Date: Wed, 17 Feb 1999 22:56:39 -0000 From: jimmykirk_uk@hotmail.com Subject: Not Out 6 and epilogue Not Out by jimmykirk Part Six September 1982 Technically, I had two weeks holiday after the competition, but having nothing planned I spent most of that time at the County Ground watching cricket and sitting in the bar drinking with Smithy. I wanted to tell someone about what had happened because I couldn't quite believe it was true and by expressing the events in words they would somehow have taken on a more concrete form. As it was they rested in my memory and I exercised them in my fantasies every night. As the first week finished I started to receive a postcard a day from Nick and that kept me happy. I had worried that he would somehow forget me once he got away and I was reassured by his words. My `holiday' over I went back to coaching and that kept me pretty busy, but each morning I waited for the post and something from Nick. The postcards continued and then I got a nice long letter. In this letter he wrote about the time we had had together and how much he was looking forward to seeing me. I penned a quick note back to him, wary of committing my feelings to paper as I sent it to his school. I added a post- script saying that sometimes people can't always write what they wanted to, in the hope that he would understand. In his reply he told me he did understand, and that it was a good idea because his things were not very private at school. Nick's postscript was `oh yeah, I'll phone you about next weekend'. Thursday evening the phone rang and I immediately recognised Nick's voice. "Hiya Jimmy, it's me." "Hi Nick, I've been waiting for you to call. How are you?" I asked. "How about if I say, `do you want to find out tomorrow?', would that be OK?" "Yeah sure," I paused, "if it's OK with everyone else?" "Cool, and course it is. My parents are away and I told them I was going to a friend's house." "If you're sure?" "Very! I haven't got much time," I heard him put more money in the phone, "how do I get to you from here?" "Don't worry about that, I can pick you up. What time do you finish?" "You sure Jimmy?" "Yes, don't want you getting lost! So what time?" "OK, anytime after four, I'll wait by the main gatehouse on the high street." "That sounds good--" Nick interrupted me. "Gotta go, money gone. See you tomorrow Jim--" The line went dead and he was gone. For some reason I spent the rest of the night tidying and cleaning my flat just like I would if my mother were visiting. Friday at work passed in a haze and I was able to make an excuse to leave early. I arrived just before four and on my second pass past the gatehouse I saw Nick. He looked very smart in his school uniform and he carried a rucksack hanging from his shoulder. Nick looked up and down the high street and didn't see me until I pulled up alongside him. I leant over and pushed the door open for him. "Throw that on the backseat," I said referring to his bag, and Nick settled next to me. "Hiya Jimmy, good to see you!" He leant over and gave me a hug. "Better go before I get a ticket." "Cool car," Nick observed. It was a rather old VW Golf, but better than a lot of cars I guessed. "How long will it take us to get to your house, cos I can't wait to get out of these?" Nick pulled at his tie and blazer. "Depends on the traffic, maybe forty minutes," I explained. "Anyway, nice to see you!" I reached over and squeezed his thigh. "Yeah, you don't know how much I have been looking forward to this!" I thought about the largely sleepless night I had had the night before. "I think I do!" Nick giggled. We chatted about school and Tom for a while and soon enough I was heading into my building's basement carpark. I parked the car and got out with my bag and Nick followed me. I lived on the ground floor so we didn't have far to go. I pushed my frontdoor open and pushed Nick in ahead of me. We stood in the small hallway. "The bedroom," I pointed to the door on the right, "the bathroom," I pointed to the door straight ahead, "and the lounge" the door on the left. "Guided-tour over!" "Can I put my things in here?" Nick pushed the bedroom door open. "Yep, go ahead," I followed him in. The bedroom was quite large, with fitted cupboards on each side, and over the top of the double-bed. On the far side was the window, and in the corner by it a stand with a stereo and TV on. Nick jumped on the bed and bounced. "Cool, you have a TV in the bedroom!" "C'mon, get changed and we can go for something to eat," I reached over and took Nick's blazer off. "Yeah, good idea, I'm starving!" Nick pulled his rucksack over and emptied its contents on the bed and he pulled out a pair of blue-jeans and a sweatshirt. "This'll do." I hung his jacket on the wardrobe door as he took his shirt of which I placed on the corner of the other door. Next he kicked off his shoes and trousers, and revealed a pair of white cotton y-fronts. I folded the trousers and hung them on one of the doors too, meanwhile Nick was hopping around pulling his jeans on. "Is that better now?" I asked him as he was putting on the last of his trainers. He pulled his sweatshirt down to his hips. "Yeah, much better!" "Then come here," I ordered. Nick took a few steps towards me and I pulled him the rest of the way. I lifted him slightly off the floor and bent my head down so that I could kiss him. "I wanted to say `hello' properly." I let him down and he just jumped back up, wrapping his legs around my waist and his arms locked around my neck. "Me too!" he said before pulling me to him. We locked in a deep and passionate kiss until Nick pulled me off balance and we fell onto the bed. Nick's hands released their grip and pulled at my top to expose my bare back. His hands delved inside and he began to caress my spine and shoulders. My hands burrowed under his sweatshirt and stoked his sides. "Mmmm, I've missed you," I said as we rolled over and my hand worked its way into the back of his jeans so I could squeeze his bum. I could feel it flex as Nick ground his hips into me and I wanted to feel more of him. Suddenly Nick sat up, keeping his hands on my shoulders as he leant over me. "We could eat later?" he smiled his most wicked smile. I moved my hand to his waist and flipped open his jeans' button. "I guess we could," I replied and then I lifted his sweatshirt up and over his head. I marvelled again at his flat and trim torso and chest. Nick fell down on me and we rolled again. "Your turn now," he said, and lifted my shirt off. I laid down on top of him and felt his smooth skin next to mine. I heard Nick's trainers fall to the floor as he kicked them off, then he used his feet to push mine off. As we continued to kiss, Nick found the drawstring on my tracksuit bottoms and pulled it. Soon both his hands were inside them and pulling the waist loose so he could slip them over my hips. The front of my waistband caught on the top of my swollen cock and so I rolled us onto our sides so Nick could free me. As he did I fumbled at his zip to open it, this done I put both my hands under his jeans and y-fronts and slid them to his knees. I pulled us back together and I felt his hard dick press into the back of mine. Nick managed to lift his leg, forcing his clothes to his ankles, and then he hooked his foot into my trousers so he could push them down to my feet. I struggled with the tangled mess for a while, but eventually they came completely off as did Nick's. Nick giggled. "That was hard work," he said, "but worth it!" And then he climbed on top of me, finding my mouth with his tongue. "This is the first time we have ever been alone properly together," I observed as we broke for air. "Yeah, no worrying about the others finding us or coming in," he smiled. "And now I'm hungry!" With that his mouth moved across my chest and down my abs until he found the tip of my erection. I took hold of his hips and lifted him over me. "Me too!" And my tongue flicked the inside of his open legs and moved up deep into his crack where I found his tight little hole. I relished the taste and texture as Nick moved his tongue along the back of my shaft to lick may balls. I was back in heaven, and I wanted Nick's boycock in my mouth next. I pulled him towards me so that I could now lick the back of his dick, finally managing to pull it into my mouth. It pressed firmly against my tongue and I could taste a little salty precum. Nick was now concentrating on sucking my head, but one hand stayed to roll my balls and then to caress my hole. I felt first one, then two finger tips push inside me. I gasped as he entered and I moved one of my hands back to let my fingers begin to probe him as well. I had been waiting so long for this that when I felt my orgasm begin to rise inside me I did not resist it. I clenched my anal muscles tightly around Nick's fingers and then pushed my dick deep into his mouth as I began to come. As I was finishing I felt Nick tighten too and then his dick hardened in my mouth as he shot directly onto my tongue. His orgasm lasted longer than I remembered and his cum tasted a little more like that of Tom. We collapsed onto our sides and I pulled Nick to me and we each buried our faces into the others groin. Eventually Nick moved around to sit across me. My dick had hardly softened before the feeling of his crack and balls directly on top of it brought it back to full erection. He lifted himself slightly and pulled my dick under himself, Nick licked his other hand and reached behind and then he used this saliva to lubricate me. Carefully he pulled the end of my dick to press against his already loosened hole, it slipped in the first inch or more easily. Nick's eyes closed and then he pressed himself down on top of me and the rest of me disappeared inside him. "That's better!" said Nick. "Got you just where I want you!" He giggled. "I surrender!" I offered, and threw my hands up into the air, letting them fall onto the bed either side of me. Nick began to ride slowly up and down my shaft. The heat and tightness of his hole was intense and I closed my eyes in ecstasy. To rest his knees, he brought them forward and the backs of his thighs rested on my stomach and chest, he leant back slightly and supported himself with his locked arms. From this position he began to bounce himself up and down on me, my penetration seeming to get deeper. The motion became more violent and Nick began to pant loudly and soon I joined him, eventually crying out as my orgasm exploded inside him. Nick collapsed onto my sweaty chest and we rolled around together kissing passionately. "That was the best ever!" I panted. I felt Nick's hard dick pressing against me. "Now you try it to me." "Really?" asked Nick, smiling. "Yes, really," I pushed Nick down and lifted up my legs so that my knees rested on my chest. He needed no further invitation and he started by playing with his tongue around my hole to wet it, then he pushed slightly into me, soon followed by two of his fingers. This felt good, and I wanted more. My eyes were shut until I felt something hot press against me. I looked down and Nick had his cockhead held against my hole. I lowered my hips slightly and Nick raised himself on his knees to meet me. Now his dick was pointing inside me, and he made a little push and the head slipped in. One more effort and he was all in. It felt like a hot chubby finger as it moved around. At first he was slow and kind of made circular movements, then he straightened his legs so that his full weight rested on top of me and his thrusts became deep and quicker. A few final thrusts and I felt his dick harden and watched as his stomach arched, before I felt his dick begin to pump inside me. I never expected to feel the hot cum too and that stayed for a while after he pulled out. By now we were lying on the bed in the dark, and I reached over and switched a small bedside lamp on. In this warm light I really noticed Nick's tan again, but this time it was more extensive, leaving a white triangle where he had obviously only worn speedoes on holiday. "Nice tan," I remarked, tracing my finger along the edge of it on one of his legs. "Wish it was all over," he giggled. "Some places you wouldn't want to get burnt though," I tickled his balls. "Be worth it if I had you to put lotion on for me!" Nick took hold of my hand and made a rubbing motion with it. I felt his flaccid dick begin to harden again. I rolled on top of Nick and knelt over him. "Time to eat something," I took hold of his hand and pulled him with me towards the edge of the bed. "Come see what I've got," our feet hit the floor. I bent down to pick up my clothes. "Can we stay like this?" asked Nick. "What, naked?" I replied. "Yeah!" he snatched my clothes from my hand and threw them onto the bed. ""OK then, but let me go ahead and close the curtains in the lounge. I don't want the neighbours seeing!" I walked ahead into the dark lounge and closed the curtains before turning on the light. Nick followed me from there into the kitchen. We raided the fridge: cold pizza, ham and cheese. I didn't put any clothes on until the Sunday morning and we spent the rest of Friday lying in bed watching TV, and the all of Saturday lying in bed watching TV! Well, we watched TV some of the time, the rest of the time we watched each other. By Saturday evening I had lost count of how many orgasms we had shared, but with each one it would only be a matter of an hour or two before we did again. Nick's energy seemed boundless and his need to please me never-ending. I dropped him back at school Sunday afternoon, and when I returned I slept for a solid fourteen hours. I was very content as I could smell Nick on the pillows and sheets of the bed. When I woke on the Monday morning I instinctively reached for him and felt a great sense of disappointment when I realised he was no longer there. Still, I only had two weeks to wait until his next visit and I comforted myself with that thought. The Thursday before Nick's next visit he called me and explained that he couldn't come because he parents had arrived home unexpectedly and he had to go see them. I understood and we arranged for him to come stay again over half term which was in three weeks. This was good because it meant he could stay for longer. Friday was a miserable day in all senses. I was missing Nick and now had nothing to look forward to, plus it was grey and wet all day which kind of summed up my mood. I finished work and went straight home and just sat in front of the TV for a few hours. About seven the door intercom sounded. I picked up the handset, wondering who could be calling for me. "Hello?" I asked. "Jimmy? Is that Jimmy?" a familiar voice said. "It's me Tom." "Tom!" my heart began to race. "Hiya, wait there, I'll come and get you!" I raced out my door to the front lobby. Through the glass doors I could see a very wet and forlorn-looking Tom. I opened the door. "I think you'd better come in!" I put an arm around his shoulder and pulled him down the corridor to my flat. "I'm not interrupting am I?" Tom asked between shivers. "No, no. Of course not!" I ushered him into my lounge. Tom stood in front of me. He was wearing jeans and a tracksuit top, both of which were soaked. His hair was flat against his head, and drops of water dripped from his forehead, nose and chin. "Lemme get you a towel." I brought two large towels from the bathroom. Tom slipped his rucksack off his shoulders and I took it from him. My hand brushed against his and it was icy cold. "You're freezing!" "I sort of got lost," explained Tom. I put one of the towels on the settee and the other over his shoulders, and with my arm still around him I pulled him to sit down next to me. "I wasn't expecting you," I said. "I thought I'd surprise you," Tom replied. "Well you've done that!" I hugged him as I felt him shiver. "Is it OK for me to be here?" he whispered. "Of course it is!" I hugged him tighter and he put his arm around my waist and pressed his face against my chest. "Can I stay?" he whispered again. "Well, yes, as long as your parents know where you are," I answered. "They do know where you are?" Tom looked up at me and then smiled. I prepared to find myself with a runaway. "Yeah, my Dad dropped me off, I told him I'd arranged to meet you at the station," he looked me in the eyes, "honest!" "You should've rung me, I'd've come to meet you," I sighed. "Then it wouldn't have been a surprise!" Tom shivered again. "But you wouldn't have nearly caught your death of cold!" I rubbed his shoulders through the towel. "I'll be ok," he protested. "Anyway I found you in the end." The irony was that the station was only five minutes walk from my building. "Well let's get these wet clothes off you," I lifted the towel from his shoulders and stood up in front of him. His numb hands fumbled at the zip on his top and I had to unfasten it for him. The nylon material clung to him and I had to peel it off. Underneath he wore a sweatshirt which was darkened where it was soaked on the shoulders and arms. "And this too," I said. I took hold of it down by his hips and lifted it over his body and arms. Goosepimples immediately appeared across his chest and I quickly draped the towel back over him giving him a heavy rub. Tom pulled the towel tightly around himself. I put my hands around his waist and lifted him to his feet then I fell to my knees. "Jeans next," I unfastened his belt, button and zip. The cold jeans stuck to him and I had to pull hard on them to get them over his thighs. Once at his knees I pushed him back onto the settee. One by one I lifted his feet into my lap and took his trainers and socks off so that I could pull his jeans completely off. I wrapped the second towel over his thighs, hiding the checked boxers that he still wore. "Better?" "Thanks Jimmy," Tom pulled his feet under himself. "How about a hot chocolate or something?" I asked. "Cool!" Some colour was coming back to his face and he slowly began to thaw. I went to the kitchen and turned the kettle on, and then I took his wet clothes and hung them over a chair by the radiator. Soon the instant-hot-chocolate-in-a-sachet was ready and Tom wrapped his hands around the mug it came in. I sat down next to him and Tom leaned slightly to rest his head on my shoulder. "Nick didn't say you were coming," I said quietly. "I didn't tell him," replied Tom. "Let me guess, you wanted to surprise me!" I chuckled. "Yeah," Tom laughed. Pretty soon Tom had thawed completely and was sat up cross- legged in front of me excitedly recounting his bowling exploits of the previous summer. I put a pizza in the oven and whilst it cooked we continued our reminiscences. After eating we talked long into the night and about midnight Tom stifled a yawn. "Shall we go and lie down?" I asked and took Tom's hand. I led him into the bedroom. "Can I use the bathroom?" Tom asked. I gave him directions and I heard him fetch his bag from the lounge before going in. I tidied up the bedroom a little, turned the TV on and undressed down to my boxers. Tom returned in his familiar sleeping shorts, "I left the towels in the bathroom." "OK, cool, now it's my turn," I walked up to him and placed my hand around his waist. "Now get yourself comfy. I won't be long." I quickly brushed my teeth and washed, and when I returned Tom was lying under the quilt, hands behind his head. I immediately noticed the little tufts of hair in his armpits and I smiled to myself. I pulled the quilt back slightly and noticed that Tom was naked, so I sat on the edge of the bed and pulled my shorts off before swinging around under the cover. From even six inches away I could feel the heat of Tom's body and I edged myself closer before turning on my side to face Tom. I placed one arm across his stomach and pulled him slightly to me. "You OK?" I asked. Tom put one of his arms around my neck and pulled my head to his shoulder. "I'm fine now," he whispered. "I have missed you so much Jimmy." "And I've missed you Tom," I lifted my arm and placed my palm on Tom's cheek. "I've really missed you." I turned Tom's face so that I could kiss his other cheek.. "I wasn't sure you had," Tom's voice faltered. "Why?" I raised myself on my elbow so I could look him directly in the face. "Well--" Tom tried to look away, but my hand wouldn't let him. "--Well, after Nick came to see you, he told me what a great time you'd had, and..." his chin trembled slightly, "when Nick didn't ask me to come next time, and when I hadn't heard from you or anything..." his eyes watered, "...I just thought that you'd forgotten about me," he let out a sob and buried his face into my shoulder. "I'm sorry Tom," a tidal wave of guilt hit me and my own heart sank. "I'm really, really sorry, I never meant anything like that," but I knew that Tom was right in a way. I hated myself for my insensitivity. I hooked a finger under his chin and nudged his face up so I could see him. "I haven't been a very good friend, have I?" I didn't expect an answer. "I promise I won't hurt you again, do you forgive me?" I made a deep frown and rubbed my nose against his. "Pleeeeease?" I begged. Tom smiled. "Course I do!" He wrapped both his arms around me and hugged me. His grip was tight and strong and I reciprocated. Our noses and chins were touching and Tom turned his head slightly and then his lips pressed against mine. They were as soft as Nick's, but I could feel a slight hairy down on the edges of his upper lip. Then his lips parted ever so little and I felt his tongue touch my lips. They responded automatically and parted to let his tongue in, and mine darted to meet his open mouth. Soon we were caught in a deep and passionate kiss that almost took my breath away. We had never kissed like this, before it had only been playful little pecks. I began to climb on top of Tom and my hardening cock met his rock hard erection. It was thick and hot already and I ground my hips against him. Tom lifted his legs and wrapped them around my thighs so that he could push his groin harder against me and he tried to pull my body lower down. Eventually I relented and my erection slipped to press against the top of his inner thigh and balls. Tom wriggled under me and he was letting out little groans as my cockhead got nearer and nearer to his hole. Suddenly he pushed me up with his hip and one of his hands slipped into the gap and he took hold of my swollen head. He spread his legs wider and higher and used his hand to guide my dick towards his hole, I felt him use his fingers to spread my precum and then I was pressed against him, and he tried to pull me closer. I held back as I remembered my promise to Nick. My head fell onto the pillow next to Tom. "It's OK," he said quietly, "Nick told me what he said about doing this." "Then..." "And it's too late," Tom interrupted me, "I already love you." My resistance melted away as the comment sank in. "Please, Jimmy..." I began to slide down the bed away from Tom, my tongue leaving a glistening trail along his chest and stomach. When I reached his balls, I cupped my hands under his bum and lifted him up towards my mouth. I rolled his balls slightly with my tongue and then I moved my hands from his cheeks to the back of his thighs and began to lift them up. This slowly exposed the area behind his balls and my tongue continued its journey along the perfectly smooth skin. Tom's hole was darker than Nick's but just as inviting. I ran the tip around its very edge sending Tom into a fit of moans. Carefully I began to push a little and it found its way in, twisting and turning as it did. Then I took a finger and pressed this in with my tongue, Tom gasped with the firmness of this. Soon I was able to easily put my whole finger in so I began to move my mouth back to his balls and along the back of his dick. His head was fully exposed and his foreskin formed a second ridge just below it. On his stomach was a silvery patch of his precum which I licked away. I reached back and took hold of my own dick which I guided to Tom's loosened hole. Very carefully I placed the head against him and made circular motions around the opening before I pushed slowly inside him. Tom's head rocked from side to side and he grabbed his own legs and pulled them to his chest, his elbows resting on the backs of his knees. I pushed a little deeper and the head had disappeared. I held there for a while, giving him chance to get used to the feeling and then I pushed further and further until my pubic hairs were pressed flat against him. I grabbed his hips and pulled him as close as I could, he was tight and hot. Gradually I started to move myself in and out of him and I could have let myself cum within a minute, but I wanted more of Tom and Tom seemed to want more of me. The second time I felt my orgasm begin to well inside me I pulled out completely and turned Tom around so that he was now kneeling on all fours in front of me. I leant down and probed a little more with my tongue to lubricate him again and then I knelt close to him and pushed straight in. I went all the way in first time and Tom rocked himself back and forward so that I didn't have to move. I reached an arm around Tom's waist and found his cock. It was pointing along his stomach and bouncing as he moved. I took hold of it so that Tom's movements also moved his dick in and out of my hand. With every stroke I felt him get harder and I got nearer to my own climax. Before I did, I felt Tom's anal muscles grip me very tightly and hold me inside him as his dick exploded cum onto the bed below. Before he finished I was able to push myself as deep as I could as the rhythm of his orgasmic spasms played along my length. I laid my chest on his back as I thrust my erupting cock into him. I was lost in the power of my orgasm and eventually Tom collapsed under my weight. I carried on kissing the back of his neck for a while before rolling off him. Tom placed his head on my chest and wrapped an arm and leg around me. "That was cool Jimmy!" "Yeah," I kissed his hair. "And I think you were right." "What?" "It is too late..." I had already fallen in love with Tom. "I was so jealous when Nick came back and told me all the stuff you had done that weekend," Tom spoke gently. "I wished so much that it was me." He laughed quietly, almost to himself. "I fell in love with you before Nick did, it's just that Nick was..." he laughed again, "more confident than me." "He was that for sure," I laughed a little too. "I was sure you liked Nick more than me. "Maybe at first," I said, "but not now. I love you both so much. I hope Nick understands." I didn't want to hurt Nick. "He does," Nick offered, trying to reassure me. "He knows how I feel, and he said he wished you could make me as happy as he is." "I can't believe you two," I laughed loudly. "We just share everything," he smiled at me. "Especially the best things." Epilogue February 1999 In case you were wondering, yes (I found out later), Nick and Tom did set up that whole weekend between them. Not, of course that I needed very much persuading to fall in love with Tom. I continued to see Nick and Tom about once a month at weekends for the rest of that winter and spring. The summer was a little more difficult because of our cricket commitments, but we did manage to have a whole week together, just the three of us at the end of August. That remained the pattern for the next four years until Nick dropped out of school when he was given a professional contract at Midshire CC. Tom never quite made it as a cricketer and finished his education and went to university. In spite of all these changes to our lives we remained very close and I never could separate the love I had for one from the love I had from the other. They both grew into exceptionally handsome young men. Tom went to work at a bank and Nick's professional cricket career progressed well. And me and Smithy? Well, Smithy was destined for higher things and he ended up managing an England touring side, he's retired now and I still see him around the County Ground over the summer sometimes. I ended up taking Smithy's job as manager, and then went on to coach England's first World Cup Under-15 side. I am still manager of Midshire CC Under-12s. I last saw Nick yesterday. I was watching England play Australia in Australia and Nick was there, a member of the defeated side. He just doesn't look as cute on the TV! An hour later the phone rang and Tom answered it. "He flies back day after tomorrow," Tom said, "I told him we'd both be there to bring him home." I smiled. `Sixteen years and still not out' I thought to myself. Glossary: not out: when a batsman has not been dismissed, he may continue to bat. Comments to jimmykirk_uk@hotmail.com