Date: Mon, 25 Oct 2004 11:51:52 +0000
From: David Lundquist <davidi50@hotmail.com>
Subject: He's so cute, part 1 (Revised)

But He's so Cute!

By David Lundquist


Chapter 1

"Aw, Mom!" he tried. "Please!"

"No John. This you just have to do!"

"Please!" he tried again, a bit feebler now, as he recognized his mother's
no-nonsense-voice. This had already been decided, he clearly understood. But
he could not give up without a fight.

"But mom! I was to go hiking with my friends!"

"I'm sorry John. But have to do this. You can go hiking with your friends
another time."

"But mom..."

"Listen John: The Rein family are you mom and dad's best friends. When they
ask us a favor like this, we say yes! Besides, Peter's father is dad's
biggest client."

"Yes, I know, but... Why cannot Peter be home alone for the weekend? He's 14
and all. I was alone home when I was 14!"

"You know why John! After what Peter's been through he cannot stay alone a
whole weekend. You know what can happen if he gets one of his depressions."

Yes, John knew very well. He had been present shortly after David was killed
and had experiences one of David's depressions first hand.

"Beside, he is very cute, you know." David's mother smiled a funny smile to
him.

"What do you mean by that!" John blushed.

"Oh, nothing..." His mother smiled that funny smile again. "But you know, I'm
not all blind!"

John blushed furiously again. This was so embarrassing!

"But why me? John asked.

"Peter wants a boy more his own age to stay with him over the weekend, and
you're only three years older. And he is very cute!" That smile again.

"Ok then." John gave in. And he had to admit to himself, Peter was very cute
indeed!

"Then it's settled. I'll call Peter's mother and tell her you're coming
tomorrow to stay the weekend." His mother went to the phone in the hall.

John went up to his bedroom while he heard her talking on the phone: "Yes,
of course John is coming. He just told me he would love to." He went into
his room and closed the door to his mothers blabbering on the phone.

He threw himself on his bed, thinking about what his mother had said. What
did she mean? Of course Peter was cute, but so what? He thought a bit about
Peter. Yeah, both cute and handsome, but he was not a girl! But thinking
about Peter gave him the familiar sweet feeling in his crotch. He could feel
his dick starting to get hard. That was a feeling he knew and liked!
Listening carefully and hearing his mother still talking on the phone, he
opened his trousers and pushed them down on his thighs together with his
boxers. His dick was hard now, pointing towards his stomach. He took hold of
it and started to pull his foreskin up and down. Oh... That was sooo nice.
The sweet feelings flowed out in his body from the tip of his dick. He tried
to see before his eyes Carla, one of the girls in his class he fancied a
lot, but her face kept being replaced by Peter's. His hand was going fast
now, he had settled in his usual mode, up and down, up and down, fast and
slow, fast and slow. After just a few minutes he came with a grunt, and he
just managed to pull up his shirt before his cum spattered down on his
stomach and chest.

After catching his breath, he cleaned himself with the Kleenexes his mother
so wisely had placed on his nightstand, and dressed before going down to his
mother.

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At two o'clock the next day Peter's mother opened the door to their house
and let John in.

"Oh John, we're so grateful that you could do this for us. Peter's father
has not had a free weekend for months, and when we got invited to this trip,
we could not say no. You saved our day!"

John mumbled something about being happy to help and followed her into the
house. Peter's father was packing their car in the driveway.

"Peter! Oho!" Peter's mother's voice rang through the house. Shortly after
Peter came down the stairs. John could not help staring at him. He was if
possible even better-looking than the last time he met him. He was taller
and had clearly started on his way to be a handsome young man. But the cute
boy was still the predominant feature with him. His very dark hair was long,
cut in a page like cut, covering his ears and reaching almost down to his
thick dark eyebrows. He looked sad, and his eyes were bigger and darker than
he could ever remember them. He was dressed in a long-sleeved Gant shirt,
over a pair of faded tight fitting blue jeans. On his feet he had a pair of
brilliant white joggers.

"Hi, thanks for coming." He shook John's hand. His grip was warm and dry. He
bored his bottomless eyes into him. For a second John got almost dizzy by
looking into the dark sad pools in front of him.

"Ok, run along and say goodbye to dad, while John and I talk a bit." Peter's
mother shooed him along out of the front door.

"Here's our telephone number in case you need to talk to us." She said. "And
beside the phone in the hall you will find the phone number to his doctor.
You can call him day or night if you need to. But I'm sure there will be no
need." She hurried to add. "He's a lot better now."

John nodded and took the note with her phone number.

"I've filled the fridge with food that should last the weekend. You will
find soda and soft drinks there too." She smiled. "And a couple of beers for
you too, but don't tell anybody!" she whispered to him and winked her eye at
him.

"You can order pizza for dinner if you want, and here's some money to pay
with." She showed a wad of bills in his hand.

"Sure, thanks, yeah." John's conversation abilities were well known.

"I've made up a bed for you in the guest room beside Peter's room. You'll
find towels on the bed." She lowered her head and whispered to him: "That
was David's room, you know."

John nodded.

"And John, thank you so very much again." She brightened up again. "You
don't know how much you help us and Peter with this." She gave him a quick
hug and a kiss on his cheek and ran out of the door.

Peter's father came in the door. "Thank you very much John. I'm forever in
dept to you!" He found some bills in his pocket and gave to John. "Here,
here's some money to have fun with. Take care!"

John mumbled some thanks, and John's father was out of the door before he
finished his sentence. John followed him out in the driveway. Peter was
there hugging his mother. Reluctantly he let her go for only to be drowned
in his dad's arms.

John found it a bit embarrassing to watch this intense family scene, and
went inside.

He could hear their car backing out of the driveway and driving away. A
couple of minutes later Peter came inside. His cheeks were wet. He went up
to his room, and John thought he could hear some deep sobs from upstairs
before it was all quiet in the house.

Peter came down after some time. John suggested bowling, which he knew Peter
loved.

They spent the whole day in the bowling hall, and came home at 7, buying a
take-away pizza on the way home. Peter had loosened up while in the bowling
hall, and they had a nice dinner together. John drank a couple of beers he
found in the fridge, and Peter looked at him with big eyes when John told
him that his mother had bought them for him. So much for not telling!

They spent the rest of the evening in front of the television watching
movies John had brought with him. At half past ten Peter said he was tired
and would go to bed. They said goodnight, and Peter went up the stairs.

John could hear him walking to the bathroom before he closed the door to his
bedroom. John watched the television for half an hour, before deciding that
he could as well go to bed too. He went up the stairs. Passing Peter's door
he thought he could hear sobbing from inside. He knocked carefully on the
door, "Are you all right?" he tried.

There were no answer from Peter's room, and John let it be with that. Soon
he was in his bed, dressed in his night t-shirt and boxers. He thought about
reading a bit, but he was tired. He turned off the light, and soon he was
sleeping.

He woke up some time later, not knowing the time, except that it must be in
the middle of the night as it was pitch dark outside. Somebody was in his
room, that was what had wakened him. In the soft light seeping in from the
moon outside he could make out Peter standing in the middle of the room. He
was naked but for a white brief.

"Peter, what it is?" he whispered.

Peter was silent, but came closer to the bed. His breathing was ragged.

"What is it?" John insisted. "Can I help you?"

"This is David's room!" Peter answered in a tear filled voice.

"Yes, I know, do you want me to sleep in another room?" John rose from the
bed.

"No!" it came hard and quick from Peter. "No!"

"Then what is it then?"

"I ... I cannot sleep."

"No?" John could feel that this was not all of it.

"Can I ... can I sleep in your bed?" Peter looked at the carpet.

"Sure, not problem! Come in!" He lifted his blanket. It was a big bed with a
big blanket, lots of room for two people.

Peter wiped away a tear, and crept up in the bed. But instead of staying on
his side of the bed, he crawled in under the blanket till he was in the
middle of the bed. There he turned over on his back and sighed. John could
feel the heat from his body under the blanket.

No words were spoken. Peter let out a big sigh, before turning over on his
side so he was facing John.

"Thanks for coming John. I'm so happy that you would." Peter's hand crossed
the space between them. Peter placed his hand on John's shoulder. It lay
still there for a minute, and then Peter started to pull John towards
himself. Stronger and stronger Peter pulled. John did not know what to do,
if he was to give in and let Peter draw them together or not. He was very
confused, but he could sense that this was important, that this was
something Peter needed. He relaxed and let himself be pulled all the way,
till they lay close together. Peter took hold of John with both arms and
started to hug him hard. He buried his head in the hollow of John's
shoulder.

Slowly Peter started to cry. It was a slow, deep, and sore cry. It grew in
intensity. Peter was clinging to him. His body was soon wrecked by his deep
sobs. John did at first not know what to do with his hands, but then did the
obvious; He embraced Peter and hugged him back. Peter's crying grew in
intensity first, but slowly it ebbed. After a couple of minutes Peter was
silent, breathing hard and pressing a very wet face in John's shoulder. John
got the feeling that a dam had broken and lessened a pressure inside Peter.

"Do you miss him?" John asked him.

Peter took his time, but after his breathing had slowed down, he whispered
"I miss him so very much, so very much!" he sobbed a bit again, but the
worst was clearly over.

Peter still clinging to him. John could feel the heat from his body against
his. He could feel something else too: Something hard pocking the lower part
of his stomach. Realizing what it had to be, he showed his lower body away
from Peter.

"No! Don't!" Peter hissed in his ear and drew him back, and started to grind
his hard dick into John's stomach.

John was very confused. This was wrong, was it not? But exciting too, and he
felt the familiar sweet feeling in his groin again. His dick started to fill
with blood. Peter held fast around him and kept on pressing his dick against
John. His breath was harder and started to get ragged.

Suddenly Peter let go of John. He took hold of John's t-shirt and showed it
up over John's upper body. "Take it off!" he whispered.

John did not know what to do now, except doing as Peter said. He sat up in
the bed and took off his t-shirt. Peter showed him back on the bed and laid
down upon him. He buried his head between John's head and shoulder, grinded
his crotch and hard dick into John. His breath became more and more ragged,
interlaced with sobs. John's caressed his back with his hands. Peter's soft
skin was hot and wet with perspiration. John could feel the muscles under
the skin working hard and tense. He let his hand glide down to Peters butt,
hard and working under the thin cotton. He did not know why, but he let his
hands glide under the elastic band on top and over the hot buns under the
cotton. Peter grunted and whispered "Yes!"

Suddenly Peter rose up and wiped off his briefs before tugging at John's
boxer. John lifted his behind from the bed, and Peter pulled off him. He got
a glimpse of Peter's hard dick before he laid down on him again, this time
grinding naked dick against naked dick.

Peter's movements steadily became harder and wilder. His breath was ragged
and broken all the time now by hard sobs. John felt Peter's hard dick glide
back and forth between their two wet bodies, beside his own.

Suddenly he could feel Peter's body tensed even more. He lifted his upper
body up from him, but grounded his groin harder against John. His sobs were
now replaced with harsh and loud "NO, NO, NO!" before he pressed his hard
dick a last time into him, harder than before.

He could feel Peter's dick emitting string after string with cum while Peter
cried hard and load "DAVID!"  With a few sobs he collapsed on top of John,
sobbing slowly. John held round him, stroking his hair, whispering in his
ear that everything was ok. At last Peter turned his head around to face him
and whispered back that nothing was ok, before curling up inside John's
arms. He sighed a long and deep sigh before his body relaxed. His breathing
soon was deep and soft, and John suddenly realized that Peter had fallen
asleep in his arms. He lay still for some minutes, before he started to
extradite himself from Peter. Peter moved in his sleep and whispered "No
John!" before going on sleeping. John took hold of the blanked and pulled it
over both of them, after first drying Peter's cum from his stomach with his
t-shirt. He crept close to Peter under the blanket. After a few minutes they
were both sleeping.

He woke up on his back. It was still night. Peter sat beside him on the bed,
tracing John's pectoral muscles with the tip of his finger. The blanket was
nowhere to be seen. They were still both naked.

"You're nice, you know that?" Peter smiled to him. The urgency long gone
from his voice.

John did not know what to say, and just "mmm"ed back.

"You're nipples are cute." Peter seemed to state a fact. They hardened under
Peter's probing finger.

Peter laid his head on John's breast. His hair was tickling John in the
nose.

"You smell like David." The mentioning of the name did not provoke any sobs
this time.

They both thought about the implication of what Peter just had said.

"Have you been together with boys before?" Peter asked him.

"No, not really." John answered. "Not except playing together in the early
teens."

"It's nice you know."

"Yeah, I can understand that." John answered. "Did you love David?" he
asked, at the same time understanding how unnecessary that question was.

"Yes, very much." Peter whispered back. His probing finger had now reached
John's soft dick. "It's nice, like David's. But you're not cut." Peter took
hold of the dick and pulled the foreskin down. The blood flowed back to
John's dick, and it grew hard and stiff in Peter's warm hand.

"Mmmm! Nice and big!" Peter pulled his foreskin up and down a couple of
times. John sighed.

"It's not fair, you did not cum, right?" Peter asked.

"No."

"Do you want to?"

"Yes!"

Peter lowered his head over John's dick and took the head in his mouth. He
started to suck on it, while letting his tongue gliding back and forth over
it. The sweet feelings flowed out in John's body.

"Careful, or I will cum in you mouth!" he whispered to Peter.

Peter made as he had not heard him, and went on sucking him harder. John was
so excited now, the whole situation with a naked 14 year old very beautiful
boy sucking his hard dick, made it impossible for him to hold back. With a
flash it hit him, his dick squirting rope after rope of cum deep into
Peter's mouth. Peter swallowed it as fast as it came, going on sucking him
till he had to show Peter's head of the now very sensitive dick.

"Oh boy!" that was something. John exclaimed and laid back on the bed. Peter
laid close up against him on his back, taking hold of his hand and placing
it on top of his hard dick. "Do me!" he whispered.

John rose up on his elbow, to better watch Peter while he masturbated him.
His body was nice. His skin soft as silk, totally without any hair he could
see for feel, except a small path of  dark curly hair over his had dick. His
muscles were soft and boy-like, but a beginning six pack were clearly
defined under the skin covering his stomach. His dick was dry and hard, not
so very long, but with a broad shiny head, shaped like a helmet. A small
drop of precum glided slowly down from the top. It was like he held a
Popsicle in his hand, red and inviting. He had never done it and had never
thought he would ever do it, but without hesitating he bowed down over
Peter's crotch and took his dick in his mouth. It was a strange feeling, it
was so soft on the outside, but very close down it was very hard. It tasted
faintly salty, and a bit like what Peter smelled like. He started to suck,
and Peter showed his head down on himself. "Yes! Yes!" he could hear him
whisper.

He took Peter's warm and dry ball sack in his hand and caressed the two
stones he could feel inside, while sucking harder on him. Peter sighed and
started to fuck his face, making his dick glide forcefully back and forth in
John's mouth. They went on with this for a couple of minutes. John's jaw
muscles had started to ache when Peter suddenly cried out and tensed up.
John could feel his dick convulsing before shooting out something salt and
slippery into his mouth. Johns swallowed it fast before Peter showed his
head off him.

John lay back on the bed beside Peter and pulled the blanked over them.
Peter nestled his head in at John's shoulder and let go a long and shaky
sigh.

"You know, that was my first cum since David was killed." He whispered. "I
needed that so much! Thank you, thank you!" He sobbed a bit before relaxing
again.

"I think I love you." he suddenly said after a couple of silent minutes.
John understood that this was fast becoming a lot more complicated than he
could dream of.


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Ok folks. This is as far as I got today. I would love to get comments from
you all!

David