Date: Thu, 10 Jan 2008 17:57:08 +0000 From: pinkpanther2@hotmail.co.uk Subject: 'Warm April Saturday' chapter 17. 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 feedback is 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 SEVENTEEN So it's the half term break. I'm hoping that Greg's going to ring. It was October the last time he was here; I'm dying to see him again. I bet he's grown! He'll have more hair too; he's bound to. Fuck! Even I've got some hairs now, even if they are pretty difficult to see. I wander down to the kitchen and fix myself some Cornflakes. Nine o'clock comes and goes; there's no call. Well, not a problem, I can ring him. I get his number from where I've hidden it, return to the kitchen and dial. "The mobile phone you have called appears to be switched off," a posh voice says. "Please try later." So I do, a couple of times; same result. Seems like he's busy; maybe he's over at Vince's house. I give it one more try; it's quarter to five. "Hi Chris!" Greg answers. "I wasn't expecting you to call!" "Where've you been?" I ask. "I've been ringing all day!" "At school, of course!" he says. "Oh, we're on holiday; I thought you would be too!" "We were on holiday last week," he says. "I rang a couple of times; I wondered why I couldn't get you." Shit! They were off last week; we're off this week. That means he can't come over. Double shit! "Fuck, man!" I was really looking forward to seeing you!" I tell him. "Believe me, I was looking forward to coming over!" he says. This is so frustrating! He was well up for it and so was I, but it's not going to happen. We chat about this and that for five minutes before I end the call. I'd have liked to talk for longer, but if a big amount shows up on the phone bill, mum will want to know about it. That wouldn't be a good idea. 0 o 0 o 0 o 0 Michael's acting weirder than ever! If we're with the other lads, there's no problem; and if the two of us are walking down the street together, he's fine with that. But if I go round to his house, the weirdness starts, like he's really wary of me or something. When I go round there we always finish up in his bedroom, yeah? We just always do. Well now it's like he doesn't want me to be there, sort of like he thinks I'm going to jump on him and rip all his clothes off. Shit! I'd love to have sex with him again, `specially now I know Greg won't be able to come over, but I haven't even mentioned doing anything. Weird! 0 o 0 o 0 o 0 Four o'clock Wednesday afternoon, and I'm pottering around at home waiting for James to arrive. The phone rings; I trot through to the kitchen to answer it. "Hi Chris!" James says. "It's me! Sorry, but I'm not going to be able to make it this evening; things are totally manic here at the moment. I've already rung your mum, yeah? Sorry to let you down; I'll be over Friday evening, I promise!" "Oh! I say weakly, trying to hide my frustration. "I guess I'll see you Saturday morning then." "You sure will!" he says brightly. "Sorry, got to go; I've got to crack on or I'll be here all night." He rings off. Shit! That's three Wednesdays he's missed now, plus a couple of Fridays and a few other evenings when he usually comes over just to spend some time with mum. The Wednesdays weren't so bad `cause I was at school and had plenty to do, but when he never came on the Friday I really missed spending Saturday with him. It wasn't the sex; he came over on Saturday afternoon before mum got back from work so we did it then, but it wasn't the same. I missed all the other stuff we do together, going shopping, going to the park with Michael for a kick about, going to the pool, it doesn't matter really; I just love being able to hang out with him. I know he has to work and that, but, well, I don't know; somehow it seems like it's all mixed up with this thing with him and mum. He said they get it sorted but they still haven't, and sometimes when he is here, it's like his mind's somewhere else; he never used to be like that. I just wish things could get back to the way they were before Christmas. Right now I'm so horny I think I'm going to explode. I go up to my bedroom and strip my clothes off. I lie on my bed, feet apart, knees up, fingering my bum while I wank myself. I don't even think about anything; I just do it. I cum all over myself. 0 o 0 o 0 o 0 The next morning we meet up at the pool, all six of us. I guess we'd have been here before, but they're not having any kids' splash sessions this holiday. That's stupid; I mean, it's an indoor pool, yeah? The temperature in there's much the same all year round. In the holidays when they did have the splash sessions, the weather was pretty warm most of the time; we could have played outside if we'd wanted to. Now it's cold and wet, and we need somewhere warm to go where we can have some fun, but the only splash session is on Saturday afternoon, like they have every week. I don't understand how adults think sometimes. We head through to the changing rooms. We do what we always do; Tom, Josh and Andrew go into the cubicles, me, Michael and Gareth get changed on the benches, only Michael really doesn't `cause he's already got his shorts on. We store our things in a couple of lockers and make our way to the pool, chatting away about all sorts of stuff. There it is; no diving board, no mats or rings, just the pool. There aren't many kids here either; a couple of younger boys, a few girls and us. There's no buzz about the place the way there is when the splash sessions are on. We spend three quarters of an hour swimming around tagging each other, playing catch with Michael's goggles and diving in off the side. It's fun; I'm not saying it isn't, but it's nowhere like as good as when they've got all the stuff out for us. It's hard on Gareth too; he can swim but he's not very good, he gets tired after just a few strokes. He doesn't dive either, so he gets a bit left out. At five to twelve we knock it on the head. We play around in the showers for ten minutes or so, you know, spraying each other and that, just stupid stuff really. It's time to get changed. It's the usual drill; me and Gareth on the benches, the other four take a cubicle each. I don't check Gareth out; for one thing I've seen it before, and anyway he always wraps a towel round himself while he's taking his shorts off and putting his boxers on. I don't want to get caught trying to sneak a peek when he obviously doesn't want me to. I skin off my shorts and start to get dry. "You're getting big," he says quietly. Instinctively I glance down. There's a tent in the front of his boxers. Right, so he's got a hard-on; it's bigger than I expected too. Now what am I going to do? I've never really thought about doing anything with Gareth; I don't fancy him that much, but it's pretty obvious that he's up for it, and with Greg not coming over, Michael not wanting to do anything then James letting me down, this might be the only sex I'll get. But there's a problem. I've never been to Gareth's house on my own, not even once. I hang out with Michael; he hangs out with Tom, it's just always been like that. Yeah, I know I've started hanging out at Tom's place, but that's `cause we're in class together. I can't just turn up at Gareth's house or invite him to mine; the other kids will start asking questions. Fuck! Why does everything have to be so difficult?! I pull on my boxer shorts before I start to get a hard-on. "Wanna come round my house this afternoon?" he asks, looking around to make sure nobody's listening. "What about Tom?" I ask. "Gotta go to town with his mum; buy some new trousers for school." Hmmm! This might just work. I'll tell Michael I'm going to Tom's house to work on our history project. Afterwards I can just say he wasn't in, so I went to Gareth's to see if he knew where he was. "Cool!" I say quietly. "About half past two, yeah?" "Yeah, cool! He whispers. As soon as we're all changed we head off round to Tom's house. His mum's pleased to see us, just like always. Things always seem so relaxed when we go there; we can have a laugh without anyone telling us off for being too noisy. I'm just hoping she doesn't say anything about going to town with Tom. My prayers are answered; it's not mentioned. We munch our way through yet another pizza; seems like she always has one waiting when she knows us lot are going to descend on her. It's nearly one o'clock when we set off for home. "Going to Tom's this afternoon," I tell Michael as we turn into our road, "do some work on our history project." He looks disappointed. "Oh! I was hoping we could go and have a kick- about," he says. "I won't stay long," I say quietly. "I'll be back by four o'clock; we can do it then if you want." "Yeah! See you then!" he says, grinning at me. So that's it; I'm all set. 0 o 0 o 0 o 0 It takes less than five minutes to cycle to Gareth's house. My mind's racing; I really don't know what to expect here. Does this mean Gareth's gay too? Nah, he wouldn't know what `gay' was if it came up and hit him. So just curious, like Peter was? Sort of, I guess, but Peter never had a hard-on when I caught him peeking at me, so it's a bit more than that. I'm guessing he's played with his dick and knows it feels good; now he of wants to, you know, compare notes or something. Anyway, I'm going to have to be careful; I don't want him freaking out, I've got enough with Michael going weird on me. I'll just let him make the running; after all, it was his idea. I lock up my bike by the side of the house and ring the bell. Gareth answers the door; he's changed out of his jeans into a pair of soccer shorts. James would fuck him stupid if he got the chance. He looks at my back-pack. "What you got that for?" he asks, eyeing it suspiciously. "It's my history project; I told Michael I've gone to Tom's house so we can work on it." "Oh," he says, clearly not getting it. "Then when he wasn't in, I came round here to see if you knew where he was." "Oh, right!" he says, grinning, the penny having finally dropped. "Wanna come upstairs?" It's a real little boy's bedroom; he's got Superman everywhere; Superman wallpaper, Superman bed covers. His sleeping things have got Bart Simpson all over them, which I guess is a step in the right direction; it still seems pretty young though. "I'm getting too old for all this stuff," he says, frowning, "but mum says we can't afford to change it at the moment. I think she likes it though; makes her think I'm still her baby boy." "Where are the girls?" I ask, referring to Gareth's two older sisters. "Becky's at work. Natasha's out; probably round Emma's house. Don't worry; she won't be back till tonight." "Cool!" We sit on the bed; for a few moments there's an uneasy silence. "Chris, do you play with your dick?" he asks. "Sometimes," I say casually. "What about you?" "Yeah, I do. Feels good, doesn't it?" "Yeah; so how long have you been doing it?" I ask. "Not long; only since Christmas really; it's weird, man! It never used to get hard; now it does it all the time!" "Yeah; that's what happens," I say, grinning at him. "D'you wanna see it?" he asks. I said he's got bottle; I wasn't wrong! "Cool!" I say. "Shall we get naked?" "Yeah, if you want." We strip down to our boxers. "Ready?" I ask. He nods. We skin off out shorts. For the only time I can remember in a situation like this I'm not fully hard. Gareth is though, about three inches and not much thicker than my middle finger. I guess mine's not that much longer, but it's much thicker. It certainly LOOKS a lot bigger. We sit on the bed again. "That's a nice one," he says, staring at it. "You've started getting hair." I grin at him and run my fingers along the shaft. It springs to attention. "Can you make your stuff squirt out?" he asks. "Yeah; what about you?" "Nah!" he says. "I think I'll have to grow a bit before I can do that." I guess I only asked to make it seem like I don't know too much; I knew what he'd say before he opened his mouth. "So how long have you been able to do it? he continues. "Few months; first time was a few weeks after my birthday." I say casually, not bothering to tell him that James had his dick up my arse at the time. "Can I feel it?" he asks. "Can if you like," I say casually, shuffling across a bit so we're sitting close together. He reaches over and wraps his fingers round it. His touch is amazing, every bit as good as Michael's. This is well exciting! I stretch my hand out and return the favour. I can't believe how hard his little spike is; it feels like sprung steel. I reach down so I can fondle his little balls at the same time. He likes that; I don't even have to ask him. "You done this with anyone else?" he asks, grinning up at me. "Promise not to tell anyone?" I say, meeting him eyeball to eyeball. "No way man!" he protests. "I won't say nothin'!" "I did it with Michael once," I tell him. Not quite true, but it's all I'm going to admit to. "So what happened? What did you do?" he asks eagerly. "This, more or less," I say, trying to make it sound like it was no big deal. "He played with mine; I played with his. He made my stuff squirt out; that's about it." "So when was that, then?" "Oh, last October, you know, when we were off school" "Oh, right! And was he cool with that?" "Yeah, he was at the time; I mean, you know, he started it. But afterwards he got really weird about it; said it was too gay and he didn't want to do it again." "Yeah!" he says grinning. "A few weeks ago, yeah we were walking from one class to another and I asked him if he did, you know, play with his dick. He got really huffy about it, said "That's gay!" just wouldn't talk to me!" "Ever talk to Tom about --- you know?" "Nah! I wouldn't; he's weird too!" "What d'you mean?" I ask; I've never found Tom weird at all, but I've never really thought about having sex with him. "You know when we have to have a shower after games?" Gareth sayss excitedly. "Well, you know what he does? Runs into the changing room, just about rips his kit off so he's just got his boxers on, grabs his towel, runs to the showers, whips his boxers off, runs through the showers and he's back out with a towel wrapped round him before any else even gets there!" Yeah, well I guess that is pretty weird; definitely sounds like Tom's not someone I'm going to be doing stuff with, but I'm not that bothered `cause I never thought he was. "Want me to show you something else we did?" I ask. "Well, something I did." I'm taking a bit of a chance; I say a bit of a chance `cause Gareth's not a scaredy-cat the way Michael is sometimes. "Cool!" he says. I lean over and suck his beautifully hard cock. It's way smaller than any of the others I've sucked, but it's so hard and hot; it feels awesome, and he loves it! I suck it and lick it for a couple of minutes then let him go and sit up again. "Fuck, man!" he breathes, eyes shining. "That was wicked! Can I try it?" I nod. He kneels in front of me, licks his lips and sucks my cock into his mouth, going about halfway down. "Watch your teeth," I say quietly. He gets the message, sucking slowly up and down. It's a beautiful feeling; he could do this forever! After about twenty seconds he stops and looks up at me. "You won't squirt your stuff in my mouth, will you?" he asks. "Nah, not unless you suck it a lot harder." "I want to see it squirt though," he says. I pat the bed, indicating for him to sit down again. "Just wank it for me," I tell him. He sets to work, while I play with his. He rubs it just behind the head, exactly the way I like it. "Do it a bit faster!" I whisper. He speeds it up. Suddenly it hits me, my head jerks back, the fingers of my free hand digging into the bed. A moment later I squirt; the first shot lands just above my tummy; the second one right between my nipples, with a few more to follow. Gareth's eyes are out on stalks. "Fuck! he says. "I never knew it squirted that far!" I wipe myself off with my boxers; a few minutes later we're getting back into our clothes. I set off to ride back to Michael's house; it's twenty to four. That was cool; I really hadn't expected Gareth to be horny like that, it was fun. But there's no sense of having hit the jackpot like there was the first time I did stuff with Michael, don't know why, there just isn't. And Gareth's not gay, or if he is, he doesn't know he is. He's, like, exploring, experimenting. He's been having these feelings, you know, getting hard-ons and stuff; he wanted to know more about them, so he asked Michael. Michael went all weird on him, so when he saw me getting changed he decided to ask me. That's all there is to it.