Date: Sun, 27 Jan 2008 18:44:58 +0000 From: pinkpanther2@hotmail.co.uk Subject: 'A Warm April Saturday' chapter 22 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! I've been very grateful for all the feedback that I've had in recent weeks; it's been very encouraging. However, more is always welcome and I never fail to reply to it. So if you have not written before, or if you've not written for a while, please send your comments to pinkpanther2@hotmail.co.uk and I'll reply as soon as I can. CHAPTER TWENTY TWO I don't spend the whole holiday at the pool, of course; most of the time I'm just hanging out. Until recently, that would have been with Michael, but right now we seem to have hit a bit of the problem. If we're going to meet the other lads, that's cool; if we're just going out to have a kick-about together, he's okay with that too, but the old closeness has gone. Up till this time last year we shared all our secrets, but once James came on the scene I couldn't do that any more, and I guess he doesn't understand why. I'm pretty sure he knows I've been lying to him, you know, about having to see teachers after school and stuff; I guess that doesn't help, and I know he suspects that I'm gay. Well, he's not and it's like he doesn't want me to be that way either. It's a shame; I really hoped Michael would want to do stuff with me the way I want to do stuff with him, but it just didn't happen. Now that he's started going out with girls, I guess it never will. So we're still mates, and I'll always be there for him, but it's not like it was. Right now I'm over at tom Tom's house doing some work on our latest science project. We finish the part we're working on; it's quarter to eleven. "Fancy going for a run round Falcon's Wood?" he asks. I'm wearing soccer shorts and trainers, so that's okay. "Uh, yeah, I guess," I tell him. "I don't have a change of top though; we'll get all sweaty." "Borrow one of my tee-shirts," he says. He opens a drawer and pulls one out. He tosses it to me. It's an `Iron Maiden' one and has definitely seen better days. Still, it's good enough to run in; I strip off my Crystal Palace shirt and put it on. We head out of the front door. Tom lives much nearer the woods than I do so a couple of minutes later we're running along Spring Drive and in through the gate. We're at the far end of the woods from where school is, so I've not run around this part before. I let him lead; we're not racing, but we're certainly not hanging about, Tom setting a strong, steady pace. There's no conversation; I never really expected any. I feel strong and totally in control, enjoying the dappled sunlight and the fresh spring air. I guess that if we're going to be running track races for the school team, we might need to do some more of this. Well, we couldn't find anywhere much better. After ten minutes or so we emerge from the trees onto the open parkland, running back towards Spring Drive. Away to our left there's a guy sitting on one of the benches; it seems like he's watching us. As we run in front of him I glance across. I recognise him immediately; it's the guy who was checking me out at the swimming pool. I'm not sure I like it but there's not much I can do; I just ignore him, the same as I did at the pool. A minute later we're running out through the gate. We trot back to Tom's house and walk up the path. He checks his watch. "Fifteen minutes, forty seconds" he says. "So how far is that?" I ask. "About two and a half miles, I think," he says, screwing his face up. "Dunno exactly." "So have you done that before, then?" "Yeah, I've done it a couple of times. I asked Mr. Maynard about it; he said it's okay, but we shouldn't do too much at our age, you know, `cause we'll get injured. He said to run a couple of days a week, three at the most." We go back inside and head up to his bedroom. We strip our tee-shirts off. "It's much better when you've got someone to run with," he says, smiling. "It felt like a long way when I did it on my own." He pauses for a second. "D'you want a shower?" "Nah, just have a rub down and put my other top back on; I'll have one when I get home." "Well I'm having one," he says. He takes the sweaty tee-shirts across to the bathroom and drops them in the wash-basket. He comes back and throws me a towel, looking around nervously, like he wants to tell me something but doesn't know how to say it. I get the message; he doesn't like people seeing him naked these days, so he doesn't want me hanging around up here while he's showering. "I'll wait downstairs," I say quietly. "Oh! Er, okay," he says. He returns to the bathroom and locks the door. I pad down the stairs and flop down in front of the telly. "Tom having a shower?" his mum asks. "Yeah." Aren't you having one?" "Nah, I've still got to cycle home; I'll get all sweaty again. I'll have one when I get back." "Fair enough. Tom has a shower every day; twice a day sometimes." That figures; I remember him having one when he came to my birthday party. He never looks much different; I guess it must make him feel better. Ten minutes later he appears in cut-offs and a clean white tee-shirt. "So what d'you want to do now?" he asks. "Don't mind; put some music on and let's chill for a bit." "Is that okay, mum?" he asks. "Better than watching the telly!" she says. So we listen to music and chill, chatting about this and that. We eat some pizza, followed by a huge slice of his mum's apple pie, with ice cream, delicious! We chill some more; I can't quite put my finger on it, but Tom seems to have something on his mind; he just can't make up his mind whether to talk to me about it. In the end he doesn't. Oh well. We stroll over to the park to play catch. When we get back it's ten past four, and I'm just about knackered. It's time to go home. 0 o 0 o 0 o 0 Friday morning, ten o'clock; we've been on holiday for a week. I've got another six days to wait for Greg's visit. I stroll down to the shops. I buy a ball-point pen and a couple of other bits and start to head back. My route takes me past Nathan's house. He's out at the front, dressed in grey cargo shorts and a black tank-top; I think the Americans call them wife-beaters; fuck knows why. It looks like he's just finished mowing the lawn. He smiles at me. I don't say anything; after the way he treated me the last time I tried speaking to him, I'm not going to. He looks around, checking that there's nobody about. He comes across to me. "Hi," he says quietly, smiling at me. "Would you like to come in for a bit; there's nobody at home." A thousand thoughts rush through my brain. Maybe he wants to make it up to me for being such an arsehole the last time. Shit! I've not had a sniff of anything since I went to Rob's house a week ago; I'm as horny as fuck! And he's so fit; it's not that I wouldn't want to go with him. It seems like too good an offer to turn down, but there's something holding me back; one of the things Grandma says, "A leopard doesn't change his spots". I look him right in the eye. She's right; I can see straight through that smile. All he wants is to fuck my arse, then he'll kick me out of the door as soon as he's finished. "Nah," I tell him, "mum's waiting for me." I continue walking. I glance over my shoulder; he's still watching me, looking really pissed off, like I had no right to tell him that. Well he can get stuffed; all he wants is a quick fuck. Well, I'm not going to be a quick fuck, not his, not anybody's. 0 o 0 o 0 o 0 Thursday, five past nine, and I'm pacing round the house like a caged tiger, waiting for Greg to arrive. Michael's away on holiday this week so I've got no problems on that score; Greg can stay all day if he wants. A couple of minutes before quarter past I spot the car coming up the road; seems like Vince is pretty good at turning up exactly when he's supposed to. I let Greg in as the car disappears down the road. It's so good to see him again. He's grown quite a bit, sort of filled out; he looks fitter than ever. We collect cold drinks from the fridge, wander up to my bedroom and flop down on the bed. "So how's it been going?" Greg asks. "Okay, I guess," I say nervously. Fuck! This is no good; I might just as well get it out there. "There's something I need to tell you." I continue. "Yeah?" "Mum and James have split up." "Shit! That's bad, man!" he says, clearly taken aback. "Yeah, well I'm getting over it; not much choice really." "I guess not. So when did that happen?" "Just over a month ago. Mum wanted him to sell his apartment so they could buy a house together. He wasn't going to do that, so after a few weeks he just told mum he'd been seeing someone else and wouldn't be coming back." "Shit! I'm sorry, man! I know you really liked him. That must have been terrible!" "Yeah; I cried like a baby. I couldn't believe he'd just leave like that without even saying anything." "But your mum's still no idea what was going on?" "Not a clue." "That's good; some kids would have grassed him up, you know, just to get back at him." "I'm not that stupid; the shit would have been right in the fan if I'd said anything." "You're not kidding!" Greg says, grinning at me. "You'd have had coppers all over you!" "They were arguing for a couple of months before he went, only I never knew what it was about till afterwards. James kept telling me it was getting sorted, only it wasn't. Mum says she doesn't understand why he messed about for so long before he left, but I do." "Yeah?" "He was finding a replacement." Greg's eyes widen. "A replacement? For you?" "Yeah." "You sure?" "Pretty much; it's the only thing that makes sense." "Uncle Vince won't be too pleased when he finds out!" "Why's that?" "He thinks he's taking too many risks; he could drop us all in the shit, you know, `cause he's got copies of the vids I did with you and Harry. Uncle Vince wasn't too happy when he split up with Harry's mum, but he said there was this problem and that problem and he just had to get out. So when he asked about bringing you over, you know, Uncle Vince asked him about it and James told him it was all as sweet as a nut and this time he wouldn't be going anywhere." "Yeah; well he has." "Sorry, man;" Greg says, shaking his head. "We really thought that was going to work out for you." I snuggle up next to him. He puts his arm round my shoulder. "Have you found anyone to, you know, do stuff with since James left?" "Yeah, sort of. There are a couple of kids at school that I've done it with. There's this boys' room in the technology block, yeah? It's really out of the way; nobody uses it except for, well, enough said." "Cool; tell me more!" "The one kid, Brad, I really like, He's in year nine, the same as you, only he won't he fourteen till the end of this month. But he's already got a boyfriend, Rob. He's nearly sixteen; lives just across the road from Brad, but goes to a different school." "Shame," he says quietly. "What about the other one?" "Dunno what to say, really. Anthony's a few months older than me and really pretty, you know, blond, looks like an angel and he's so fuckin' horny! James would have gone nuts for him! But he's rough, man; his home life's total shit. He goes with anybody; Brad reckons he does it for money. Anyway, he loves getting fucked; I've done him a few times." "Wow!" Brad says, giving me a little hug. "Sounds like fun, but you want to be careful, hanging out with someone like him." "Yeah, I know; Mum'd go mental if she found out." "So what d'you want now?" "What I really want is for us to be living near each other so I can be your boyfriend instead of Scott." "Yeah, I guess I'd like that too, but it's not going to happen, is it?" "Nah, so I guess I'll have to make do with having really awesome sex, you know, just building things up nice and slow, then we finish with you fucking me stupid, from behind like you did when we made that vid, yeah?" "Sounds pretty cool!" he says, grinning and stroking my hair. Very slowly, we begin to undress each other, taking our time, savouring every moment. Shoes and socks go first, then tops. Fuck! Greg is so hot; I'd do anything for him! I run my hand over his chest, firm and silky-smooth. He's still very slim, but a six-pack is definitely starting to develop. He'll have a superb body when he's a bit older. Shit! He's got a superb body now; I love it! He wraps his arms round me, our mouths meeting in a wild, passionate kiss. Wow! Nobody kisses as well as he does! I don't want this to end, ever! I undo the button at the top of his cargo shorts and pull down the zip. I put my hand inside; his cock's hot and throbbing, straining to get out of his briefs. I break the kiss and slip down off the bed to kneel in front of him, sliding his shorts down his legs. He kicks them off. I lean forward, nuzzling into his crotch, licking him through his black bikini-briefs. I get my fingers inside the waistband, easing it away from his dick. He lifts his bum off the bed as I pull them down. My eyes widen. "Wow! You've grown, man!" He grins, not saying anything. He's got a good six inches now, a lot more pubic hair too. I hold it around the base and take it into my mouth, sucking down on it till my nose is buried in his thick, black curly pubes. "Oh, fuck!" he gasps. "You're deep-throating me! You never did that the last time I was here!" I allow my lips to slide back up, working my tongue all over the head. I let him go and look up at him. "Stand up!" he whispers. I do as he says. Hew undoes the drawstring of my soccer shorts and eases them down till they fall to the floor. He runs his fingers over the front of my pale blue briefs; I almost cum right there. He skins them down my legs. "You've grown too," he says quietly, "and you've got some hair. I never got any till I was thirteen." He leans forward, taking it into his mouth. I don't know what it is, but he sucks better than anybody; I'm tingling all over. He slides a hand between my legs, a finger probing my bum-hole. After a couple of minutes he lets me go. I kick off my shorts and briefs then jump onto the bed. He pulls me over on top of him. We kiss again, cocks grinding together. Fuck! He presses my buttons better than anyone! He's perfect! I begin to lick my way down his sexy body, taking time over each nipple then moving down to his tummy button. He moans quietly, stroking my hair. I move on again. At close quarters I can see a light dusting of hair on his big, heavy balls. I lick each one in turn before tonguing my way right up his shaft. "Oh, Chris!" he moans. "Oooh! That's wicked, man!" I plunge down on it, allowing it to push right into my throat, sucking eagerly, working my tongue all over it. I'd have done this for Nathan if he'd ever given me the chance, but he didn't `cause he's an arsehole. Greg's not; he's hard and firm and not someone you can push around, but he still knows how to treat people properly. "Oooh, Chris! He gasps. "Easy, man! I'll cum in your mouth if you keep that up!" I gently let him go and snuggle up to him. "James teach you to do that?" he asks. "Not really; I mean, he never asked me to. I just sort of practised on him till I could do it." "Fuck! That was wicked!" "Does Scott suck you?" "Does a bit; nothing like that though! There's no way he'd let me cum in his mouth." "What about kissing? He wouldn't kiss at all when I was there." "Well, he does let me kiss him now; he's sort of okay with it, but he doesn't go for it like you do." "Fuck! I should be your boyfriend, not him!" "Well, if you can't be with the one you love; love the one you're with," he says quietly, stroking my hair. "Uhhh?" "It's from a song; the sort of stuff Uncle Vince likes." "Ohh." I guess I know what he means; we can't be together, so he's making the best of what he's got. I can't argue with that; I'd do the same. Almost without me realising, we work our way into a sixty-nine. His hand slips between my legs again, his finger running round my bum- hole. It's almost two weeks since Brad and Rob fucked me; it's the longest I've been without, well, since James took my cherry. "Take it slow, man!" I tell him. "Fuck! You're really tight," he whispers. "I guess you've not taken it for a while." Very slowly his finger slides in. He touches my prostate. Ohhh! That is so good! He does it exactly right, taking his time, gently finger- fucking me. He gently pulls out, puts some more lube on and pushes back in again. He takes it out a second time. A couple of seconds later it's back. This time his middle finger pushes in behind it. There's a stab of pain; instinctively I tighten up. It takes a moment for me to get myself together; I relax and push out, allowing it to slip right into me. "Good boy!" he coos. "This won't take long!" He's still in no hurry, carefully working his fingers around to open me up. He keeps hitting my sex-gland; my dick throbbing wildly between his lips. Both fingers slide out. This is it! "Are you ready?" he asks. "Yeah." I smear some KY over his glistening cock then take the old towel I've left under the bed and spread it out. I move into the doggy position, my feet hanging over the bottom of the bed. Greg moves round behind me, his dick prodding at my bum-hole. He holds me around my hips and guides it in, pushing insistently. I relax and push back; there's a moment's resistance, then he's inside me. Holy shit! I'm gasping for breath; it feels so big! Very slowly my bum relaxes, getting used to having him in there. "Okay?" he enquires. "Yeah!" He gives me a bit more. It hits my prostate; my dick almost explodes. He eases back an inch, then pushes right over it. My dick throbs and tingles like you wouldn't believe. One final thrust and I've got the whole thing, his firm, flat tummy pressed tight against my bum. "Do it, Greg!" I tell him. "Fuck me!" He starts nice and slow, pulling well back then slamming right in again, his cock thrusting repeatedly over my prostate. This is heaven! Nothing can ever feel better than this does! "Do it harder, man!" I gasp. "I want your spunk!" He's still in no hurry, just building it up gradually. Finally, he hits full power, fucking me like there's no tomorrow. I'm so far into it I hardly know where I am. Shit! I need this so much! "Play with my cock!" I moan. He takes it between his fingers, gently fondling it. Everything goes blurred, the tingling sensations sweeping right through me. I buck violently, my bum tightening round his pulsating cock, spunk squirting all over the towel. He goes into overdrive, fucking me harder than ever. "Fuck!" he gasps. Oh! I'm gonna cum! Nnng! Nnng!! Aaaarrrrggghhh!!!!" He slams right in, his big cock rearing up inside me, spunk spurting into my bum in several thick, powerful jets. Fuck! He's cum loads, way more than he did the last time he was here. He eases back, his cock popping out of me. Wow! That was awesome! I fart noisily, a few drops spluttering out and running down my legs. "You're the best, man!" I tell him, still trying to get my breath back. I climb off the bed and pad across to the bathroom. 0 o 0 o 0 o 0 It's quarter past three when we head for the station. Half an hour ago I was standing bent over my desk, my shorts and pants round my ankles and my top up round my chest while Greg pounded my arse. That was the third time today that he'd fucked me, my idea, not his. Makes me sound like a slut, doesn't it? I don't care; I love him to bits and it'll be weeks before I can see him again. We say our goodbyes and I watch him disappear onto the platform. I'm always a bit sad when he has to go home, but today's really bad. Before, James was there for me. Now he isn't; I've got nobody, not really. Yeah, I know I'll be back at school next week, and I'll get to see Brad and we can have sex and chat about anything I want, but he's got a boyfriend; he's not MINE. 0 o 0 o 0 o 0 You might think that having sex with Greg would have relieved the horniness. It hasn't, it's made it worse; when I'm on my own, sex is all I think about. Friday morning I go to Tom's house. We finish our science projects then go for a run. I'm really getting into running with him; I can feel myself getting stronger each time we do it. Afterwards Tom has a shower. I don't `cause I'll only need another one when I go home. He doesn't tell me to go downstairs but he looks really uncomfortable, like he wants to ask me to, only he doesn't, so I just do it anyway. It's not a problem; I know how shy he is, I'm not going to pressure him. It does seem a bit weird though. It's Saturday, and I'm as horny as fuck. Shit, I wish Michael was here, just so we could go for a kick-about or something, just to take my mind off it, but he won't get back till tomorrow. Gareth's gone with his mum and dad to Thorpe Park, a big theme park about fifteen miles from here, and they've invited Tom to go with them. So I'm on my own with nothing to do. I get onto my bike and head south, out into the country. It feels really good, but it'd be better if I had someone with me. And there's a problem; I don't know these lanes too well, I don't have a map and I'm not too sure where I am. After half an hour's riding, the lane I'm cycling along meets a busy main road. Mum's told me I'm not to cycle on roads like that; they're too dangerous. I could cross over and cycle down the lane on the other side, but I wouldn't have a clue where I was going if I did that; I might get lost. There's nothing for it; I turn round and head for home. Back at the house everything's quiet; I flop down in front of the telly. It's no good; there's nothing on that interests me, I just can't settle. The back lawn needs mowing; I might as well do it, at least it'll pass the time. It's nearly twelve o'clock when I finish. I've done a good job; mum'll be pleased when she sees I've done it without her having to ask me. It's getting very warm; I wander back into the house and get myself a cold drink. So now what am I going to do? The splash session at the pool starts at two. I check my money; I've just got enough. I've never been to the pool on my own, but I might as well; I've got nothing else to do. Then the thought hits me. What if HE'S there, the guy I saw checking me out? In an instant I'm hornier that ever; it's that scary but exciting thing again. What'll he do if he sees me on my own? He might come on to me, try to pick me up. Wow! My dick's throbbing like crazy just thinking about it. He was a fit guy, well, fit enough. The way I'm feeling at the moment, I'd go with him, no question. I wonder how big his cock is; he had shorts on the last time so I never saw it. I stroll into the kitchen and fix myself a snack; I don't want too much to eat if I'm going to the pool. Afterwards, I potter around doing this and that, trying to keep myself busy. Nothing works; I've got a hard-on like you wouldn't believe. I change into my black denim shorts then get my swimming things together. I don't usually cycle to the pool, but I will today; there's a cycle rack right by the entrance so it won't be a problem. If something does happen, I can collect it from there afterwards. It's twenty to two when I set off; it takes just over five minutes. I lock my bike into the cycle rack and head into the foyer. At least cycling here has killed my hard-on; if I'd walked my dick would be tenting my shorts. I pay my money and make my way into the changing room. It feels weird, being here on my own. Still, it's not a problem; I'm just going to do what I always do. I go to my usual place on the benches, strip my clothes off and pull on my swimming shorts, stowing my things in a locker. I trot through to the pool. It's not as busy as I expected; I guess that `cause there've been splash sessions on all week most kids don't bother at the weekend when there are lots of adults here. I stroll up to the deep end as two pool attendants put out the diving board. While I'm waiting for them to finish I look across at the swimming lanes. I can't spot the guy, but if he's down at the far end I guess I wouldn't recognise him. I wait my turn and take my first dive. I get out of the water and rejoin the line; the three girls we've been chatting to are right there. "Is Andrew here?" Gemma asks. "Don't think so," I tell her. "D'you know if he's coming?" "Nah; haven't seen him since we were here on Wednesday." "Michael's back tomorrow, isn't he?" Rachel says. "Yeah, but I don't think he'll be home till late." I tell her. "You're his best mate, or at least he says you are," she informs me. After the way things have been recently it's great to know he said that. "We'll all be here Monday; it's the last one." I say. "You here on your own then? Gemma enquires, looking at me quizzically. "Looks like it; Tom and Gareth have gone to Thorpe Park and Michael's away; not sure what Andrew and Josh are doing." "Guess we'll see you Monday, then," she says. They've reached the front of the line so that's it. I take half a dozen dives then go to play on the mats and stuff. It's okay, but it's not that much fun when you're on your own. If the other lads were here we'd be playing with the girls, tipping them off their mats and whatever, but being on my own, that just doesn't seem right; I don't know why. By ten to three I've had enough. I get out of the pool, make my way to the changing room and hit the showers; that's not much fun either when there's nobody to have a laugh with. I'm just about to get out when HE appears. Fuck! He must have been here all the time! I never noticed him, but it looks like he must have spotted me; I guess he must have seen me on the diving board. He stands next to me and skins his shorts right off. I glance down; a thick six inches soft, at least as big as James's; I'm guessing it might be even bigger when it's hard. It's very hairy too. Wow! I stroll across to the lockers, collect my stuff and put it on the bench where I always change. I dry my chest and back, taking a look around. An older guy makes his way out, so now me and the guy in the showers are the only ones in here. I swallow hard and take my shorts off, just like I always do. A few seconds later he's at the bench right opposite me. I play it as cool as I can, pretending I haven't noticed him, but he knows what's going on and so do I; in less than half a minute my cock's as hard as iron. I make sure he gets a good look, finish drying myself and sneak a glance. He smiles at me and licks his lips. Without even thinking, I turn towards the bench, pick up my briefs and slip them on. Suddenly my blood runs cold. Fuck! He's just seen my bum! I get into my shorts and my top then sit on the bench to put on my socks and trainers. My stiffy's totally gone. I'm so nervous I hardly dare look at him, but I've got to do it. I glance up; he's still smiling but his eyes tell me everything. He's noticed all right; he knows I've been fucked, now he wants some. My eyes track downwards. There's a huge tent in his boxers; I was right; he's got a monster. Shit! What am I doing?! This isn't what I want! My heart's racing; all I want to do is get out of the place. I tell my self to keep calm; there's no way he'll to try anything in here. I get my things together and put them into my backpack, fumbling like an idiot. I snatch another glance. He's pulling up his jeans and he's still got to put his socks and shoes on. I take a deep breath, put on my backpack and make my way out through the foyer. I glance over my shoulder; he hasn't followed me, not yet anyway. I quickly unlock my bike, securing the lock to the frame. I ride out onto the road. As I turn for home I see him coming out of the building. He stands there watching as I ride away.