Date: Thu, 7 Feb 2008 19:43:17 +0000 From: pinkpanther2@hotmail.co.uk Subject: 'A Warm April Saturday' chapter 25 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 FIVE Well, I guess things could have gone a lot worse; at least I've still got SOME friends and I'm well pleased with how the athletics match went and getting asked to join the local club. From what Mark told me, their young athletes' team is one of the best in the country. He seems a nice guy; I could see that Liam and Alwyn like him. I asked mum about it last night. She's promised to ring Mark today while she's at work to ask him to come over to the house; I hope she remembers. Even so, it's early days; Courtney's not going to give it up yet, despite what Nathan said to him. I'll be okay most of the time, but one day they will catch me on my own and then I could be in real trouble. The other worrying thing is that mum doesn't know yet, about what happened, I mean. She's bound to find out soon; she meets so many people in the supermarket, somebody's bound to say something, and she's going to want to know why me and Michael aren't mates any more. Then the questions are going to start. I haven't a clue what I'm going to say. I could try denying it, say it was all a mistake, but that's just not going to work. I don't want to do that anyway. Me and mum have been getting on great the past few weeks. She's bound to find out I'm gay sooner or later; lying about it now would ruin everything. But what'll happen if I tell her? Will she put two and two together and realise what me and James were up to? I'm not sure, but she might. And then what? There's no way I can own up to that! Now I'm guessing there are guys reading this who think that's exactly what I should do, like James took advantage of me and I should tell mum exactly what happened. Bollocks! Mum's taken the way James treated her really well; somehow it's brought us closer together than we've ever been. If she knew that the whole thing was a lie from start to finish she'd be heartbroken; I just can't do that to her. Worse than that, she'd know I went along with it; she'd never be able to trust me again. So I'm keeping my mouth shut about it for mum, yeah? No, I'm doing it for me. If I tell mum that James was having sex with me she'll call the police; no ifs or buts, she'll call them. If they go to James's apartment they might find those vids that Vince made, then the shit'll be right in the fan. I'll have coppers all over me, asking me who the other boy was, all sorts of shit; I can't face that. And people are bound to find out; they always do. Then some of the kids at school will get to know and my life won't be worth living. So it's my secret and it's going to stay that way. I wander towards the kitchen; the phone rings. "Hi Chris!" the voice says, it's Greg!" "Hi Greg! I wasn't expecting you to call!" "Chris, me and Uncle Vince are on our way to Gatwick Airport to pick up Uncle Kevin and Auntie Maeve, yeah? Well, we're a bit early. Uncle Vince wants to know if we can pop in to see you; he wants to have a chat with you if it's okay." "Yeah, mum's at work and I'm not doing anything." "Cool! We'll be about twenty minutes." Getting to see Greg again so soon is a real bonus, but if Vince wants to chat to me I'm not sure we'll have time to do anything. Oh, well! I close my curtains and get things ready just in case. I'm not sure what Vince wants to chat about; mum and James splitting up, I guess, but there isn't much I can tell him. Twenty minutes seems to last forever. At last there's a ring on the doorbell; I rush to answer it. "Good to see you again!" Greg says, smiling as he steps inside, his eyes sparkling. Vince follows him in and closes the door. We pad through to the lounge room and flop down, Vince and Greg on the sofa and me on the chair opposite. "So how are things?" Vince asks. "Okay, I guess," I say. "And your mum still has no idea what was going on?" "Nah, not a clue." "Well let's hope it stays like that," he says firmly. "I've told James he's taking too many risks doing what he's doing, but he won't listen, seems to think he's bloody fireproof; he's bound to get caught sooner or later if he carries on. I just don't want to anywhere around when it happens. It's a numbers thing; the more often you do it, the greater the chance that you'll get caught." "Well, I'm not going to say anything," I tell him. "Yeah, that's good, but it's wrong what he's doing; leading you on like that then dumping you when things get a bit difficult. I told him if he wants to play the numbers game, he should just take a holiday in the Far East and he can have all the boys he wants." "There has been a bit of a problem," I say quietly. "Oh, so what's that then?" I tell him what's happened. "I've warned you about that, now haven't I?" he says, turning to Greg. "You see how easy it is to get labelled!" He turns back to me. "Even so, you shouldn't be having to put up with that kind of shit. What are the school doing about it? Nothing, I'd guess." "Well, yesterday lunchtime when they were trying to have a go at me two of the senior boys got rid of them, told them they'd have to spend all their time with one of the teachers if they caught them doing it again." "Well, that's something, but if things start getting difficult for you, I'll send three of my boys over. If this kid thinks he's a big hard-man he won't be thinking that by the time they've finished with him!" I'm totally shocked; I don't know what to say. "Look, it's a rough, tough business we're in," he says grinning at me, "and there are a lot of rough, tough people in it; if you want to survive, you have to be as rough and tough as everyone else, that's how it is. Now we don't go looking for trouble; I win my work fair and square, but if someone wants to bring trouble to us, we'll deal with it. Now if this kid's fucking with you, he's fucking with me, and people don't fuck with me and get away with it, is that right, Greg? Greg smiles but doesn't say anything; he looks like a young Michael Corleone again. "Well, I'm not sure," I say quietly. "It's not too bad at the moment." "Well, if it does get bad and you need a bit of help, just ask. All I need is the name, his address and a good description." He passes me his business card. "Put that somewhere that your mum won't find it," he says. "The thing I'm really worried about is mum finding out," I tell him. "So what are you going to say?" he asks. "I'm going to have to tell her I'm gay," I say, not actually looking at him, "there's just no way round it. She'll know I'm lying if I don't. I'm worried that she'll want to know if me and James were doing stuff. I guess I'll just have to say no, but I'm not sure she'll believe me." "That's not going to work," he says. "You're going to have to be a bit cleverer than that; throw her off the scent." "What d'you mean?" I ask. "Well, say that you really wanted it to happen but it never did." "Like I was flirting with him and he told me to stop it?" "Yeah, that's perfect; you'll have already told her you're gay, so it won't do any harm, now will it? It's called damage limitation. Don't try to make yourself look good; that's the mistake everybody makes. She'll see right through that." It sounds like a bit of a gamble; mum will be totally shocked if I do what he says, but I guess that's the point. This might just work. "Well, he says, I'm glad you told me; things could get very awkward if you're mum realises what was going on here. Well, we'd better be on our way; the plane lands in half an hour." "Uncle Vince," Greg says, "we're only half an hour from the airport, and it'll take them at least another half an hour to get through by the time they've collected their bags. Couldn't me and Chris, you know, spend some time together?" There's a pause while Vince looks at his watch and thinks about it. "Go on!" he says finally. "Ten minutes! No more, mind!" Me and Greg hurry up to my bedroom. I close the door. "Looks like you've been getting things ready," Greg comments, noting the closed curtains and the towel draped over the bedside cabinet. I pull him into a wonderful, passionate kiss, our hard dicks grinding together. Fuck! He's everything I could ever want; I wish I could have him here all the time! Our mouths part. "Come on," he whispers, "we haven't got long." "Long enough for me to do this," I tell him. I drop onto my knees, quickly pulling down his shorts and boxer briefs. I moisten my lips and take his beautiful cock fully into my mouth, working my tongue all over it. "Oh, Chris!" he moans. "That is sooo good!" I let him go and get to my feet. "You're beautiful!" I breathe. "You know what I want. Let's do it." I bend over the bedside cabinet, feet well apart. Greg shuffles round behind me, skinning my shorts and underpants down my legs. I pass him the KY. He lubes me up then moves in close, guiding his cock onto my hole. One quick thrust and it slides right into me. "Fuck! You're awesome," he whispers. "I've been waiting for this!" "Do it Greg!" I say, a note of urgency in my voice. "Do it hard!" He sets to work, going quite slowly at first then building it up till he's fucking me stupid. The sensations are unbelievable; I'd never get tired of him fucking me like this. "Oooh, Greg!" I moan. "Play with my cock!" He closes his fingers round my throbbing dick. "Fuck! Your are so horny!" he gasps, pounding my arse even harder. Suddenly everything goes mental, my muscles twitching uncontrollably, lights flashing, the whole room shaking like the house is going to fall down. My balls fire into action, my bum gripping Greg's cock like a vice. A moment later my spunk squirts through his fingers and splashes onto the towel. "Oh fuck!" he groans. "I'm gonna cum! Oh! Oh!! Aaarrgghhhh!!!" His big cock jerks powerfully, sending several volleys of warm, creamy spunk deep into my bum. Oh yes! That was what I wanted, what I'll always want! After a few seconds he gently pulls out, his cock making a quiet popping noise as it slips out of me. "Oh wow!" he breathes. "That was the best, man! You are the horniest kid ever; you must be! James is a fucking idiot; he'll never find another boy like you!" We dress quickly. I don't bother with the bathroom; that can wait. "We're going away at half term," he says quietly. "I'm going to miss you. Hope I'll see you in the summer, yeah?" "Yeah, me too," I say, disappointed that I'm going to have to wait so long. "Gotta go," he says kissing my nose. "Uncle Vince will be getting restless!" He trots down the stairs with me following behind. "Well, looks like you enjoyed yourselves!" Vince comments. "Come on; we don't want to be late!" I watch them head down the path and drive away. Greg going away at half term's a bummer; I'm really going to miss seeing him. I go back to my bedroom. I've messed my underpants; I need to change them. I look at Vince's business card sitting on my desk. I hide it inside one of my books. I'm hoping I won't need to use it. I know Courtney's a bully, but he's twelve years old, the same as me. Having him worked over up by three Irish road workers just so he leaves me alone, well, it's not right, is it? It'd make me as bad as him. I've just got to hope things don't get that far. 0 o 0 o 0 o 0 First the good news: mum's said I can join the athletics club. Mark came over yesterday lunchtime and got it all sorted. Me and Tom will run together on Fridays and Sundays unless we're racing, and we'll train at the club Tuesdays and Thursdays. I'm really looking forward to it. Now the bad news: Mr. Sheridan wants to see me. I walk into his classroom and close the door. My heart's thumping; I know I'm in trouble. "Sit down," he says quietly, pointing to the chair by his desk. "So perhaps you'd like to tell me what's been going on," he says. Oh no I wouldn't! This is so embarrassing; I just don't know what to say. I shift uneasily in my seat, trying to think of something. "Well let me tell you what I know," he continues. "You were seen one lunchtime last week, walking round from the far end of the technology block in the company of Anthony Reid. Correct?" "Sir," I say, almost in a whisper. "So how did you meet him?" he asks. "He's not in your year; he doesn't live anywhere near you, and he's certainly not the sort of boy you usually hang out with. In fact, I can't thing of anything you'd have in common." Oh shit! He knows exactly why I met him and what we've been doing. "Now let's cut to the chase," he says. "There are twelve hundred boys here. Things go on; it would be surprising if they didn't, but I have to say that I didn't expect you to be involved. Anthony has a certain reputation and doesn't seem too bothered who knows what he gets up to. Well, as a result of your indiscretion it seems you've been tarred with the same brush, so now you've got Courtney Fredericks and his cronies giving you a hard time of it, and a few others as well, I shouldn't wonder." "Sir." "Well, if it's just a bit of name-calling, I'm afraid you're going to have to live with it. Actions have consequences and you need to understand that. But if it goes any further, you've got to tell me. We have a strong anti-bullying policy here; you're a very good student and we're not going to stand by and let anybody ruin that for you. D'you understand?" "Sir." "So is this why you and Michael have fallen out?" he asks. "Yes, sir." "D'you want me to have a word with him about it?" "No thanks, sir. Me and Michael have been mates since we were six. I think we're going to have to sort it out ourselves." "Fair enough," he says. "So is that why you've taken to hanging out with Brad Thompson? That's another odd choice, and I'm not even going to ask how you met him." "Yeah, I guess. Brad knows Courtney and his mates; they don't way a word to me when I'm with him. Anyway, Brad's okay, sir!" "Yeah, Brad's a nice lad and very bright; he's in my year nine class. He's not exactly a grade `A' student though. He could do really well if he wanted to; unfortunately he's not interested, which is a great shame." Well, that's not a surprise, but I know what he means. "Chris," he says, looking at me intently, "is it okay if I ask you something, you know, strictly between you and me?" I nod my agreement. "This really isn't my business," he continues, "but you getting involved with Anthony just seems so out of character. You told me you and your mum's ex-boyfriend were very close, correct?" "Sir," I say quietly. Fuck! I know where this is going. I never thought he'd ask me about that; it's like he can see right through me! I've gone bright red; I can feel it. Shit! I'm so embarrassed I can't even look at him. "Chris, is there anything wrong?" "No sir," I say, almost in a whisper. I'm still looking at the floor, like I'm waiting for a hole to open up so I can disappear into it. I feel such an idiot. "Your relationship with your mum's ex hadn't got a little closer than it should have done, had it?" he continues. "No way ..sir!" I say, finally making myself face him. "I am gay though," I add, almost as a note of defiance. "Well, at least you're facing up to it and not trying to tell everyone that it was all a big misunderstanding. What you need to do now is get your head down and get on with your studies and your running. And if Courtney Fredericks or anyone else is making that difficult for you, you've got to tell me; understand? "Yes, sir." I leave the classroom. He knew way more than I thought he would; I almost freaked when he asked me about James. But I got through it, just about. So now I've got to do like he says; get my head down and get on with what I came here for. I head out of the building to find Brad. The Yardie Boys are standing by the wall about thirty yards away; they don't seem to have noticed me. Anthony walks right past them, heading in my direction. They don't say a word. That is well odd. There he is, the school slut, on his own and they don't say a word to him. I'm sure it can't be down to Nathan; up till the other day, Nathan didn't even know who Courtney was. Anthony approaches the doorway where I'm standing. "Hi!" I say, grinning at him. "Hi, man!" he says, smiling back. "I didn't see you there! You okay?" "Yeah, not bad," I tell him. Fuck! He is sooo cute when he smiles like that! He beckons me to one side walking me back towards where the Yardie Boys are standing. "Have those shit heads been giving you a hard time, `cause they saw you with me?" he asks quietly. "Sort of; it's not too bad though, well, not yet anyway." "That's pathetic man!" he says. "They go round like they're really something; they're fuck all. Well, I shouldn't worry too much. Everybody hates them; it's not like lots of kids are going to join in. Most of the kids here are okay; they are with me, anyway." By now we're walking right past them, barely five yards away. They stand and watch and don't say one word. 0 o 0 o 0 o 0 School's finished for the day. Brad meets me near the door to the classroom block; since the incident with the Yardie Boys it's become our regular routine. "Hang on here for a bit till everyone's gone," he says casually, "then we'll go you know where, yeah?" "Brad, why don't we go round to mine instead? It's not far." "Is that cool?" he asks, raising an eyebrow. "What about the kid who lives a few doors away, you know the one you had a bust-up with?" "That's no problem; every day he goes over to Deans Park to meet his girlfriend, then they walk back to her house, they don't rush either. He won't be home for ages." "Okay then," he says. We stroll very slowly across the playground. The Yardie Boys are waiting near the gate. They see me with Brad and think better of starting anything. We wander along to the newsagents on the corner, about two hundred yards from the school gate. Brad usually leaves me to walk home from there once we've checked that the coast's clear. He pauses for a few moments, looking around. It's already pretty quiet; there are still a few kids around but none of them gives us a second look. "Okay" he says quietly. "You go ahead; I'll follow, yeah? Just in case anyone does see us; it's better for you and better for me." The walk passes without incident; nobody takes the slightest interest in us. I open the front door and let myself in; as I turn round Brad's right behind me. "Nice gaff," he says. "You bought it, yeah?" "Yeah, well, mum bought it on a mortgage; she's going to be paying it off, like forever!" "Better than renting a place," he says. "At least you will own it one day. So what time's your mum get home?" "About six; we've got ages. Want a drink?" "Please." We collect cold drinks from the fridge and head up to my room. I draw the curtains. "So this is where it happened, yeah; you and your mum's boyfriend?" he asks, looking round. "Not always; Saturday mornings mum used to go off to work leaving James in bed, so I went and got in with him." "Serious? That's cool, man! What'd your mum think if she knew you'd been doing it in her bed? Fuck!" "Yeah, well she doesn't and she's not going to find out." "Cool," he says, grinning at me. We discard our blazers and start to undress each other. He's not pretty like Anthony or super-fit like Greg, but in his own way he is very cute, and so sexy! He's got a really nice body and his legs are amazing; I guess I shouldn't have been surprised that he's on the athletics team. As soon as we're naked we snuggle up on the bed, our mouths meeting in a delicious kiss; it lasts for several minutes before we pull apart. Brad's a really cool kid; I love being with him like this. "Brad," I ask, "what's the score with Anthony?" "What d'you mean?" I tell him about this morning. "He walked right past them," I conclude. "They never said a word." "They wouldn't," he says, sounding very matter-of-fact. "That don't want to end up under three feet of concrete. Anthony's all right; he's got someone looking after him." "What?" I ask; I've no idea what he's talking about. "There's this geezer, name's Dave Foreman," he says. "Serious villain, did time for armed robbery a few years back, but that's the only time the coppers have caught him since he was my age, yeah? He was brought up on the Leys; his mum still lives there. He doesn't; he's got a big house down in Kent somewhere. Anyway he's into boys. Well, as it goes, he got out of nick a few months after Anthony came back to live with his mum. He was only just ten, but as soon as he got home he was out picking up punters. Now there's this guy lives near us, who thinks he's mates with Dave; he's not, he's just Dave's fuckin' gofer. Well, he told Dave about Anthony, so Dave went and picked him up, took a real shine to him, yeah? Anyway, the word soon went round; Anthony's a friend of Dave Foreman's and you'd better leave him alone if you want to keep living." Holy shit! So it really does work like that! "This guy Dave," I ask. "Does he drive a black Mercedes with tinted windows?" "Yeah, man!" Brad says, sounding surprised. "How d'you know that?" "The first time me and Anthony did it, yeah, we walked out of school together afterwards. He went across to the bus stop; this black Mercedes pulled up and he got in." "You don't miss much, do you?" he says, clearly impressed. "What'll happen to Anthony when he gets older?" I ask. "Oh, he'll be okay," Brad says, "Dave'll look after him." "I thought, you know, like the guy with the sports car?" "Dave always looks after the people who work with him, that's what Barry says; reckons that's the main reason the coppers never caught him till this armed robbery went tits up. Anyway, he's got this string of betting shops; Antony'll end up running one of them, maybe even running the whole fuckin' lot. People think Anthony's a muppet `cause he can't read very well. He's not; he's dyslexic. You ask him anything about money or percentages or odds or gambling; the kid's a fuckin' genius!" "Wow! That's well cool! I like Anthony; he's okay." "Yeah. Tell you what surprised me; Barry reckons Dave's done some really heavy stuff that the coppers have never been able to do him for, yeah, but Anthony says he's the gentlest punter he's ever been with, loves him to bits. When he goes to stay over, Dave pays for this special tutor to help him with his reading. Ant says that if anyone hurt him, Dave'd fuckin' kill `em." Dave sounds so much like Vince. Yeah, I know Vince doesn't do armed robberies, but in other ways they seem really alike. That is well weird. "So what about you?" I ask, changing the subject. "What are you going to do when you leave school?" "Sales," he says casually. "Why you asking?" I tell him about the chat with Mr. Sheridan. "Sheridan's a good teacher and that," he says, sounding irritated, "explains stuff really well; he's great with kids like you, but he's always getting on at me `cause I only do what I have to, init?" He stretches out, looking right into my eyes. "I can already do the stuff I'm gonna need, so what's the point? I'm gonna be a salesman, yeah? Mum reckons I could sell ice to Eskimos. Good salesmen earn a fuckin' mint; I'll make more money than Sheridan ever will." I can't help admire the kid; he knows exactly where he's going, his self-confidence is amazing. I lick his nose. "I reckon you could too," I say quietly, "sell ice to Eskimos." I lick my way down his body, stopping off at each nipple and his tummy-button before closing my lips over his throbbing cock. I love doing it like this; it's great not having to rush. "Oh, that's good, man!" he sighs. "D'you sixty-nine?" "Yeah." "Let's do it." We move into position, each of us lying on our left side; we fit perfectly. I take him into my mouth again, sucking him slowly, savouring the taste, the texture, his musky boy-smell. Fuck! When we're like this I love everything about him! He's doing a number on me too, making my cock tingle beautifully without ever doing enough to make me cum. Oh, yeah! I pass him the lube, cocking my right leg so my knee's resting on his shoulder. He slips his hand between my legs, his fingers gently working the jelly into my bum. He touches my prostate. My cock twitches in his mouth. "You ready?" he asks. "Yeah!" "How d'you want it?" "Doggy-style." "Cool!" I grab my cum towel, spread it over the bed and position myself on top of it, knees apart, bum pushed back, head down on the pillow. Brad moves in behind me, his cock nuzzling my bum-hole. He holds me round the hips; a moment later it spears right into me. "Oh, Brad!" I moan. "That's wicked, man! Fuck me Brad, hard as you like!" He doesn't need to be asked twice; within seconds he's totally going for it, fucking me with everything he's got. Getting fucked in the boys' room doesn't come close to this! He reaches down and fondles my dick. "Do it Brad! I gasp! "Please!" Suddenly everything sort of dissolves in front of me, Brad pounding my arse the only thing I'm still aware of. I'm shaking like a jelly, my bum flaring and tightening round his cock. "Oh fuck!" I groan. "I'm cumming! Ohhhhh!" My dick jerks between Brad's fingers, my spunk spurting all over the towel. A few more thrusts and he's there too. "Nnng!" he gasps, "Here it cums! Oh, Nnnng! Oh, fuck! Aaaahhhh!!!" His spunk squirts over and over into my bum. Then it's over; everything's at peace, all my tension and worries totally gone. That was awesome! After a few seconds he eases back, his cock popping out of my bum. I don't think me and Brad could ever be boyfriends, even if he hadn't already got one, but as a fuck-buddy he's everything I could hope for.