Date: Wed, 21 Nov 2001 20:38:36 +0000 (GMT)
From: Sean@well-in.com
Subject: proper-fun-part-2

Proper Fun
Part 2

The next morning we woke up. My head was burried deep in Chris' chest. We
stayed like that for a few minutes before I heard Mark waking up, so I
quickly jumped out of bed and got dressed. The thought that we were
supposed to be in school was a good one, but at the same time I knew that I
wouldnt see everyone for a few weeks if I didnt go in today.
	"Fuck it." I said under my breath. I made my way to the bathroom to
get washed, before going downstairs to fix some breakfast. John was
downstairs watching the TV. I went through to the kitchen and made some
breakfast for me and Mark, who had followed me down. After I had eaten, I
went back upstairs to find Chris still laid in bed. "Are you ever getting
up?" I asked, and watched him climb out of bed wearing only his
boxers. Once I saw this, I tackled him down on the bed and started kissing
him. I half expected him to push me off and break me in half since we did
what we did when we were not all there, but instead, Chris rolled me onto
my back and got on top of me, his hand finding my dick. He jacked me off
for a while, before he stopped and stood up.
	"Better save it for later." He smiled and winked at me. About an
hour later, we went out to see what was happening in the neighbourhood on
the last day of school. It seemed so much different. Sure I had gone truant
plenty of times before, I had a habbit for it, but I had never been so
close to my own house when I did. All the houses I had never even seen
people in were full, and there were no cars on the roads.
	As we walked along, me, Chris and Mark, we ended up down by an old
barn, which hadnt been used for decades. The walls were only half there,
there was no roof to speak of, and the second level was on its last
legs. This was the place I had spent the majority of my childhood from age
6-12, but hadnt been down since. We looked around: nostalgia
everywhere. There were big black marks where we had lit fires, old tyre
marks embeded in the clay from where fire engines had put them out, and our
names written all over. Whenever you had one of those 'what did I do last
night?' feelings, all you had to do was come back here and look at empty
wine bottles and burn marks, that was enough to tell you what you wanted to
know.
	As we scrambled over broken roof tiles and fallen walls, we came
upon the only real room to speak of. There was still a table and chairs,
from when we used to sit there in our little den, which was perfect. There
was half a roof, which did its job, windows that let fresh air in but kept
heat in too. It was our place, and by the look of it no one had been here
since. I pulled up my favourite chair and sat down. Memories flooded back
as I looked at the inscription 'Matty Loves ???'. The memories were as
clear as as summers day.
	I sat at the table, watching Chris fool around, wishing I could be
closer to him. I sat with his penknife, and carved into the wooden table.
	That day had never even entered my mind until that second. I cant
describe the feeling, tears welled up in my eyes and my gut felt heavy. I
went into the opening infront on the barn and looked away from it. The
ghosts of the place haunted my mind, I couldnt bare to be in there. A few
seconds later Chris followed me and put his arm around me.
	"Lets go somewhere else." He said, noticing the tears in my eyes of
the happy days before we were potheads, and did all the freaky stuff we did
now like blow things up; days when life was simpler, where little things
amused us.
	We went on a long treck towards my school, where we stopped and
talked to all my mates. We just said what was going on around the school,
who'd been fighting, and who was going out with who. Everything happened on
the last day of school, because it was normally forgotten when we went back
so nobody cared who knew. We also talked about what we were getting up to
over the next few weeks, but it became clear that Chris and Mark wanted to
leave, so I ended the conversation quick as I coudl and we went back to
Chris'.
	Once we were inside, we made some food and went to Chris' room to
play computer games> We stopped playing about 4:30, and made some more
food. Mark went out with some of his friends, so me and Chris decided to go
find all of our friends. We walked down to the bridge we usually hung out
at. As we walked, Chris' hand made its way down the front of my jeans and
he was jerking me off as I walked. I was going to do the same to him, only
we saw two of our mates so we broke it up and walked towards them.
	"Hey, where have you been?" Paul asked. Paul was also 16, but he
wasnt yet in college and in the year above me (I was going to be 15 4
months).
	"Ha ha, its Chris and Matt." That was Drew, he was 15, I sat next
to him in English and History and we had the funniest times in those
lessons. By the expression on both their faces we were pretty well gone.
	"Just on a mooch, sort me out." I said as I took the joint Drew was
holding. I finished it off, but before I had Paul was already starting to
roll another. We had a huge session under the bridge. It was really, really
dark under there, so me and Chris got a few gropes of each other. We left
at about 8, because we expected Mark to be on his way back. When we got
back to Chris' there was no one around, so we went up to Chris' room. We
closed the door behind us and fell on the bed in a passionate kiss. His
hands were cold, and I jumped as they rubbed my balls.
	I pushed my jeans and boxers down to my knees and Chris did the
same. He put his mouth around my boned up tool and sucked me until for what
seemed like eternity. My body shook as I blew my load into his mouth. I
kept my dick in his mouth as he sucked to get every drop out of my
softening boyhood.
	I went down on him and did the same. I kept telling myself that if
I sucked hard enough I would get something good. Chris took longer to cum
than I did, but when he did the load was twice as big as the one I shot. I
swallowed it all in one, and we laid together with our jeans on
properly. We kissed, and there was a real sense of love in the room, the
atmosphere was certainly different, maybe it was cause I was still
baked. Then Chris ruined the moment.
	"You know," he started, "I could get arrested for what we just
did." He said, and we both laughed at the fact that there was now another
illegal thing going on under that roof. (I dont know how the law works in
the US but in the UK you are classed as an adult when your 16 so it is
illegal for a 16 year old to have sex with anyone under 16. Which is weird
because you cant buy porn until your 18 but your classed as an adult
sexually at 16, I'll work it out one day).
	We jumped out of bed when we heard someone come in. We went down to
see who it was, for all we know it could have been his parents home
early. We were relieved when it turned out to be John. He saw we were
stoned, and reached for his tobacco tin, pulling out the best rolled joint
I had ever seen in my life. He sparked it up, and once he could feel it he
let me and Chris share it. A few minutes later, Mark walked in, not in the
best of states.
	"Whats up with you?" I said seeing he was angry. But as I looked
closer I saw his anger was unhappiness at something or someone.
	"A load of dicks followed me and started throwing things at me,
their stood at the top of the road, about 10 of them." A tear rolled down
his cheek. This was all me, Chris and John needed to here, it was time to
have some fun. We put our shoes on, and walked out too pay them a
visit. John, the supposely mature one, was the one who walked out with the
cricket bat.
	"Hey, you fucks, come here." Chris shouted as he walked infront of
me and Mark. The gang looked around Chris' age, and with us out numbered
they walked over, and looked pretty damn hard. They were about 20 feet away
from us until John stormed infront of us with his bat. That soon stopped
them walking, and they stood there. As John walked up to them, he lost all
control over his body and mind.
	"Have you lot been throwin things at the little kid?" John
shouted. He was stil walking towards them when one of them shouted 'yeah'
at him. This was it. John reached them, lifted the bat over his head and
brought it down on one of the guys shoulders, doing all kinds of damage. Me
and Chris stepped in to sort the others out. I too had lost control. If
anyone ever laid on finger on Mark I promised myself I would kill them (not
literally) so now I had to live up to my promise. Mark pointed out to me
the one who was throwing stuff at him. I walked over to him and jawed
him. God knows where it came from it was twice as hard as the hardest punch
I'd ever gave in my life. He was down on the floor and I was basically
taking the piss because I knew John would back me up. I kicked him while he
was down, which was not something I'm proud of.
	"I have never..." I paused to kick him in the stomach, "..met
anyone...so fuckin rude...in all my life!" I shouted. When I'd finished I
was ashamed of myself, but somewhat proud. I had beaten up a 16 or 17 year
old, but I had really fucked him up worse than I wanted to. His face was a
wreck, there was blood everywhere and this guy was close to tears. It would
have took a lot of stitches to get him looking as close to normal as he
could. I had disappointed myself totally. I walked back to the house in
shame, and made my way to the bedroom when I got there. Chris and Mark both
knew there was something wrong.
	"That was fuckin sweet." Chris told John as they walked in too. The
first thing the heard was the bedroom door slam. "You keep Mark down here
for a half an hour and I'll go see him." He said, making his way up the
stairs. John started a conversation with Mark about school, and was
laughing all the way through it.
	Chris opened the bedroom door and saw me sat on the end of the
double bed crying. The tears were coming like water from a tap, and I
couldnt stop them. All I could say was 'What have I done?' over and
over. The guy would probably be OK in a few minutes, the problem being if
he was to be OK he would come after him, and if he wasnt he'd never forgive
himself.
	"Come on man, what you did took balls." Chris said as he sat down
next to me and put his arm around me. "I wouldnt have touched that dick if
you payed me, he was like twice the size of you. I think its really cool
the way you do that to people who do stuff to your brother."
	Matt looked into Chris' eyes, knowing he was wrong, but knowing
Chris was right. He was stuck in the middle of this thing in his head which
he couldnt understand. How can something so bad be so cool, he had totally
went out of character. This was the part of being fucked that he hated most
of all, downers. He felt like shit, and nothing picked him up again. Then
Chris put his hand on his crotch and moved in to kiss him.
	"Man, is that all you came up here for?" Matt shouted, and laid
down on the bed with his head stuck in the pillow; crying. Chris laid next
to him determined not to give in.
	"Listen, so you did something stupid, were always doing stupid
things. So what if you took it to a more degrading level, who cares? The
fact is that I'll love you no matter what you do." Chris opened up, and for
the first time, he wasnt just saying he loved him, he meant it more than he
ever did. Matt rested his head n Chris and began to cry into his
shoulder. Chris just laid back and stroked and kissed his hair.
	There was an all new elemant of love between them. And although it
had never atually accured to them, that was the point from which they would
have died for each other.

Any comments, always nice to hear. I'll need a little help for part 3 so if
you have any ideas of what can happen, im open to suggestions (the one I
chose will get a mention in the prologue).