Date: Sun, 17 Feb 2008 18:12:12 +0000 From: pinkpanther2@hotmail.co.uk Subject: 'A Warm April Saturday' chapter 28 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 EIGHT Monday afternoon and I'm pottering around the house waiting for Daryl to arrive. I still have mixed feeling about inviting him, but I didn't have much choice; it was either Daryl or do without sex for a week. Now that people know I'm gay, I don't have a problem with us being seen together; it's not that, and he's a much nicer kid than I used to think. Even so, I'm not sure I could have him as a boyfriend; we're too different, I don't think it would work. There's a ring on the doorbell; I pad along the hallway and answer it. "Hi!" he says, smiling at me. He's wearing a crimson and white hooped tank-top and a pair of snug fitting, silver grey denim shorts that finish several inches above his knees. It's the first time I've seen him not in either school uniform or games kit. He looks very cute, just even more camp than usual. I don't care; he's in all my classes, people can't say too much about us being friends. In any case, Michael went out half an hour ago, almost certainly to meet Rachel; it's all he seems to think about at the moment. We collect cold drinks from the fridge and make our way to my bedroom. "You found it okay, then?" I ask, struggling to find something to talk about. "Yeah, thanks," he says, grinning at me. "You look very sexy in your soccer kit; I like that!" "You look pretty cute dressed like that, too!" I tell him, not bothering to add that I know several guys who'd fuck the arse off him given half a chance. "Shall we ., you know?" he asks nervously. "Yeah," I say quietly. Shoes and socks are quickly discarded. I gently help him off with his tank-top, running my fingers over his smooth, delicate skin. He runs his hands up inside my soccer shirt; that comes off too. We pull down each other's shorts. I reach down and feel his stiff cock through his soft white briefs. Fuck! He is so horny! "Let's get on the bed," I whisper. "Aren't we taking these off?" he asks. "Soon," I tell him. We snuggle up on the bed, arms wrapped round each other. "You seem to be getting on really well with Brad," I say quietly, stroking his hair. "Oh, yeah!" he responds, eyes sparkling. "He's so sexy; beautiful cock too! Shame he's away, he told me he and his boyfriend wanted to have a threesome with me." "So, would you have been up for that?" I ask, slightly shocked. "Yeah, why not?" he asks, like the idea of getting pronged by a sixteen year old he's never met didn't bother him at all. "Wouldn't you have been nervous about going there?" "No, they'd have met me at the bus stop; he told me. Have you been there?" "Yeah, I did once," I say casually, trying not to give too much away. I was as nervous as fuck all the way there; it wasn't really my scene either, but I'd rather he didn't know that. "So d'you like older boys, then?" "Yes, definitely!" he says, grinning at me. "I mean, I really like you, but I get a hard-on just looking at some of the older boys at school, and some of the teachers!" I could ask him if he's been to the technology block boys' room on his own, but think better of it. If he hasn't, I don't want to give him even more ideas; he's been taking quite enough risks as it is. "Do you fancy any of the teachers?" he continues. "I do, especially Mr. Sheridan; I'd love to suck him off!" "Well, I do a bit," I say guardedly. "I don't think you've got much chance there, though!" I'd go with Mr. Sheridan without even thinking about it if I got the chance; that's something else I'd rather he didn't know. "Do your mum and dad know you're gay?" I ask, changing the subject. "Doesn't everybody?" he asks, frowning. "We don't get on; nothing I do is ever good enough for them. Jonathan, my brother, got a scholarship to Christchurch. They have to pay a quarter of the fees, but they still sent him there. I was offered a place but I didn't get a scholarship, so they wouldn't pay for me; it's not like they can't afford it! I don't care," he adds defiantly. "I'll do just as well at Falconhurst as I would there." "So what does your dad do?" I ask quietly. "He's an accountant; he's a partner in one of the big accountancy firms in the City; mum's the H.R. manager. Jonathan's everything they ever wanted; he's good at cricket and tennis and he's better at things like maths and science than I am, so they think I'm a failure. I'm way better than he is at other stuff, but they don't care about that!" Daryl's brilliant at English; he writes really amazing stories. He beats me at a few other things too: French, history, art & design, music; I can't believe his parents treat him like that. "How old's your brother?" "Sixteen, he's just doing his GCSE's; I don't get on with him either; it's like he's ashamed of me being gay. He doesn't bully me or anything; just ignores me most of the time. When his friends come round I'm not even allowed to talk to them." "So is it just you and your brother?" "I wish!" he says vehemently. "I've got a little sister too; she's nine. She's dad's favourite; she can have anything she wants! She calls me a poof in front of her friends; I hate her!" We lie there not saying anything for several minutes; I hold him close, gently stroking his back. I've always thought of kids from posh homes as lucky; expensive clothes, holidays, cell phones, i- pods, lots of pocket money, but that's not what matters, is it? Daryl's home life sounds horrible; I wouldn't want to swap with him. "So what d'you want to do when you finish school," I ask. "I want to write stuff for television, like Russell Davies, who wrote `Queer as Folk'; he's my hero. Maybe even to write the story for a film. I'd like to direct my own stuff too, but that's really hard." I've just seen a whole different side to him that I never knew existed; he knows about stuff I don't have a clue about. "You'll do it," I say quietly, stroking his hair and looking right into his eyes. "I know you will." "Thanks," he says quietly. "You're cool." I run my hand down his back, pushing my fingers under the elastic of his briefs. I gently stroke his firm round bum-cheeks; he responds by fondling my dick. I slide a finger along his crack until I'm touching his boy-hole. "Mmmm!" he moans, smiling at me. "I like that!" "Time these came off," I say tugging at his briefs. He raises his bum off the bed while I slide them down his legs. "Now it's my turn!" he says, giving me a mischievous grin. I allow him to pull my underpants down, exposing my steel-hard cock. "That's what I want!" he whispers. He settles his head on my tummy, holding the base of my dick between thumb and index finger. He pulls the foreskin back slightly, his tongue licking the small shiny head. A moment later he sinks right down on it, until the whole of my slim four and three quarter inches is engulfed in his warm, wet mouth. He sucks on it slowly, his tongue working overtime, his fingers caressing my balls. He's amazing; he's only done this a few times but he's giving me as good a blow-job as anyone ever has, even Greg. I gently stroke his hair with one hand, my other hand reaching down his back to fondle his bum. After a couple of minutes he lets me go and looks up. "Are you going to fuck me?" he asks. "D'you want me to?" "Yeah!" he says emphatically. "Well, we'd better get you ready then!" I say quietly. We change places, my lips clamped round his hard little spike. He opens his legs, pulling up his knees so his feet are flat on the bed. I slip my hand between his thighs and work some KY into his bum, using just one finger at first then adding a second. I touch his prostate, his cock twitches sharply, hitting the roof of my mouth. That's it; he's ready. I move round and kneel between his legs, smearing KY over my dick. "How are we doing it?" he asks. "Like this." I lift his legs, or at least I try to, but he feels like a plank of wood, stiff and awkward, not lithe and supple the way Anthony did. "Pull your legs back so your knees are by your shoulders," I tell him. He can't get anywhere near it. I try to help him. "Oww!" he protests. "That hurts!" I look down at him. His knees are still quite close together; getting between his legs to kiss him while we fuck is going to be very difficult. For a moment I don't understand why he can't do what I told him; then it dawns on me. This is why he's so useless at sport; well, it's at least part of the reason. "No problem," I say. "We'll do it a different way. How would you like it?" "Lying on my tummy with you on top of me." "Cool. Put the pillows under your hips so your bum's sticking up; it's better like that." He gets into position, legs spread wide, holding his bum-cheeks apart as I lower myself onto him. I position my cock against his hole and push, the first couple of inches spearing into his tight little bottom. "Oh, Chris!" he gasps. "That's nice!" Get it all up there!" I lift up a little then thrust down hard; another inch or so disappears inside him, the head hitting his sex-button on the way through. "Oooh!" he groans. "That's wicked!" One more thrust and my tummy's welded tight to his bottom. "Is that good?" I whisper. "Yeah!" he breathes. "Oh, do it, Chris! I want your spunk up my bum!" I'm aware of the tight little sheath gripping my cock, the smallest movement sending it into overload. I start to fuck him, taking it slow, supporting myself on my hands. "Lie right down!" he demands. "I want to feel you on top of me!" I do as he says, my heart thumping between his shoulder blades. I try to keep it slow, but my dick's got other ideas. In less than a minute I'm fucking him stupid. "Ohh!!" he moans. "Oh yeah! Do it, Chris! Fuck me hard!" I'm totally going for it as it is; with a supreme effort I ratchet it up another notch. "Ohh! Oh fuck!" he gasps, his body hit by violent spasms, his bum gripping my cock even tighter. "Nnng! Nnng!! Ahhhhhh!!!" Fuck! He's dry cum against the pillow! That is wild! The feeling takes me right over the edge; my spunk shooting over and over into his tight little arse. I collapse on top of him. Holy shit! Nothing can be more intense than that! I'm not sure how long it is, but for a while I'm so far out of it I hardly know where I am. I'm suddenly aware of lying there on top of him, heart pounding, my cock still buried in his bum. I take a few deep breaths and lift myself off him. He doesn't move, just lies where he was, the skin around his boy-hole glowing red from the fucking I just gave him. "Are you okay?" I ask. "Oh yeah!" he breathes. "That was the best!" He rolls onto his side. "Not going to the bathroom?" I ask. "No, I like having your spunk inside me," he says, smiling. I retrieve my cum-towel; stains on the bed covers would take a bit of explaining. "Lie on that, just in case," I tell him. I help him spread the towel underneath him then pull him into a delicious post-fuck kiss; he does it beautifully. In between kissing and fondling each other we chat about all sorts of things, or to be more exact, I listen to him chatting about all sorts of things. I try really hard to take an interest in the stuff he's talking about, even though most of it goes right over my head, but it's a one-way street. It goes back to the reason I took a dislike to him when we were first in class together; he can only talk about himself and the things he's interested in. That settles it; Daryl as a fuck-buddy is fine, Daryl as a boyfriend is a non-starter. After half an hour I'm horny enough to fuck him again if I wanted to, but I don't; I'm bored and slightly irritated. I make an excuse that I've got to do something and send him on his way. He'll be back tomorrow. 0 o 0 o 0 o 0 He was too. This time I was ready for him; I didn't want another ear- bashing about the books he's been reading or the films he's seen. We had sex, of course; I fucked him with him on all fours at the bottom of the bed and me standing behind him. It was awesome, but as soon as we'd finished I told him I needed to go round to Tom's house and got rid of him. Right now I'm off to meet him down by the shops. He can't come round to mine because it's mum's day off. This is a total bummer; mum doesn't have to work Sundays very often, but this coming Sunday is one of them. We've got another young athletes' match on Sunday and she won't be able to come, but worse than that, she gets two days off during the week, today and tomorrow. That's two days I either have to do without sex or find somewhere else to do it. I guess going without wouldn't be too hard; I don't usually have sex every day, but when Daryl's almost begging for it, well, what would you do? I feel a bit guilty about that. We did it that once in the boys' room months ago but I never had much to do with him afterwards so he never did it again. But since I told him about the technology block and introduced him to Brad, he's gone completely wild. It's all so new to him; he's like a kid in a sweetshop, he can't get enough of it. I reach the small group of shops at the corner of Spring Drive. He's already there waiting for me. "Hi!" he says brightly. "Where are we going?" "Falcon's Wood," I tell him. "There are plenty of places we can hide where nobody will see us." "Cool!" he says. "Have you ever done it there before?" "Yeah, sort of," I say guardedly, hoping he isn't going to ask who I was with. He doesn't; he starts talking about all this arty stuff again. Well, it won't be for long; in five minutes we'll have got ourselves hidden away and I'll be well on my way to fucking him senseless. We turn in through the gate and tramp along the path towards the woods. That's when I clock him, the guy from the swimming pool, sitting on one of the benches. I wonder for a second why he's always here when we're off school. Then it hits me; he's a teacher, he has to be! I'm sort of hoping he won't have spotted us; well, I can forget that, he's staring right in our direction. I'm wearing my Crystal Palace top and my black denim shorts; Daryl's dressed much the same as he was on Monday, same shorts anyway, so I guess to a guy like him we both look pretty hot. I glance across, wondering if he's realised what we're up to. That's scary; if he has, he might try to follow us and get in on the action. Daryl's so wrapped up in what he's yakking about he doesn't even notice the guy. In a way, that's a relief; I'm not exactly sure how he'd react, but it's likely to be one of two things: either it'd totally freak him out or he'd suggest we pick the guy up and take him with us. Whichever, I don't need it. We continue our stroll into the trees. I look around; he doesn't seem to be following us. I lead Daryl off the path and into some thick bushes. He moves through them rather awkwardly, like he's afraid of getting his nice clothes dirty. It only takes a couple of minutes for us to I find what I'm looking for, a place where we're pretty much hidden from all sides. Even better, there's the stump of what must have been quite a big tree. It's about two feet high, reaching almost up to my groin; it could come in very useful later. "You okay with this?" I ask. "Yeah, this is cool," he says. "Here, let me take your top off." I'm nervous about this, but I don't want Daryl to know why. It's that guy I saw sitting on the bench. I can't see him, I can't hear him, but here's he's here watching us, I can feel it. Okay, so maybe I'm a teeny bit paranoid. I make a final check; there's no sign of anyone. "Okay," I tell him. He helps me off with my top; I return the favour. He runs his hand over my chest, caressing my nipples. "You're really nice," he says, smiling at me. "Are we going to get naked?" "Nah," I say calmly, "Too risky; we'll just drop our shorts and pants in case we hear someone coming." "Okay," he says, looking disappointed. "Come on then!" We undo each others shorts and let them fall to the ground. We're both tenting our underpants. Daryl drops to his knees and pulls mine right down to my ankles. "Beautiful cock!" he says, running his fingers over it. "I love it!" He opens his mouth and sucks it in until the head's touching his tonsils. Oh yeah! He can do this anytime he likes! I ruffle his hair. "Nice!" I whisper, "That's wicked!" He continues to work his magic; this is heaven! Here I am on a warm sunny day out in the woods with a real cute kid sucking me off; it just doesn't get much better than that. I feel myself getting close; I'm going to let him finish me off if that's what he wants. Instead he pulls off, giving my cock one final lick. "Was that good?" he asks, grinning at me and licking his lips. "Yeah! Fuck! That was amazing!" We swap places. I skin his sexy white briefs down his legs and devour his hard little spike; it's throbbing like crazy. Almost without thinking I run my hand up between his legs, my finger homing in on his pucker. I massage it gently. "Mmmm!" he moans. I'm like on autopilot; I've totally forgotten about the guy from the swimming pool. I pull the tube of KY from the pocket of my shorts and lube up my fingers. A few seconds later I've got two fingers right up his bum. I'm sucking him, finger fucking him, doing it like it's the only thing in the world that matters; working my fingers round to open him up, touching his prostate, making his little cock twitch in my mouth. After a couple of minutes I let him go. "Come on!" he says impatiently. "I want you to fuck me!" It's more of an order than a request, not that I'm complaining. "Bend over there!" I tell him, indicating the tree-stump. He shuffles into position, his well-lubed bum-hole twitching invitingly. I lube up my dick, move in behind and push hard. After a moment's resistance the head goes into him. "Oooh!" he gasps. I hold him round the hips and pull him onto me till my balls slap against his bum. "Is that what you want?" I whisper. "Oh, yeah!" he gasps! "Oh, fuck me, Chris!" I pull back, watching my greasy cock slide out of his tight little hole. I pause for a moment then slam it right in, hitting his prostate on the way. There's no stopping now; I quickly build up the pace until I'm pounding his arse with long, powerful thrusts. I love doing it like this; I can pull right back each time until just the head's left inside him before stuffing it in again. Daryl likes it too, judging by the noise he's making. I reach down and fondle his cock; it's twitching like you wouldn't believe. A few seconds later the muscle spasms hit him, his body bucking violently, his bum tightening around my dick. "Oh!" he gasps "Ohh! Ohh!! Nnngggg!!!" His cock springs into life, jerking and pulsing between my fingers. Suddenly his orgasm's over; he collapses like a rag doll. I move my hands down, holding him firmly around the tops of his thighs as I carry on fucking him as hard as I can go. Not for long though; another half a minute and it's my turn, my balls churning into action. "Oh fuck!" I groan. "Oh, I gonna cum! Nnng! Nnng!! Aaarrrggghhh!!!" My spunk spurts over and over into his cute little bum. My head's swimming; I hardly know where I am. I blow out hard then pull in several deep breaths, a little trick Mark taught us to help us recover during our training sessions on the track. I guess he didn't expect me to be using it for this! Slowly and carefully I pull out. Daryl's boy-hole twitches a couple of times then clamps shut. The skin around it is even redder, angry-looking from all the action it's been getting. For some reason I glance to my left. There he is, the guy from the pool, crouching in the bushes just a few yards away. How the fuck he got there without me seeing or hearing him I have no idea. As he sees me looking at him he stands up and grins. He's got his dick out; it's as big as I thought it would be, around eight inches and thick, the large purple head completely exposed. He jerks it a couple of times and cums all over the place, his spunk spurting high into the bushes. Holy shit! I hope Daryl doesn't see him! I take Daryl by the shoulders, gently pulling him round the other way so he's got his back to the guy, our mouths meeting in a full-scale lip lock. I give it a minute or so then slowly pull away. I glance over his shoulder; Pool-Man's disappeared from view. "So how was that?" I ask quietly, smiling down at my smaller fuck- buddy. "Wicked!" he says, eyes sparkling. "I love doing it with you!" We slowly get ourselves dressed and wander slowly out of the woods. Daryl's rattling on about something; I'm not really taking much notice. As we emerge from the trees Pool-Man is back where I first saw him. "That guy sitting on the bench is looking at us," Daryl says, grinning at me. "Did you realise we had company back there?" I ask. "Company?" Daryl asks. "What d'you mean?" "Him," I say casually. "He was hiding in the bushes watching us. I saw him just as we finished." "Really?" Daryl says, eyes widening. "Wow!" "I was at the pool a few weeks ago," I tell him, "in the changing room after my swim. He was checking me out. He wanted to pick me up." "So don't you use the cubicles, then?" Daryl asks, sounding surprised. "Nah, never bother." "But you didn't go with him?" "Nah, didn't want to." Daryl looks across at Pool-Man. "I think I would have," he says. "Let's go and talk to him." I could refuse, but if I do that Daryl will go and talk to him on his own, and I definitely don't want that; anything might happen. We stroll across to Pool-Man's bench and sit on either side of him. "Hi! I hope you enjoyed the show," I say smirking at him. "Totally awesome!" he says, smiling warmly. "I've never seen two kids having sex before, not live at any rate. You seemed to be well into it. It's Chris, isn't it?" "Yeah," I say quietly, "And this is Daryl." "Hi Daryl," he says, grinning at him. "I'm Jack. So you like taking it up the bum?" "Yeah," Daryl whispers, grinning back. I'm not sure I like the way this is going. "How did you find us?" I ask. "I never heard anyone coming." "Oh, I grew up round here," he says casually. "I know this place like the back of my hand. When I saw you going into the woods I pretty well knew where you were going. So where's your other friend today?" "Tom? Oh we'll be running together on Friday morning. He's not gay though." I pause for a moment. "So which school do you teach at?" I ask, deciding it's time to shake the guy up a bit. "Who told you I was a teacher?" he says, clearly surprised by the question. "Nobody," I tell him, "but you are, though. That's why you're always here when we're on holiday." "Very good!" he says approvingly. "You're not stupid, then!" No I'm not, I think to myself; I wasn't stupid enough to let him pick me up in the pool changing room. Now I've got him on the back foot. "So where d'you teach?" I repeat. "Oh, I teach at a school in Dulwich," he responds. "I teach science." Daryl turns his nose up at the word `science'; that's good. "I guess you're missing Anthony this week," I say casually, pressing home my advantage. "Oh, Anthony told me he didn't know you," he responds. Shit! I shouldn't have said that! "Yeah, well he would, wouldn't he?" I counter, trying to retrieve the situation. "He didn't want you pestering him to bring me over. Anyway, he didn't know if I'd be up for it." "Fair enough," he concedes. "So what are you boys doing now? Want to come over to my place, have a drink, watch a video or two, you know?" I look across at Daryl; left to himself he'd go without giving it a second thought. "No thanks," I say firmly, smiling at Pool-Man, or Jack or whatever his name is. "Mum will be expecting me home soon. Anyway, we're both pretty tired now." He looks disappointed. "You around tomorrow?" he asks. "Dunno, might be," I say, standing up. "We haven't decided yet." I jerk my head in Daryl's direction; he gets up looking less than pleased. We stroll off towards the gate. "Why were you so horrible to him?" he asks when we're out of earshot. "He was being really friendly." "I wasn't," I say firmly. "I just wanted to make sure he knows that he can't push us around, yeah?" "We could easily have gone with him," Daryl continues. "You don't have to be home for another two hours!" "Yeah, well I didn't want to make it that easy for him. We've got to make him give us some respect. Look all he wants is to get into our pants and give us a quick fuck. If we do go to his place, we do it because we want to, yeah? We go when we want, we leave when we want and in between we don't let him talk us into doing anything we don't want to do." "You don't like him, do you?" he says accusingly. "Not really," I tell him. "And what was that thing about Anthony?" he continues. "Oh, he's one of Anthony's punters," I say casually. He looks at me blankly. "Anthony does it for money," I add, by way of explanation. "Guys like him pay Anthony to have sex with him." "Doing it for money? That's disgusting!" he says haughtily. "If you'd been through some of the shit Anthony's had to put up with, you might understand," I respond angrily; Daryl can be a total prick at times. "Oh!" he says, sounding suitably chastened. "I guess paying kids for it's pretty disgusting too. Is that why you don't like him?" "Sort of," I say, not wanting to give too much away. "I'll tell you about it sometime." We walk the rest of the way back to the shops in silence. "Meet here again tomorrow, same time?" I ask. "Yeah, okay," he says, still looking a bit put out. We go our separate ways. 0 o 0 o 0 o 0 I'm on my way to meet Daryl. I'm in a real quandary about this. He's going to want to go to the woods to meet Jack and go back to his place. If I say no, he'll probably stomp off and go on his own. Daryl's so na‹ve; Jack'll fuck him; there's no doubt about that, and his dick's way bigger than mine or Brad's. If he hurt the kid I'd never forgive myself. So I'm going to have to go. I might even suggest it, so I get to keep the initiative. I don't like the idea, but I don't seem to have much choice. I'm approaching Nathan's house; he's outside mowing the front lawn again. He is well fit! Shame he's . Suddenly an idea occurs to me. Actually he was okay last week when he saw Courtney having a go at me, and I know Daryl would like him; he told me he likes some of the senior boys and Nathan's as fit as any of them. For sure his dick's a lot bigger than mine or Brad's, but it's nowhere close to what Jack's got, maybe six and a half inches and only medium thick. As long as he doesn't just fuck us both and kick us out in five minutes flat this might just work. "Hi! I say brightly as I reach the house. "Oh, hello; how's it going?" he asks, giving me a big smile. "Cool! I'm just going to meet someone," I say, giving him the eye. "I'll be back in five minutes." "Great," he says. "I'll be here." I hurry off to meet Daryl. This could prove useful in another way. Courtney will be on the loose again when we get back to school, with Brad away, maybe Nathan and that big mate of his will keep an eye out for me. I turn the corner. Daryl's already waiting by the shops. "Hi!" he says, grinning at me. "Are we going to the woods to meet, you know, Pool-Man?" "Nah, we've had a better offer." "What d'you mean?" "You like some of the senior boys, yeah, the fit ones?" "Yeah, why?" There's one lives not far from me; I went with him at school once. It wasn't great because he had to rush it. Anyway, I just saw him out at the front of his house. We can go back there if you want. You'll love him; he's well fit!" "Cool!" he says, almost licking his lips in anticipation. "I guess it would be a bit risky going with that guy we met yesterday." We walk purposefully back towards Nathan's house. He's still out at the front, putting everything away. "Hi, Nathan! I call across to him. He does a double take; I guess he hadn't expected me to show up with someone like Daryl. He strolls across to us. "Hi," he says, sounding a bit nervous. "Nathan, this is Daryl," I say, grinning at him. Daryl looks like he's seen a vision; I knew he would! "Hi Daryl," he says. He turns back to me. "So do you guys want to come in?" he asks quietly. "Yeah," I whisper, "We'd be doing it at my house, but mum's off work today." "Cool! Come on then!" He lets us in through the front door. The house is well posh; they've obviously got loads more money than we have. "Can I use the bathroom?" Daryl asks. "Sure; first on your right at the top of the stairs." Nathan tells him. Daryl hurries off. "You won't just fuck us then kick us out after five minutes, will you?" I ask quietly, looking Nathan right in the eye. "No, of course not," he says, smiling at me. "That's just how it is at school; you can stay as long as you want. Does Daryl take it up the bum then?" "Yeah, but he's only had mine and Brad's so he's still very tight; you'll need to take your time." "This gets better and better!" he says, licking his lips. "He is well cute!" "He likes you too," I whisper. "He was looking at you like you were a God!" "Yeah," he says, stifling a giggle. "I noticed! So what d'you want to do?" "Well, just some kissing and sucking to start with, then we can spit roast him, you know, you fuck him while he sucks me off. Once we've had a bit of a rest, you can fuck me if you want." "Cool!" he says, looking well pleased. "Let's go for it!" Daryl emerges from the bathroom. We make our way into Nathan's bedroom and strip down to our underwear, briefs for me and Daryl, boxers for Nathan. Daryl's practically drooling! He kneels in front of Nathan and pulls his boxer shorts down. His eyes grow so big they almost fall out! "Wow!" he gasps. "Beautiful cock!" He opens his mouth and sucks right down on it, burying his nose in Nathan's pubes. Well, there's no problem about him taking Nathan's dick at that end! Nathan strokes his hair. "Ooh, babe! That's awesome!" he breathes, urging him to continue. "Oh, yeah!" I move so I'm standing next to Nathan. He turns towards me, our tongues engaging in a little playful sparring. After a few seconds we graduate into a wonderfully passionate kiss. He reaches across, gently fondling me in my briefs. I had some doubts before we came here, but I've got none now; this is heaven! Kneeling in front of us, Daryl's still working his magic on Nathan's dick, which makes the whole thing even better. Awesome! After a minute or so, Daryl lets Nathan go and gets to his feet. Daryl and I pull each other's briefs down then the three of us snuggle up on Nathan's big double bed. Now it's Daryl and Nathan getting into the kissy-kissy thing. I set to work on Daryl's cock, sucking it eagerly. After around half a minute I move on to Nathan. It's some time since I sucked one as big as this; I'm pleased to find I can still do it, Nathan's cock-head sliding right into my throat. He moans audibly; I think he likes it! I work my lips and tongue all over it, my fingers caressing his big, heavy balls, taking it slow so there's no danger of making him cum. After a minute or so I move back to Daryl. His little spike's so hard and hot, it's amazing! The kiss ends. I ease Daryl down the bed so he can suck Nathan while I suck him. I'm not sure if he knows where we're going with this but he doesn't seem worried. "Got any lube?" I mouth to Nathan. He passes me a large tube of KY. I settle my lips back around Daryl's cock and set to work lubing him up. He's pretty used to this by now; in less than a minute I've got him ready, or ready for me anyway. But it's not my cock he's getting, it's Nathan's and that's going to need a lot more work yet. "Swap over!" I whisper. Nathan and I quickly change places, Daryl seeming quite happy to let us do exactly as we want. I'm still a bit concerned that Nathan will rush things, but as it goes I needn't have worried. He takes his time just like he said he would, sucking the kid and gently finger fucking him until he's got two fingers sliding smoothly in and out of his tight little bum. It's time to do it. "Get on all fours," Nathan whispers. Daryl doesn't question it, doesn't even hesitate. I get onto my knees in front of him, sitting back on my heels. Holy shit! He knows what we're going to do and he's up for it and then some! He gets his head and shoulders down low and goes back to sucking my cock. Behind him, Nathan is getting into position, the head of his cock nuzzling his boy-hole. With one well-practised thrust he stuffs it into him. Daryl gasps, blowing hot air all round my dick. Nathan holds him round the thighs, slowly pulling him backwards. I lean forwards to get a better view. Fuck! His big cock is completely buried in the kid's arse That is sooo hot!! Nathan starts to fuck his bum; at the other end I pump my hips so I'm fucking his mouth. There's no hint of a protest; he loves it! The intensity builds and builds; I can't believe how wild this is; it's awesome. I pump a bit harder; almost immediately the muscles spasms hit. "Oh, fuck!" I moan. "I'm gonna cum!" I hold Daryl's head as my spunk spurts over and over into his mouth. He swallows every drop, licking all over my cock-head to make sure he hasn't missed any. A moment later he grabs me round the hips, moaning and gasping as his dry-cum kicks in. "Oh, that is so hot!" Nathan gasps. "Ohh! Ohhh! Nnnnggggg!!!" He holds on tight as his spunk floods into Daryl's tight little bum. After a few seconds to get his breath back he slowly withdraws. Daryl releases my cock, turning round to give Nathan a big sloppy kiss. He's never bothered to get cleaned up after I've fucked him, but right now he doesn't have a choice. Nathan doesn't just cum a lot more than I do; he's stretched him a lot more too. He gets gingerly off the bed and pads off to the bathroom, Nathan's spunk oozing out of his bum and trickling down his legs. Me and Nathan flop down next to each other. "Thanks for that," he whispers. "That was awesome, so much better than doing it at school. He's amazing; I've never fucked anyone as tight as that. And so horny! He had his dry-cum thingy without me even touching his dick!" He pulls me into another totally wild kiss; we're still doing the tongue-tango when Daryl returns. We stretch out on the bed, with Nathan in the middle. "Nathan," I ask, "do any of your mates know about you going to the technology block?" "Sam does," he says quietly. "Sam, that's the big lad, the goalie, yeah?" "Yeah." "So is he into younger kids then?" "No," Nathan says, smiling broadly, "Sam's into me; we've been fucking since we were thirteen. A few of our friends know we're gay, but not about the other thing; Sam covers for me." Now that is a surprise; Sam's the last guy I'd have suspected of being gay. "So doesn't he mind, you know?" I ask. "No, he's just paranoid that I'll get caught." "Is that why you rush it so much?" "Yeah, I guess." "I hate that!" I tell him firmly. "It was like you didn't care whether I was enjoying it or not." "Sorry about that," he says, smiling a little sadly. "When I go there I'm just so intent on getting it over with; I just didn't think. So that's why you've been avoiding me; you must have thought I was a right knob-head!" "Yeah, I guess," I say quietly, "But you're not; you're all right." I've had my little victory; there's no need to rub his nose in it. "Everything was really simple till I was twelve, almost thirteen," he says, almost in a whisper. "I'd always done well at school; I was captain of the soccer team and a good track athlete. I'm an only child; mum and dad were so proud of me. Then I found out I was gay. Mum and dad have fairly traditional Christian beliefs as far as homosexuality's concerned. I was desperate not to let them down, so I just had to keep pretending I was the same as all the other lads. But it got worse; a couple of years later I realised I liked younger boys. I started fantasising about some of the year seven and eight kids, especially some of the soccer players. That was when I met your friend Brad. He was well up for it and it was obvious he'd done it before. I was hooked. I know I shouldn't do it; it's way too risky for one thing, but I just can't stop. Mum and dad would have trouble accepting that I'm gay; if they found out I was going with kids your age they'd disown me." We lie there in total silence for several seconds. "That's tough," I whisper. "Thanks for telling us. I'm glad I won't have to go through that; mum's all right with me being gay." Hmmm! That's something else I got wrong! It's like things are never as simple as you think they are; it makes sense now. Shit! I'd hate having to live with that sort of pressure. "Nathan," I say, snuggling up to him, "you know when we go back to school on Monday, Courtney'll be back on the loose, yeah? I usually hang out with Brad; Courtney won't start anything when Brad's there; Brad says his brothers would kick Courtney's head in." "They would too," Nathan says, giving me a wry smile. "Lee was in my tutor group; he's a big lad and very strong. If he'd known I was fucking his kid brother he'd have killed me." "Yeah, well Brad won't be in school on Monday, `cause it'll be gone midnight when they get back from their holiday, so he's taking a day off." "It's okay; me and Sam will keep an eye on them for you," he says, smiling. "I owe you one after today!" "So are you ready for something else now?" I ask. "Are you sure?" he responds "Yeah!" I say, grinning and licking my lips. "But play with my cock while you're fucking me, yeah?" "I tried that with Brad and your blond friend," he says. "As soon as I wasn't holding them in position, they moved and wrecked it. That's the only reason I didn't do that when we met before." "I won't move," I say smiling at him. "That's a promise!" "Okay," he says, smiling back. It's my turn to be piggy-in-the-middle. I settle down to sucking Daryl's cock while Nathan gets to work sucking me and lubing me up. It's more than a week since Brad fucked me; I'm totally up for this. He takes a lot more time than he did when he fucked me in the boys' room; even so, it takes less than two minutes. "Got a towel or something?" I ask. Nathan fishes one out of his sports bag. I spread it over the bed and get onto all fours, kneeling between Daryl's feet so I can continue sucking him. Nathan moves in behind me, his greasy cock pressing against my bum-hole. I relax and push out; he slides right into me. Oh, yeah! That is such an awesome feeling! Having a fit young guy's cock inside me like this is my favourite thing in the whole world! Nathan starts to fuck me. This just gets better! He's so good at this, pulling almost all the way out then slamming right back in again, hitting my prostate every time. Daryl gets in on the act too, pushing his hips up off the bed so he's fucking my mouth. Oh yeah! I've never been that keen on group-sex when I've done it before, but this is more than awesome, it's out of this world! Daryl doesn't last long; after only a couple of minutes his muscles go tight, his hard little cock jerking wildly in my mouth. He eases me off it; that's understandable, I know how sensitive it gets just after you've cum. Even though Nathan's giving me an awesome fuck, I'm not even close; I'm guessing he isn't either, it's not that long since we shot our loads. "Play with my cock!" I whisper. He does as I ask. "Oh yeah!" I gasp. Nathan fucks me without missing a beat; ten minutes pass and he's still going for it. Fuck! He is some athlete! I feel the tingles start to build, my balls pulling up tight to my body. A moment later, three little jets of spunk squirt through his fingers and onto the towel. He moves his hand off my cock. His breathing's noisy and ragged; I know he must be close. Suddenly he tightens his grip round my hips and slams right into me, several globs of thick, creamy spunk flooding into my bum. Wow! That was the best fuck I've had in ages! 0 o 0 o 0 o 0 I spend the morning at Tom's house, going out for a run then chilling out together before I head home for lunch. It's quarter past two when Daryl arrives. "Hi," I say, smiling at him. "So d'you want to go to Nathan's again?" "No, if that's all right," he says, shaking his head. He pauses for a moment. "I'm still a bit sore from yesterday," he whispers. "Me too!" I say, grinning at him. It's not true, of course, but he's not to know. I call Nathan and tell him we won't be going round. He's totally cool about it, which is great. So today it's just going to be us, me and Daryl. I'm pleased about that. And after meeting Nathan, he seems far less full of himself; I like that too, I guess he's learning. We head up to my bedroom. We'll just have a quiet, relaxing time together; we won't even fuck. After the last couple of days, it's exactly what I need.