Date: Thu, 15 Nov 2007 18:52:36 +0000 From: Peter Blackburn Subject: 'A Warm April Saturday' chapter 7. All the usual disclaimers apply; if the law where you are prohibits you form reading material like this, then I guess you'd better not, but if you do, don't blame either me or Nifty if you read it and get caught, okay? Adn if you don't like reading about sexual interactions involving underage boys and adult men, you probably ought to leave this page right now. We're up to chapter 7 and Chris embarks on another adventure; I hope you like it. Feedback is always welcome and I always reply to it. Send your comments to pinkpanther2@hotmail.co.uk and I'll reply as soon as I can. CHAPTER SEVEN It's five past nine when the phone rings. Fuck! I'd forgotten Greg was going to call. I rush through to the kitchen to pick it up. "Hi! He says. "You on your own?" "Yeah." "Cool. Yesterday was awesome; Conor let us spit roast him." "Er, spit roast? What's that?" "You know; him down on all fours, me at one end, Scott at the other." Holy shit! So that's what that means! I saw something in the Sunday paper a few months ago about some soccer players picking a girl up in a bar taking her back to their hotel and `roasting' her. So that's what they were doing. "Did he like that?" I ask. "He loved it!" Greg assures me. "So did we, especially Scott; he's never fucked a kid before. Conor couldn't get enough of it; we both gave him a right good seeing-to!" "Wow!" "We're going there again next Tuesday," he says quietly. "Any chance you could come over?" "Don't think so, man. How would I get there?" "I thought James might bring you; I'm sure he wouldn't mind doing you a little favour for once." "Nah, he'll be at work, I think." "You could come on the train; it's not difficult. Takes nearly two hours though; it costs too." "How much?" "Twenty seven quid return." "No way, man! I only get five quid a week pocket money!" "I'd love to come, but," I pause for a moment. "I could ask James, but I'd have to tell him, you know, about Scott." "You'd have to get him to promise not to say anything. I don't want Uncle Vince finding out." "Should be okay; I'll make him promise before I tell him. He likes sharing secrets." "Okay then; see what you can do. Is it okay if I call you on Monday?" I check the calendar. "Yeah, mum'll be at work. Nine o'clock, yeah" "Yeah, cool! Speak to you then!" 0 o 0 o 0 o 0 "James," I say, snuggling up to him, "I need to ask you something." "Oh yes," he replies, clearly realising that I'm looking for a favour. I make him promise not to say anything then tell him the score. "So you reckon on going to Basingstoke and back on the train?" he says, sounding very uneasy. "Yeah; Greg's done it; well, he went from here to there." "Yeah, but he's two years older than you; you might get lost." I go through all the train times, changing trains, everything. "I checked it all on the internet," I tell him. "I'm not a baby, you know." "I know you're not," he says, ruffling my hair, "but there's just so much that could go wrong. If you were late getting back for any reason the shit would be right in the fan." So that's it then. He's right, of course; trains get delayed all the time. If I wasn't home by the time mum got back from work, I'd be in big trouble. "You won't say anything to Vince, will you?" I ask nervously. "Of course not; I promised, didn't I? In any case Vince is being stupid, telling Greg not to do anything with other boys at school when he gets the chance. I mean, it's going to happen, isn't it? Vince is a control-freak; he doesn't like things going on that he's not in charge of." We lie there quietly for a few minutes. "You really want to go, don't you?" James asks. "Yes, but I thought, ---- you said." My voice tails off. "Will you promise me, if I give you the money, that you'll get to the station in time to get the earlier train back?" he asks, holding me very gently and speaking quietly, right into my ear. "Yes, of course!" "Have you got somewhere to hide the money where your mum's not going to find it?" "Yeah, no problem." "Okay then!" he says shaking his head. "I must be mad!" "Why did you change your mind?" "Because you didn't argue about it; that means you know that what I said makes sense. So I'm going to take a chance. You won't let me down, will you?" "Of course I won't!" I say, jumping on top of him and planting a big kiss right on his lips. 0 o 0 o 0 o 0 I arrive at the station at twenty past nine. It's a perfect summer's day. James made me promise not to go if the weather forecast was bad, but it's going to be warm and sunny all day. I'm wearing my Crystal Palace top and a pair of black denim shorts that James bought me on Saturday. They're shorter than I usually wear, not really short like they wore years and years ago, about like my grey school shorts; quite snug like them too. They're supposed to be for our holiday in Spain, but I'm wearing them today `cause they've got really good pockets with flaps that clip down so I won't lose stuff. I'm really excited, nervous too, not just because I'm going to see Greg again; the whole thing's a big adventure, the first time I've ever been anywhere on my own like this. I buy my tickets, put them into one of the pockets and wander out onto the platform. It seems like ages before the train arrives. There aren't many people waiting. I get on and choose a seat by the window. A few seconds later, a man sits down opposite. I don't pay him any attention, staring out of the window as the train pulls away exactly on time. It's a couple of minutes before I look across at him. Weird; the carriage is almost empty; he could have sat completely on his own. The realisation of why he's sitting where he is slowly creeps up on me. Shit! I wish I wasn't wearing these shorts! If I'd worn my jeans or my board shorts at least I wouldn't be giving him such a show! "So where are you off to?" he asks, smiling at me. "Going to stay with my cousin," I say as casually as I can manage. "Oh, right! Aren't you taking anything with you?" "Oh, I often stay there; I left some overnight stuff when I was there last week." I give myself a little pat on the back: I was prepared for that. I thought someone might ask me, you know, where I was going, what I was doing; I hadn't expected it to be someone like him though! "So how old's your cousin?" "Thirteen." "And you're what, twelve?" "Nearly; I'll be twelve next month." "So what will you be getting up to?" "Dunno; hanging out, swimming, playing soccer, whatever." "Oh, cool! Well I hope you have a lot of fun together." Yeah, well I know exactly what sort of fun he's talking about; I just hope he doesn't know that I know. "Thanks!" I say politely. I check him out, trying not to make it too obvious. Mid forties, I'd guess, nicely dressed and carrying a laptop. It's obvious he's going to work or something, so it's not like he's going to do anything. Even so, I don't like him sitting there trying to imagine what I look like under my shorts and thinking about what me and `my cousin' are going to be doing. I mean, it's not nice, is it? I go back to staring out of the window, pretending he's not there. When we pull into London Bridge he stands up. Fuck! His dick's level with my face and it's bulging out of his trousers. "Have fun!" he says quietly, giving me a big smile, and makes his way off the train. We continue the short distance to Waterloo East. I step out onto the platform. This is the one difficult part. I've looked at it on the map; now I've got to do it; walk from the little station at Waterloo East to the big main line station at Waterloo. I know it's not far, but London's so big and noisy and busy, it'd be easy to get lost. I just have to concentrate on where I'm going; if I'm unsure, I'll ask someone. It takes just over five minutes and I don't need to ask anyone. I check the departures board. The train I want goes on to Southampton City; it'll be leaving from platform five. There's plenty of time. I walk to the barrier and put my ticket into the reader. It pops back out; the barrier opens and I walk through. The journey to Basingstoke is boring. No guys perving on me or nothing, but it just seems to take for ever. I check my watch; it's half past eleven, we're nearly there. "We are now approaching Basingstoke" the voice from the public address system says. I take a deep breath. This is it. Just go out through the front of the station; they'll meet me there. My heart's thumping. The train glides to a halt. I get off and look around to get my bearings; seems easy enough, just follow the sign that says `exit'. I cross over to platform one and into the ticket hall. There they are; Greg and two other boys! It's high fives all round as he introduces us. Scott's bit taller than me with short fair hair; he is hot! Conor is small, blond and very cute; wow! "Sexy shorts!" Scott whispers to me as we leave the station. "They're hot!" We chat quietly about this and that as we make the five minute walk to Scott's house. He opens the door and lets us in. It's much older house than ours and has a sort-of lived in look about it. It's not scruffy, but everything looks like it's been pretty well used. We make our way through to the kitchen for a drink. It's really hot now; I worked up a sweat just walking that short distance. We finish our drinks and leave them on the side. My heart's thumping like crazy. What are they going to want to do? Maybe I'll get spit-roasted like they did to Conor. "Okay, let's go upstairs," Scott says quietly. He leads us to a medium sized room with twin beds in it looking out over the small back garden. He closes the curtains. "Right," he says, "I thought as there were four of us and we've got a bit of time, we should take turns so everyone gets to go with everyone else. My gaff my rules, yeah?" We nod our agreement. I'm more than happy; we're not going to have everyone piling on top of everyone else, I'm not sure I'd be into that. "Okay," he says, producing a pack of cards, "let's draw for who goes together first; ace's high, two highest together, two lowest together, yeah?" We each pick a card and turn it over. Greg draws a six, Conor draws a nine, I draw a jack. Scott picks one for himself; it's a five. "Well," he says, grinning at Greg. "Might as well get this part out the way, I guess; then I get two nice little bums to fuck. Come on big boy!" They move across to the bed nearest the wall and start undressing each other. So it's me and Conor. I'm a bit nervous about this; I don't really know what's expected. We just take our lead from the other two and set about taking each other's clothes off. Pretty soon we're down to our underwear, me in white briefs, Conor in black Bart Simpson boxer shorts. He is well cute! I glance across the room. Scott's just losing his boxers. Fuck! I thought he was hot when I first saw him; naked he is totally stunning, slim without being skinny with a good four inches of medium thick, ramrod-straight, uncut cock, the head poking out past his foreskin; nice pair of balls too. Wow! Am I looking forward to getting some of that! He's not the only one who's happy that the draw came out the way it did; once Conor and I have had some fun I'm going to get fucked by the other two. That will be well worth making the trip for. Conor pulls down my briefs; I return the favour. His cock's much the same size as mine but has a bit of a downward curve to it and his balls are small and sit snug in their sack. "Big balls" he says, checking me out. "Can you cum?" "Not yet; James says I'll be able to soon." "James; that's your sugar-daddy, yeah?" Sugar daddy; I never heard that expression before. I know what he means though. "Sort of; he's mum's boyfriend." I take the KY from the pocket of my shorts and put it on the side. Fuck! If the guy on the train knew I'd got that he'd have cummed in his pants! We get onto the bed, wrapping our arms round each other. We wriggle around on the bed, our dicks rubbing together. This is nice; Conor's really sweet. I kiss him full on the lips; he opens his mouth, allowing my tongue inside. He doesn't kiss as well as Greg does; he's trying, but his teeth get in the way. I hope he knows to watch that when he sucks me. His smell's different too; well, not really different, just nowhere like as strong. I guess that's `cause he's not started growing up yet. There's a groan from the other bed. I glance across; Scott's lying on his tummy with Greg's cock pushing into his arse. Wow! That is well hot! "Shall we suck?" Conor asks. "Yeah, cool!" "Can you sixty-nine?" "Yeah! Let's go for it!" We move into position, me on the bottom, Conor on top; there's less danger of him biting my dick if we do it like that. "Watch your teeth!" I tell him. "Yeah, I know!" he says grinning back at me from between his legs. "It's really hard when I suck Greg or Uncle Vince. I'll be okay with yours though." He lowers himself onto me, guiding his little prong fully into my mouth. I can't believe how hard it is. He settles down, his chest resting on my tummy and starts sucking me. This is great! I'm a few inches taller than he is but once again, most of that seems to be legs; we fit together almost perfectly. Conor's as light as I am, having him lying on top of me feels really good. He's doing a wicked job of sucking my cock and fucking my mouth, I love it! I pick up the KY, lube up a couple of fingers and pass it to him. "D'you want me to finger your bum?" he asks, pulling off for a second." "Yeah!" I tell him, talking round his cock. "I've never done that before." "Neither have I!" We settle down again. I pull his cheeks apart. This is awkward; I can't actually see anything. I slide my finger along his crack, coming to rest on his hole. This is new; I've always been on the receiving end before, same as Conor. I take a deep breath. Slowly but firmly I push my finger into him. Conor's probing around, trying to locate the exact spot. Finally his finger's right there. Very tentatively he pushes it in. Ohhh! That is sooo good! I push my own finger further into his bum and gently waggle it about. He likes that all right; he's fucking my mouth like an over-sexed rabbit while still managing to suck me off at the same time. We're both getting very close. Suddenly Conor's dick jumps in my mouth, pressing down hard on my tongue. I'm right there with him, my cock swelling and jerking repeatedly until I'm totally spent. Very gently Conor eases himself off me. There's another groan from the bed a few feet away. I look across just in time to see Scott's body shudder violently as he cums on the pillow under his hips. Fuck! That is even hotter! Greg's really giving it to him, pounding the kid's arse as hard as he can go. I'm sort of aware of Conor flopping down next to me, my eyes still glued to the action. Less than a minute later it's Greg's turn, his body bucking wildly as he pumps his spunk into Scott's bum. Fuck! Watching it on video doesn't get close to that! I wrap my arm round Conor's shoulder and snuggle right up to him. We just lie there with me stroking his silky blond hair. That was wicked, and we've only just started. Greg lifts himself up, his glistening cock popping out of Scott's bum. Scott gets onto his knees, retrieving his boxers from the pillow, right where his dick was. Well, I guess that could save a few awkward questions. He slips them on and heads out of the room. A few minutes later he's back. He pulls a packet of cigarettes from his shorts and offers them round. We all refuse. He light up then sits cross-legged on the bed, his back against the wall, chilling out, just taking the occasional drag, his free arm round Greg's shoulder. He finishes the ciggy and stubs it out. He snuggles a bit closer to Greg. They whisper a few things to each other that we're too far away to hear. Fifteen minutes pass, maybe a few more. He grins across at us. "You kids ready for some more?" he asks. We both nod. "Okay!" he announces. "Seconds out! Round two! Come here, Conor!" Conor goes across to the other bed as Greg heads over to me. That's pretty cool; if I'd been given the choice, that's the order I'd have picked. We settle down into a full-scale lip lock. Mmmmm! He tastes delicious! After a couple of minutes of tongue-tango he reaches down and feels my bum. He pulls gently back from our kiss. "Conor been getting you ready for me, has he?" "Yeah! He's cool; it felt really good. Not as good as your cock's going to feel though!" "So are you ready then?" "Uh-huh; I want to suck it first." I snake my body around, resting my head on his tummy. I glance across the room. On the other bed Scott's lying on his back with his hands behind his head while Conor kneels between his legs, his tongue going to work on Scott's dick. Nice! I moisten my lips, hold Greg's cock round the base and push slowly down on it till my nose is touching his pubes. I suck slowly up and down, savouring every last millimetre of it. It's time to do it. I pick up the KY and smear it over his beautifully hard cock. He gets onto his knees, moving round till he's kneeling between my legs. As he lifts them up I turn my head to check out the other bed. Conor's down on all fours, knees apart, hips pushed back, shoulders down low. Scott's kneeling behind him, fucking his firm, round bubble-butt. The expression on Conor's face tells me how much he's enjoying it, like, a lot! Greg's cock is probing at my hole. "Go for it, Greg!" I say, smiling up at him. He doesn't need to be asked twice. He pushes forwards; I relax and let him in, his cock sliding right into me. Oooh, yeah! I want this! I watch enraptured as he begins to fuck my hole, pulling back until he's almost out then thrusting right in again, the tingling in my cock building with every thrust. Groans and squeaks from the other bed. I glance across; looks like they've cummed at the same time, Scott bent over Conor's back, gasping like an old steam engine, his fingers wrapped around Conor's stiff little cock. That is well cool! Maybe when I can cum I'll be where Scott is. I look back up; Greg's still pounding my arse. He smiles, pulls my legs further apart and pushes himself down between them. I wrap my arms around him, pulling him into a totally wild kiss. The muscle spasms begin right down at my feet. A second later my legs are thrashing around, gripping him tight, my fingers clawing at his hair. My cock jumps into action without either of us touching it. Oh, fuck! Greg's just seconds behind me, his breathing hot and ragged. He slams right into me; a moment later there's the familiar feeling of his cock swelling and jerking as he unloads into my bum. Fuckin' wicked! It would have been worth coming here just for that! We collapse in a heap; I am totally out of it. "Look at this pair of lovebirds!" Scott says before taking a drag on another cigarette. "Let's go downstairs and get something to eat before round three, yeah?" Sounds like a plan. Me and Greg untangle ourselves then I follow Conor to the bathroom to get cleaned up. Back in the bedroom, Greg and Scott are already dressed, sitting on Scott's bed waiting for us. We pull on a few clothes and the four of us troop down to the kitchen. There's pizza, bread rolls, fruit cake, chocolate bars and apples. We eat hungrily; that's all this sex stuff we've been doing, I guess. I don't know; I'm always hungry. Mum complains I eat so much and I'm still really skinny. It's just the way I am. Anyway, I've finished for now. I check my watch; it's ten to two. The train leaves at ten past three; still plenty of time. "Okay," Scott says. "Let's do it before Chris has to go home. We pile our dirty plates into the washing-up bowl and head back upstairs. Scott's right behind me. He puts his hand on my bum, rubbing it through my shorts. "Cute little arse!" he whispers. "I want plenty of that!" It's strange; I'm bigger than Conor, but with me being so skinny my bum's smaller than his. Scott seems to like it anyway. We all flop down on the bed nearest the door, Greg and Scott in the middle, me and Conor on either side. Scott and I start feeling each other up, just getting ourselves really horny before we take our clothes off. I lean over and try to kiss him. He pulls away. "I don't kiss," he says huskily. "It's too girly." Greg kicks him on the shin. "Owww!" Scott protests. "Who are you calling girly?" Greg demands, grinning at him. Scott looks uncomfortable. "It's not girly at all," Greg continues. "It's just you that thinks it is, yeah?" "I guess," Scott concedes. "I still don't want to do it though." For some reason it's not a surprise; he doesn't want to kiss me, but fucking my arse, well that's a different, yeah? Well, I'm not complaining; I want him to fuck me anyway. We move over to the bed by the wall and quickly undress each other. Close up he looks even better. I kneel in front of him and suck his cock, steel hard but silky smooth at the same time, just amazing. He holds my head, pushing me right down to the base. That's not a surprise either. He's okay with Greg fucking him, but with us younger kids he's the one in charge. He doesn't actually say anything, but he makes sure we know it just the same. After a couple of minutes he lets me go and we get on the bed. "I want to fuck you!" he whispers. "Cool! How d'you want me?" I ask. "On your tummy." I go to grab a pillow to put it under me. "Not like that," he says. "Down flat." I do as he says, lying with my legs wide apart. To my surprise he moves them closer together. He positions himself with his knees either side of mine and sits back, his bum nestling between my shins. I glance over my shoulder; he's lubing himself up. He lowers himself onto me, guiding his cock straight onto my hole. One hard push, a quick stab of pain, and it's all the way inside, his firm, flat tummy pressed tight against my bum, pinning me to the bed. He gets down right on top of me, his heart thumping against my back. He grips my shoulders. Suddenly he's totally at it, fucking me with short fast strokes, his cock jack-hammering into my arse. He's going for it harder than anyone ever has. My brain's turning somersaults; I just never expected him to do it like that. "You're so fuckin' tight!" he growls. With his cock rubbing my prostate so fast like that there's no way I'm going to last long; seems like he isn't either. In less than a minute everything goes mental; he's moaning and growling, digging his fingers into my shoulders, his hot breath swirling round my face. His cock spears right into me, swelling and pulsing, his little jets of boy-juice squirting into my bum. I'm there too, legs flailing, bum tightening, my dick jerking wildly, almost painfully against the mattress. We lie there for what seems like ages, like neither of us can move. At last he lifts himself off me. Slowly, awkwardly I get off the bed and head for the bathroom for a quick shower. My head's completely fucked. Why did he do that? I like having it up the bum, yeah, but that just wasn't right. Sure, it was really intense and I dry-cummed and that, but it was like he didn't give a shit how I was feeling. I know he's not that big, but he's around fifteen pounds heavier than me. Having him right on top of me like that was really uncomfortable; I'm sore all over. I step out of the shower and dry off. I check myself in the mirror. There are red marks on my shoulders where his fingers bit into me. Shit, man, that's not right! He just didn't have to do that. I make my way back to the bedroom. As I walk in, Scott gets up off the bed and comes over to me. "Are you all right, man?" he asks, looking concerned. "Sorry, I shouldn't have, you know, gone at it like that; just got carried away. Sorry, man." He extends a hand. I take it; we hug. We don't kiss but we hug. He's said sorry, that's it; I'm not going to keep being angry with him. A lesson learned, I guess, I don't want anyone to fuck me like that again; it's sort of spoiled what was a pretty amazing day. We pull on our clothes and make the short walk to the station. They all say their goodbyes and thank me for coming over. Scott looks really sad to see me go; I guess it's `cause he knows he screwed up. I head out onto the platform to wait for the train. The journey back to London drags even more than the journey down; it feels like I'll never get there. At last I get off the train and set off to walk back to Waterloo East. The streets are hot and noisy, bustling with people all rushing in different directions. I can't wait to be out of it. I have to wait twenty minutes for the train to take me home. Finally it arrives. I get on and find a seat. I'm so tired it's all I can do to keep my eyes open. It's as well that our station's the end of the line. Slowly, painfully, I count off the stations; all I want now it to get home. I open the front door and let myself in. I collapse into an armchair; I can't believe how tired I am. It's twenty past five. I drag myself out of the chair; mum will be home soon and I've got to get everything ready for her to cook dinner. I plod upstairs to freshen up and change my clothes. I've messed my underpants; seems it doesn't matter how careful you are, you know, there's always s bit that gets left behind and leaks out afterwards. I potter around getting things sorted, trying to get my head round everything that's happened. I'm glad I went but I know one thing; I won't be going back.