Date: Thu, 29 Nov 2007 18:57:29 +0000 From: pinkpanther2@hotmail.co.uk Subject: 'A Warm April Saturday' Chapter 9. All the usual disclaimers apply; if the law where you are prohibits you from 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? And if you don't like reading about sexual interactions involving underage boys and adult men, you probably ought to leave this page right now. The Spanish holiday continues; in chapter 8, after an unpromising start ithings took a marked turn for the better. So how do they develop? Read on and find out! 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 NINE By the time we've finished in the bathroom and got ourselves dressed it's quarter past six. Having a shower together was really neat; we'll have to do that again. We wander downstairs. "Let's hang out at mine for a bit," I suggest. "Mum might think it's a bit odd if we spend all our time round here." We stroll the few yards to our villa. Mum's well chilled out. That's good; it's why we came here. We sit and chat about this and that, all really cool. Me and Stephen are back to being just ordinary kids again, sitting there chilling out in front of the telly. A car appears, heading along the driveway. "Mum and dad are back," Stephen says quietly. "I'd better go and tell them where I am." He makes his way out of the front door; me and mum follow behind. Stephen's mum is just getting out of the car. She bustles over to us. She's tall, athletic looking and very fair; Stephen is so like her! Wow! "I'm Sue Crosby" she says. "I hope Stephen hasn't been making a nuisance of himself." Stephen's dad follows her. He's completely different, short and stocky with dark hair starting to turn grey. You'd never pick him as Stephen's dad; you just wouldn't. Introductions all round, all very friendly, not that I expected any different. That's good; means there won't be a problem about me and Stephen hanging out together. Out mums are really going at it. That's weird; they met, like, two minutes ago and now they're yakking away like they've known each other years. Women! I don't think I'll ever understand them. The rest of us stroll into the villa. James gets drinks for himself and Stephen's dad. He seems very quiet, almost shy. There's some casual conversation about work, cars, golf; you know, the usual man stuff. It's ten minutes before mum comes back in. They've got it all sorted; we're all having dinner together. That's pretty neat too; means I'll get to spend some more time with Stephen. The three of them head back to their villa to get ready. It's quarter to eight when we meet up and head over to the restaurant. For once Stephen's not dressed all in black; pale grey cargo shorts and a blue and white check short-sleeve shirt. He's still got the baseball cap on though. Eating together like this is very enjoyable, it really is. Stephen's mum's pretty amazing, not bossy, just really good at getting people organised. She only talks quietly, but it seems like that's all she has to do. She just asks nicely and Stephen and his dad do whatever she says. Deputy Head of a big high school in Reading; that's what Stephen said she was. I bet the kids there don't mess her around! Mum obviously likes her a lot. My mum can talk pretty well, but Stephen's mum could talk for Britain! Paul, Stephen's dad is just the opposite. He says so little it'd be easy to forget he was there. It's pretty clear who calls the shots in Stephen's house, and it isn't his dad. Ten past nine; dinner was great. Me and Stephen got to have a glass of wine each too. Sue orders another bottle; seems like there's a whole lot more talking to be done, mainly our mums, of course, but James has been doing his fair share. Paul just seems totally out of it, like the dormouse at the Mad Hatter's tea party. "Dad," Stephen asks, trying to sound as bored as possible. "Can me and Chris go back the villa and watch telly for a bit?" Paul hands him the keys. "Go on; behave yourselves and don't get into mischief," he says quietly. Mum repeats the message about not getting into mischief; we excuse ourselves. As we leave I glance back at Paul and think about the dormouse again. I giggle to myself, wondering if the other three will try to stuff him into the teapot. We stroll the few yards back to the villa just enjoying the warm evening air. Somehow, I don't think that watching telly is a big part of what Stephen has in mind. "Don't get into mischief" they said. Well, I've a pretty good idea that getting into mischief's exactly what we'll be doing. Somehow doing stuff mum really wouldn't want me to do is, like, part of the buzz. Stephen unlocks the door; I follow him inside. "D'you want to come upstairs?" he asks, smiling at me. "Yeah!" We make our way up to his bedroom. Any minute now we're going to be getting into lots of mischief. We kick our shoes and socks off and set about undressing each other. Undoing the buttons on Stephen's shirt feels really sexy. He slips it off. I undo the top of his shorts and pull down the zip. They fall to the floor, leaving his standing there just in his boxers. I kneel in front of him and skin them down his legs. Wow! He is so fit! To think that this time yesterday I was worrying I wouldn't meet anyone to hang out with; well, that's all sorted. I take his semi-stiff cock into my mouth. It's rock hard in, like, two seconds. Stephen sits on the edge of the bed as he takes my shorts and briefs off. He slips my cock into his mouth. I reach forward, flicking off his baseball cap and running my fingers over his short blond hair. We jump onto the bed, picking up where we left off a few hours ago, lips locked together, Stephen's tongue pushed deep into my mouth. This is awesome; I could stay like this forever. The kiss ends; Stephen's looking right into my eyes. "Can I fuck you again?" he whispers. "Yeah, but I want to suck you some more first. Can you sixty-nine?" "Never done that; should be okay though. You got the stuff?" "Shit! It's in my other shorts; I've not got any pockets in these. You got any hair gel or anything?" "Nah; don't need it with my hair this short." "Let's go to the bathroom, see what we can find." We check the bathroom that Stephen uses; nothing. He leads the way to his parents' room. "Don't disturb anything" he says. "If mum knows I've been in here, I'm fucked." We head through to their bathroom. I pick up a tube off the shelf. "What's this?" I ask. "Mum's hand cream." "Should get the job done; KY's better though!" We scuttle back to Stephen's room and arrange ourselves lying on our sides, sort of corner to corner across the bed. We fit together like we were made for it, Stephen's hand slipping between my legs, his finger working the cream into my bum. We both take things pretty slow, gently sucking and licking each other. Stephen's tongue works all over my cock and slashes at my balls. Oh yeah! He's really good at this! A second finger joins the first. Nice! "Are you ready?" he whispers. I get into the classic doggy position, knees wide apart, bum pushed well back, head and shoulders down on the pillow. I glance behind me. Stephen's smearing cream onto his dick. "Go for it, Stevie boy!" He moves in behind me, guiding his cock onto my hole. One quick thrust and it slides right into me; his hard, flat tummy colliding with my bum. Oh fuck! This is so good! "Do it, man!" I gasp. I don't have to ask him twice. He's a good athlete like his mum; in, like, no time he's pounding my arse like it's the last chance he'll ever get. Fuck! I'm moaning and gasping, unable to imagine that anything can feel as awesome as this does. "Play with my cock!" I tell him. He reaches down, his slim fingers wrapping themselves around my throbbing dick. It hits me almost at once. My whole body shudders violently, head banging against the pillow, bum flaring and tightening round Stephen's thrusting cock. My dick comes to life between his fingers; it's tingling so much it almost hurts. He lets it go and grabs me round the hips, slamming right into me. His cock explodes, firing several more volleys of spunk deep into my bum. Wow! That was what I wanted; I guess what I've always wanted. He slowly eases back, allowing his cock to pop out of my arse. He's filled me up again; that is awesome! I look over my shoulder. He's sitting back on his heels. "Fuck, man!" he says, still trying to get his breath back. "I've been dreaming about doing that for months. I always knew it'd be pretty amazing, but that was, well, like fuckin' unreal!" I need the bathroom. I get off the bed; Stephen follows me, putting an arm round my shoulder. "When I'm back home," he whispers, "doing that with Jody, it'll be you I'm thinking about." I turn and lick his nose. That was so neat! It's another forty minutes before the adults reappear. We're sitting in the lounge room watching telly, just like we're supposed to be. 0 o 0 o 0 o 0 I wake to find James sitting on my bed. "What's the time?" I ask. "Half past seven." "Where's mum?" "Still asleep; we didn't drink all that much last night, but a good bit more than she's used to, I guess." "Stephen's dad seems really quiet," I comment. "Yeah; after you guys left I kept trying to draw him into the conversation, but it was hard work. He's okay though." He smiles at me. "You are Stephen seem to be getting on pretty well." "Yeah; he's cool. I like hanging out with him." "Hey babe; it's me you're talking to!" he says, grinning. "I think it goes a bit further than that." "Yeah, well, we've messed about a bit," I concede, wriggling uncomfortably. "Yeah, well there you go!" he says. "I told you you'd meet someone." He leans over and whispers right in my ear. "Has he fucked you?" Shit! This is so embarrassing! "Yeah," I admit, hardly able to look at him. "Twice; once when we got back from the pool then we did it again, you know, after dinner." "Thought so!" he says quietly, ruffling my hair. "That's cool; he's a fit lad. Nice cock?" "About five inches, you know, the same length as Greg's, but not as thick; he's not got any hair down there either and his balls aren't much bigger than mine." I pause for a second. "Got a real shock when he did me though; he came loads, almost as much as you!" "Really? So you messed your underpants then?" "Yeah, a bit!" "Does he wear that baseball cap all the time?" "Pretty much, except when he's in the pool or the shower or something. I had to make him take it off before we ---, you know." "Oh, right! D'you think he sleeps in it?" "Probably!" "You haven't said anything about ---, you know?" "Of course not! I'm not stupid!" "No reason why you shouldn't," he says quietly. I look at him like he's gone mad. "He's fucking you, isn't he?" he says, smiling and gently stroking my hair. "He can't very well say anything, can he?" He pauses, smiling down at me. "It'd be different if we were at home; something might get out, but we're only here for two weeks, yeah? Then we go our separate ways." Well, I can see where he's coming from, but it still seems a bit scary; what if it freaked Stephen out when I told him? "He knew I'd been fucked," I whisper. "I told him I've got a boyfriend." "Greg, you mean?" "Yeah." Fuck! He can read me like a book! "Had he done it before?" "Nah! Said he messes about with this kid who lives over the road. They tried it, but he didn't know about using lube and getting the kid ready and that so he couldn't get it in." "So he knows better now, then!" "Yeah; you know what he said, after he fucked me last night? He said when he's back home and doing it to this kid Jody he'd be thinking about me!" "Cool! Well, you just enjoy yourselves. With his mum and dad being out so much you can do it more or less whenever you want." "Yeah." I grin at him. "So are we going to, --- you know?" "Not today; we might wake your mum," he whispers. "Wednesday morning, Stephen's parents are going on a shopping trip. They've invited your mum to go with them; I've volunteered to stay here and hold the fort. They'll be leaving about nine o'clock." Well that's pretty cool; we'll have plenty of time before I meet up with Stephen. I'm not sure what to do about saying something to Stephen though; I'm not sure if I really want to. Suppose he really goes for the idea? I'm not sure I want to share James with him. I'm not sure if I'd like them taking turns on me either, `cause I'm pretty sure that's what'd happen. They'd probably spit roast me too. Sure it'd be pretty wild, but it's not all personal and sexy like when it's just the two of us, is it? But I've got a problem; what's going to happen on Wednesday? Suppose Stephen realises, --- you know, that someone else has fucked me? That might freak him out even worse. Hmmm! I'll have to think about this! 0 o 0 o 0 o 0 It's just gone half past ten when the four of us stroll across to the pool, James, mum, me and Stephen. Peter and Lewis seem pleased to see me, Peter especially. I introduce everyone. It's all really cool; mum and James seem to hit it off straight away with David and Jenny. The shallow end of the pool's been roped off and they've got floating mats and stuff for us kids to play on, like we often have at the pool back home. We all jump in; within a couple of minutes we're having a blast, tipping each other off our mats and just, well, being kids. Peter and Lewis work together most of the time; they give as good as they get too. James joins us in the water. This is even better! He's so big and strong he can tip a mat over just like that! After a few minutes, he teams up with the two younger ones against me and Stephen. This is not fair! We're getting drowned! Funny though, he never actually touches any of us. We touch him, you know, when we're trying to get our own back, but he doesn't put a hand on any of us. Then it clicks; it's `cause David and Jenny are watching. He's good; you have to say that! We crawl out of the pool and collapse onto our towels; I haven't had that much fun in ages! James comes back out looking as cool as he always does. Suddenly he's back to being one of the adults, like he flicked a switch or something. After a drink and an ice cream each we've all recovered and it's off to play on the diving board and the water slide. Stephen dives beautifully; I can't believe how high he gets. After half an hour we're all tired again and it's back to our towels. "Mum," I ask. "Is it okay if me and James go down to the beach for a bit? James knows the way; he's been before. We won't get lost or anything." She's in a really good mood; she's not going to say no, she just isn't." "Okay, but I want you back by half past twelve," she tells us. It's twenty to now, so that's okay; it just lets me and Stephen get away for a bit. "Can I go too, dad?" Peter asks, looking pleadingly at David. This was definitely not part of the plan; I'm sort of hoping he'll say no. He doesn't; he looks at me. "Is that okay, Chris?" he asks. "You'll look after him, won't you?" "Yeah, no problem," I say, smiling. Well, I couldn't really say anything else, could I? Lewis looks disappointed that he can't go too. I pull a tennis ball out of James's bag and stuff it into my pocket. "Just need a pee before we go," Stephen says. He heads over towards the changing area where we went yesterday. Me and Peter trot along after him and follow him into the men's room. There's nobody else there. There are four urinals. Stephen uses the first one. I quite deliberately go right to the other end; I'm not even thinking about what Peter's going to do. He takes the one next to Stephen. As I finish peeing I glance across. My eyes nearly fall out; he's peeking at Stephen's dick! I get the feeling that he may have taken a peek at me too while I wasn't looking, but it's Stephen he's concentrating on. Holy shit! I'd never even thought about that! Out of sight of his parents, Peter really loosens up, like hanging out with two older kids without his mum and dad there is a really big adventure for him. I'm not sure if Stephen realised what he was doing back in the men's room. His parents are out playing golf again. We could go to their place for a mess about; Peter would be well up for it! He might even let us ---, you know. Don't even go there! We're off to the beach like we said we were! Stephen's really good at throwing a tennis ball; he can throw it almost as hard as James does. He can catch just about anything too, jumping and diving all over the place to catch balls that are nowhere near him. It was what I expected somehow. Peter's almost as bad at catching as I used to be. I try to show him how to let his hands ride with the ball, but he doesn't seem to get it. He looks really down. "I used to drop it all the time till James showed me how to catch properly," I say, smiling at him. "Next time I'll get him to come with us; he'll teach you!" "Would you? Thanks! So he isn't your dad then?" "He's mum's boyfriend." "Oh! He's cool!" I smile to myself. He's a nice kid; just needs to get away from his mum and dad a bit more. So he's curious about what older boys look like. Well, so what? I'm sure he doesn't really understand it; I know I wouldn't have at his age. It's probably better that way. 0 o 0 o 0 o 0 We leave Peter with his mum and dad and stroll back to the villa. I glance over my shoulder. James and mum are a good twenty yards behind us. "Did you notice Peter peeking at you while you were having a piss?" I ask quietly. "Course I bloody did; dirty little sod! He was sneaking a look at you too!" "You're not thinking of doing anything, are you?" "No way, man!" "Cute little bum!" I say, teasing him. "Yeah, whatever! He's only nine and he's glued to his mum and dad most of the time. It's way too risky, man.!" "Yeah, cool." Phew! I'm glad we got that sorted out! 0 o 0 o 0 o 0 Ten to two; lunch is finished. Me and James do the washing up and put everything away. "Mum, is it okay if I go round to Stephen's, just chill out till four? His mum and dad are out all day so he's on his own." "Okay, but make sure you do just chill out; and you're not to go out till four, understand?" "Yes, mum!" 0 o 0 o 0 o 0 We're chilling out all right, lying naked on Stephen's bed, our arms draped across each other's shoulders. "Stephen, I've got something to tell you, but you've got to promise not to freak, okay?" "Yeah, no worries!" "You know I told you about my boyfriend, yeah?" Well it wasn't him who, you know, got me into doing this." "Yeah?" I take a deep breath. "It was James." There's a deathly silence. Shit! He is going to freak! "So are you into that, then, going with older guys?" "Yeah! Not just any older guy though; James is really fit and he's helped me with all sorts of stuff." "He's fit all right. I could tell you really like him; I never thought about him doing that; he's been all over your mum whenever I've seen him. I wouldn't want to go with an older guy; I like, you know, boys my age or a bit younger. Does he fuck you?" "Yeah." "So does he want to do stuff with me?" "Dunno, really. I guess he would if you were up for it. I think he'd like the two of you to spit-roast me, you know, him at one end, you at the other." "Would you like that?" "Not sure." "I'd rather just be here with you." "I would too." I say snuggling up to him. "I've not done anything with James since we got here `cause mum's been around the whole time, but Wednesday morning, when she's going with your mum and dad on this shopping trip, we're going to do it then. You don't mind, do you?" "Course not, as long as you're happy." "You're really cool, you know that?" I give him a peck on the cheek. "So d'you want to fuck me then?" "What d'you think?" I carefully coat his dick with KY; it's time to try something new. "Hold your cock so it's sticking straight up," I tell him. I shift across so that my body's directly above his and gently lower myself onto it. I settle down right on top of him, his heart thumping between my shoulder blades. He wraps his arms round me. "This is different!" he comments, reaching down to play with my privates. "Did James teach you this?" "Yeah!" Not strictly true, but I'm not going to tell him about Vince and all that business; that would be too much information! "Go for it, Stevie!" I say. He starts pumping his hips, driving his hard cock right into me. He's still playing with my cock and balls too. Oh, yeah! I want more of this! "Oh, Stevie!" I moan. "That's awesome, man!" He pumps even harder, his breathing getting hotter and noisier. He's very close; I am too. Suddenly, I totally lose it. The room disintegrates into a kaleidoscope of flashing lights like I've been transported to another planet. My body's shaking; bum tightening, cock jerking, Stephen's spunk filling my bum. Oh fuck! When my senses start working again I'm almost surprised to find myself back in Stephen's bedroom still impaled on his dick. I have to think for a moment to remember how I got here. Wow! Was that wild or what? I slowly lift myself off him. Some of his spunk splutters out and lands on his tummy. "Did you like that?" I ask. "Yeah, course I did! I'd fuck you hanging from the lights if you wanted me to! I'd rather do it like we did it before though! I smile to myself; I think I would too. 0 o 0 o 0 o 0 James has come to the beach with us to give Peter a lesson on catching a ball. He's amazing, just like he was with me. By the end of it Peter's catching everything; fast ones, high ones, low ones, whatever we throw at him. Even Stephen learns something: how to take a high catch that's going to go over your head. He tries to catch them by back-pedalling across the sand but he can't get back fast enough. James shows him how to take them by turning round and running forwards, taking the ball as it comes over his shoulder. It's time to make our way back to the pool. Stephen and I walk in front, with James and Peter a little way behind. "I can see why kids like him so much," Stephen says quietly. "He explains stuff really well and he's so patient; great fun to be with too. He'd make an awesome teacher." I smile to myself. I know Stephen says he's not interested in older guys, but he's starting to understand why I like James so much and how important he is to me. I take a glance behind. Peter's totally awestruck, walking along looking up at James like he was some sort of god. Back at the pool, Peter talks excitedly to his dad about how much fun he's had and how much he's learned. "Thanks, James," David says warmly. "You really seem to have got through to him; I wish I could!" "It's about confidence mainly," James says casually, "learning to relax." He makes it sounds like anyone could have done it, but they can't, that's the whole point. Most guys wouldn't have a clue how to do what he just did. James is pretty special all right. 0 o 0 o 0 o 0 It's five past nine when mum leaves. James gives her a big sloppy kiss before she goes. We sit on the sofa. At last we've got some time together. "You okay, Tiger?" he asks. "Yeah, cool." I snuggle closer to him. "I just want to say thanks." "What for?" "You know, bringing us here and that; it's been awesome!" "It's great seeing you and your mum so happy," he says, putting an arm round my shoulder. "That'll do for me." "I want to say thanks for yesterday too." "Yesterday?" "Yeah, you know, coming to the beach and showing Peter how to catch properly. You were brilliant! I think Stephen understands now." "Understands what?" he says, sounding puzzled. "How special you are and why I like you so much. I told him, you know like you said. He was okay with it, but he says he's not into older guys. I don't think he got it at first. Well, he does now, I think. He's starting to, anyway." "Well, I was having great fun," he says, gently stroking my hair. "Peter's a lovely kid and Stephen's a superb athlete; not surprising once you've met his mum." I tell him about the business with Peter peeking at us in the men's room. "So Stephen's not stupid either!" he says, grinning and giving my shoulder a squeeze. "Trying anything with Peter would have been way too risky. You wouldn't have wanted to do that, would you?" "Not really; I thought Stephen might though." "So what d'you want now?" he asks, smiling down at me. I turn towards him, running my tongue over my lips. He pulls me into a wonderful, sexy kiss. "Let's go upstairs," he whispers. He follows me up. I'm about to go into my room but he stops me; we're going to use theirs. He sits on the edge of the king-size bed and gently undresses me, not that I've got that much to take off. He's so good at this; his touch is amazing. Just having his fingers running over my arms and legs makes me tingle all over. He leans forwards, taking my cock into his mouth, his fingers fondling my balls and the tickling the sensitive area just behind them This is so good! I help him take off his shirt, shorts, boxers. Wow! He's the fittest guy on the planet, or at least I think he is. We get onto the bed and just lie there, kissing, cuddling stroking each other. There's no rush; we've got all the time we want. This is heaven! He slowly licks his way down my body until his tongue's lapping at my cock. I run my fingers through his hair as he moves on down to lick my balls. Gradually he works his way back up until his tongue's working magic on the tip of my cock. Oh, yeah! He pushes down, taking it fully into his mouth, sucking it, licking it. Fuck! I hardly know which day of the week it is! We swap over. I take my time, making sure to pay attention to his nipples as I work my way down; he really likes that. Finally I'm there. I take a deep breath and go down on him, gradually pushing down until I've got just over half of it in my mouth. I slide back up, using my tongue to work all over the shiny purple head. I get into a nice steady rhythm, James moaning quietly and stroking my hair. His moans get a little louder; it's time to stop. I get into the doggy position. James moves round behind me and starts licking me out. He's still the only person who's done that to me. It is so sexy! Really gross, but it's sort of sexy `cause it's so gross, if you know what I mean. His tongue moves away. A cool slimy finger circles my hole and pushes its way inside, touching my prostate. This isn't going to take long. It's not that he's rushing, but Stephen's bummed me a couple of times a day for the last three days so, well, you get the picture. The finger slides smoothly out. "How d'you want it, Tiger?" he whispers. "Like this?" "Yeah!" As it goes, I've pretty much decided that this is my favourite position; don't know why, it just is. James moves in close, his cock nuzzling against my hole. It's been a week and a half since he last fucked me and no-one else I've been with comes near to his size. I relax and push out. There's a momentary stab of pain as it goes in, replaced almost immediately by that wonderful, warm, full feeling. He holds me round the tops of my legs and slowly pulls me onto him till his cock-hair's squished up against my bum. Oh, yeah! I've taken it all, everything he's got! That is awesome! He starts off really slow, same as he usually does, building it up and building it up till he's pounding my arse like the world's about to end. He reaches down and fondles my cock. It has the same effect as it always does, complete overload! Within seconds I'm thrashing about, clawing at the bed, my dick jerking over and over between his fingers. James is right there too, slamming right into me, his cock rearing up so hard it almost lifts me off the bed, jet after jet of thick, creamy man-spunk flooding into my arse. Suddenly it's over. We stay right as we are for maybe twenty seconds, just trying to get ourselves back together. That was as good as it gets; nothing can ever beat the way that feels. Very slowly he pulls out. "Wow, Tiger!" he says, still breathing hard. "That was well worth waiting for! I said you're the best and I was not wrong! You've got such a cute little bum!" I use their bathroom to get cleaned up. When I get back, James is still lying naked on the bed. I jump on next to him. "James," I ask. "Why does everybody say I've got a cute little bum? You said it, Scott did and Stephen." He wraps an arm round my shoulder and licks my nose. "Probably because you've got a cute little bum!" he whispers. We both laugh. I snuggle right up to him, resting my head on his chest. I love this guy; I really do.