Date: Thu, 31 Jan 2013 16:45:59 +0000 From: Joe Ferns Subject: Blind Faith 3 Nifty needs your donations to provide wonderful stories. Or ones like this even. Please donate if you can. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html I hope you guys aren't finding the pace too slow. Chapter 3 Various Balls "Weren't you shit-scared? I'd have been," confided Matt as he helped himself to a handful of Peter's fries. "I don't know," said Peter thoughtfully. "Makes a difference if you're with somebody. Remember when we were kids? We were dead scared of old man Russell's dog. When he had let the mangy hound out we hated going along the back alley unless there was the two of us." "Yeah!" laughed Matt. "Having back up helps. I remember thinking, maybe it'll bite Pete on the ass and I'll escape." Peter frowned and punched Matt on the arm playfully. They were in the school cafeteria the Monday after Peter's climbing adventure. "There was this guy Nev who's in charge, sort of, and checks you're safe." "Back-up." Matt nodded. "Like we said." There was a pause and Matt reached for more fries. "Go get your own!" Matt bit the purloined fry in half and looked thoughtfully at Peter as if considering what to ask next. "So. You see his dong? Like when you were changing?" "We weren't surf boarding down Niagara, stupid. You don't change for climbing a dry wall. You just got to be sure to wear loose stuff, so you feel comfortable in all the gear you need. You get this strap stuff round the top of your legs and things. Really crushes into your man gear. You know?" Peter tried to sound like an expert. Matt didn't know but he didn't like the sound of it. "Was she there?" "Who?" "The hot cunt, the Mink." "It was a man thing. Boys Only. There was his mate,Vern. He was cool. We're all going up to Glencoe for the long weekend, do some REAL climbing. Matt, it'll be awesome. Weekend away. No parents. Like scout camp but no leaders to boss you around, keep checking up on you." Matt agreed that the proposed trip to Glencoe sounded awesome. The only problem was, Peter explained, how to tell his parents he was going climbing on a long weekend with some older guys they had never met or even heard of. "Well that's easy" Matt figured with an exaggerated shrug. "Just tell them you're going climbing with your old pal Matt." "Huh? You've never climbed!" scorned Peter. "Well neither have you till now. Just tell your folks that you and me tried out the rock climbing at the Sports Centre, say it was on a dare, and it turned out to be fun. We met a few more experienced climbers that have all the equipment and they invited us for a climb up Glencoe." "But YOU are not invited," Peter responded without any effort at tact. "So invite me," countered Matt, with a voice as if to say, duh, isn't it obvious? What a conundrum. Peter had no intention of sharing Joey with Matt but the plan did make sense and he couldn't think of any other reasonable solution. If they were both to go then Peter's parents would be much more likely to agree. "Do you really want to come climbing?" Peter asked. "Is the Mink coming too?" replied Matt, licking his lips suggestively. 'No Fucking Way!' Peter wanted to shout. But he bit his tongue. This was getting complicated. If him going climbing with Joey depended on Matt coming, and Matt coming depended on the Mink coming... "I don't know" Peter answered, which strictly speaking was the truth. "I bet she really puts out, doesn't she?" Matt continued. "Yeah she does, but not enough" Peter answered almost absent-mindedly. "What's that supposed to mean?" "No chick puts out enough, not even the Mink" Peter answered, repeating Joey's words of wisdom. Matt just stared at him, trying to put those words into some kind of context. Then something lit up behind his eyes. "What! Have you done her? No way!" His eyes opened wide in amazement. Peter was even more surprised than Matt that he should jump to this conclusion. Instantly he denied the charge. "No, we haven't. I'm only telling you what Joey told me." "You think she would be game to play the field a little?" asked Matt. "Wouldn't surprise me. She seems that type of slut," Peter bit off. "YES!" shouted Matt, clenching a victory fist. "Whoa, whoa there, slow down. I am not saying nothing about the Mink. Her and I don't even get along, to tell you the truth. She's Joey's friend, not mine." Matt wasn't even listening, had drifted off into his own twisted little world. "So what is she like? I bet she really juices up eh? Bet she's really tight too!" "Look, you can ask Joey if you've got the gall. I'm not going there," Peter cut in. He was getting more than a little annoyed with the subject, to hear Matt talking like he was a connoisseur, nay, a gourmand of vaginas. They both knew he was a virgin. "That lucky bastard," mused Matt. "Well he can have her, as long as she stays away from me," Peter grumbled. "What?!" protested Matt. "I would bang her in a second". "And then what?" "Well then I would bang her again!" "Yeah? And then?" By now Peter was dripping cynicism. "What do you mean - and then and then and then? I would bang her, bang, bang, BANG! As much as she can take! I bet she takes a lot!" Peter rolled his eyes. This conversation wasn't going anywhere. "You're so fixated on banging, maybe you should just try beating yourself off a little more," he suggested. "What!! I don't beat off!" Matt protested, indignant, shocked. Peter considered it funny. All this talk of banging the Mink was like little kids betting a million and then a hundred million pounds on something. The talk is all big like that until somebody offers to bet fifty pence for real. Then they back right off. The fifty pence is talking real money. Beating off is real money, something hitting much closer to home than all this bravado about banging. "Wank a little more and you won't feel so oversexed about the Mink," he suggested. Peter couldn't believe himself saying that, would never even have dared to talk like that if he hadn't heard Joey tell him much the same thing a few days back. Joey could be so open about things that it made life a whole lot simpler. "A wank's a wank and nothing wrong with a good wank, eh Peter?" Joey had said. Anyone else had said it to him and Peter would have blushed deep red but when Joey had said this all Peter felt was a flush of pride. It was man to man talk. Well, it was like talking with an older brother. Peter's old pal had nothing to say, just stared at him flabbergasted. Both boys had been wanking for months but it had never been the subject of everyday conversation. "So are we still on for that rock climbing on the long weekend?" Peter asked. Back on safer ground, Matt found his voice again. "Yes, let's do it!" he asserted, a little louder than he intended. ************************************* "You cannot be serious! First this Peter, and now his little playmate too! They're like what, twelve?" Over at the college Joey was also having lunch. He was with Vern. They were having a cafeteria special, an eggy-bread sandwich filled with mozzarella cheese. It was served with salad so it qualified as a healthy option. "They're not twelve. Anyway you saw Peter in action. Up that wall like a wee pro, he was. Now you tell me that he is not a game kid." "But if we end up running a fucking kindergarten ... Well, does that mean no sex, no booze, no swearing? Man, you're turning this Glencoe expedition into a Sunday School Picnic." Joey laughed. "Thus speaks the man who has never, ever, been on a Sunday School Picnic! Got into my first ever circle jerk on one of them. Thirteen." "Thirteen? Some unlucky circle jerk that!" "I mean I was thirteen, dumb-ass. Anyway, Peter swears like a trooper, wanks like a teenboy and ... well, to be honest I'm not sure about the beer. But we can take some Irn Bru for them." Vern bit into his sandwich. As he chewed he looked directly at Joey as if trying to read something in his friend's face. "It's really Peter you are set on, isn't it? What is it about this kid?" Joey shrugged extravagantly, an arms and shoulders shrug such as would have worked on the stage. He shook his head. "Vern, I don't know. I just took a shine to him. You know? Saw him in that queue at the fairground and he looked sort of ... like he was lost. No, that doesn't make sense, does it? Makes him sound a bit pathetic. Some shit just can't be explained. Like you and me that day months back. I came onto the cafeteria that dinner time, looked round. You looked up and I just headed over to your table. It was like we looked at each other and both knew right off that we would be friends. It's how life works." "Okay," Vern conceded. "I'll buy that. Just assure me of one thing, then. You are not intending to get into that kid's knickers." "What you take me for?" protested Joey. At the same time he reddened slightly, not enough for Vern to notice, but his face flushed all the same. It was not that Joey had such an intention, not consciously. The idea however did not appal him. ******************************** The Mink was applying her mascara. She leaned across the wash basin with a look of intense concentration on her face. She pulled down the lower lid and applied (possibly over-generously) as she strove for a smokey eye look. "What's up with Joey?" asked Manda as she took another drag on her cigarette. "Going to not do that?" "What? I'll flush it if some nosy cow comes in." "You're puffing smoke in my face, that's what." "So? Thought you was going for the smokey look anyhow." The Mink glanced sideways with a frown before starting on the other eye. "What did you mean about Joey, anyway?" "He just seems ... different. And where has this kid brother of his suddenly sprung from? Never knew he had a kid brother. I thought it was weird till you told me." "It is such an ass pain for us, me and Joey, having to drag this noxious piece of shit everywhere. Cramps our style, if you get me?" The Mink gave out with a dirty laugh. Manda sucked hard on the cigarette and snorted smoke from her nostrils as she joined in the merriment. "It's his mum," the Mink improvised. "Got herself a part time in Debenhams ..." The Mink paused here while she and Manda made faces like they were about to puke. Debenhams was not where they were likely to shop. "... so Joey got lumbered with the baby-minding duties. Total ass pain." "I'll bet," agreed Manda as she mashed the fag-end into the sink. "Right. Let's go, babe! Let's knock 'em dead." The girls left and headed for the college cafeteria. ************* He saw them on the corner where the road turned off to the cricket ground. Checking quickly in his mirror, Joey slowed his Kawasaki KLX and drew up alongside the boys. The pair of them stopped chatting and looked blankly at the goggled stranger. Joey removed his helmet and shoved the goggles up. "Hi." "Hell, it's you." "Yeah, it's me. Matt, my boy, Peter tells me you're coming to Glencoe with us." "It's alright then?" "Yeah but only if you pass the test." "Huh?" "Same test Peter passed, first gotta make it to the top at the Climb Zone. Are you ready?" 'Uh, I'm supposed to be heading home." "How about Thursday?" Peter interjected. They agreed to meet at the Climb Zone after school on Thursday. "And what are you up to now?" Joey asked Peter. "I'm off to the nets. Usually we both go to nets after school on Mondays but Matt's been summoned. His mum." "So? You want a lift then, Peter, my man?" "On that? You serious?" "Come on, it's just a kiddie toy this thing. A starter machine. You wait till I get my Harley!" "Yeah, but it's way cool." "Bung this on," said Joey, passing Peter a black helmet decorated with pouting pink lips. "And climb aboard. And hey! Hold on tight!" Peter clamped the helmet over his head and threw his leg over the bike. "See ya, mate." He tossed the parting greeting casually in Matt's direction as he took a firm hold round Joey's waist. Matt watched them zoom off, trying to stave off a rising jealousy. "I bet I know whose helmet that is," he muttered to himself. That thought didn't make him feel any better. The road up to the cricket ground was reasonably well maintained but when Joey manoeuvred onto the track that led round to the pavilion the bike began to bounce around a bit more. The effect was to jam Peter ever closer to Joey. Both boys noticed but neither said anything. Peter was aware that his crotch was slamming hard into Joey's backside; he couldn't help himself and began to stiffen up. For his part Joey tried to thrust back, so much did he enjoy the feeling. ********************************* "Have a bit of faith, Joey! It's just a cricket ball." "Yeah? And it's my balls I'm worried about. That thing must weigh a ton." "Four or five ounces actually," said Peter, reassuringly. "Aye, and what's that in real money?" They were standing at the edge of the nets. Peter had been batting inside the netted area while Ahmed, the trainer, tried him out with some fast deliveries. It all seemed a bit harmless when all you were doing was watching. The ball moved fast and when it connected with the willow it could smack hard against the net. But the net made Joey feel safe. Only a couple of times had the shout 'heads up!' gone out. On these occasions, Joey quickly realised, it was a warning that the ball was heading fast out of the open end, the end where there was no net cover, so that the bowler might make his deliveries. "That was good, Peter. Good progress," said Ahmed as he approached the two. "Thanks, Hammy. I thought I might practice my bowling now. On my friend Joey here if that's okay?" "Good idea. See if you get your spin better under control." Ahmed wandered off. "Don't worry. Just keep your eye on the ball and duck if I bounce it too high. Otherwise, you got a bat to defend yourself." "Defend myself? Just what you planning, squirt?" Peter grinned. "Trust me. Oh, and you better have this. Just in case." Peter reached into his pants and, bending his knees a little to allow for some movement, he pulled something from inside. "What is that!?" "It's a box. You know? Stick it down your pants to keep your goolies safe." "Eh? After where it's been?" joked Joey. He took the box from Peter. It felt warm. Staring at it, Joey could have sworn it smelt strongly of urine, Peter's piss, and he was equally sure that was pubic hair clinging to an inner edge. Just holding the thing made him feel excited. He did as he was told, however, and tugged at the waistline of his pants to slide the box into place. He flexed his knees before nodding appreciatively. "Now, remember. Go easy on me. We never did cricket at my school. I'm trusting you here." Joey tried hard to concentrate. In his head he tried to imagine newspaper photographs of batsmen at the crease so that he might at least adopt a plausible stance. When he did this however he found he got distracted by other pictures that just seemed to pop in there, out of nowhere. It was that damn box. He could feel it down there, cupping his balls; he kept thinking about the moments before when it had been doing service for Peter. Involuntarily Joey's cock responded to these thoughts, which was a bit unfortunate given that the box did not really allow for expansion. This apart, however, Joey enjoyed his short session in the nets. Maybe he would take up cricket, he thought, join the club here. ****************************** Joey took Peter back home after the session in nets. Unfortunately he took a route past the college and as it happened the Mink was standing at a bus stop nearby with her friend Manda. Joey didn't see them but they saw him alright. "Isn't that Joey?" The Mink stared. If she had been wearing a little less make-up the flame that seared across her face would have been noticeable. As it was she continued chewing nonchalantly on her gum. "Nah," she said. "That's a Honda." Manda, who wasn't too hot on cars and even less so on bikes, accepted this. Meanwhile however the Mink was raging within herself. "It's that fucking kid and he's wearing MY helmet. I am so going to have to sort him out." ************************* Thursday they were all back at the Sports Centre - not Vern, but Joey, Peter and Matt. Peter tried putting the gear on Matt. At first Joey stood back, laughing to himself, but then came over to the rescue, disentangling Matt from all the straps and buckles, then put him back in, quickly and efficiently. Again an attendant checked him over before Matt was allowed up the wall. Matt started out OK but then, as the spacings between handholds got further apart, he slowed down to a crawl. "Doing fine, just take your time," Joey encouraged him. Eventually Matt did make it to the top, heaving one big sigh once he got there. "OK, I did it, now get me down from here!" he shouted down to Joey. "No, you gotta CLIMB back down yourself, you can DO it!" Joey shot back. Matt rolled his eyes like some long-suffering martyr. "OK, let's get this over with," he grimaced. Slowly, methodically, he climbed down while Joey let out the rope, toehold by toehold. When he finally got back on the ground, his knees were shaking. "You still want to come to Glencoe?" Joey asked in a neutral voice. "What the... I made it, didn't I? All the way to the top! And back!" Matt spluttered. "It's not just about getting to the top, it's also about still WANTING to go after getting a taste of it" Joey explained. "I want to go," asserted Matt. "Good, then you passed," said Joey with a smile, clapping him on the back. ***************** Since Peter was there already, he wanted to have another practice run as well. Joey asked if he wanted to try the next level up and Peter answered affirmative without even blinking. Joey transferred the harness from Matt to Peter. Peter got half-way up the harder wall in no time, then slipped as he grabbed for a handhold to his far left. Joey had had to give him plenty of rope to reach there so there was easily half a meter of slack in the rope. That doesn't sound like much, but half a meter is big fall when it's a sudden drop. "Ouch!" shouted Peter, as the harness snapped up into his crotch. It was like getting kicked in the balls. His descent continued past the half meter, slowing to a stop another meter below, then slowly bouncing back up. Turned out the lanyard had some give in it, almost like a bungee cord. "You alright there buddy? Shall I ease you down?" asked Joey. "No, give me a minute," replied Peter, rubbing his crotch. Should have worn loose pants, he berated himself. And should have skipped my wank this morning, softens up the balls too much... This was not the time to muse about wanking. Peter's attention snapped back to the here and now, to the predicament he found himself in, dangling off a rope. He started to swing a bit, gently back and forth, until his right hand caught a handhold. Then he pulled himself back to the wall. When you fall of the horse, you gotta get back on at once, he reminded himself. Joey offered Peter a high five after he got back on the ground. "I slipped," admitted Peter. "That's good, better to have your first bounce here than in Glencoe. If you hadn't done it yourself, probably I would have pulled you off the wall, just to teach you." Peter just stared at Joey, incredulously. "Now you know exactly what you can expect from your equipment. Honestly, mate, it builds trust. O ye of little faith!" "You're sure walking funny," laughed Matt, as they walked back to the counter. "Maybe we should go back and pull YOU off the wall, to finish your lesson," grumbled Peter, fighting an urge to teach his buddy what it felt like with a well-aimed kick in the balls. "Careful," warned Peter as Joey loosened a buckle next to his crotch. "Sure you're OK there sport?" asked Joey with a genuine note of concern in his voice. "Har-dee-har-har," Peter answered, then regretted his sarcasm instantly seeing the hurt look in Joey's eyes. "Let's check it out," suggested Joey, motioning Peter over to the men's room. Once there Peter dropped his trousers and underpants to inspect the damage. Only after he had done so did he realize that even a week ago he would never have done this, exposed himself with such confidence. Matt stood there too, gawking at him. He had tagged along, uninvited. "What?" Peter asked seeing Matt staring at his privates. "What?" Matt returned dumbly. "No sign of bruising there now, but the last time I fell it didn't really show until the next day," commented Joey. "Just keep an eye on it." "Is that common? Falling, I mean." asked Matt. "Shit happens. It's been about a year since my last little slip," Joey answered with a shrug. *************** The plan had been for the three of them to take the bus back to Peter's house, where he would explain to his parents what a great experience rock climbing was, and could he please join them for the weekend. Joey would be there to assure the parents all would be safe. It had not been part of the plan for Peter to return with the tail between his legs, literally, limping from a crotch injury. Peter screwed up his courage. There was not to be a word about his fall, or his parents would be sure to freak out and he could kiss rock climbing goodbye. He put on his bravest face and proceeded right on with the original plan, extolling the joys of climbing. His parents were puzzled that Peter and his friend Matt had gone climbing without telling them about it first. "It kind of started like a dare," Matt improvised. "Except it wasn't scary at all". And Joey, he exuded that type of quiet confidence that parents love to see, the perfect role model of dignity and responsibility. Peter could see the effect Joey had on his parents and loved him all the more for it. The Glencoe weekend was a go. ************************ When Peter got out of bed the next morning he almost fell down. The pain had gotten worse instead of better. Lifting his nutsack out of the way, he saw an angry purple bruise just below to the right of it. Well at least his nuts seemed to be OK. Getting to school, nobody except for Matt noticed his funny gait, in the hall outside the gym. "You can stop limping now. I know you're faking it." "Why the hell would I wanna pretend to limp? There's a big bruise right between my legs!" "Don't be a crybaby, there's nothing wrong with you, I saw." Rather than whine or argue about it, Peter pulled Matt into the boy's dressing room. It was still five minutes before the bell and nobody was there. He turned on the lights, then lowered his pants and underwear. Then he sat down and leaned back, knees spread apart, displaying his bruise. "See?" he said, feeling vindicated. "What, your balls?" "Don't be a dickhead. UNDER my balls, you asshole" "Here?" Matt asked, lifting Peter's balls. "Hey, no touching the merchandise!" Peter protested. Matt, however gentle he was, did not let go. "When you got somebody by the balls you don't let go," he quipped. "What's that supposed to mean?" "That I got you by the balls!" Matt seemed to think it was hilarious. Peter meanwhile was rapidly sprouting a boner from all this physical attention. Matt followed Peter's eyes down to his rising dick, then retracted his hand like he had burned it in an open flame. "Oh, I didn't mean to ... " he said awkwardly, turning beet red. Peter almost had to laugh at Matt's reaction. Peter was the one exposed with the boner, HE should be the one feeling embarrassed. Strangely, he wasn't. He had gotten oddly confident in sexual matters, every since meeting Joey. If Joey could sport a boner without flinching, than so could Peter. And besides, he had been blessed with a very satisfying growth spurt in the last year, everywhere. "It's only a boner, it won't bite." "Yeah, sure, it's just I didn't mean to, uhm...." "To jack me off?" "Hell no, that's not what I was going to say!" "So you DID want to jack me off?" "No!!" spluttered Matt. Peter was feeling reckless, sitting there on the bench with a proud boner, watching Matt's discomfiture. For five years they had been best buddies. In all that time they had never seen each other's boner. What had they been scared of? Matt, for all his supposed shock, kept his eyes glued on Peter's cock. "How big is YOUR dick, when it's up?" "Uh, about that size, I guess..." The bell rang. The first lesson was Art.