Date: Sun, 24 Feb 2008 13:14:31 +0000 From: pinkpanther2@hotmail.co.uk Subject: 'A Warm April Saturday' chapter 30 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! Well, the showdown finally happened, and Chris got through it, in a way. So how are the other kids going to react to what happened? And is Chris any nearer to finding a boyfriend? 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 THIRTY Mum was horrified when I told her what happened; she did calm down a bit when I told her that Courtney had been arrested and we'd never see him again. Then I gave her my report; Seven `A's' and three `B's', she was well pleased. She'll still go to the parents' evening though; it's like it shows she thinks it's important, even though I've done well. I'm walking to school. I'm a bit nervous about this; I don't know how the other kids are going to react. The story's bound to have got round; everybody's going to know I sucked Courtney's dick. Maybe that'll make me a target for some of the older kids. Well, I'll soon find out. I'm going to have to face it sooner or later so I might as well get it over with. Brad comes to meet me before I even reach the gate. "What the fuck happened yesterday?" he demands. "I'm off for one day and miss all the fun!" "It wasn't much fun while it was happening," I say quietly. "I bet it wasn't," he agrees. "Shit, though, man! Biting the bastard's dick; that is well fuckin' cool!" "Yeah, well he thought he could just make me do what he wanted." "Yeah, well that fuckin' showed him, the cunt! They say that big tall kid in your year beat the shit out of him." "Liam? Yeah, he was unbelievable. I didn't know he was a boxer. Man! He was so fast!" "Yeah, well you're well safe now, init?" he says, grinning. "Nobody's gonna fuck with you when you've got mates like him looking out for you. But you'd be okay anyway; there's lots of kids who'd like to have done what you did, only they wouldn't have had the bottle." He pauses for a second. "Man, it all fuckin' kicked off down our end last night! Coppers arrested Courtney's brother just as he was taking a delivery from his supplier, yeah? Nabbed the pair of `em! Don't know how the fuck they found out about that! Then they raided the house; there was coppers all over the fuckin' place! They arrested their mum; she was screaming and swearing at `em; it was fuckin' wicked! Anyway, seems like they were growing stuff up in the loft, you know? So even if she don't get banged up the council will kick her out; fuckin' right too!" I've a pretty good idea how the coppers found out about what Courtney's brother was up to but I'll keep that to myself; I don't want it going round that Luther grassed him up. We walk in through the gate. "See you then, man!" Brad says, trotting off to chat to some year nine kids. A moment later Alwyn comes over to me. "Hey man! You all right?" he says, giving me a smile. "Yeah, I'm okay, just about." He looks right into my eyes. "Did you, errr, really bite Courtney's dick? he whispers. "Yeah," I say, nodding. "That's wicked, man!" he says, his smile broadening into the biggest grin I'll ever see. "Fuck! I wish I'd seen that!" "Yeah, well you should have seen Liam," I say, not wanting to dwell on it too much. "Courtney never knew what hit him." "Yeah, well he's gone now; the whole fuckin' lot of `em have. Did Brad tell you?" "Yeah," I confirm. The bell sounds for the start of school. We head up to our tutor room; there's a spare place where Dalton usually sits. Andrew calls me across. "Well done!" he whispers, gripping my hand. "I'm not sure I'd have had the guts to do what you did." "Right lads," Mr. Sheridan calls. "Settle down please!" The tutor period goes on like absolutely nothing's happened; the day continues in much the same way. I get a few words from some of the other lads, all saying much the same thing; it seems like nobody's in the least bit bothered that I sucked Courtney's dick. For the first time in a few weeks I don't have to look over my shoulder when I'm walking round school. The other boys are totally in awe of Liam, of course. He was pretty well respected before, but it's like he's just become a super-hero. He just ignores it, but that's the way he is. There's only one thing wrong; Michael's still not talking to me. I guess I could go and ask him if we can be mates again, but I don't want to do that. It was him that decided he didn't want me as a mate any more; it's down to him to get us back together. 0 o 0 o 0 o 0 Well, it happened. Last night after I got back from training he came round. He wanted to apologise for leaving me on my own just when I really needed him, seems like his dad had a real go at him about it. I apologised for all the bullshit I'd given him; anyway, it's all cool again. He's in big trouble about his school report too. His dad's finally put his foot down; not before time, or at least that's what mum says. I've said I'll help him if he gets stuck on anything; he'll still have to do it though. I hope he does; I'm so happy that we're mates again. I know that's all it's ever going to be, but I'll have to live with that. So I'm back, hanging out with my usual gang; I've really missed that. I've made a couple of decisions though. I'm still going to be mates with Brad; he's the one person who really helped me when the shit hit the fan. I'll still be friendly with Anthony too; I don't care what other people say, he's all right. We'll never be close mates or anything, but I'll say "Hi!" when I see him around school, and if I want to ask him or Brad back to my place once in a while, I'm going to do it, at least until I find a boyfriend, whenever that is. "What are you doing after school?" Tom asks as we get our books out ready for our maths class. "Nothing much, why?" "Can you come round to mine for a bit?" "Yeah, sure." I tell him. It's an odd request; he's certainly never asked me to do that before. I'm guessing, but it sounds like he wants to talk to me about something, something too private to discuss with the other lads around. I don't know what though; I guess I'll find out when I get there. 0 o 0 o 0 o 0 We leave Gareth at the end of the little road where he lives and walk the final hundred yards to Tom's house. We go up to his bedroom and sit on the bed. "There's something I want to tell you," he says nervously, not really looking at me. He pauses for a couple of seconds. "I'm gay as well," he says finally. I'm almost speechless; I was so sure he wasn't. "How long have you known?" I ask, barely able to get the words out. "A few months; it's weird. One day you don't even really know what sex is; the next day it's all you seem to think about." "Yeah; I noticed you've grown a lot," I tell him, "you know, when we were in the showers." "Yeah," he says, giving me a wry smile. "I've grown a lot anyway; mum's always complaining about having to keep buying new clothes for me, but down there it was like it got bigger every time I looked at it! That was scary, man!" There's another long pause. "And it goes hard all the time," he says, staring at the wall straight ahead of him. "I lie in bed at night, you know, wanking off ." He pauses again like saying this is really hard for him. "Dreaming about you, but I guess you don't want me like that," he concludes. What was that he just said?! Sometimes I can't believe how stupid I am; I've thought of Tom and school, Tom and running, even Tom and music, never Tom and sex, fuck knows why! I grab his shoulders, making him look right at me. "Of course I do!" I say, almost shouting at him. "Tom, you're beautiful!" "No I'm not," he says turning away. "I've got horrible hair, I'm smothered in freckles and my teeth are too big." I pull him round to face me again. "I didn't say you were pretty." I say quietly, "I said you were beautiful. You're beautiful to me; the ugly duckling turned into a beautiful swan." Fuck knows where that last bit came from. "You're mad!" he says, giggling. I put my arms round him and kiss him full on the lips, pushing him back onto the bed. I've been looking for so long and he was right there under my nose the whole time. This wonderful, amazing kid wants me and I want him and this is the best day of my entire life! He's right about his teeth; they do get in the way a bit when we kiss, like that matters. Not! I reach down; his cock's rock hard. I start to undo his trousers. He puts his hand on top of mine. "Not now," he says, grinning. "Mum'll be home in a minute; she said I ought to talk to you, not to start doing it right here!" We sit up again, my arm round his shoulder. "So you and your mum have talked about, you know, you being gay and that?" I ask. "Yeah, last night after we got back from the club, mum had heard about what happened Monday; Mr. Standen's wife teaches in mum's department. She said she'd more or less known I was gay for ages. She was really cool about it; she told me I needed to talk to you." "So here we are, then," I say, smiling at him. "I've wanted to tell you for weeks," he says, looking embarrassed, "but I just didn't know what to say; I'm so useless at talking to people. Then when I found out you WERE gay I was going to tell you, but then Michael went off on one and, well, I chickened out. I'm sorry; I shouldn't have left you to take all that shit on your own." "So all those times we've gone out running, and you asked me if I wanted a shower afterwards, yeah? You were hoping I'd say yes, or at least that I'd stay up here while you had one." "Yeah," he says, shaking his head. "I thought you might get the message without me actually saying anything." "And all the time I was thinking you were trying to tell me to get out of your face and give you some privacy!" I say, laughing and giving his shoulder a squeeze. "How stupid is that? But remember when we had a shower at the club?" I ask. "You never got a hard-on or anything." "I'd just run my rocks off," he says. "I was still blowing; you'll never get a hard-on with your pulse-rate way up." Well that explains it, I guess; I'd never really thought about that. Right on cue the front door opens and his mum walks in. We make our way downstairs. "So, you've had a little chat, then?" she says. We nod. "And?" she continues. "We, errr, want to be, you know, boyfriends," Tom says quietly. "Well," she says, with a note of resignation in her voice, "I still think you're very young to be having a boyfriend, but you've both grown up so fast. Once you start feeling like that, that's it; you can't turn it off. So if you're going to have a boyfriend, I don't think you could pick anybody better. Your schoolwork's improved tremendously since you started hanging out with Chris; you're both runners too, so you've got that in common. All I can say is be careful and look after each other." "Thanks, mum," he whispers. "Of course, I don't know officially," she says, rolling her eyes. "I mean, if Chris comes here for a sleepover, that's what it is, nothing unusual about that; I can't KNOW there's underage sex going on, now can I?" Wow! She is so cool! I'm not sure my mum would take it like that. "There is one thing, though," she adds. "You're going to have to tell Chris's mum; I know about it so she'll have to know as well, that's only fair." Well, I wasn't planning on doing that anytime soon, but it looks like I don't have much choice. "Your mum obviously knows you're gay?" she says to me. "Yeah." "So what time d'you finish your evening meal?" "About seven o'clock," I tell her. "Okay, well I'll bring Tom round about half past seven; you can tell her then." It's time to go home. I can't say I'm looking forward to telling mum, but we'll just have to do it. 0 o 0 o 0 o 0 It's just before seven thirty when the doorbell rings; this is it. I go to answer it; Tom's standing there in his favoured uniform of old denim cut-offs and a black tee-shirt. We go inside and find mum in the lounge room, sitting on one of the armchairs. "Hello, Tom!" she says brightly. "We don't often see you here at this time." "We want to tell you something," I say. We sit down on the sofa. There's no easy way of saying this; I'll have to just tell her the way it is. "This afternoon I stopped off at Tom's house on the way home from school," I say calmly. "Tom told me that he's gay too. Well, the thing is, we want to be, like, boyfriends." There's total silence for what seems like ages. "Chris," mum says shaking her head, "you're far too young to start thinking about having a boyfriend, or a girlfriend for that matter." I knew this wouldn't work! I just knew it! And there's no point in arguing; the more I argue the more stubborn mum gets. We sit there looking at each other. "Tom," mum says, "Does your mum know about this?" "Yeah." "And what does she think?" "Much the same as you, but she says she'd rather I was with Chris than doing stuff behind her back." Doing stuff behind her back; that's what I've been doing for more than a year. Mum found out about Anthony, but that's just the tip of the iceberg. Anyway, it certainly seems to have got her thinking; maybe it's not a lost cause after all. "So where's your mum now?" she asks. "Outside, sitting in the car." "Would you ask her to come in, please?" Tom goes to the door; a minute later he's back with his mum in tow. "Hello, she says, taking the chair opposite mum. "We have met briefly; I'm Bron, short for Bronwen. Please don't call me Mrs. Ashford, I hate it; I get that all day at school." She is a total star! Over the next ten minutes she talks mum right into it. Me and Tom just sit on the sofa hoping and praying, not daring to say anything. "Well, I guess that's it, then," mum says finally. "I can't say I'm happy about it, but if it's what you want, at the end of the day I can't stop you. Just remember what Bron told you; be careful and look after each other." "We will, mum, I promise." I say firmly. As I show them out I give Bron a big hug. "Thanks," I say quietly. "You're welcome," she says, smiling warmly. "Just remember what we said. Please take care of him; he's all I've got." That is so sweet! I stand at the front door as they drive away. I can hardly believe she did that for us, but she did. Yes! Yes! Yes!! And I will take care of him; you can be certain of that. 0 o 0 o 0 o 0 It's Saturday morning, half past ten and I'm waiting for Tom to arrive. You're probably thinking we've taken our time; well, you're right. The thing is, Bron gets home from the Girls' High School about half past four and she expects Tom to be there doing his homework. We could go to his place and have sex before that, but it would be a bit of a rush. The thing is it's the first time Tom's been with anyone, even for a bit of messing about. I don't want it to be rushed; I want it to be something special. At last, the doorbell rings. I go and answer it; it's him! My heart's pounding so much you'd think it was my first time too. He's as scruffy as always but I don't even care. We collect cold drinks from the fridge and head up to my bedroom; the curtains are already closed. We put our drinks down and sit on the bed. I'm not sure who's more nervous, him or me. I put an arm round his shoulder. He turns towards me. I kiss him on the lips, our tongues gently exploring each other; it's the most wonderful kiss ever, so delicate and sensuous, wow! Tom's hands are up inside my soccer shirt gently massaging my back. Was this worth waiting for or what?! Very slowly he sinks back onto the bed. I lift the hem of his tee-shirt, running my hand over his chest and tummy, smooth, hard and creamy white. I've never known a feeling like it, not even with Greg; there's a connection between us I've just never experienced before. This is the boy I was meant to be with, the boy Brad told me I'd find, and he's all mine. He wants to be with me every bit as much as I want to be with him, I can sense it. It's the most wonderful feeling possible; nothing else even comes close. I help him off with his tee-shirt, looking down admiringly. Some people might say he's too scrawny, with skinny arms and over-large hands, but that's not what I see; I just see the most beautiful boy there ever was. He sits up, smiling; I let him return the favour, no words are even necessary. He strokes my chest, his fingers tracing along my ribs and exploring my nipples. This is so amazing I hardly know which day it is. His hand tracks down over my tummy, his fingers working their way inside the waistband of my shorts. He undoes the drawstring. I stand up, turning towards him. He pulls them over my hips. They fall around my ankles and I kick them off. My cock's straining against the soft material of my briefs. He runs his fingers right over it; his touch so delicate, so perfect. I sit back down. "Take your shoes and socks off!" I whisper. He does as I say. I undo the button at the top of his cut-offs and pull down the zip. Now it's his turn to stand up. His cut-offs fall to the floor; he steps out of them, using my shoulder for support. I run my hands up the backs of his legs, runner's legs, hard and perfectly smooth, like granite covered in satin, wow! I take in the view in front of me, his cock sticking right up in his grey knitted boxer shorts. I knew when I saw him naked a few weeks ago that he'd got a nice one. It's more than that; it's a real beauty, and that's before I've got his boxers off. I fondle it gently; it's hard and throbbing. Oh, fuck! I want some of that like I've never wanted anything! I smile up at him, hooking my thumbs into the waistband of his boxers. He smiles back, ruffling my hair. I hold them away from his tummy so I won't snag his cock and skin them down his legs. Holy shit! A little over five inches, ramrod straight and a good bit thicker than mine, the shiny purple head completely exposed. At this distance I can just make out a few tiny pubes beginning to sprout above it; below, his large balls are held quite tight in their hairless sac. He is gorgeous! I drop to my knees, moistening my lips. I place my hands on his thighs and take him into my mouth, sucking slowly down until the head touches the back of my throat. He gently strokes my hair. I suck slowly up and down working my tongue all over it, savouring every last square millimetre. I let him go and lick his balls for a while, but soon I have to return to my main target, I just can't resist; so hard, so warm and tasting of him! After a couple of minutes he starts to tense up; I let him go, sitting back on my heels to look up at him. "Wow, that was awesome," he breathes. He sits on the bed. "Okay, now it's my turn!" he says, grinning at me. I get to my feet and stand in front of him. A moment later my briefs are round my ankles. He leans forward, devouring my cock; I almost explode. Somehow he knows to keep his teeth out of the way; I don't even have to tell him. He sucks it eagerly, hungrily, taking me to levels I've rarely experienced. If you asked me what makes it so special, I'm not sure I could explain it, except to say that it's because it's him, Tom, my Tom, the boy I love more than anyone in the whole world. I run my fingers over his hair, its coarse spikiness disguising the shy, gentle boy underneath. Finally, he lets me go. He looks up at me, grinning and licking his lips. "Let's get on the bed!" I whisper. We snuggle up, our dicks grinding together, Tom's hands running down my back and over my bum. Our lips meet in another mind-blowing kiss; he does it so beautifully it's hard to believe he's never done it before. I'm so happy just being here with him it wouldn't matter that much if we didn't actually DO anything, but we ARE doing stuff and I'm loving every second of it. Our lips part; Tom's eyes are sparkling; seeing him looking so happy is just the biggest turn-on ever. I start to lick my way down his body. His nipples are so small and pale you have to be really close to even see them. I lick them eagerly, working my tongue over each one in turn. He strokes my hair and my back, spurring me on even more. I move down, digging my tongue into his tummy button. I reach the ultimate prize, his beautiful cock. I open my mouth wide and suck it right down to the base, flicking my tongue out to slash at his balls. Unlike Daryl, Tom is wonderfully supple. Quickly and easily he moves us round into the perfect sixty-nine, his lips sliding smoothly over my cock. There's no holding back now; we're sucking each other like our lives depended on it, our hands going everywhere. Fuck! Before we started I wasn't sure if Tom would even suck me, let alone go for it like this! The intensity builds and builds; only getting fucked totally stupid has ever got as wild as this. I'm getting close but he beats me to it; without even a second's warning his cock jerks into action, rearing up against the roof of my mouth, the first wad of his creamy boy-cum splashing onto the back of my throat. I ease back an inch or so, savouring the sweet'n'salty taste as several more wads quickly follow, swallowing greedily then working my tongue all over the large, shiny head to make sure I don't miss a single drop. Before he's even finished my own orgasm kicks in, my balls pulling up tight in their sac. Tom holds me firmly round the thighs, sucking and licking as my spunk spurts over and over into his warm, sexy mouth, gobbling it down till I've no more left to give. Fuck! That was so awesome! After maybe half a minute we slowly untangle ourselves, flopping down next to each other; I'm on cloud whatever; sex just can't get any better than that. I look across, grinning. Tom's grinning right back; he looks SO happy! "I used to dream about what it'd feel like to have sex with you," he whispers. "I never got close to how good that was." Our lips meet in another delicate, sensuous kiss. It's the icing on the cake; I wanted to give him a first experience he'd remember forever and I've done it. I've had some amazing sex over the past twelve months but I've never felt so exhilarated afterwards, not even with Greg; it's almost unreal. This wonderful, sexy boy is everything I could want; why I didn't pick up on it earlier I shall never know. I guess some of you out there are disappointed that we didn't fuck. I'm not; this was Tom's first time and it was everything I could have wished for and then some. We've no need to rush; we're going to have lots more times together.