of tough, but he's very cute; James would go nuts for him. Andrew's just beautiful; I'm sure he's not gay though. None of the other kids has a shower unless it's really muddy and Mr. Maynard tells them they have to. I've got a bit bigger; it's nearly four and half inches hard, eleven centimetres to be exact. I've got some pubic hair too. Oh, nothing like Andrew's got; there are only a few and you can hardly see them, but they're there. My spunk's definitely getting thicker and there's more of it; it shoots all over the place when James fucks me. It's still clear though; I don't know when it'll turn white. That's it, really; nothing much else to say. So now you're wondering why I've picked it up again. It's `cause there's a problem; not a serious one, or at least I hope it isn't, but something's not right. Mum and James have been together for nearly a year, yeah? And mum's been really happy all the way through. Actually she's been happy right until the last couple of weeks; now she's not. There's an `atmosphere' there, a sort of tension between them. I ask her about it and all I get is "nothing that concerns you", and that's it. I hate it when she does that; it does concern me, for fuck sake! Then last Wednesday James never came over; called and said he had to work late. I guess I'm going to have to ask him about it. 0 o 0 o 0 o 0 Saturday morning and I'm in mum's bed, snuggled up to James. We're going through our usual warm-up routine. "James," I say, snuggling up even closer, "what's going on with you and mum?" "What d'you mean?" he asks. "Well, it's like you've fallen out over something. Mum won't talk to me about it; she never does." "Listen, Tiger," he says, gently stroking my hair. "Your mum's a pretty strong personality and so am I; we were never going to agree about everything all the time. Life's like that. Right now we've got a little problem to solve. But it's nothing for you to worry about; trust me, we'll get it sorted." "Cool," I say quietly. I'm still no closer to finding out what they're arguing about. Why won't they tell me? Is it because they think I'll take sides? I guess it must be. Well, James has never let me down before; I'm just going to have to trust him, like he says. Ten minutes later he's fucking me stupid. 0 o 0 o 0 o 0 Tuesday lunchtime I'm having a piss in the boys' room in the main classroom block. Another kid comes in and stands right next to me. I take a quick peek. Fuck! He's got a hard-on! It's a nice one too, not enormous, but a bit bigger than mine. Wow! I'd been wondering if this sort of thing went on; seems like it does. I look up. The kid's older than me, must be year eight or nine; I can't be sure, dark hair and freckles, sort of quite tough-looking, not stunning but fit enough. There's no-one else about. I smile at him and nod towards the stalls. "Not here," he whispers, jerking his head in the direction of the door. We zip up and I follow him out. We walk along the corridor and out of the building. As soon as we're outside I check around. There's no sign of Michael or the rest of the gang. In one way I'm quite sorry; if they'd been around I'd have had to go and hang out with them and that would have been the end of it, all very simple. As it is, I've got to make a decision; do I keep following this kid or don't I? It could be a trap but somehow I don't think so. Okay, I'm going to do it. I want to see where he's taking me as much as anything else, or at least that's what I'm telling myself. We head towards the technology block. That's odd; the technology block's always locked at lunchtimes `cause nobody's allowed in the workshops. He veers off the path and walks along the far side of the building towards the school fence; I follow about twenty yards behind. Then it hits me; there's a corridor right through the middle of the block, with workshops and stuff on either side, yeah? Well, the door at the playground end is kept locked, but the one at the far end is left open `cause that's where the boys' room is. Then they lock the fire doors just past the boys' room so nobody can get to the workshops. The dark haired boy turns at the end of the building and heads towards the door. I speed up a little. In around five seconds I'm there as well. There's nobody in sight. The door's open, just like I thought. We make our way into the building and head straight to the boys' room. The place is empty. Wow! This is just about perfect! Nobody would bother coming here for a piss `cause it's so out of the way. I'm sure a lot of kids don't even realise it's open; I know I didn't. The other boy turns and grins. "What's your name?" he whispers. "Chris." "Hi, I'm Brad. What d'you like doing?" "Don't mind; what d'you want?" "D'you take it up the bum?" Fuck! I wasn't expecting that! "Yeah, if you want." I say, trying to sound casual. "Got any lube?" "Yeah." He motions me into one of the two stalls. We quickly get each other's trousers and boxers down. He's got a nice body, a bit of dark pubic hair above his cock and a decent sized pair of balls. Hmmm! He's fitter than I thought! He sits on the toilet and takes my dick into his mouth. He's good; he's obviously done it before. Not quite in Greg's class, but he's more than okay. He takes out the lube and squeezes some onto his fingers. I shuffle my feet further apart to make it easier for him. He slips a hand between my legs and quickly lubes me up. I'm guessing he's done this before too. His fingers slide out and he lets me go. We move into position, me bent over the toilet, hands resting on the seat, Brad standing behind me. His dick's pushing against my bum. I relax and swallow it whole. He doesn't waste time; just goes right to it, holding me round the hips. He knows what he's doing, no question about that. This is well hot! There's a danger I might not cum though; once he's finished he could just pull his pants up and leave me here. There's no way I want that! I reach back, grab his right hand and put it on my cock. He doesn't wank me, just plays with it while he fucks me even harder. The tingling in my cock's getting more intense by the second. Then the muscle spasms kick in; I have to brace my arms to hold myself steady. My balls pull right up, a moment later the spunk's barrelling through my cock and squirting all over the toilet. Fuck! That was wild! Brad's not finished, but he's not far off. Twenty seconds later he slams right into me and unloads up my bum. Wow! He waits for me as I quickly clean myself up and get rid of the evidence. We make our way back onto the corridor. There's still nobody about. I check my watch; the bell for the end of lunch break will go in five minutes. "You okay?" Brad asks. "Yeah, that was cool!" "Fuckin' was!" he says grinning. "So who's been fucking your arse, then?" "You won't say anything, will you?" I ask nervously. "Don't be stupid!" "Mum's boyfriend." I tell him, then immediately wish I hadn't. "Bit like me then!" he says, grinning at me. "My stepdad's been sticking it up my bum since I was nine." "So how old are you now?" I ask, sort of relieved that he wasn't shocked or anything. "Thirteen." "You in year eight, then?" "Nine," he says, correcting me. "So how old are you?" "Twelve." "And you're year seven, yeah?" "Yeah." "Cool; there are a few older kids who'll be after you!" "So does it happen here all the time?" "Lunchtimes and straight after school; don't hang out here too often though or you'll get known for it. You don't want that." I know what he means and he's got it spot on; I could get labelled the same way Daryl has. "And one more thing," he says, grinning. "There aren't that many kids come here, but sometime it does get a bit busy. There are two stalls, yeah? That's four kids max. Any more than that, you fuck off. We've got to keep this, you know, low-profile, or the shit hits the fan." "Cool!" I say, smiling back at him. I like this kid. He seems a bit rough, but he's okay and he's not stupid; everything he's just said makes perfect sense. The bell rings and we head off to our next class. 0 o 0 o 0 o 0 Friday, school's finished and we've got a week's holiday coming up. I'm as horny as fuck. I know I'll be seeing James in the morning, but I'm horny right now. I keep thinking about the technology block; I've not been back since Brad took me there on Tuesday; I've not really had the chance. As it was, the lads wanted to know where I'd disappeared to, so I've got to be careful. I give Michael some shit about having to go and see Mr. Bradshaw, our science teacher. He doesn't even question it; there's no reason why he should. We arrange for me to go round after tea and off he goes. As soon a he's out of sight, I'm on my way. I take the same route that Brad did. There's nobody about, everyone else seems to have headed for the gate. I walk into the building. My heart's thumping so much I can almost hear it. I push open the boys' room door and go inside. One stall's occupied; the other isn't. Sounds are coming from that direction; moaning, gasping, very quiet but I know what they are. As quietly as I can I walk into the other stall and bolt the door. I climb up onto the seat and look over the partition. Holy shit! A blond boy is bent over the toilet; an older boy's standing behind him, fucking him senseless. The blond kid looks to be about my age, but I don't recognise him at all; I'm sure he's not in our year. He must be in year eight; plenty of the year eight kids are no bigger than I am. I know who the kid fucking him is though; he lives quite near me. His name's Nathan Yardley, age seventeen, star soccer player, cricketer, track athlete and totally fit; that's a pretty sizeable dick he's got on him too. He's also one of the best students the school's ever had; there's talk of him getting a scholarship to Oxford next year. Fuck! If people knew what he gets up to in his spare time all that'd go right out the window. I climb down from the seat and gingerly unbolt the door, desperate not to be discovered. I ought to get the hell out of here, but I'm so horny now there's no way I'm going to do that. I go and stand at the urinal closest to the corner, turning slightly so that my back's towards the stalls' door. I don't think Nathan knows my name, but he's bright enough to know that I live quite close to him. A couple of minutes later the toilet flushes. The stall door opens. There are footsteps behind me; I can't be sure, but it sounds like one set, not two. The door to the corridor swings open and closes again; the footsteps disappear. I take a deep breath. If they've both gone I might as well go home; nobody else will show up now. But they haven't; the stall door creaks open again. A moment later I've got the blond kid standing next to me. Fuck! He is stunning! Not girly like Daryl, but really pretty. Wow! James would spunk in his boxers just looking at him! He's got his cock out so I take a peek. It's smaller than mine, around three inches, and looks to be rock hard, so it seems like Nathan didn't finish him off. He smiles at me. "Nice cock," he whispers. "Can you cum?" "Yeah, can you?" "Nah, can't do that yet. Wanna fuck me?" What did he just say? Nathan's just pounded his arse to jelly; now he wants it again! Shit! "Cool," I say casually. "What's your name?" "Anthony." "Hi, I'm Chris." We head right back into the stall he just left. Trousers and underwear are quickly down round our ankles. Fuck! This kid is gorgeous! I wrap my arms round him, pulling his mouth onto mine. I drink in his horny boy-smell. He's not the most enthusiastic kisser, but he's no novice. We finish the kiss; I move back slightly to admire him. Wow! He untangles himself from my arms, positioning himself over the toilet like he was when I first saw him. His bum's all red from the fucking Nathan just gave him and his hole's slightly open. I move in behind him. I haven't brought any lube but it's not going to matter. I line up my dick and push; it goes in right up to my balls. He's not as tight as Danny was, but he's tight enough; I'm going to enjoy this! I hold him round the hips and start to move. His bum's greasy with a mixture of lube and spunk. Fuck! This is hot! I slide one hand off his hip and grab his cock, feeling it twitch between my fingers. He moans quietly; I go at it even harder, fucking and wanking him at the same time. A couple of minutes pass. Suddenly he bucks and shudders, his bum tightening round my dick, his cock twitching and jiggling between my fingers. Oh yeah! A few more thrusts and I'm there too, hanging on for dear life as my spunk squirts into his arse. Wow! That was wicked! I'm surprised how quickly he gets cleaned up; he's ready to leave almost as soon as I am. He follows me out and we head towards the gate. "Nice one!" he says, smiling at me. "I love being fucked." "That was well cool," I say grinning at him, still trying to get over how cute he is. He pulls out a packet of cigarettes and offers me one. "Nah, don't smoke," I tell him. He lights up and takes a drag. "Not seen you before," he comments. "Didn't know about that place till Tuesday; this other kid brought me here." "It wasn't Brad, was it?" he asks. "Yeah," I respond guardedly, wondering how much else Brad told him. "Cool! He told me he'd met this new kid. Did he fuck you?" "Is that what he said?" I ask, feeling a bit apprehensive. "Didn't say anything; just know it's what he likes doing." "Yeah, well he did, actually. So you know Nathan, yeah?" "Oh, him?" he says casually. "Yeah, fucks me all the time. You been with him then?" "Nah; he lives round the corner from me, that's all." "Been doin' me since I started here," he says, taking another drag. We reach the gate. "Gotta go," he says giving me another blast of that beautiful smile. "See ya!" I watch as he crosses the road and strolls down to the bus stop. He might look like an angel but he's as rough as they come, sort of like Tom in reverse. I can hardly believe he wanted me to fuck him right after Nathan had just done it. Shit! I'm not sure who I expected to find in there, but it wasn't someone like him. A big black Mercedes glides past and stops next to him. He gets in and the car speeds away.