By Kit
This story is a revised version of Not Always Easy, the original of which
was posted to the Nifty Archive a couple of years ago. It
is a story about a gay teen male and may involve sexual activity between males,
so if this is likely to offend you, or is illegal where you live then do
not read any further. All the events and characters in this story are
fictional and any resemblances to real people are purely coincidental.
The story is copyright of the author and may not be distributed
or placed on any web sites without written permission from the author.
I would like to thank my editor, Richard Lyon, for his
hard work and encouragement and also Richie Ryan for his moral support.
Any remaining errors are purely my own fault.
If you enjoy this story then you might like to take a look at my second
story, 'Tapping', which is currently also being posted in the gay/highschool
section of the Nifty Archive. Also, why not take a look at one of
my favourite stories on the net - 'What We Are' by Richie Ryan, which is
also in the gay/highschool section.
Chapter 15 - An Old Friendship And A New Love
Monday morning marked the start of the new school term, the third and
final term of the school year. For someone as indecisive as myself
the average school day was a gift from heaven. My alarm woke me at
seven thirty, and from that time until I arrived home at about four fifteen
the easy routine meant that I had very few decisions to make. Up until
that Easter holiday when I was seventeen, that had been my usual schedule,
and of course even after that the school routine remained the same.
However, after that Easter my life outside school became more hectic.
That very first day of term I'd arranged to meet Dan, so I took John home
then quickly showered and changed before going to Dan's house. When
I got there he opened the door as soon as I stopped the car, so he must have
been looking out for me, and when I got out of the car he greeted me with
a huge smile and almost dragged me indoors. As soon as I entered the
house he gave me a big hug and the same sort of gentle loving kiss that he'd
given me the previous night. I noticed that his dark, slightly-curly
hair was damp and there was a slight fragrance of apple-scented soap, so
I guessed that he'd showered just before I arrived.
"It's great to see you!" he said as soon as we finished the kiss.
"It's great to see you, too!" I laughed.
"D'ya want a drink?" he asked as he led me by the hand into the living room.
"Any apple juice?"
"Sure."
I sat back and relaxed on the sofa while he went to get the drinks, and I
remembered the last time I'd sat there, just one week earlier. Then
I had felt uncomfortable with my arm around Dan, and now I was eager for
him to return with our drinks so that I could put my arms around him again.
What a difference a week can make!
"Well, we made sure you won't have any problems with Sue!" Dan announced
proudly as he re-entered the room with our drinks.
"Oh? How?" I asked, "And who's 'we'?"
"Steve, Mike and me," he said.
He put the drinks on the coffee table and sat down beside me, close enough
so we were touching, then he carried on with his report.
"We met up at morning break and went to find Sue We found her
with a couple of her friends and told them to shove off... Ya know, she looked
really scared, even though she must've known we wouldn't physically hurt
her. Anyway, I told her that I knew she'd got Gerard and Stu
to attack me and that I'd go to the police and tell them everything if anything
happened to you."
He paused to sip his drink, then draped his right arm over my shoulders in
a way that seemed totally natural and comfortable.
"She said she wasn't worried cos it was my word against hers," he continued.
"So Steve said he saw her running away when he came to rescue me..."
"But he didn't, did he?" I interrupted.
"No, but for my sake and yours, he was prepared to lie to her. Anyway,
he told her he'd not said anything at the time because he didn't know for
sure she was involved until I told him later. I pointed out that if
I went to the police, or even just to the headmaster, and told them she was
involved then she would be expelled at the very least."
He sighed and I put my arm around his waist, then snuggled down to rest my
head on his chest. I revelled in his sweet scent as he continued.
"She wasn't going to give up without a struggle and said I wouldn't dare
make a fuss because I wouldn't want the whole town to know I was a 'poofter'.
I told her that if anything bad happened to you then I wouldn't care about
my reputation as long as I could get back at her. Then both Steve and
Mike told her that though she was a girl and they might not be prepared to
physically hurt her themselves, they knew plenty of girls who would settle
the score for them."
"Would any girls really do that?" I asked.
Having gone to an all-boy school since I was eleven, my knowledge of how
teenage girls behaved at school was pretty limited. Actually, my knowledge
of how teenage girls behaved anywhere was pretty limited.
"You'd better believe it!" Dan chuckled, "The cat-fights at school can be
pretty vicious! Anyway, what matters is that Sue believed it, especially
when she saw that Mike and Steve were both backing me up. She turned
the air blue insulting us but she said that you weren't worth her trouble.
So I'm sure now that you'll be okay."
"But s'pose she calls your bluff?" I asked a little dubiously.
He lifted my head so that he could look into my eyes.
"It wasn't a bluff!" he said with a determined frown, "If anything happened
to you then Steve and I would go and see Blaine... and Sue would end up with
more than just a few bruises."
"That doesn't sound like the shy and gentle Dan I've come to know," I said
quietly, voicing my thoughts.
"Well," he said, smiling and stroking my hair, "Whether I'm shy and gentle
or not, I love you, and while I'm alive I'll do anything to protect you..."
I didn't know whether to cry or laugh. I was emotionally overwhelmed
and felt like crying because someone other than Mike said that about me.
On the other hand I felt like laughing because of the irony of Dan being
my protector so soon after Steve had been telling me that we needed to protect
Dan. In fact, I neither laughed nor cried, but just put my head back
on his chest and squeezed his waist even tighter.
"Thanks, Dan," I said humbly.
"Hey, it wasn't just me, it was Steve and Mike as well!"
"Yeah, but it was your idea, and without you they'd have no hold over Sue."
We sat like that in comfortable silence for several minutes, sometimes rocking
gently from side to side, sometimes gently stroking one another in a non-sexual
manner. Even though my cock was steel-hard and my boxers were wet with
pre-cum, I had no real sexual intentions and was perfectly happy just being
there with him. With my head on his chest, I was sure that I could
see a bulge in his loose trousers, and strangely I wasn't embarrassed by
the thought that he might see my own bulge.
For awhile my mind drifted lazily in the present with no thoughts of past
or future, and I was just enjoying the touch and the scents of the 'now'.
Then a thought occurred to me, and I raised my head from his chest to look
into his gorgeous eyes.
"Have you told your parents?" I asked.
"About us being boyfriends? Not yet. I want to get Mum alone
first... I told you about my dad accepting me being gay but he doesn't want
it pushing in his face? Well I want to ask Mum if telling him I have
a boyfriend counts as pushing it in his face."
"Oh," I said.
I don't know what emotion he might have read into my tone because I didn't
really feel any particular emotion about it. As far as I was concerned
he'd given me a piece of information and I accepted it at face value.
However, he must have thought I'd given some sort of negative reaction.
"I'm not ashamed!" he said gazing intensely into my eyes, "I'm not ashamed
of being gay and I'm certainly not ashamed of having you as my boyfriend!"
"I never thought you were ashamed," I said smiling and stroking his cheek,
"I'm sure you'll decide what's best and then do it. I trust you."
Those last three words were very simple but they held a great deal of meaning
and they were the absolute truth. Up until that day Mike, John, and
my parents were the only people I could say I trusted totally and absolutely,
but now I trusted Dan just as much.
"I trust you," I repeated, as if announcing a revelation.
Dan didn't reply but leaned towards me and gave me his special gentle kiss.
It was the kiss that was uniquely his, the kiss that had his tongue dancing
lightly over my lips, the kiss that said 'love' more than any other kiss
ever could. Like an amateur learning from an expert, I did my best
to return his kiss, and I hoped that the depth of my feelings would make
up for whatever I might lack in technique.
Time ceased to exist for me, so I've no idea how long the kiss lasted, but
my attention was dragged back to reality when I heard the front door open
and Dan's mother call out his name. We rapidly but reluctantly pulled
away from one another and I quickly tried to adjust myself in an attempt
to make the bulge in my jeans less obvious.
"In here, Mum," Dan called.
"Oh, hello, Paul," his mother said with a warm smile as she entered the room.
"Dan told me you'd be popping round to see him."
"Hello, Mrs Harris," I said as I stood to greet her, thankful that my stiffy
was deflating.
Dan also stood up and went to greet his mum with a hug.
"I see you've both got something to drink," she said looking at our glasses
on the coffee table, "but I'm dying for a cup of tea!"
She went to the kitchen and Dan began to follow her, but when he saw me standing
hesitantly, he came back.
"C'mon," he said quietly, "now seems a good time to tell her."
With that, he grabbed my hand and pulled me to the kitchen where his mum
was filling the kettle.
"Mum, I've got something to tell you," he said.
His mum turned toward us and gave Dan an inquiring look but didn't say anything.
"Paul and I are boyfriends..." he continued as he studied here face to assess
her reaction.
"Well, that's a relief!" she said with a grin.
Surprised by that particular response, Dan and I looked at one another.
Mrs Harris sat down at the table as she waited for the kettle to boil, but
didn't say anything else.
"What d'ya mean?" Dan eventually asked.
"I'm your Mum, Dan, and I can read you like a book. You've not been
your usual cheerful self for ages, and from the way you were moping around,
I guessed you were in love. At first I was worried that you were in
love with Steve..."
"Why were you worried it was Steve?" he asked.
"Because, we all know that he isn't gay, so if you were in love with him
I knew you'd get hurt. Anyway, when you said you'd invited Paul for
lunch last week, then spent the night in discussion with Steve, then told
us you were going cycling with Paul the next day... ze leetle grey cells
got working...
"Motherrr!" Dan groaned, "You've been watching too much Hercule Poirot!"
"So," she continued, ignoring his outburst, "as you've never made lunch for
anyone except family and Steve, and as you usually go cycling only with Steve,
I began to wonder if Paul was more than just a friend. Then yesterday
we met Paul, and incidentally your dad and I were most impressed with him..."
She paused and seemed to enjoy watching me blush.
"I thought only Dan blushed like that!" she laughed, then continued, "Well,
you go for lunch and come back looking like you were in heaven, so then I
was certain you were in love. The only worry I had then was whether
or not Paul returned you're feelings, so that's why I was relieved when you
told me he was your boyfriend."
She smiled broadly at us as she finished this exposition of her skill at
logic, and I had to agree with Dan that she probably had been watching too
much Hercule Poirot.
"What about Dad then?" Dan asked her worriedly, "D'ya think I should tell
him... ya know, with him not wanting to talk about me being gay?"
"Your dad's come round a lot in the last year, so if we tell him together
I'm sure he'll be okay. In fact, he already mentioned your recent unusual
behaviour, so I bet he suspects even though he didn't actually say so.
The only thing is, it might be a good idea not to get too 'touchy-feely'
in front of him."
Dan and I looked at one another and realising we were still holding hands,
we let go.
"You can be 'touchy-feely' with me around," his mum laughed and then added,
"within reason. And I think just holding hands would be okay even with
your dad!"
We smiled shyly and Dan tentatively took my hand in his.
"Are you staying for dinner, Paul?" she asked.
"No thanks Mrs Harris, my parents are expecting me home... in fact I should
be going soon."
"Well I hope to see you again soon... now I'm sure my son will want to say
good-bye to you somewhere more private!"
I began to wonder if she just enjoyed embarrassing me or whether she was
trying to find out if I could blush even more deeply than her son.
As she got up to continue making her tea, Dan dragged me back to the living
room. There he embraced me and gave me a kiss which was just as loving
as all his previous kisses, but this time his tongue probed deeply into my
mouth and I was startled by his passion. I pulled away, feeling a little
uncomfortable because of his mother's proximity.
"Dan!" I hissed, "she might come back in here!"
"Didn't you hear her?" he laughed quietly, "she said we could have some privacy."
"Well," I said, relaxing back into his arms and returning his embrace, "I
really do have to go home."
"Oh," he said sadly, "what about tomorrow night?"
When I reminded him of the arrangement I had to help Rob with his maths and
chemistry on Tuesdays and Thursdays, he frowned. His face showed concern
as well as disappointment, and as he looked at me in silence I could sense
he was struggling with something internally.
"Look," I said, trying to smooth things over, "he's a friend, he needs help,
and I promised. It's only for four weeks, until his exams."
"Okay, I understand... but what if he wants to errr, mess around?"
he asked.
"Then he'll be disappointed! But he knows I'm with you now so I'm sure
the situation won't come up. Anyway, I'll phone you later tonight and
again tomorrow after dinner. Maybe we can get together on Wednesday
night?"
"Oh, I'm sure I can manage that!" he said, looking much happier.
We stood there kissing and cuddling for a few more minutes until I definitely
had to go and we reluctantly separated. He escorted me to the front
door and watched as I got into my car, then I'm sure that I saw him smirk
when he saw that I had to adjust myself in my jeans before I could sit down
comfortably. When I got back home, it was just in time for dinner with
my family, and immediately afterwards I went to my room to do some homework.
Fortunately, there was only a little maths to do, but I was rather annoyed
that there was any at all since it was only the first day of school.
While I was still finishing off, Mike arrived and came straight up to my
room.
"Hey you!" he said as he entered the room.
"Hey you, too!"
"Homework on the first day, eh? Bummer!"
"Yeah," I groaned, "but I've nearly finished."
Mike walked up behind me to look at what I was doing, and as he leaned over
he put his hand on my desk.
"Hey, you're wearing the ring I gave you!" I observed with a smile.
"Yeah, cool, isn't it?" he grinned.
As I emerged from my maths-mode thinking I remembered something.
"Errr... Thanks for what you did today," I said, "with Dan and Steve."
"Oh, I only went as backup. Dan did most of it."
"Yeah, well thanks anyway... er... what did you do with your other ring?"
"After Dan had his little chat with Sue this morning I gave it back to her..."
"Oh?!"
"She threw the box on the floor then stamped on it!" Mike said with a hollow
laugh, "Then she picked up the ring from wreckage and stormed off."
"I'm sorry, Mike."
"Hey! Nothing to be sorry for, cos it's not you're fault. That's
just life, I guess..."
He tried to pretend he wasn't in pain, but I knew better.
The next four weeks developed into a pleasant though somewhat arduous routine,
and as I'd predicted, my sessions with Rob were purely platonic. He
never made any attempt to seduce me and seemed quite happy with the fact
that Dan and I were now together. On a couple of evenings I had dinner
with Rob's family and on one of those occasions John joined us. In
fact, John spent as much time with the Streeters as I did, though Marie didn't
visit him as often as he visited her and she wasn't yet 'officially' his
girlfriend.
For the whole of that month Rob never socialised with me outside of his house,
but I assumed that was because he was studying hard. As my homework
got priority, I found that on weekdays I didn't get to see either Dan or
Mike as much as I would have liked, but we seemed to make up for it at weekends.
During the second half of the month after he split up with Sue, Mike started
seeing other girls, but I could tell his heart wasn't really in it and he
told me that it was 'just to be sociable'.
On Wednesdays and Fridays I went to Dan's house before dinner and we kissed
and cuddled until his mum got home. On Saturdays I spent most of the
day with Mike, and on Saturday evenings Mike, Steve, Dan and I got together,
with John joining us if he wasn't seeing Marie. Mike and Steve got
on really well, and they probably would have become even closer friends if
Steve hadn't been spending so much time studying for his exams.
For Dan and me, Sundays were 'our' days, and we spent them together, though
we were not always alone. Without any conscious plan, we ended up alternating
Sunday lunches with one another's families, then spending the afternoons
out in the car. On the days that I went to lunch at Dan's house, he
would spend the morning cooking what was to me a sumptuous feast, and on
one Sunday my whole family went to lunch at his house. On the Sunday
evenings we would be together in either my room or his until one of us had
to go home to bed. Without saying anything specifically, both sets
of parents gave the impression that what went on behind our bedroom doors
was private. There was no comment about what we should or shouldn't
do, apart from Dan's mum once reminding him to be careful, and my mum telling
me that she and Dad trusted me to be 'responsible'.
So, Sunday evenings were our private time and we could become physically
intimate without the fear of being interrupted. Despite that freedom,
we never even saw one another naked and we didn't go beyond what might be
called 'heavy petting'. That doesn't mean we weren't tactile, and in
fact we were in physical contact virtually all the time we were alone together.
It also doesn't mean that were weren't sexual, and indeed that private time
with Dan was far more sexual than any of my experiences with Ben or Rob.
On more than one occasion we each came in our pants and had to make trips
to the bathroom to clean up.
Dan's sexual experiences with Steve had not involved romance, and there had
been no tongue-in-mouth kissing, so this was his first romantic sexual relationship
and he was content to take things slowly. Bearing in mind my previous
experiences, I too was happy that we were taking our time. However,
we were both looking forward to a time when we would spend the night together,
and we were both thinking of when and where we would do it.
On our third Sunday as a 'couple' we were lying side by side on his bed,
wearing T-shirts and jeans, with our limbs intertwined. As I'd kissed
only two other people before Dan, I suppose I wasn't the best judge in the
world, but it to me it was impossible to imagine how anyone could kiss better.
He had a vast repertoire of different types of kisses, from light and tender
butterfly-touches to deep and passionate tongue-wrestling.
"However did you learn to kiss so well?" I asked breathlessly at the end
of one long kiss.
"Learn?" he asked in a puzzled tone, "I never learned, I just do what seems
right."
"But you're just so fantastic at it!" I said, losing myself in his beautiful
brown eyes.
"So are you, " he said with a wide grin.
"But I've been learning from you... just copying what you do to me.
So what's you're secret?" I teased as I squeezed him tightly in my
embrace.
He was lost in thought for a moment and he apparently had taken my teasing
question very seriously.
"Love," he said eventually, "When I kiss you... when I touch you in any way,
I just want it to show how much I love you. I feel my love pouring
out to you, and I think it must be the same with you cos I can feel the love
pouring back into me."
I blushed and hugged him tighter, then he buried his face in my chest and
I stroked his silky black hair. We stayed like that, perfectly content,
for several minutes, then I had another one of my moments of revelation.
This time it wasn't a sudden flash, though, but instead it grew like a tidal
wave approaching the shore, and as the unstoppable wave of certainty broke
over me, I spoke.
"I'm sure now," I said quietly and calmly.
"What?" Dan asked, raising his head and looking into my eyes again.
"I'm sure I love you and that it's the real thing. I'm absolutely certain
that I'm totally in love with you and I want to be with you forever."
Although his face was shining with the biggest smile I'd ever seen, tears
began to pour down his cheeks.
"Hey," I said teasing gently, "Why the tears? I thought it'd be good
news."
"Silly sausage!" he laughed, "I've never been happier in my life!"
He gave me one of his extra-special love kisses, with his tongue caressing
my lips, and in return I kissed away the tears from his cheeks. Then
he gave a big sigh, replaced his head on my chest, and tightened his embrace.
We stayed like that for several minutes until I broke the silence.
"I'm gonna have to go soon," I said sadly.
"Awwww," he moaned, "just a bit longer?"
"Well, it's school tomorrow, but I'm sure we can manage a few more minutes,"
I said smiling to myself.
"Ya know, I'd love to be able to fall asleep in your arms like this..." he
said. Then after a few seconds of silence, he continued hesitantly,
"Errrm, Paul?"
"Mmmm?"
"D'ya think we could actually spend the night together sometime soon?
I mean, we don't have to get more, ya know, physical... unless ya want to...
but it'd be really nice not to have to say goodnight. And it would
be soooo great to wake up next to you in the morning..."
"Yeah," I said dreamily, "I'd like that as well... but when, and where...
and what, if anything, do we say to our parents?"
"Well, I'd prefer not to sneak around behind their backs. I love you
and I'm proud of it, and we're both well over legal age," he said, almost
defiantly, then he sighed and in a more resigned tone, he continued. "But
I don't relish the idea of telling my dad that you're staying overnight in
my bed."
"My place is probably better," I said after some thought. "Prob'ly my parents
would be okay with you staying over sometime..."
"Will you ask them then?" he asked eagerly, moving his head from my chest
and looking pleadingly up into my eyes.
"Okay," I said with a grin, "I'll pick a good time and talk to them."
He returned my grin and began to kiss me again as he rolled on top of me.
When I got home that night I would've liked to have asked my parents immediately
about Dan staying overnight sometime, but as soon as I entered the house
my parents began discussing John's birthday. There were only ten days
to go, and with all the other things going on in my life, its approach had
caught me unprepared. The day itself was in the middle of the week
and because that was a school day, my parents had agreed that he could have
his party the Saturday before his birthday.
With less than a week to the party, I needed to discuss the subject of John's
birthday present with my parents. Having so recently spent a large
proportion of my money on Mike's ring, I didn't have much left for John's
present. Still, I wanted to get him something special and wanted to
suggest to my parents an idea for a joint present. My idea was based
on the fact that John loved roller-coasters, and I thought it would be nice
to take him for a day trip to Alton Towers which had a good collection of
them. However, the cost of entrance fees for John, myself, and a couple
of his friends was a long way outside my budget.
My parents thought my idea was good, and between us we worked out a
way I could afford it. I would pay for John, myself, and the cost of
my petrol, while my parents would pay for up to three of John's friends.
As this was not really the sort of present one could easily spring as a surprise,
we discussed it with him before bed that night while he was making out a
list of party guests. Of course he wanted to invite Marie, and he also
intended to invite Rob, though I wasn't sure Rob would come as his exams
started just a couple of days after the party, and so, as it happened, the
party would also celebrate the end my tutoring sessions. Although I
enjoyed my time with Rob, the sessions were really eating into my homework
and social time, so I was happy at the thought of getting back my Tuesday
and Thursday evenings .
John pointed out that unless James brought his girlfriend, Marie was the
only girl on his list and he was worried she might feel uncomfortable about
that. He became less worried when Mum suggested that John ask Marie
to invite a couple of her girl friends and I suggested that Mike might want
to invite a girl as well. Alex and James were immediately under Marie's
name at the top of the invitation list, and John told me that he assumed
that I would bring Dan as my 'partner'. He also asked me to invite
Steve, which I was pleased to do, especially as Steve's last exam was in
the week before the party so it would be an additional reason for celebrating.
Then I had a wonderful idea.
"Errr... Mum, Dad," I said nervously, "as Dan will be here for the party
and he lives a long way out of town, how about he stays over afterwards?"
There was silence for a few moments, and while I waited for a reply I noticed
John seemed to be just as interested as I was in what my parents' answer
might be. Dad looked at Mum, who thought for a few seconds, then nodded.
From that exchange, I got the distinct impression that they had already discussed
the possibility of this situation.
"Okay, Paul, you're both over sixteen and you both seem to be serious about
your relationship. No doubt, sooner or later, you'll find a way of
spending a night together even if we said 'no' now. Also, we're glad
you feel comfortable enough to have Dan staying here, so we're happy to have
him. Just remember, we trust the two of you to be discreet and er...
careful."
"We will Dad," I said blushing, "Thanks!"
Though I desperately wanted to phone Dan immediately with the good news,
we still had to sort out John's birthday present. John was delighted
at my idea for his present and thanked us profusely, so we decided that our
trip to Alton Towers would be on the Saturday after his birthday. It
didn't surprise me when he named his three 'guests' as Alex, James, and Mike,
though I had wondered if he might have invited Marie. Later John told
me that though he and Marie had a lot in common, she did not share his passions
for either football or roller-coasters.
Having decided on the plans for John's party and present, I rushed to my
room to phone Dan, and I guessed from my parents' smiles that they understood
the reason for my unseemly haste to leave them. Of course Dan was ecstatic
at my news and told me that he was certain that his parents would agree,
especially as the party would be a wonderful excuse. When the phone
call ended, I got ready for bed and as I was on my way to the bathroom, John
passed me in the hallway. As he said 'goodnight', he winked at me and
gave me the most salacious grin I've ever seen.
Needless to say, the anticipation I felt all through the week before the
party made the days go by with agonising slowness. I'd be lying if
I said that the prospect of sexual intimacy wasn't a major source of anticipation,
but I was equally excited at the prospect of falling asleep in Dan's arms
and waking up beside him the next morning. As usual, we saw one another
on the Wednesday and Friday evenings, and all the time we were together we
were like two little boys in the week before Christmas.
On the day of the party, Dan came over in the afternoon to help Mum prepare
food, while Dad, Mike John, and myself went shopping and then got the house
ready. Dan, as his present to John, had made a wonderfully decorated
rich fruit birthday cake. Whenever our paths crossed during the course
of our work, Dan and I had to exert all of our willpower to avoid kissing
one another. However, our willpower was insufficient to enable us to
suppress our silly grins, and several times our co-workers raised their eyes
to heaven when they saw us together.
No one was surprised that Mike, with his good looks and charming personality,
was bringing a girl. Rob had politely declined his invitation, Steve
would be coming alone, and John informed us that James would not be bringing
his girlfriend. Marie was bringing two of her friends, and John had
invited a couple of his school friends, so there would be nine boys and four
girls. At first John was worried about the number thirteen, but I pointed
out that with our parents and Mike's mum hovering around, there would be
sixteen people all together.
The party went well and was very enjoyable, though to be honest my attention
was mainly on Dan. Steve was happy because his exams were over and
because he thought he'd done well, and he was even happier that Dan and I
were officially boyfriends. At first I thought Steve was avoiding us,
but when we tackled him about it he said that he was just trying to give
us 'space to be together'. Dan and I made it clear to him that we would
have plenty of opportunities to be alone and to have 'space together', and
that we wanted to be with him and enjoy his company.
There were only two other things I especially remember about the party.
First, I noticed that Sally, Mike's companion, a tall, slender brunette,
was extremely attractive and friendly. Second, James didn't arrive
until quite late, and when we thought he might not turn up at all we almost
had the blowing-out-candles ceremony without him. As it was, he arrived
just as the candles were being lit, and for the rest of the night he didn't
look particularly happy or comfortable being there.
Everyone complimented Dan on the marvellous cake, making him blush profusely,
and as Steve, Mike, and Sally were deep in some conversation, Dan and I found
a quiet corner of the living room to eat our share of the cake together.
Dan noticed that James, whom he'd never met, was sitting alone and eating
cake on the other side of the room.
"Who's that boy? He doesn't seem to be enjoying himself very much."
I looked across at James and noted that he seemed to have grown taller and
wider since I'd last seen him, though he was still a little small for his
age and quite thin. He had a tough look about him, maybe because his
light brown hair was cut very short and because his grey-blue eyes sometimes
seemed icy. Often in the past I'd wondered if that tough appearance
wasn't a deliberate attempt to hide his real personality, which, at least
when I used to know him well, was quiet, shy and sensitive.
"That's James," I sighed, "I wish I knew what happened to him."
"Happened?"
"Yeah, until a couple of years ago James, John, Mike, and I were all really
close, and Mum used to call us the Gang Of Four. Actually, she seemed
to think of it as a joke, but it's one I never understood. Anyway,
for about four years he was like a brother to the three of us, especially
John. Then, for some reason he just stopped coming round and always
seemed too busy to do anything with us."
Then I went on to tell Dan how we first met James in one of those 'adventure
playgrounds' when I was ten. At the time the playground was relatively
new, and because it was quite close to where we lived, Mike, John, and I
went there quite frequently. John had always been very adventurous
and sociable, so he went off exploring the rest of the playground while Mike
and I were swinging on ropes dangling from the mast of a 'pirate ship'.
When we later went looking for John, we found him sitting on top of a climbing
frame with another boy. The two younger boys were engaged in animated
discussion about soccer, and when we interrupted them to say it was time
to go home, they both seemed disappointed. As we walked home, John
told us about his new friend, James, and how they were both keen on soccer
and were supporters of Manchester United. Finding a fellow enthusiast
obviously pleased John because Mike had only a mild interest in soccer and
I had no interest at all.
At that time Mike and I had already been best friends for a couple of years,
and John was our close friend as well as my little brother. Within
a month of first meeting, James had become part of our little group.
We liked James for many reasons, not least of which were his kindness, intelligence
and good humour, though he never showed much of his true self to strangers.
When James became part of our group he was always friendly and open with
Mike and me, and though he was still relatively quiet with us, we saw what
a nice person he really was. When John was present, however, he seemed
to blossom, and turned into a bright, chatty, vivacious version of the same
boy. At first we put this down to a shared enthusiasm for soccer, but
later we noticed this extra vitality in James no matter what he and John
were talking about.
"So what happened?" asked Dan as I paused in my tale.
"I wish I knew! When John and James were almost thirteen, James drifted
away, and John became close friends with Alex, a boy in his class.
Whether one was cause and one was effect, I don't know, but Alex and James
seemed to get on okay together. James doesn't go to our school... in
fact, he's at your school, don't you recognise him?"
"Mmmm... no, I don't think so," Dan replied, "But our school's a lot bigger
than yours and James is a couple of years below me."
"Anyway," I continued, "the fact he and John went to different schools shouldn't
have made any difference. After all, Mike and I go to different schools
and we stayed friends."
At this point in our conversation, James went over to where John and Marie
were chatting with Alex and a girl whose name I don't remember. Seeing
James and Alex standing near one another made it obvious that in many ways
Alex, who was tall and muscular, with curly blond hair and light blue eyes,
was very different from James. This sight prompted me to explain to
Dan that the differences between the two boys were not just in their
physical appearance. For example, James was more intelligent, but Alex was
outgoing and a born organiser. Although I liked Alex as a person, he
never became part of our 'Gang of Four', and unlike James, I never thought
of Alex as another little brother.
As I finished telling Dan all that, James exchanged a few words with John
and Alex and then left the house, so presumably he'd just gone over to say
'good-bye'. He'd been at the party for less than an hour.
"Ya know," I said sadly, "James' birthday is just a couple of weeks after
John's and for three years they even had joint birthday parties...."
Seeing that I was sad, Dan discreetly took my hand and gave it a squeeze.
After I saw how James had been sitting alone at the party and how quickly
he'd left, I realised how far he'd drifted away from us and it occurred to
me that maybe I hadn't noticed it before because the process had been so
slow. In the past when I'd wondered why James had changed, I'd never
given it any deep thought and now I felt guilty. Perhaps that was the
reason I felt a need to tell Dan more about James .
"James' mum died not long before his thirteenth birthday," I continued, "She
was a lovely person and we were all very sad, though of course James was
devastated."
"What happened to her?"
"I think it was a heart attack, but I wouldn't be surprised if it was related
to the fact that she smoked all the time."
"You mentioned you thought of him like a brother," Dan said after a few moments
of thoughtful silence, "Does he have any real brothers or sisters?"
"One brother, Tim, who's eleven years older. His parents were quite
old when James was born and I think his arrival took them by surprise.
Anyway, Tim left home a couple of years before their mum died, and no one
I know of has seen him since. If you believe the local gossip, apparently
Tim had a big fight with his dad before he left."
"Oh?! What's his dad like?"
"Seems okay, but we never saw much of him cos he was always either at work
or involved in some church activity. Whenever I talked to him he was
a bit distant, but I know lots of kids with dads like that."
"Maybe your friendship needs rebuilding..." Dan said after a few moments
of silent thought, "Didn't you say he's going to Alton Towers with you next
week?"
"He's invited, but I'm not sure yet if he's definitely going."
"Well, if he does go, then perhaps that's a chance to try to become friends
again."
Hearing Dan say that, I realised yet again what a kind, caring, and thoughtful
person he was, and I was grateful that such a person should be my boyfriend.
The rest of the party went off without any further memorable events.
Mr Streeter arrived at eleven o'clock to collect Marie, but he didn't stay
for cake as he was playing the role of taxi-driver for Marie's friends.
Soon after that, Mike left to escort Sally home, and by midnight the only
people remaining in the house were Dan, my family, and myself. Dan
and I would have liked to have gone to bed as soon as the preliminary clean-up
was completed, but we didn't want to seem too eager, so we sat with my parents
and John drinking tea and talking for a few minutes.
Eventually my parents went to bed and Dan and I went to my room leaving John
to use the bathroom first. While we waited for John to go to bed, Dan
and I kicked off our shoes and sat on my bed. We kissed and cuddled
with an excited eagerness which, at least in my own case, was tinged
with some nervousness. After all, we'd never even seen one another
naked before, and now we were going to spend a whole night in bed together.
"Do you want to shower first or second?" I asked as soon as I heard John
leave the bathroom.
"Why not both together?" Dan asked with a wicked grin.
"Well, my parents' bedroom is next to the bathroom... they may hear us,"
I said feeling both tempted and concerned.
"We can be really, really quiet," he said quietly in a wheedling tone.
"Okay, but we mustn't make a sound!" I warned him.
The first thing we did when we got to the bathroom was to brush our teeth,
then I became paralysed by nervousness and just stood looking at him.
As this would be our first time seeing one another naked, I was desperately
hoping that he'd like what he saw. Dan seemed to read my mind because
he leaned toward me, gave me his special lip-licking kiss, and whispered
in my ear.
"Please," he asked, "may I undress you?"
I nodded 'yes', and he kissed me again before he began to unbutton my shirt,
starting at my neck and working his way down. As he unfastened each
button, he kissed the portion of my skin which was revealed so that by the
time my shirt was pulled out of the top of my jeans, he had placed a trail
of kisses down the entire front of my body. When he'd removed my shirt
completely, revealing my smooth chest, he kissed my nipples and stood back.
"You're very beautiful, Paul," he whispered, causing me to blush.
"So are you!" I whispered back.
"But you've not seen me yet!" he smiled.
"I've seen enough to know you're beautiful, and not just physically, either."
He too blushed and embraced me, kissing me deeply and passionately, his tongue
exploring my mouth. Then he knelt down and began to undo my belt, kissing
and licking my 'inny' belly-button as he did so. My knees felt weak
.so in order to remain upright I had to lean against the tiled wall, and
as I did this, he pulled my jeans down to my ankles. He sat back on
his heels and gazed at the tent in my grey boxers, and for a moment he seemed
to be studying the darker patch caused by the large amount of pre-cum that
I'd produced.
When he leaned forward and started nuzzling, licking, and kissing this wet
patch which marked the position of my cock-head, I nearly squealed.
Instead my throat produced a sound somewhere between a squeak and a whimper
as he used his lips to massage my cock through the fabric. Then he
sat back again and pulled my boxers down to my ankles, allowing my cock to
bounce up and hit my stomach. He stroked my almost-hairless balls and
ran his fingers through my bush of light-brown pubes, then stood up and kissed
me, gently caressing my nipples.
"Your turn" I whispered as I stepped away from my jeans and boxers.
He was wearing a T-shirt, and I couldn't repeat his actions in removing my
shirt, so I just lifted it up over his head. As he raised his arms
to allow me to remove it, I admired his smooth, slim chest and stomach.
Compared with my own pale skin, his was a pale gold-brown, which I found
out was his natural skin tone and not a result of exposure to the sun.
His pectoral and abdominal muscles were well defined, but he was quite thin,
so I could clearly see every one of his ribs. He groaned when I began
to kiss and lick his nipples, and so, suppressing my giggles, I looked up
and said 'Shush'.
I threw his T-shirt on top of my clothes and sat on my heels to remove his
loose black trousers. He had no belt so my task was simple, and soon
his. trousers were round his ankles, revealing the outline of his erection
in his sky-blue briefs. Though his legs had only a little hair, it
was more than me, and unlike me, he had a fine trail of dark hair from the
top of his briefs to his 'inny' belly-button. The position of the end
of his cock was marked by a large wet patch on his briefs. Repeating
what he had done to me, I kissed and nuzzled on the wet patch, and this had
a dramatic effect. He groaned and slid to the floor, knocking me backwards
onto the side of the bath. He opened his eyes, obviously concerned
that I might be hurt, but he started giggling when he saw me lying on the
floor trying to suppress my own laughter.
"Shush!!" I hissed.
We helped one another to stand, and when we no longer needed to suppress
our laughter, we began to kiss deeply, our cocks grinding together, separated
only by the cloth of his briefs. I reached down, pushed his briefs
to his knees, and gazed on his naked cock for the first time. It was
about seven inches, a little longer than mine but it was also slightly slimmer.
Like me, the skin on his cock and balls was a little darker than the rest
of his body, and also like me, he was uncircumcised, so I could just see
the red cock-head peeking through the foreskin and glistening with pre-cum.
From my angle of view, there didn't seem to be much hair on his balls, though
his pubic bush was thick and dark. I couldn't resist the urge to touch
his dick, so I grabbed it and gently squeezed, causing him to moan quietly
as I moved the silky skin over the steel-hard shaft. We began kissing
again as he reached out and started to slowly manipulate my cock.
"Let's get in the shower," I whispered.
As I turned on the water and adjusted the temperature, Dan came up behind
me and pressed the front of his body against my back as he stroked my chest
and nuzzled the back of my neck. Once the water temperature was right,
we got in with me nearest the shower head, and we passed the shower gel between
us so that we could rub it on each other. Then we rubbed our soapy
bodies and cocks together, and a couple of times I was close to cumming.
The next few minutes were spent partly in getting clean, but just as much
in a mutual exploration of one another's bodies. I peeled back his
foreskin and massaged the slim helmet of his cock-head until he pushed me
away, warning that he was about to cum, then he did the same to me.
When he stood with his back to me and lifted his leg to soap up his calf,
I slipped my soapy hand between his ass cheeks and stroked his anal ring.
"Oooh!" he gasped and jerked away.
"Sorry!" I said, thinking that I'd gone too far.
"No, it's okay... in fact it was really nice. Just that no one
but me's touched there before and it took me by surprise!" he said, turning
to grin at me.
"What about when ya were a baby? Who wiped yer bum then?" I joked.
"Silly sod! That doesn't count!"
Eager to get back to my bedroom, we quickly rinsed off the suds before getting
out of the shower to dry off. We were both still rock-hard and leaking
pre-cum and we couldn't stop touching and fondling one another, especially
our cocks. After wrapping towels around our waists and picking up our
clothes, we made a quick dash back to my bedroom, taking care to be as quiet
as possible . Although no one would ever enter my room without first
knocking and waiting for my permission, on that particular night I didn't
want to take any chances, so as soon as we got into my room I locked the
door. We threw our clothes onto the spare bed and Dan turned to kiss
and embrace me. I think the towels fell to the ground by themselves
because I don't remember either of us touching them and within seconds our
naked cocks were grinding together.
Slowly, without breaking our kiss, I manoeuvred Dan backwards until the back
of his legs touched the side of my bed and he fell slowly onto his back with
me lying on top of him. Still kissing deeply and passionately, our
hands explored every part of one another's bodies that were within reach
and I lost my soul in the depths of his beautiful brown eyes. Eventually
coming up for air, we broke the kiss and I rolled off him to lie on my left
side facing him. Without breaking eye contact, I ran my right hand
lightly over the smooth skin and well-defined muscles of his chest and abdomen.
He giggled quietly and reached his hand down to squeeze my cock, which was
dripping large amounts of pre-cum. I moaned and almost came at his
first touch, but just managed to hold myself back. Then I moved my
hand to his cock and started pulling and pushing the foreskin backwards and
forwards over his slippery wet cock-head.
Taking my gaze away from his eyes, I looked closely at his slim elegant cock,
and marvelled at it's beauty and how it matched the rest of him so perfectly.
Unable to resist the temptation any longer, I scooted down between his legs
and began licking his cock and balls. He made little whimpering sounds,
and gently held the sides of my head as I licked all around his inner thigh
before focusing my attentions onto his cock. Pulling his foreskin completely
back, I ran my tongue all the way from the base to the tip, pausing to flick
my tongue several times across the most sensitive parts. Holding his
balls gently in my left hand, I continued licking up and down the shaft until
I felt him begin to tense and his balls begin to move. Sensing he was
close to cumming, I stopped licking his cock and looked up at him with an
evil grin.
"Bastard!" he whispered, smiling gently.
Until I heard him speak that word, I never realised that such an apparent
insult could be uttered with such love and affection.
"I love you," I said, "and I don't want you to cum just yet cos I want to
give you as much pleasure as possible."
"I love you, too," he replied, "and I want to do the same for you now."
He moved around until we were in a sixty-nine position and I almost screamed
with pleasure when I felt him pull back my foreskin and put my cock-head
into his warm wet mouth. For the first time, instead of just licking
his cock, I took it as deeply inside my mouth as I could. It took only
a couple of minutes before I could feel myself getting close, so I pulled
away and moved until we were lying on our sides, face to face. We kissed
and hugged, pushing our wet, slippery cocks together until yet again I almost
came.
"Lie back," I whispered, pushing him gently, "I want to suck you off now...
I want to taste your cum."
"Oh, yes! Please!" he moaned.
Once again I went between his legs and began moving my mouth up and down
on his cock. While I did this, my right hand moved under his ball-sac
and I began to stroke the skin between his scrotum and his anus. I
was immensely excited by the smell from that area, which was freshly-cleaned
but musky, and slippery with his sweat and my saliva. It was Dan's
smell, his unique essence, which overwhelmed me, and I suddenly wanted more
of it. He groaned as I took my mouth off his cock and buried my nose
between he legs and underneath his balls. Then as I began to lick that
area, he raised and spread his knees to give me easier access. Seeing
his pink puckered anus I did something I'd never done before, something I
thought that I would never do. I began to lick around and over the
pucker.
Of course, I myself had just helped him clean this intimate part of his body,
but even knowing that it was clean, I would have never dreamed of doing this
with anyone else. However, Dan wasn't just anyone else, he was my Dan,
my lover, and deep down I felt that nothing we did out of love could be bad
or unclean. He was writhing around and whimpering with pleasure, and
giving him that pleasure was an even greater reward for me than my own enjoyment
in experiencing this ultimate intimacy.
"Paul, I can't take it anymore! I've gotta cum soon... like now!" he
said in a voice that was hoarse with lust.
Heeding the wishes of my lover, I turned my attentions back to his cock and
began moving my mouth up and down on it, and when I did so, he grabbed my
head and rubbed his fingers through my hair. Starting slowly, I gradually
increased my speed, and as I did this, I stroked over and around his anus
with the fingers of my left hand. Within seconds he tensed all his
muscles, and with what sounded like a stifled scream, he shot several spurts
of his sweet semen into my mouth. I swallowed as much as I could, savouring
the taste of him, but there was so much that some dribbled out of my mouth
onto his pubes and scrotum. We both lay still with his cock remaining
in my mouth, and I was surprised that it didn't go soft as I'm sure mine
would have done.
As our breathing began to slow down, Dan gently pulled my head upwards until
I was lying on top of him and we were looking into one another's eyes.
"Thanks, Paul," Dan said dreamily, as if his mind was just returning from
some faraway place, "I never knew anything could feel so good."
"Yer welcome, loverboy," I said with a grin.
He pulled my head down until our lips met, and his tongue caressed the insides
of my mouth.
"Mmmm, it tastes better from your mouth," he said as he moved his lips just
a few millimetres away from my own.
"You've tasted your cum before then?"
"Yeah, a few times..." he replied, smiling shyly.
I began to grind our crotches together, and when I noticed something poking
into my balls I realised he was still hard.
"Wow!" I said, impressed, "Don't you go soft after you cum?"
"Usually, but you're having a special effect on me!"
I was flattered, and we both grinned as we kissed and I continued to rub
my cock onto his stomach.
"I want to taste you now!" he said as he gently pushed me off him.
As I rolled onto my back, he moved down and began licking and sucking on
my cock, and when I was about to shoot, he stopped and pulled my legs up.
Then he started licking my thighs, my balls, under my balls, and eventually
my anal ring. I shivered with pleasure at this new experience and when
he started to move my foreskin up and down I knew I was very close to cumming.
"I'm gonna cum!" I hissed through clenched teeth.
He quickly moved his mouth over the head of my cock, and almost instantaneously,
in the most pleasurable and intense orgasm of my life up until that time,
I began to spurt shot after shot into his mouth. Amazingly, he managed
to swallow it all without losing any and as I calmed down from my orgasm
he looked up at me.
"Delicious!" he said, licking his lips and giving me a cheeky grin.
He moved up and kissed me deeply, and for a couple of minutes we explored
one another's mouths with our tongues.
"Mmm, you're right you know," I said as we paused for breath, "it does taste
better this way!"
We both giggled, and he began kissing me lightly all over my face while I
just gazed up at him, wondering what I'd done to deserve someone so special.
Then he lay fully on top of me and started nibbling on my left ear as he
started rubbing his still-hard cock over my own rapidly softening penis.
Because my cock-head was still supersensitive after my orgasm, the pleasure
of the friction between us was almost, but not quite, uncomfortable.
Dan was obviously enjoying himself, and I began to kiss the side of his head
and stroke his back as the speed of his movements increased.
Within just a couple of minutes he whimpered and groaned as he ejaculated
what seemed to be a large volume of semen between our bodies. I was
impressed by the fact that he could cum so quickly and produce so much when
it had been such a short time since his earlier orgasm.
"Paul, I love you soooo much," he whispered into my ear.
"I love you, too," I replied, stroking his back.
After a few minutes, he rolled off me and we cleaned ourselves up with the
paper tissues from my bedside table. Then I turned off the bedside
light and we snuggled together under the duvet, each of us occasionally placing
light kisses on the other's lips, cheeks and nose. As we dropped off
to sleep, wrapped in one another's arms, I realised that although I'd had
sex with Ben and Rob, this time with Dan was my first ever experience of
making love.
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