Date: Fri, 22 Oct 2004 20:35:56 EDT From: Brit18uk@aol.com Subject: That Fateful Day - Chapter 4 This story is posted for the exclusive enjoyment of readers of Nifty. Whilst you are free to make a personal copy, no copy of this manuscript may be published, copied, posted to another website, or otherwise distributed without express permission from the author. The contents of this story are fictional. Any resemblance of the characters to any other persons is strictly coincidental. Certain characters engage in sexual acts, which may or may not be legal in the state or country in which you the reader may reside. Any reader with objections to graphic descriptions of sexual encounters between males who may not have reached the legal age of consent, or whose local, regional, state or national jurisprudence prohibits such descriptions, should not read further. rick19uk@ntlworld.com That Fateful Day By Rick Grahame Chapter 4 We broke our passionate kiss and simply laid there looking into each others eyes with warm lazy smiles on our faces. After what seemed like ages, Carl lifted his arm and looked at his watch. Shit! he exclaimed. "Its 10.30 already, James will be here soon". We ever so slowly got out of our sleeping bag, wishing I'm sure, we could just go at it all over again. We both looked down at each others cocks seeing we each had very respectable semi's. Carl moved over to me and began to knead my cock which was quickly rock hard once more. He quickly stooped down and kissed it whilst giving my nuts a gentle tug. He then got back up giggling and began to get dressed. I simply just stood there with my slack jaw and twitching bone hard dick. I was smouldering with what I can only describe as desire, but he just continued to giggle as he pulled his pants up giving me sly little looks while fluttering his eyes. As he pulled his sweatshirt over his head I heard a muffled thing about James, lobsters and crabs and shower plus late. It dawned on me what he was saying so slipping shorts and trainers on then grabbing my shower kit, I followed him out with my slowly deflating dick tenting the front of my shorts. He spotted it and started to giggle all over again. By the time we made it to the shower block I was back in control and within 15 minutes we were back at the tent and quickly putting clean clothes on. We still had some bread, butter and tomatoes in the chiller box so we had a very quick scratch breakfast of tomato sandwiches washed down with piping hot tea. We had just finished loading all the food items that were left into the cooler when we heard, "Hi!, how are you two this morning"? It was James with a big happy grin on his face. He was wearing white baggy shorts and quite obviously no underwear. Carl and I both watched with watering mouths as he approached with his dick swinging from side to side for all the world to see and particularly us. As he got up to us he told us his uncle was at the shop with seven lobsters and eleven crabs. We all raced over to see them. Four of the lobsters were really big, lively and all of them with elastic bands around their claws. The crabs were all pre-boiled and bright pink and red. I had fortunately drawn $50.00 from the hole in the wall (ATM) the previous evening whilst we were out on our evening walk, and was well able to pay him his $45.00 asking price. There was well over $45.00 in lobster if it was bought in the regular shops, so not only was I getting 50% discounted lobster but the crab was to all intents and purposes free. This should really put me in mums good books for a while to come. I was really quite ecstatic and thanked his uncle a lot. James's mum then took over and refrigerated them all till Carls dad came to pick us up at around 6pm. We now had about five and a half hours in which to think of something to do. We all three left the shop, again chomping on James's mum's super ham sandwiches. James had asked her if he could come over to our tent to play kick-about and then help us pack up. He had also suggested that if we didn't want to be bothered taking the tent back with us, that is, if we planned on coming back, we could just leave it in James's garage. All we would have to do would be ring him when we were coming back, winking he said mmm next weekend, and we could possibly come after school on Friday and he would have it pitched all ready and waiting for us. Carl and I looked at each other with a rather lustful grin and breaking out into giggles agreed with him that it was a rather good idea and dragged him into the tent. I think we were all naked within 2 minutes and sporting healthy boners. We pinned James down and once he'd stopped squirming we both attacked his cock and balls with our lips and tongues. Carl was running up one side of his gorgeous cock whilst I ran up the other. We fought for the tip with me winning. James at this point shyly asked if he could fuck Carl and looking hungrily at James cock he eagerly agreed. I reached for the vaseline leaving James cock standing like a miniature flagpole. Carl was immediately hold of it, carressing and kissing it, all the time holding onto his sack as if weighing it in the palm of his hand, it was hot to watch. I began to work on his upturned bum, fingering lube into it and opening it up. when I had finished I lubed James's lovely cock. I rolled Carl onto his back and moving to his head got him to lift his legs. Grasping them I pulled them back and motioned to Carl to get going. He moved, positioning his cock to enter Carl and as he gently slipped his tip through and past his tight muscles he smiled adoringly down at Carl. He held still for a few seconds asking Carl if he was ok. He nodded back and James slowly pushed his full length home. Again it was wicked hot to watch and I knelt over Carl pointing Junior to his mouth. He grasped onto it and greedily clamped his lips tightly over the tip. I carried on till I was poised over Carls wonderful love muscle and followed his example. I hadn't realised, but I was perfectly positioned to not only bob up and down Carls penis but I could watch at extreme close quarters as James's cock pistoned in and out of Carls bum. None of us lasted more than five minutes before it was all over and we lay sprawled across each other sweating and panting, each with a softening penis in our hand. God! I love gay sex. As we slowly recovered and gently kissed each other we realised we had better get dressed when James had suddenly perked up, exclaiming,"Oh shit! I forgot, Pete and Joe said they would be here around one o'clock. We all looked at our watches and panic stricken jumped up and began to scrabble around for our clothes. It was one thirty now and as we managed to pull our clothes on we heard James's friends shouting his name and asking where he was. We barely managed to make it out of the tent as they were now very close, and spotting us they ran over. Carl and I were blushing madly getting wierd sort of knowing looks from Joe and Pete. James was giggling stupidly as Pete pushed past him entering our tent closely followed by Joe. We heard them gasp then say not too quietly, "Shit! It smells like a cum factory in here. James you dirty little fucker what you been doing"? They both emerged with the same wicked knowing grins on their faces and looking all three of us in the eye, came out with the next statement that had me totally gobsmacked with Joe saying, "You mean set of shits, you could have invited us". Joe then cannoned into James knocking him flat and leaping onto him, he then twisted himself around and began to grind his crotch in James's face whilst madly groping for James's jewels. They were both howling with laughter and writhing around with James trying desperately to roll out from under Joe. He at last managed to toss him to one side and was quickly back on his feet with a very pronounced tent in his shorts. Carl meanwhile was looking rather desperate too and looking at me said, "Oh shit! I have to run" and tore off in the direction of the toilet block. This cracked James up once more and whispering to me, he said, "I think he has gone to have my baby this time. The way I felt I must have shot a bucket load into him". With this he nonchalantly turned to James and Jo asking if they were up for a game of footy. Once Carl had returned accompanied by snickers from James we began a game of kick about. It had turned very warm again and within an hour we were all streaming with sweat and extremely thirsty. We all wandered over to the shop and I used my $5.00 change to pay for two very cold cans each. As we made our way back Jo asked Carl and I when we planned on coming back. He whooped when we said we would be back late next Friday afternoon if we could swing it. Pete then invited both himself and Jo to stay with us the two nights we would be here. They both grinned evilly asking James if he would be too. Joe was the best looking of the two with amazing pale blue eyes, blond hair hanging over his eyes in bangs, the cutest nose, soft red and very sexy lips, and an amazingly deep dimple in his chin. Dimples appeared in his cheeks too when he smiled, which was often. His eye lashes are extraordinarily long and are almost white. His eye brows sort of flick up as they reach towards his temples and the thing that's very noticable too, is their mobilty as he chattered on excitedly. All in all, he is an amazingly beautiful boy. Pete is most certainly no slouch in the looks department either. He has very black hair, cut quite short with a flick to the front. His eyes are like pools of chocolate with very noticable yellow flecks. His teeth are the sort you see on filmstars who have spent 10's of 000's on them. His smile is just incredibly infectious and once he starts to giggle you can't help but giggle along with him. He too, is a very handsome boy. I began to think that the Southwold gene pool must be very rich in exceptional male genes as I looked from one to the other trying to decide who won the beauty contest. I thought James came out tops. Good looking though these three are, none could compare to the very boyish and impish good looks of my Carl. As you look at him the overriding thing you see imprinted on his wonderful face, is just total mischief and absolute boy. I adore him and worship his beautiful cock. It's strange to think that although I've known him for most of my life, I've only truly known him for the past 6 days. The rest of the afternoon passed by very quickly so when five o'clock came around we began to stike our tent. God! I'm even calling it our tent now. We carried it over to James's garage and stached it at the back out of everybodies way. The idea of leaving it was just too brilliant we thought and come next Friday, all being well, it would save us ages in time and make our weekend start so much faster.We next brought the chiller box over first emptying it of all the food bits that were left over making sure to dispose of it properly. All it was was some melting butter and about half a loaf and now withered tomatoes. Having washed it out we had taken it into the shop and carefully loaded our efforts at fishing into it along with ice packs. The lobsters and crabs wouldn't all fit but we got most of the crabs in. Mrs Bloomfield came to our rescue when she said,"you'll be back next weekend won't you"? We chorused, "Well we want to come back if our mums and dads agree". I added that I was pretty positive we would be, but if not we would def be here the following weekend. "In that case" she said, "here take this but please remember to bring it back. We use it all the time for this and that but at least with it, you'll get your lobsters home still alive" With that she handed us another cooler box already containing two ice packs. We loaded the lobsters in and closed the lid tightly. It was now almost six o'clock so for the remaining minutes we kicked a ball around outside whilst we waited for Mr Brown to come for us. We both agreed that having to wait till we were seventeen till we got our licenses absolutely sucked. I know that as soon as I got mine my dad would buy me a car. He had done it for James who was very pleased when dad presented him with a year old low mileage Rover 25. These cars are so hot, www.rover.co.uk I had made it known that it would be what I would probably want too but that was about two years into the future. Dads car is a Rover 75 SE and it's gorgeous, all finished in beige leather and light oak trim, whilst mum drives a Rover 45. Dads car is just sooooo quiet and fast. It seemed we had just started to kick the ball around when Mr Brown turned up. Mum had told him we would have things to bring back and as we told him how marvellous Mrs Bloomfield had been he went into the still open shop to thank her for loooking out for us both. When we told him we would leave the tent here and Carl asking in his most whiney voice, "Daaaaaaaaaaad, would it be ok if we came back next Friday afternoon? Thats if Rick can of course. We've had a wicked time and made some great friends, and the fishing was just toooo awesome". His dad looked at him with what I can only describe as really deep affection and grinning widely said, "you will need to ask your mum too, but for me, I can get away early on Friday and have you here by around five o'clock. James was standing there with a big grin on his handsome face bouncing from foot to foot. Mr Brown turned to Mrs Bloomfield and said he would ring this evening to let them know, and thanking her again for the loan of the cooler he shook her and James hand and we set off home. The journey took around an hour and we pulled into our drive at just about seven fifteen. Mum and dad came out to meet us inviting Mr Brown in whilst we divided the fish up. We wasted no time in outlining our plans for the coming weekend and after Mr Brown had spoken to mum and dad about the Bloomfields and how they had looked out for us, they agreed we could go subject to Carls mum agreeing. I'm sure that all the lobster and crab had something to do with it but mum was right in my corner from the start and was wonderful all the following week too. Mr Brown, he insisted I call him Bob gratefully took three crabs and a couple of lobster too and winking at Carl and I, said, "don't worry, its in the bag. Marion loves crab hehe and these will make her day". Within five minutes of leaving for home Carl was rapping on our door with a big cheesy grin on his face saying his mum had agreed and if it was ok he could sleep over too....."Muuuuuum , Daaaaaaaaaad, would it be ok if Carl slept over? We don't have school till Tuesday". Looking at each other and smiling they gave us both a huge hug and said,"Well its about time you started having friends over, of course he can stay". They shooed us both off telling us to make ourselves presentable whilst mum rang Mrs Brown, Marion from now on, and asked if it was ok for them to take Carl along with me, out to dinner. They had booked a table at the Half Moon but were sure they could expand the booking to four. The Half Moon is a small country pub about four or five miles out of Harleston and almost to Dickleborourgh. The food is usually just too excellent because as dad insists on telling us, they keep their numbers down and that way they have time to maintain their high standards. It looks like a really small place from the front but is actually huge and stretches back forever. We arrived and had a really great meal with Carl and I going for med rare rump steaks with salad and sauteed potato. In the gents toilet later, I whispered to Carl that this was the sort of meal that kept the cum factory in full production and we both went back to our table giggling uncontrollably, earning an intense stare from dad. We arrived home about ten thirty and thanking mum and dad for our excellent dinner we made our way to my room, and after brushing our teeth etc were soon playing games on the puter. We played till around one in the morning keeping the noise down and eventually fell exhausted into bed. Not that exhausted mind you but enough to cuddle up and kiss each other and quickly relieve the inevitable boner that kissing had produced. We were soon asleep and in truth didn't surface till around eleven the next morning. I knew dad had to be at work today cos he'd had a quiet moan about it the previous evening remarking that we didn't know we were born yet, and how he wished he was still at school having the next day off. Mum was out with her Womens Institute charity work which she always had trouble working around, so to all intents and purposes the house was ours till around four. We got out of bed and both raced for the bathroom trying to point our morning stiffies down at the loo. I grabbed Carl and dragged him into my shower where switching the water on, it very quickly warmed up using one of the pre-sets. I grabbed his boner and said just let it go to which he quickly caught on and grabbed mine. We stood there in seventh heaven whilst the pressure was very soon relieved as two streams of high pressure pee hit the shower wall tiles. It had occurred to me to demonstrate my shower technique to Carl some time over the weekend, so lifting it down I set it to pulse and bending him over I aimed it at his brown eye. He let out an "Oooooooh! thats wicked Rick", and I watched in fascination as his pucker began to quickly sort of open and close with his dick I had hold of, growing into a rock solid pulsing hard-on. He was soon panting and asked if I was going to fuck him. "Well only if you really want me to" I answered with an obvious giggle. His response was, "Oh God! Just get it in there Rick". I turned the water off and using some really creamy non-allergenic shower cream I lubed his pucker up then my own raging boner and gently entered him. He let out a gasp and said, "That is soooooooooo good, God how I love your dick". Reaching around him I grasped his and said, "Not half as much as I love this fella". "Go for it, fuck me" he said. So I slowly began to thrust and tug him at the same time, then building up some speed we both very soon lost it and gasping out we came within thirty seconds of each other. It was so hot feeling Carls cock pulsing in my hand as he moaned,"Yessssssssss, here he cums". His muscles contracting were definitely what pushed me over the edge cos he tightened up and it was just incredible to feel him contracting on my own pulsing dick. He reached over and pushed the pre-set sending a shower of warm pulsing water cascading over us. As we got dressed we could hear both our stomachs rumbling and I know that I was starving so Carl must have been too. Hurrying downstairs I found a note from mum and the $45.00 for the shellfish. She wanted me to mow the lawn out front before we went off anywhere and said that there was bacon etc in the fridge and not to be idle but to get it cooked for our breakfast. In capitals was, DON'T YOU DARE LEAVE A MESS! I turned the grill on and very soon had the delic smells of bacon and eggs wafting through the kitchen. Carl had already got two bowls of cereal on the go and as he sat devouring his I stood and ate mine off the counter as I kept my eye on the bacon and fried us a couple of eggs each. It was soon done with, and in typical teenage style was also quickly polished off. I rinsed the dishes and removed the foil from the grill pan and running hot water over the frying pan loaded them into the machine and switched it on. Next up was the mower and the lawn. Carl got the strimmer (edger) and as he did the edges I mowed it in really cool stripes finishing it all up with everything put away tidily within an hour and a half. It was still only one thirty. It was about this time I remembered to ring James. He was out but his mum said she would pass the message on and ask him to ring us back. We arranged a time and thanking her again I hung up. We were just deciding what to do when mum turned up. She made tea and after having a sandwich asked us if we would like to go Diss with her. She had errands to run with the main one being the supermarket. We passed on that one and she was soon on her way saying she would be back around four thirty. She also said to be sure to be back by six as she was doing a rather nice dinner to which Carls mum and dad had been invited. We got on our bikes and riding onto Harleston High School were able to join in a football game being played by about eighteen other kids on their playing field. It was a really cool afternoon and a game we all enjoyed. We arrived home hot and sweaty around five o'clock just as dad was getting out of his car. "Hi trouble" he said smiling warmly at both of us. "What you been up to today"? I stood and swept my arm round at the lawn whereupon he went to the foot of it and critically eyed the straightness of my stripes. "Very good" he said. And looking as if he could have bitten his tongue off went on to say,"Shit! Me and my big mouth. Next thing is, you'll be asking for a raise". I quickly retorted that it was nearly two years since I had had one and that I really thought it was overdue. "Ok" he said, "do as well on the back lawn one evening this week and he would see to it. Elated, I hugged him there and then in front of the house and Carl. He had set up a direct debit into my account two years ago for $40.00 a month and I had been hinting that I thought I was due for a rise for at least six months. He had very studiously ignored me. I couldn't understand it cos I didn't fritter my money but saved it as had been proved by my ability to be able to go to the hole in the wall and draw sufficient to pay for mums shellfish. I have hoarded all my birthday and christmas money for as long as I can remember, and each month the residual from my allowance added to it. At the time of my last statement I had over $2500.00 saved up. Even when I bought my beachcaster I wouldn't touch my saved money but started a special fund in a money box to save for it out of my allowance. Dad knew this of course and I think he was secretly very proud of my ability to save. James on the other hand was always short of money and hitting him for advances on his next months allowance. I won't go into the details of of mums dinner, just to say that it was truly special consisting of the whole trip of crab cocktail, sorbet, lobster thermadore and a delicious chocolate gateaux and cheese board. Gateaux btw is a thick multi layered German/Swiss cake confection oozing with cream and superlight and yummy. It's generally served at our house with a runny vegetarian alternative to real cream called Elmlea, and it tastes just like real cream but with virtually no fat. Mmmmmm, healthy but still delic. Carl, like me was in seventh heaven when the sweet course came around. I knew my mum was a super cook but tonight she had surpassed herself. We even got half glasses of each wine too with the favourite being the desert wine, a wonderfully rich and full bodied, sweet sauterne from France. We went about every three months to stock up on wine and cheese, usually bringing back lots of the wonderful soft french sort. Some of it wreaked, esp the Camembeart, but it was truly delic. We always went to France using the tunnel, and from leaving home we were usually in Calais within two and a half hours. Once on the train, going through the tunnel took thirty five minutes to actually cross. It very often took longer getting the car on and off than for the actual crossing. I loved the French shopping trips and resolved to make sure Carl had an up to date passport so he could come next time. We made our goodnights to Carl and his family about ten thirty. We all had either work or as in my case school the next day so I was soon off to dreamland dreaming of my Carl and our upcoming weekend. As I drifted off it dawned on me that I only had four days to wait cos today had been a day off and it was already Monday. Yeeeeeeeeeeeey! ********************************************* Due to the huge ammount of e-mail and very positive encouragement, not least two from "SAM LAKES", I am thinking that we could run with this story for as long as my ideas and own so far limited expieriences last out. My thanks for your support, I truly didn't expect the volume I received...Rick