Date: Mon, 17 Dec 2018 18:30:59 +0000
From: martinsmemories@hotmail.com
Subject: Edinburgh Boys 2

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My lungs are on fire, my legs might be made of lead and I'm sweating
through all of my clothes, but it feels good; I am just behind Daniel as we
jog the entire perimeter of the Edinburgh Meadows, the final leg of what
has become our Friday afternoon run. We've been running together for three
weeks now and while the blistering August has ended, we're now into an
oppressively hot September that is, if anything, more unbearable. The air
is thick and each breath is dry, the grass yellowed and dead underneath my
feet. I'm exhausted but I don't care. Even after such a short time I feel
like a new person. I focus on my breathing and try to match my footfall to
Daniel's, eyes fixed on the back of his hairy legs.

"Not far to go now man," he yells breathlessly, without turning around. I
don't reply. If I try my lungs might just give out. The runs have been
extensive; going from no exercise to running three times a week has been a
bit of a culture shock and I honestly don't think I've ever slept as well
as I am lately. I notice Daniel's strides become shorter, the urgency in
his steps decreasing and I struggle to breathe a sigh of relief. He comes
to a gentle stop beside a heavily scarred bench and immediately begins
stretching his legs. I resist the urge to collapse and instead try to focus
on breathing deeply. Daniel had told me that it was important to warm down
properly, so I half heartedly copy his stretches.

"Good job, wee man," he says to me, grinning. "How you feeling?"

"Shattered," I tell him.

"I bet. You're doing really well, honestly. I didn't think you'd manage
this route yet but you really impressed me.

I can't keep the smile off my face. He squeezes my shoulder.

"I'm going for a piss," he tells me.

"Same."

There's a grotty wee public toilets near us; you know the type, rotting
doors and graffiti, decades of urine staining the air. Daniel strides over
to the urinal but I bashfully lock myself in a cubicle. I don't think I'd
be able to pee next to him; my little ginger willy might be a healthy 4
inches hard but it's still only about 2 inches soft and I bet Daniel's got
a huge hairy dick that would just make me feel like a child in
comparison. I hear his grunt of relief milliseconds before the sound of his
piss hitting the metal and burst out laughing.

"Hey!" I hear him say, laughing too. "You know those pisses that feel
almost as good as cumming?"

"Yeah," watching as my foreskin peels back and I start to piss too. I
freeze; I've just admitted I know what it feels like to cum. He knows that
I wank!

"Well that's what this feels like," he sighs.

When we're both finished, we begin to walk to the bus stop, stopping only
to buy a bottle of water each.

"Daniel!"

We both turn. Quickly catching up to us is a tall slim girl with a head
full of tight blonde curls. There is a cigarette between her fingers and a
huge smile on her face.

"Hey Amy," says Daniel brightly, pulling her into a hug.

"Jeez, you're all gross and wet!"

"Yeah, that would be sweat," says Daniel nodding. "Literally just finished
our run," he explains, gesturing to me with his thumb.

"Cool! And you are?" she asks me.

"Isaac. Or Izzy, if you like," I tell her, wiping my hand on my shorts and
holding it out to her.

"Aw, aren't you the wee gentleman?"

She takes my hand and shakes it.

"Izzy is exercising with me lately. The wankers on the bus keep giving him
a hard time so he's gonna get into shape, isn't that right?"

"Pretty much, yeah," I say.

"Good for you," says Amy. "If anyone is giving you trouble, Daniel has all
the girls on his side so let him know and we can sort them out."

"Thanks," I tell her.

"Look, I have to jet but I'll se you on Monday, yeah Daniel?"

"Most likely," Daniel confirms. "See you then babe."

Amy gives him a quick pack on the cheek before walking back the way she
came.

"Who is she?" I ask.

"Amy? She's in my registration class, we've had classes together for most
of our time at school."

"She's nice."

"She can be," laughs Daniel. "You get on the WRONG side of her and she will
destroy you. Luckily I have the girls on side so she's good to me."

"How come? You've got her on side, I mean? Did you go out with her?"

Daniel laughs.

"Nah man. We're just friends; when most of the boys in your year are sex
crazed idiots, apparently it makes a nice change to meet one who isn't."

"So you're not having sex?"

Daniel gasps, exaggerating.

"God , we're getting personal are we?"

I glanced at the ground, face burning.

"Sorry..."

"Don't be stupid. I'm not having sex with Amy, if that's what you mean,
though I bet she'd be up for it if I'm honest. But I'm not a virgin."

My willy twitches at that. I want to ask all sorts of questions but I don't
know where to start.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, just... I've never spoken to anyone about this stuff before."

"I get it. You've started puberty and you've got all these questions about
it but you don't want to ask your dad because it's embarrassing and you
can't ask your mates that are your age because that's embarrassing too and
they don't have any more of a clue than you, yeah?"

"Erm... pretty much, yeah."

"Well look. You can ask me anything you like; I'll tell you if I don't want
to answer but I'll do my best to answer you properly. Is that fair?"

"Okay," I reply, my heart beating fiercely.

"Anything you want to ask then?"

"You said you're not a virgin. How old were you when you first had sex?"

"I was 14," Daniel said calmly. We're at the bust stop; he checks his
watch. "Fuck it, let's walk, it's only 40 minutes or so. Yeah, I was 14,
just. Younger than some but not as many as you'd think."

"Who with?"

"Oh, they left school already. They were a couple of years older than me."

"Oh," I say. "That's cool."

"Yeah?" he asks. "You don't sound too sure."

"No, it is!" I insist. "I'm just... I don't know, it's a bit
weird. Like... I'm horny all the time but I'm not having sex, so sex is
like this big mysterious thing to me, you know?"

"I do."

"And like... You've done it. But you're still just... a person."

"Most of the people you see on a daily basis have had sex mate. And don't
let yourself get too worked up about it. I know it seems lime sex is
absolutely everything right now. That's not going to go away any time
soon. But it will happen for you when it happens."

"I guess."

"Till then you'll just have to keep wanking four times a day."

"Wha- what!?"

Daniel bursts out laughing.

"I was 12 too once remember? When you discover your dick can feel that good
you never want to let it go right?"

"Pretty much," I agree, grinning despite my embarrassment. Daniel is good
at making me take a step back and realising things don't need to be as huge
as I have a tendency to make them.

"Don't let anyone make you feel ashamed of wanking, Izzy. Every guy I know
does it. Almost every man in the world does it or has done it. It's a
natural part of being alive. As long as its private, who the fuck cares
what you do to your nob?"

"Do you still wank then?" I ask.

"Of course I fucking do! I'm horny all the time too, I'm just used to
it. But yeah. I had a wank just before we came out for the run and I'll
probably have another one before I shower."

My willy is hard and sticking straight out from my body. I try to shift my
body so it doesn't tent too visibly in my shorts.

"Amy's pretty," I say.

"You think?"

"Yeah. Not the smoking though."

Daniel laughs.

"Yeah, that's a bit of a turn off eh? No, she is hot, I'll give her that."

"And you think she'd have sex with you?"

"Lets just say, I wouldn't be surprised."

"Then why not do it?" I ask. "If I knew someone wanted to have sex with me
I'd do it."

"I bet you would, ya wee horndog," says Daniel. "Look, Izzy..."

Daniel stops and leans against the wall at the top of the road we live on.

"Isaac mate. You're a cool wee guy, so I'm going to let you in on
something."

"Er, okay?"

Daniel looks down at me, brow slightly furrowed, as if trying to work
something out.

"I'm gay," he says, softly.

"Oh."

I don't know what to say.

"Or mainly gay," he says, sighing. "It's... look, sexuality is very fluid,
it's not rigid gay/straight/boy/girl, despite what people think."

"That's... That's okay."

"Okay?"

"No, I mean..."

What do I mean???

"Like... I don't care if you're gay," I tell him. "I just... I've not met a
gay person before and I never guessed you'd be gay. Sorry."

"Don't be sorry," Daniel insists. "I wasn't sure if you knew or not."

"No. I won't tell anyone," I promise, but he waves his hand.

"I've been out for ages," he says. "I couldn't be bothered pretending for
years; I've known to many people who kept it a secret and I didn't want to
do the same."

We come to my garden gate; I feel like I should say something.

"Daniel... I... thanks."

"What for?"

"For everything, I think? I... I don't have lots of friends and school can
be horrible, but... the past few weeks, being able to exercise with you
have been really good and things don't seem as horrible now."

"Oh. Thanks Izzy. That's actually really touching."

"Well, it's true," I say, shrugging. "And thank you for telling me that
you're... that you're gay. Not... not because I'd care if you didn't but
because... because you trust me. I think?"

Rather than reply, Daniel puts his arm around my shoulder and pulls me in
for a one handed hug, my face pressed into his armpit; I can't help but
breathe in. There is the sharp tang of teenage sweat. My willy twitches a
bit as I think of the dark curls of hair, damp and hidden by a thin sheet
of fabric. Wait... am I enjoying the smell of Daniel's BO?

He let's me go and I quickly come to my senses.

"Are we still on for swimming tomorrow, wee man?"

"Yeah, of course!" I say, nodding.

"Safe."

He bumps my fist and sets off down the path to his house. My dad is in the
kitchen, peeling potatoes and belting along to Patti Smith like he's on X
Factor.

"Good run?"

"Even my hair is tired," I groan, leaning on the door frame. "What are you
cooking?"

"Lamb hot-pot. Should be ready in a couple of hours, so you have ample time
to make yourself smell a little bit less like a changing room," he says,
flicking potato peel at me.

"Yes dad," I say, smiling.

I pause before leaving; dad notices and stops what he is doing to give me
his full attention.

"What's up?" he asks.

"Dad, did... Did you know that Daniel is gay?"

"Oh, that?" he says, getting back to his potatoes. "For a while now,
yeah. Helen told me almost as soon as he told her, but she'd pretty much
known since he was about 9 or 10. Why do you ask?"

"He just told me," I explain. "I had no idea."

"Does it bother you?" Dad asks, looking up.

"No," I say quickly.

"I'm glad. He's a good lad and I think he was treated pretty badly by some
of the boys in his year for quite some time."

"Oh..."

"Yeah, it's a shame. People are idiots and they have idiot offspring who
copy their parent's idiocy. I'm happy I raised you better," he adds,
smiling at me.

As I climb the stairs to my room, I can't help but wonder what my dad meant
by Daniel being given trouble. Was he bullied? Is that why he's so
protective of me? I strip my clothes of and tug on my willy and balls; the
heat has made them stick to me in one big clump and peeling them off me is
nothing short of heaven. Stretching, I savour being nude; while my arms are
in the air, I cross to my mirror and lean in to inspect my armpits. Still
no hair growth, I note with a little disappointment. One of my friends at
school had come into class a couple of days ago, all pleased with himself
and showed me the first wee curl of black hair that had sprouted in his
left pit; I was so jealous. My armpits were as creamy white and bald as my
arse cheeks. I wanted my body to catch up with my hormones and produce body
hair with the efficiency it was producing testosterone!





The chlorine stung my eyes as I opened them, my head bursting out of the
water with the urgency of my lungs after having held my breath for so long.

"YES little man!" shouts Daniel, clapping his hands above his head.

"Cheers," I gasp, feeling a little light headed.

"You can hold your breath for so long!" Daniel says. "That was two whole
lengths. Where'd you learn that?"

"Nowhere. I can just do it."

"Very impressive," he insists. I blush.

While I am wearing a long pair of beach shorts, Daniel is wearing a short
pair of black swimming shorts that barely come halfway down his thighs. His
powerful legs are covered in thick hair that turns black when wet. He told
me before that could stare all I like but... I can't prevent myself getting
embarrassed every time I feel my eyes flick to his belly or nipples or
those fucking forests in each armpit; they seemed to soak up the water like
sponges, covering his underarms in a shadow that makes me... feel
something. Is it envy? Jealousy?

"You just about ready to bounce?" Daniel asks, stretching. "Dunno about you
but I'm fucking starving. Let's get dressed and get something to eat, my
treat."

"Okay," I say and turn to the ladder, climbing out of the water.

The swimming pool is chockablock with screaming children and harassed
parents. Trying to swim a length had proved to be an absolute nightmare and
Daniel and I had made a vow to swim after school from here on in. We have
to wait awkwardly for the showers and hurriedly rinse off together when one
becomes free.

The changing rooms are outrageous. Each one is occupied and after Daniel
has pulled our bags out of the locker, we have to wait for a good ten
minutes before a family unlock the door of their cubicle and exit.

"C'mon," says Daniel, nudging me forward.

"Wha-?"

"It's mad in here, we'll share that one."

My heart is pounding. Does he expect me to get naked in front of him?

Daniel slides the bolt across and drops our bags on the bench and digs out
our towels, handing me mine. He vigorously rubs his hair before patting
down his torso. I dry of my bare flesh before wrapping my towel around my
waist and dig around for my boxer shorts. I can't stop glancing at Daniel;
his flat stomach, powerful legs, the animalistic fur on his legs and... Oh
FUCK, am I getting an erection?!

I am. I feel the shaft filling out and my head swelling, my foreskin
retracting slightly. I'm so preoccupied by my sudden stiffness that Daniel
catches me staring at the space his dick would be. Instantly my face turn
crimson, I look at the floor and I turn around but before I can, Daniel
grabs me by the shoulder, keeping me facing him.

"It's okay," he whispers.

With one hand on my shoulder and his thumb on the side of my face, he
undoes the cord at the top of his swim shorts.

"I told you before. If you want to stare then stare. I don't care, and I
don't want you to feel embarrassed. Look at me as much as you like."

He let's go of me and hooks his thumbs into the sides of his shorts,
pushing them down past his hips, bending down and removing them from around
his ankles. Daniel stands, arms by his side.

"There you go," he says, gently.

I look; the thick patch of hair that surrounds his belly button spreads
down and out until it becomes a wild shock of brown pubes that seem to be
as thick as the hair on his head. A girthy penis pokes out of the shag,
intact but the foreskin only covering half of the head. I can't guess the
size but he's certainly not a porn star. That doesn't matter though; this
vulnerability of him just being nude in front of me, unshaved and natural,
is sexier than anything I've seen in my limited porn experience.

"Do you like what you see?" he asks, quietly.

Managing to tear my eyes away from what I notice to be fairly low hanging
balls, covered in a rug of light brown hair, I look back up at his face,
tender and impassive.

"Yeah," I croak.

He smiles down at me.

"I'm glad."



End of Chapter 2

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