Date: Wed, 05 Mar 2014 23:06:34 +0000 From: Bailie Scott Subject: A Taste of America in London - Chapter 12 A Taste of America in London Chapter 12 This story is fiction. Any similarity to any persons living or dead is merely a coincidence. If you are not allowed by law to view this material, please do not do so. If you are under 18 years of age, please leave now. This is a love story between two consenting, yet under 18 year old people set in a secondary school. If that offends you, I apologise and ask that you do not read any further. Otherwise, enjoy. Please remember that Nifty needs donations to continue providing the space for these stories to be kept and accessed by you. Please consider visiting: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html I was on cloud 9 for the remainder of the week. If I even felt remotely bored or stressed, all I had to do was remember the warmth and puffiness of Cody's lips from our brief kisses and my dick would be rock hard and a grin would break out across my face. I think that I was driving Sim mad, as he kept referring to me as a love sick puppy whenever we were together. I'd told him all about the date and he was excited for me. He made it clear that he was relieved that Cody seemed to be treating me okay and ultimately that I was happy. I mentioned that Cody had got a bit narked that I had told Sim, he was gay. Sim said he didn't think it was unreasonable as we told each other everything, but after I pleaded with him to do so, Sim agreed to have a conversation with Cody at the bowling alley and let him know that his secret was safe. I felt relieved, but I was so grateful he was willing to build a relationship with him too. I just hoped they didn't get too comfortable haha. Carlotta had been just as stubborn and ignorant as normal, except every time she called me 'Fairy' now, she seemed to have more conviction in her voice. But she did also smile at me occasionally, I hoped to try and put my mind at ease. I saw Cody around school a few times in the latter half of the week and each time he had smiled and given me a sly wink. I, in turn, blushed like a bright red light bulb. Sim quickly caught on to what it was that was making me glow, and teased me about it non-stop. On Friday afternoon I sent an email to all of the guys and the girls to confirm the bowling trip the next day: "Hey Peeps, Hope you're still up for the bowling? Is everyone good to meet there at 6:00pm, tomorrow? Craig x" Over the course of the afternoon I heard back from everyone confirming they were coming. The guys were all looking forward to hanging out with some girls (a welcome change when you're in a boys school). The girls were all looking forward to getting to hang out with Sim. He was evidently quite popular with the girls. Sim had emailed and said he was inviting Emily (that should make things interesting with the girls). It looked like it might be a good little afternoon. As I was leaving the form room at the end of the day, I checked my phone again and there was an email in my inbox from Cody: "So now I have your email address too - haha. Looking forward to bowling... Shall I pick you up about 5:30? We can go straight on from the lanes for 'Date # 2'. Burrito Boy" I replied by text, "Sounds good to me. Date # 2 is my choice, right? C x" "I suppose so. What should I wear?" Haha - I can't believe he asked a red blooded male that question, "As little as possible?" "Hmmm. I like it. Your wish is my command. Bx" Oh Jesus. What had I just instigated? As I walked to the school gate, I met up with Sim who was waiting there. "Jesus Christ... What's taken you so long?" "Sorry, Mr Brunswick was chatting to the class." Sarcastically, "Did he not realise it's Friday?" I shrugged, he smiled and we carried on walking down the road. "So Sausage... We getting the bus or walking?" "Bus I reckon. We can check that the girls are all set for tomorrow." "Fair enough. Are you okay with Emily coming tomorrow?" "I don't see why not. It may devastate the other girls though" Sim puffed up his chest and held his shoulders high, butching it up, "Well there's enough of me for all of them..." I couldn't help but laugh, "I'll be sure to let Emily know that, so she's aware." Sim ruffled my hair, which drives me insane, "Only joking. Best we keep that to just you and me." I played confused, "What there's enough of you for me???? I don't think so." Sim looked at me, raised his eyebrows and shrugged, "Honestly, Sausage. After all you've seen of me, and you're still in denial." We both laughed out loud as we got to the bus stop. There are usually quite a few people at the bus stop and today was no different. As usual it would be standing room only on the bus. I turned to Sim, "Actually, I wonder if we should just walk?" He looked up the road to see if there was any sign of the bus. "Yeah, guess that might be quicker." We were just starting to walk down the road, when we jumped at the sound of a car hooting at us. We turned around and at first didn't recognise anything, and then it suddenly dawned on me. The black Wrangler in front of us was Cody. Sim was squinting at the car, "Is that Cody?" I smiled and started running towards the car which had now pulled over to the side of the road. I could see Cody smiling behind the wheel, and he was waving me and Sim over. As we got to the car, the window was rolled down, "Need a lift home, boys?" "Too fucking sure..." Sim said, as he brushed me out of the way and hopped into the front seat. I guess I was going to have to get into the back. Sim was looking around admiring the car, pressing buttons, checking out the glove box and playing with the radio. He just kept telling Cody how great the car was, and how lucky he was to be driving already. I saw Cody look into the rear view mirror at me, and gave me that wink. Oh God, he was so hot. Sim pretty much manipulated the conversation on the way home, and when I say conversation, I am being generous. He loved the car, that much was clear and he was telling us everything we could do now that we knew someone who drove. Cody addressed Sim, "So do you need a lift to the bowling lanes tomorrow too?" Sim turned and smiled at him, "Yeah, that would be great. Thanks, mate. I only need a lift there as I'm going to Emily's after." "Oh is she joining us tomorrow?" "Yeah she's tagging a long too." "That's neat. Craig... Why didn't you mention it?" I looked up and he was smirking at me through the mirror, I had no idea what he was going on about. Before I could answer though, Sim spoke up, oblivious to anything else going on, "I only told him this afternoon. But he probably wouldn't have had time to mention it even if he knew, you're probably both too busy playing kissy face." Cody looked up at me through the mirror and he looked a bit shocked that Sim had said that. I don't know if he thought I'd been telling Sim everything (which obviously, I had) or if he though Sim was just being crude. A few minutes later we pulled up outside my house. I jumped out and just as I turned to see if Cody wanted to come in with Sim and me, Cody put his arm on Sim's, "Hey Sim. Do you mind hanging on for a couple of minutes I wanted to ask you something?" Sim looked a bit surprised, and then turned to me with furrowed eyebrows. Cody quickly stepped in, "About Emily, I mean." This seemed to grab Sim's attention and he started laughing, "Oh Jesus. What has she said?" Cody suddenly looked bashful, looking between Sim and me. Sim turned around to me, "Craig go on in. I'll follow you in a couple of minutes." That was weird, but what could I do. I said goodbye to Cody and he reminded me that he'd pick us up at 5:30 tomorrow and then I walked away. I turned back on a couple of occasions but it looked like they were waiting for me to go indoors. I had no idea what this conversation was going to be like. They'd both been a bit weird about each other, and so I couldn't tell whether they were going to be pleasant to each other, or start fighting. I went indoors and immediately went into the front room. I knew that they wouldn't be able to see me through the net curtains. They were both just sitting in the car with straight faces talking. Occasionally Sim would look down, or Cody would look down and there was plenty of hand gesturing. Neither of them was monopolising the conversation by the look of things, and neither looked particularly angry or upset. Every now and then, one of them would nod, although they were both looking forward and not at each other. About ten minutes later, they both started smiling, and they both looked towards the window, and waved. Shit. How did they know I was there? I backed away from the window as Sim got out of the car. I saw Cody drive off. I turned around and I'm not sure how I hadn't noticed her when I came in, but Carlotta was sitting on the sofa behind me, looking at me like she'd just caught me wearing her shoes. "What the fuck are you doing, fairy?" "Oh shit, you scared the bajesus out of me. How long have you been sitting there?" "Since well before you came in, weirdo. What were you looking at?" The front door opened as Sim let himself in, he looked happy enough, "Hey Carlotta, you alright?" She turned around and looked quizzically at him, "Yeah. Just wondered why Craig's been staring at you out the window!!!" Sim suddenly drew himself up, sucking in his (nonexistent) belly, sticking out his shoulders and acting macho, He stroked his hands down his body, "You had to wonder why? He can't get enough of my hot body!!!" They both started laughing, "I think you've got competition now, Sim." They carried on laughing, and I wasn't enjoying being the butt of their conversation "I am standing here you know." "Yeah, I noticed. Fuck off so I can do my homework." Carlotta replied. I flipped her the bird. I then grabbed a couple of cans of coke from the fridge and dragged Sim upstairs to my room. Walking into my room, I threw my school bag across the room on to my bed, "What the fuck was that about?" I asked, Sim walked over to my bed, put his bag down and laid down, "Oh Dude, she's just playing with ya." Exasperated, "I don't give a shit what she has to say, I'm talking about the conversation you just had with Cody..." He opened his can, and just looked at me with a grin on his face, "Yeah, that really got ya, didn't it?" I held my hands up, "Well!?" Sim laughed, "What if I told you he was telling me that he was just using your skanky arse to get to me?" I arched one eyebrow, "I'd say you're full of shit." He laughed, "Well you couldn't blame him, I am quite the stunner!" Oh god, he was on a pseudo ego trip.... "Are you gonna tell me what he said?" Suddenly looking at me seriously, Sim said, "That depends..." "Depends on what" Sim smirked, "It depends on you telling me just how stunning I am" "Whatever. What did he say?" He cupped his ear, "I'm sorry, I think I missed something." I rolled my eyeballs, I knew that he was playing his game and I wasn't going to get anything out of him unless I did what he asked, "You're stunning, Sim." He grinned, but he hadn't finished there, "How stunning?" Trying to get him to get to the point, I played, "You're incredibly stunning, the most stunning person I've ever met.... Now tell me." "Wait!!! Why the hurry? Tell me how much you like my arse." Now he was really taking the piss. I started walking towards my bathroom, "Sod it, I don't care anymore." Just before I reached the bathroom door, he burst out laughing, "Oh you're such a girl. Jesus.... He just wanted to clear the air." I turned back around to face Sim, "about what?" It was Sim's turn to roll his eyes, "He wanted to speak to me about what you told me; About him being gay." Oh God... "What did he say?". "He just wanted to tell me that he knew you tell me everything, and he just asked me to keep what I knew about him private from anyone else." "And you said?" "I said sure. You and me tell each other everything, Sausage. I may not owe him anything, but I'm not gonna betray your privacy and there's not much I could say about him without landing you in it." "And he was happy with that???" Sim shrugged, "He was. " "Good". I continued towards the bathroom, only casually hearing Sim say, "And then I told him that you're my brother, and that if he did anything to hurt you, I'd destroy him." I turned around surprised, "You didn't??" Sim smiled, "Oh I surely did..." "And what did he say about that." Sim got up off the bed and started towards me. When he was standing only a foot away from me, he continued, "He said he completely understood and said he was glad I was looking out for you." This was my turn to laugh, "Who do you think you are? The godfather?" Sim tried to impersonate The Godfather, "Time erodes gratitude more quickly than it does beauty!" He then leant forward grabbed my head, turned me to the left and kissed my right cheek, then turned my head to the right and kissed my left cheek. "God, you're so cheesy." He laughed to himself as he started walking back to my bed, he rubbed his butt with both hands behind him, "I may be cheesy, but I still got something you want". He turned and winked at me, causing me to start laughing and then sat back on my bed. The rest of the evening was pretty lame. Sim spent the evening quoting The Godfather at me, and then made us watch it whilst we ordered and ate Dominos. We text the other guys and the girls to confirm the details for tomorrow and generally just spent some time laying next to each other on my bed talking and drinking beers that we'd stolen from my dads stock of them in the garage. I woke up in the morning with a kicking headache. It took me a few seconds to realise that I was lying in my bed, and remember that I must have drunk like 8 cans of beer (hey I'm a lightweight). I slowly opened my eyes, thank god the curtains were closed or I might have been blinded by the light that was shining through the curtains. I realised I was spooning someone, I assumed to be Sim, and I currently had my hard cock wedged up against his bum and my arm was over his arm across his chest. I pulled my hand back across and lifted up the covers... Luckily I still had on a pair of undershorts, unfortunately they weren't doing much to protect my modesty, or Sim's bum. Oh shit, Sim was freeballing. I was in the process of slowly trying to unroll myself away from him, when I realised that he wasn't snoring. Sim was possibly the hottest guy I've ever seen, but when he's asleep he sounds like a squealing pig. "Sim" I whispered. "Oh awake finally are you??? Mind extracting your cock from my arse, stud?" I backed away to my side of the bed and he flipped over to face me, he was smiling, "So getting me drunk and trying to stick your little willy up me was the plan was it?" Oh god, how embarrassing, "Oh Jesus. Sorry Sim. I think it was the booze." I felt like such a twat. He laughed, and then groaned and cupped his head. "How much did we drink last night?" he asked I leant over and looked at the floor. "There's about twenty cans down here..." "No wonder I feel like shit, then". I turned back to him. He lifted up the duvet and stared down at my crotch, He turned back to me smiling, sarcastically, "Hey good job buddy. Looks like you're finally growing down there!" I pulled the cover back down and punched him on the arm. He found it hysterical. "How long have you been awake for?" I asked. "Well I got woken up by my best buddy trying to drive his dick in my ass, so about 5 minutes or so." I groaned, "Sorry about that." Sim laughed out loud as he flung the duvet back and I saw him laying there completely starkers with a 7 and a bit inch dick hard against his stomach. He brushed his hands down his body, "Nothing to apologise for, Sausage. Nobody could be blamed, just look at me!" I rolled my eyes, "Ego much!" He laughed, "I'm busting for a waz dude." He got up and I watched his tight, pert little ass bounce across the room to the bathroom. From where I was laying I couldn't help but stare at him as he stood at the toilet and pissed like a race horse. He flushed the chain, washed his hands and as he started brushing his teeth, turned around to look at me. His dick had softened somewhat, but still looked pretty plump. It was uncut, with a nice, not overly thick bush of dark brown, almost black hair around the base. He had a little treasure trail leading up to his belly button and a couple of hairs on his chest. He had muscles, man. A pair of obliques that made my mouth water and dick get harder. His legs were slightly apart and his calves were toned from the amount of sports he did, and his arms were pretty muscly too. He had the makings of a 4 pack going on. As he brushed his teeth he decided to try and maintain a conversation, "So what's the plan for today?" As he said it he sprayed toothpaste across the room and down his stomach. It looked like he's just blown a load over himself. Damn, the thought got me harder. I was proper straining in my underwear under the duvet. "Thought I'd get rid of my homework and then go for a run, before heading out." He frowned, "Guess I should probably do the same. Mind if I hang out here?" "Why do you even ask?" I said, since what he actually meant was that he was sticking around for the day. I leant across to the bedside table, picked up my phone and saw it was gone midday. "Shit dude, we should get on with it. You showering first?" He spat out his toothpaste into the sink and then said, "Yeah". He closed the bathroom door, I'm not sure why and I heard him start the shower and then get in. Now was my chance. I got up, ran across the bedroom, locked my bedroom door, ran back to the bed, shedding my underwear as I did, and laying back down took matters into hand. Cupping my balls with one hand, I played with them a bit, as I pulled back my foreskin with my other hand and started to stroke my cock. My dick wasn't massively long, I knew that from the porn I'd seen, but it had a fair girth to it, and I could only just get my fingers around it. I knew time was sparse because I could hear Sim in the shower, and knowing we would have to shower again after the run, he would be quick. I closed my eyes, and in my eyes I could see Sim walking towards the bathroom with that hot tasty ass right in my face and then standing there facing me with his hard cock across his stomach and toothpaste or cum on his belly. I imagined him jerking off his cock as he stroked his chest. The thought was intense as I imagined it was my hand jerking his cock. I opened my eyes and saw my hand beating my dick hard and fast. There was precum leaking down my fingers and occasionally flicking off on the upstroke. I imagined Sim kneeling between my legs which I automatically spread across the bed, and taking my cock in his mouth, in his hot red lips. I could feel my balls start to retract back into my body as I imagined Sim using his tongue on the underside of the head of my dick. The hand that was massaging my balls came up and started rubbing my belly and chest. I could hear Sim still in the shower. Fuck he had me so fucking horny. I was gonna cum. Shit! Where was I gonna cum? I reached down to the side of my bed and grabbed my boxers from the floor, I pounded away on my dick, pulling the foreskin back over the head and then back down again quickly. My feet started to curl back towards my body, as I reached the vinegar strokes. I held my boxers in my left hand over my cock head and with my right hand stroked myself harder and faster. I closed my eyes and imagined I was cumming straight over Sim's ass cheeks. My legs stretched, my neck reached back into the pillow and I felt myself cumming. This wasn't a little cum either. 6 or 7 hard squirts, so intense they made my back arch and lift off the bed, I had made the boxers soggy as hell and my dick started to soften as I still held it in my hand. I wiped off my dick, pulled my foreskin back and just laid there enjoying the post cum relaxing feeling. I laid there for a couple of minutes before I heard the shower switch off, and I jumped up to put the incriminating boxer shorts in the washing basket. A couple of minutes later Sim walked out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around him. "You better have left me some hot water" I said as I walked past him. As I did he reached back and slapped me on the ass, "Only a little bit. I'm gonna borrow some of your clothes, that alright?" "Sure help yourself". With that I went into the bathroom and had a very very hot shower. I like the water so it's almost scolding. Sim I knew liked it just luke warm but then again he liked to have sex in the shower, according to him. For some reason that didn't appeal to me whatsoever. Showering was very much a focused task of washing. I didn't get off on the idea of having sex in it. As I showered I heard Sim crashing around my room and a couple of times he shouted something to me, but I couldn't make out what he said, so I did what any teenager would do and ignored him. About 10 minutes later I got out of the shower, wrapped a towel around myself and opened the bathroom door. Sim was sitting on my bed, wearing a pair of my athletic shorts, and a t shirt, ready to go running once we'd done homework. He was facing me directly and as I walked out looked directly up at me and grinned, "What?" I asked, "I couldn't find my boxers anywhere so I borrowed some of yours." I shrugged, "Fair enough, as long as you wash em." I then spotted his boxers at the end of the bed, I pointed at them, "There they are there, you blind twat." He turned to look at them and then turned back to me, still grinning. "Yeah, that's what I thought... but they're not. They're yours!" How I didn't see this coming is difficult to believe, but he pulled from behind him a pair of very damp, sticky, white stained boxer shorts. "It's alright though, I found them in your washing basket" He burst out laughing. I damn near shat my pants. "Oh my fucking god!!! You're kidding me?" He was literally wetting himself laughing "Na way dude. You flooded these skids! I knew I was hot, but seriously you're sniffing and cumming in my pants dude! You've got it bad for me." "Fuck you.. I thought they were mine. As if I'd be sniffing your dirty pants." "Fair enough, I get it, it was an accident" He actually did quote marks with his fingers, "you might not have been sniffing them, but Jesus dude, they're fucking soaked, how can you cum that much?" I laughed a little bit, glad that he was impressed with my load, but shit how had I made such an epic mistake? "Sorry! I'll get them washed for you." "No shit you will!" he said still grinning and then he threw them across the room at me. They were so soggy that when they hit the floor, it sounded like someone had dropped them in a bucket of water. From the way he was holding his stomach and rolling about on my bed laughing, I had the feeling that Sim was going to be taking the piss out of this for some time. Hopefully he wouldn't be mentioning it at the bowling.