Date: Fri, 27 Oct 2017 19:15:41 -0700 From: Ian Bridger Subject: London Calling Chapter 4 Readers Warning; The following story contains elements of sexual content and contact between young boys around the age of twelve. If the subject matter offends you, or is not to your taste, or if you are closed mined to such things, or if you are a minor under the age of eighteen; then you should probably not read any further. Thanks, and enjoy. Story Written and Posted by About A Boy "Young boys should never be sent to bed. Because they always wake up a day older." ( Quote from Finding Neverland ) Authors note: In writing, it is often times difficult to convey an accent, or certain colloquialisms. Accordingly, I have taken certain liberties with spelling and grammar, to convey a bit of British flavour to the story. Please allow me this, and go with the flow. Thanks for reading, and please enjoy... London Calling Chapter 4 **With Shay's father having relapsed into drinking again, Shay opted to go to his friend Asher's house once again to spend the night. Feeling quite upset, he needed comfort and friendship. This opened the door to their mutual needs. *You may wish to reread chapter three as a refresher before reading this chapter. Chapter Four Locked in one another's gangly embrace, the boys stumbled backwards into the room, falling back on Ash's soft bed. They barely broke stride as they rolled onto the mattress still very much clinging to one another. Shay's head was swimming now with new, and overwhelming arousal. to this point in his young life he'd only known the joyful exhilaration of masturbation, and the elation of orgasmic release. But right from the start this was different. It wasn't just his vibrant imagination and fantasy of a young boy; this was real physical contact. Stimulating, tactile contact with another warm blooded human being. And that human being was...another boy... For the most part, Shay's fantasies had been relatively non-descript to this point in his life. Idle flashes of sexual contact, perhaps with a girl, perhaps not... Faint glimpses of dreamed up imagery that usually shifted at some point and became more about the feel of his own hand as he pleasured himself, rather than imagery of one specific person. But now... This was indeed very different. Now the human contact was very real, and the imagery was replaced with reality for the first time in his life. And this time it was with someone with whom he was quite familiar. His best mate, Asher. The boys rolled, and lay upon their sides about a foot apart and facing each other. They looked at one another and smiled timidly, almost awkwardly this time. Asher reached out his hand and rested it gently on the other boy's soft warm shoulder, his thumb idly stroking the smooth satiny skin there. He smiled briefly, and then leaning forward timidly he gently kissed Shay, ever so softly on the lips. He drew back then to look into his eyes and smile once again. Shay returned that timid smile, gently running the palm of his trembling hand up Ash's arm, and then back down to his elbow. This time it was Shay who bridged the slight gap between them to offer the timid, almost bashful return kiss to Ash's warm lips. It was brief, yet it lingered there ever so erotically for a moment. As if testing for permission, or, perhaps asking for it. They both smiled again, their eyes looking searchingly at one another. Was this even the right thing for both of them to be doing? Ash, of course, had already declared himself to be gay, but Shay had never actually even put the question to himself before. But now, as he thought about it, the thought of being intimate with another boy didn't seem to bother him in the least. He'd always had feelings for his friend. But until now he had never really equated them with a sexual attraction before. A slight boy crush with one's best friend perhaps, brought on by the years of trust and an easy friendship. But the contact between them now was warm, and alive. It was comforting, and, and it felt very right to the twelve-year-old. His palm slid down from Ash's arm and onto the smooth skin of his side. He softly stroked the other boy's lean torso. A surge of electrical excitement coursed though him. Fuck, this felt so...so good. Asher continued to smile placidly back at him. His friends gentle caresses proved to be very stimulating, and he quickly became unashamedly aroused. His youthful boylike penis swelled quickly to its four and a half inch riged length. Shay couldn't help but to glance down at it and shiver suddenly with excitement, as his own youthful shaft filled out in rapid response. He looked back up at Ash, whose eyes seemed to sparkle invitingly. and the boys kissed once again, a bit more purposefully this time. Ash's lips parted slightly and seemed to form wetly over Shay's. All of this felt so nice, so overwhelmingly nice that Shay's head was swimming as if in a daze. He parted his own lips instinctively, engaging Ash, and they slid themselves even closer together on the bed. Asher's hand drifted downward now, his palm gliding softly over the rounded cure of his best friend's hip; his fingers tracing every finite detail. The smooth skin there was supple and invitingly warm, causing Ash to smile again as his own fantasies seemed to be coming to life. "Oh geeze Ash..." Shay half sighed, drawing his head back slightly. "This...this feels so amazing." A delighted smile touched the corners of Asher's lips and he quickly shared it with Shay by leaning in and heavily kissing the other boy again. With his eyes still agleam, Asher shifted his hand now, moving it between them till his fingers gently touched, then wrapped softly around Shay's erect boyhood. "Uhhhh..." Shay started and jerked slightly at the sudden contact. This was the first time in his twelve plus years that anyone had ever touched his penis. Actually holding it. His eyes flew open for a second, then closed again as a euphoric wave of pleasure rolled through him. "Ohh..." he gasped, almost joyfully. "Ohhhh god..." He shivered with pleasure as his penis jolted, held almost lovingly in Asher's soft warm fingers. Shay lowered his head into the cusp of Ash's neck; his warm excited breath bathing the other boys bare chest. Asher squeezed his penis once again with gentle, almost expository fingers. This was Ash's first time as well, actually touching another boy sexually. He had fantasized about this moment for ages. Being young, and gay, he had many times longed to touch another boy's most intimate appendage. The feel of someone else's warm tubular flesh had been one of his most frequent, and finest fantasies. And now that it was playing out, and that it should be with his best friend Shay; well, that was simply the creamy icing on the cake... He pulled lightly on Shay's rigid member again, enjoying the feel of the warm, lambskin soft flesh as it rolled in his palm. "Ohhhh...." Shay muttered again in response. His mouth sagging open slightly now, his eyes three quarters closed in pure joy as his body shuddered with the tickle of sexual arousal. "Ohh...gawd Ash..." he breathed heavily. Catching his breath finally, Shay instinctively ran his own hand down Ash's side, turning it inward between them. His fingers strayed across the fluff that was Asher's boyishly small patch of fuzzy pubes. It was exciting, this erotic feeling of soft, silky pubescent down. "Mmm..." It was Ash who hummed contentedly this time, as Shay continued his gentle fingerings, and then, drawn by the pure lure of it, he moved his fingers downward till he touched erect boy flesh... He shivered, as did Asher. Both boys were becoming lost in this moment of pure budding sexual adolescence and arousal. Ash rolled himself into his friend, settling himself partially on top of the other boy. He kissed Shay again, his lips drifting down now onto the soft skin of the other boy's neck, where he hovered with featherlike lightness, brushing his lips timidly over the silky soft boy skin. "Ohh geeze," he moaned, as Shay arched his head backward into the pillow, stimulated by the warm tickle of his best mate's breath; and desperately wanting more. Asher shifted his hips then, grinding them forward slowly and rhythmically into Shay's frame. "Uhhhh..." They both moaned in primal unison. Every sensation was a new one, every twitch, every tingle was better and more intense than the last. Ash humped into him several more times, grinding their swollen boy prongs together. The boys rolled again with Shay deliberately settling himself on top this time. He drew one leg out to the side and hugging his naked frame tightly to Ash's. It was wonderful, this feeling of pure physical contact that sprawled willingly beneath him.. His penis twitched again as it rubbed against Ash's inner thigh, and he scrunched his eyes closed tightly, straining to stave off what felt like an immediate orgasm. So aroused was he, that any moment could be his last. "Uhhnnnch..." he resisted the primal pulse between his legs, drawing his hips back for a moment to avoid further contact. The boys looked at one another for a long moment, their eyes still bright with the fire and excitement of newfound sexuality, and Ash reached back suddenly and cupped around Shay's feft buttock, pulling him inward till their youthful knobs ground together once again. "Oh shit Ash..." Shay groaned again as his insides roiled with fresh arousal. His youthful inexperience did him in. Ash humped into him again, and his boylike resistance was gone. His penis lurched, and his body suddenly seized up as if electrified. He shuddered as everything in his body went taut, and his orgasm wrapped its tendrils around and through him, sending him blissfully plunging over the edge. His penis strained, swelled numbly and erupted, sending multiple spurts of succulent boy seed into a gooey mess between the two boys. It felt as if it were draining him of all his bodily fluids... "Unnnnnnch...Unnn....Unnnch...." Shay gritted and shuddered with agonizingly joyful pulses of pure pleasure. Ash could feel Shay's spasm-like contractions, and he could feel the pot wet pool melting between them. He squeezed his own eyes shut then, and wrapped his arms tightly around Shah's naked body, as if wanting to absorb all to this discharged sexual energy. Ash kept his hips in motion, and their combined excitement was simply too much for the thirteen-year-old to resist. He threw his head back, mouth agape as his own penis continued to slide across the warm gooey flesh between them. Lubricated now by sweat, precum, and Shay's already expended boy juice, his youthfully naked body seized and his loins went blissfully numb with intensity as he came in creamy streams... He came aplenty, with forceful spurts that filled the cavity between them. Asher was sexually hyped as never before, and his erect boy tong continued to lurch and strain to expel even more seed, though by now he was painfully empty, and only his grunting moans spilled into the room. "Uhhhuuu...uhhhh...uhhh....." Almost mercifully the contraction ended, and his naked heaving body went limp with Shay still draped stop him. Long moments passed. Minutes. An eternity. And finally Shay rolled off to one side, lying on his back alongside his best mate, eyes closed, body flush with expended excitement. For another long moment there was only the sound of their breathing in the room, as both boys recovered their senses and gathered their equally drained emotions. Tears of joy, relief, and perhaps even some doubt welled in Asher's eyes as he lay there in the glorious aftermath. He'd known in his heart that he must be gay for well over a year and a half now. Then only a few months ago he had finally told his parents, and then Nathan and Shay. But at thirteen, knowing that you are gay, and actually doing anything about it are two entirely different things. He'd fantasized in the safety of his own thoughts for a long, long time. Ever hoping, wishing, and wondering if and when his sexual urges would ever find an outlet. And now that it had happened, even if only to this extent, a monumental weight had been lifted off of his young shoulders. This first time foray into the real sexual world had been amazingly satisfying, and had confirmed his beliefs about his own sexuality, finally leaving no uncertainty in his mind. The only doubts that remained, were about his best friend Shay. He truly loved his friend, as a friend, and yes he had been sexually attracted to him as well, but... But now he hoped that he hadn't unwittingly taken advantage of his friend's vulnerability. Shay was likely starving for affection, with the loss of his mum, and the virtual estrangement from his father. Surely Shay was lonely, and in great need of loving companionship. But Ash never wanted, nor intended to take advantage of that need. He turned his head to look as Shay, then reached out tenderly and gently squeezed Shay's hand. The other boy opened his eyes then, and turned his head to look at Ash. "Shay I... Are you alright? I mean, I...I never meant for this to happen like this..." Asher offered apologetically. Shay rolled onto his side facing Ash and propped his head up on his arm. He gazed back as Ash curiously, then smiled tenderly at his best mate. "Ash... I know what you're thinking mate. And don't. I wanted to do this, honestly I did." Shay declared softly. "And yeah, maybe I even needed it somewhat as well, but..." "But you're not gay." Asher said. "I...I put you in an uncomfortable situation and...and I'm sorry." "I'm not sorry." Shay announced quickly with another smile. "Not in the least. "I'm nearly thirteen as well, and... And I don't honestly know if I'm gay or not. I mean, I really don't know for sure. I've had some very curious feelings and thoughts these past number of months, and I'm trying to sort them out; just like you did last year, you know?!" "But," Asher started to say, but Shay stopped him by leaning across and kissing him lovingly on the mouth. Ash smiled and kissed him back, and when they pulled back, they looked at each other in silence for a moment. "Fuck..." Shay said. Even if it turns out that I'm not gay, well, you know I'd do anything for you. You're me best mate. Always have been, always will be. I like, totally enjoyed every second of what we just did, and... Well, later on I'd like to explore it even further with you. I mean, if you want to. If you're willing to do it with me? Okay?" Ash looked at him, smiled and shook his head almost incredulously. "Of course I will..." he replied. "Duh...." Both feeling totally relieved now, the boys lay quietly together, snuggled up thoughtfully against one another for several minutes. Eventually they slipped off the bed, their youthfully flat stomachs still a mess with the glistening sheen of freshly churned boy butter, which clung to them like clear sticky syrup; a playfully wonderful reminder of each boys first ever real life exploration into their sexuality. Still naked, the pair of them padded quickly across the hall into the bathroom, where they each glanced with some humor into the mirror above the vanity. They smiled somewhat impishly at their messy and disheveled reflections. Looking at one another again they grinned sheepishly, and Ash reached out and swiped a fingertip through the sticky slim on Shay's stomach. He examined it for a moment, then held his finger out near Shay's mouth. "I dare ya..." he joked boyishly. Shay flashed a quick grin as he peered at the pearlescent goo clinging to his fingertip. He glanced at Asher again, smiled wickedly, and without comment he leaned forward and suckled the sticky mess from his friend's finger. Ash's eyes opened widely in pure unexpected surprise. "No way mate..." he said, almost in disbelief. "Mmm, not bad. Not bad at all." Shay declared boldly, licking his lips teasingly. He reached out and traced his own fingertip across Ash's tummy, gathering more of their combined boy lacquer. "Come on then, give us a lick..." he grinned. Asher looked at him and laughed, then happily complied, curiously sampling the sticky boy sauce. Shortly after that the boys hopped into the shower together, something they had done innocently a hundred times in the past; but this time they shared the space tenderly, almost playfully helping to wash one another and enjoy the pure wonder of this newly found physical contact between them. Of course both boys started to become aroused again in the process, and in the end the two the them touched and hugged one another for several long minutes beneath the flow of warm water; each of them savoring the comfort of human companionship and the unfettered bonds of their boyhood friendship. When they had finished up and dried off, then gotten themselves dressed again, the two lads went downstairs and sat cozily alongside one another on the sofa watching a bit of telly. An hour or so passed and finally Ash's parents rolled into the drive and came into the house through the back door to the kitchen. "Oh..." Ash's mum remarked casually. "Didn't know you'd come by luv." She smiled warmly as she glanced at Shay. The boy smiled and shrugged back. "Didn't know I was going ta come over me'self." he replied. "My...me dad kinda' went off again." he offered apologetically in explanation. "Oh son... I'm so sorry." Mrs. Weatherby offered. She sat on the sofa alongside him and offered up a hug which Shay gratefully accepted. "Yeah, he just... You know, slipped up. Had a few pints and such. I just didn't wanna' deal with it you know, so I kinda' came over here." Shay explained further. "Sorry..." "Oh pish posh, no need to be sorry son. You always have a place here with us. Hopefully Asher was able to make you feel a little better." She offered. Shay looked sideways at his friend and smiled impishly at him. "Yeah... Yeah, he helped me quite a lot actually." He answered, as he winked secretly at Asher, who suddenly blushed a bit, and had to stifle a giggle in spite of himself. "Well, it's a bit late." Mr. Weatherby spoke up for the first time, as he stood in the doorway. "You two should head on up to bed then. But..." he looked at Shay. "We really need to sort this out with your dad once and for all. I know he's been trying, but... I think he may need some help to get himself sober, and to get over his loss. You know?" he nodded knowingly at Shay. "Maybe, I guess." Shay nodded solemnly. "Dad knew he'd slipped up this time though, so... Maybe one more chance to do it on his own?!" Shay said pleadingly. Mr. Weatherby smiled sadly; with an adults perspective, he knew better. "Off to bed then lads." He declared, and as the boys hopped up off the couch he gave his son a quick hug, then gave Shay one as well. "It'll work out kidda..." he offered softly. The boys hurried back upstairs and got ready for bed. Shay always left a toothbrush here, since he spent the night so often. He cleaned his teeth, and after taking a quick squirt he joined Asher in his bedroom. The older boy was already under the bedcovers, and he looked up and smiled casually at his friend as he entered. "Come on then..." he offered, lifting up the covers. Shay crawled into the bed and settled himself under the sheets, then rolled onto his side and looked peacefully at Asher. A quiet smile spread across his lips. "I never really thanked you for...for always being here for me, did I?" Shay whispered sincerely. "Yer me best mate... Where else would I be?!" Ash declared, playing it off quite matter- of-factly. Shay's tender smile returned. "You know wha' I mean." he persisted. "Course I do." Ash smiled softly. "But ya don't hav' ta thank a friend for bein' a friend. Besides, you've been there for me just as often." Shay smiled back at him. "Ya but... That's cause yer a poof. You need a big strong lad like me to protect you." "Oh shu' up..." Asher giggled, as he smacked his friend playfully on the shoulder. They both giggled and nodded at one another. "Oye, roll over then." Ash urged gently. Shay rolled onto his other side, and he smiled as Asher spooned up closely against his back and put an arm over him, snugging them warmly together. And that's how the two boys fell asleep. Spooned comfortably together in an unembarrassed display of affection for one another. There was no awkwardness as they snuggled comfortably like little tykes. There was nothing sexual about this; simply an act of true and loving friendship, as innocent as the boys themselves. The following mornin after a hearty breakfast, Shay made the decision to head back home. He needed to check on his father; and despite Ash's offer to go with him, he went home alone. the boy walked down the block, his pace tempered by his deepened thoughts. He glanced up at the summer sky, heard the song of several chirping birds from the trees fronting the corner gardens, and he wondered why life had to be so damn complicated. A twelve-year-old boy shouldn't have to be bothered or weighed down by such things. Skinned knees, kickball teams, and what kinds of sweets to eat should be the only worries of a boy his age. It wasn't fair that a young lad should have to face such adult complications. It just wasn't fair. Shay continued on, eventually turning the corner onto Burnaby Road. His pace was slow, and the fingers of his outstretched hand clunked rhythmically against the spokes of the black ornamental iron fences that fronted the row houses as he walked along. He reached number 16 and he stopped, looking up somberly at the all too familiar panel of the heavy wooden and glass door. Shay's shoulders dipped noticeably. Slowly he took in a deep resigned breath, letting it out in one long sigh as he started upward. One by one he mounted the stone steps till he reached the stoop. Trembling fingers touched the cold metal door handle, and he paused for a long moment, a multitude of thoughts racing through his young mind. With final resolve, he turned the handle and slowly opened the heavy door. The boy stepped softly across the threshold into the darkened entry. His eyes slowly adjusted to the dimly lit entryway. It was quiet. The only sound was the far away tick, tock, tick of the old mantle clock in the living room. Shay stood listening for a moment. "Dad?" he called out softly, almost hoping there was no answer... End Of Chapter Four Comments are always welcome at; ians.daydream@gmail.com Hope you are enjoying this coming of age tale. It is a Boy's duty, to explore, experiment, and enjoy with curious wonder, this precious time of adolescent change. Where every experience is new, and nothing is off the table. Enjoy it boys.... Also, stay tuned for more new stories from About A Boy I really appreciate your reading my stories, and offering up your comments... I truly hope that you continue to enjoy them, and just maybe, find something of your own similar boyhood memories mixed into it as well... Childhood was a wonderfully innocent time, wasn't it..........