Date: Mon, 19 Jun 2006 04:29:41 +1000 From: Richard Hadfield Subject: Mick and Friends - 10 Well it's into the double figures for the chapter count. Is anybody out there still reading though? I ask myself. Or am I just wasting my time? If you are still reading this story, please write to me at the address below and let me know if you are still enjoying it. Some of us authors, at least, need the encouragement to keep on going, so please write! I have kind of hit a plateau in enthusiasm and so the next few chapters are likely to be a bit far apart in finding their way onto the nifty archive -- please bear with me. rick@boistories.com Cheers Rick Chapter 9 ended: She looked up as I walked in the room and smiled when she saw that I was naked. "Goodnight mom," I said from a bit of a distance and was about to turn around and go off to my room when mom stopped me. "Come over here and give me a hug, please." "Aw, mom, I'm naked." "I can clearly see that, but I want to just give you a hug good night. If you are going to go naked, you won't be able to keep it at a distance all the time." I wasn't left with much choice and so I walked over to her and bending down gave her a hug. It sure did feel kind of weird to be hugging your mother when you had no clothes on. I was going to have to rethink this a bit, or else get used to the idea. Chapter 10 Wednesday dawned bright and fair. I carried out my usual ablutions and headed downstairs for breakfast. I was now regretting having shaved as the hair growing back was very prickly and left me in quite some discomfort. I hoped it would soon be long enough to loose its prickliness. At school the rumours were still flying and changing to suit the mood of the person offering them, and Kevin and I were remaining quiet on the subject. In fact we began to find some amusement in how they were changing and in knowing that when the truth did finally come out, there would be a number of people with mud on their faces -- shame. I also found that the whispers and looks were not bothering me so much and this helped Kevin to cope with them easier. I was going to miss Kevin when I left the school. How ironic that is; the person whom I thought was least likely to be a friend was now my only friend at the school. I only had two friends in total and I was going to loose both of them at the same time. The thought of this made me more despondent than all the rumours, mocking and poor treatment I was getting over Angela's gang attack. That night when I got home from school, I phoned Brandon to catch up with him and told him about what had happened to me and how Kevin and I had become friends. I had always been honest with Brandon and so told him all about what Kevin and I had done. I certainly did not want him to find out from someone else and I couldn't keep it secret from him, that just wasn't me. I also told him about going around the house nude and how mom had encouraged it. Brandon enjoyed the part when I told him how mom had commented on being shaved, but he was a bit cold after I told him about Kevin and me. However he warmed up a bit when I told him my next plan which was for the three of us to get together some time, and asked him to try and think of a plan to engineer it. Brandon had made a mention of trying out a threesome and this is what had given me the plan. Also I was pretty sure Brandon and Kevin would get on and I hoped they could become friends when I was gone and so still have something special. We ended the call with telling each other how we had missed one another and how we were looking forward to the next week when I would be staying with Brandon. Thursday at school was much the same as Wednesday and Angela still had not made an appearance. I thought that she would not be seen at the school again. Kevin and I managed to get off alone for a bit at lunch time, but did not have enough time to do anything more than give each other a bit of a grope and a kiss. But as we walked around between classes we did get some more time to talk and I told him about wanting him to meet Brandon, but I was not sure how we could arrange it. Kevin asked me where Brandon lived and when I told him he got pretty excited. "You goof, that's only two roads down from where I live. We could walk it in less than five minutes." "Really?" I hadn't realised it as I had only been to Kevin's house the once and it was under somewhat traumatic circumstances and in the dark so I had not been taking much in. "Yes really! Would I lie to you?" Kevin was not really annoyed he was just teasing. I then told him that I would be spending the next week with Brandon and explained the arrangements we had made. "Shit! I wish you had made those arrangements with me. I want to suck your cock again." "We might be able to work something out now that I will be staying so close to you." We talked some more working through a few scenarios as we moved between classes, but went home without any real plans formulated. Friday saw a bit of a change. A couple of the other girls from the gang were missing and rumours were flying around that they had been arrested. One of the other boys from our class who lives next door to one of them said he saw the police arrive and a while later the girl was led out to a police car by a police woman and the mother followed but was obviously very upset and then after the police had left the father got into their own car and took off. Presumably to the police station. Halfway through the morning, Kevin and I were summoned to the Head's office again. Once the two of us were alone in the with the head he told us, "Mick, I have just finished telling your mother, the police have been questioning some of the girls involved in this incident and although the forensic and DNA tests results were not yet finished, they had managed to get enough of the truth through their various confessions and versions of what happened to bring charges against three of the girls and so are going to lay the charges in the hopes it might scare the other girls into confessing their roles to complete the picture." I wasn't too sure quite what this all meant as Mr Graham had said everything a bit fast and it was hard to take it in. I guess I must have looked a bit blank for he then explained it more simply and said that what else it meant was that I was vindicated and had been shown to be telling the truth. "However, there is another matter in this. I have got to tell the school what has happened and though I will not mention any names or details it will not take some of the boys and girls long to work out who was involved. This might make you a hero with some, but you are likely to take a pounding from others. I am sorry but I have been left with no choice." Mr Graham was clearly upset to have to do this and so I told him that it was not too serious seeing that I would be leaving soon anyway." "You're a brave young man, Mick. Well done." We were dismissed and sent back to our classes. On the way back, Kevin said, "I took a walk yesterday and went passed Brandon's house. I think I might have seen him looking out the window but am not sure. Anyway, his house is close. You just turn right out of their house and take the first left. Cross the next two roads and then turn left again and our house is the fourth house down on the right. It's as easy as that." "No shit! Man! We must have walked past your house loads of times. I never saw you there though." "Well I don't go out much as I don't have much to go out for. So I mostly stay indoors at the computer or playing video games." "And doing your home work and studying. That's why you're such a boff at things." "Yeah. Ok. You got me." He smiled and his whole face lit up. It was clearly great for Kevin to have a friend to talk to. I was so pissed off with myself for having ignored Kevin instead of trying to find out what he was really like. Every time I got with him I saw new things about him to like. He was a really neat guy. As we walked into our classroom, a message came over the pa system telling as all that we were required to attend an extra special assembly in the school hall at the end of the period and that the next period would be cancelled to accommodate this assembly. Despite what I had said to the Head, my stomach churned a bit when I heard the announcement. Kevin must have been sensitive to this because when we sat down at the desk, he leaned over and whispered, "I'll be there with you, don't worry." I turned toward him and smiled my thanks and he grinned back as he gave my leg a squeeze. That was enough for me to pop a boner, which he noticed and gave a gentle rub before turning back to pay attention to the teacher. I returned his compliment which caused my cock to stay hard for a little longer and in doing so found his cock as hard as mine. It was nice to know that I had this effect on him. It did make it difficult for me to concentrate on the lesson and my mind kept wandering to what might happen when others worked out that it was I who was involved in what the Head was going to tell the whole school about in just a few minutes. For once the bell to signify the end of the lesson sounded far too early and we all filed out of class and headed for the hall. It took about ten minutes for all of the students to get into hall and then the teachers all came in and took their places on the stage. Finally, Mr Graham walked in and took his place behind the lectern which was in the middle of the stage. He stood there quietly for a few moments waiting for the buzz of chatter to die down before he began assured of having everybody's attention. I cannot remember his speech word for word but it went something like this: "I have a very grave matter to talk about today and I want you to keep absolutely quiet and listen. On Monday this week an incident took place on school grounds and during school hours. This was a very serious incident in which a young man was victimised by a group of girls. (There was some silly giggling at this point.) Quiet! I asked you to remain silent and let me talk and this is no laughing matter at all. The police have been involved and whilst their investigations are still going on, they have enough evidence to already to bring charges against some of the perpetrators of this despicable crime. And I am sure that they will get further evidence to prosecute the rest of the gang involved. I know that there have been all sorts of rumours flying around and I want to assure you that we will not tolerate any further abuse against the victim or anybody else. Some of you may think you know what has happened, but I believe you will have only a portion of an exaggerated idea. Do not go spreading any rumours. At least some of these girls will be excluded from this school; such is the seriousness of the crime. I would encourage the others involved to come forward voluntarily and admit their part in this incident as it might enable the police to take a lighter action against them. If anyone else has any information which they believe might be helpful in resolving this incident, then I ask you to come and tell me about it. Just tell the receptionist that you have information on the incident, and she will show you through to me. I will speak with you in strictest confidence and will not let anyone else know what you have told me. If I feel it is something the police should know I will give your name to them and leave it for them to question you. Now that might seem a bit frightening, but you will be doing the right thing. I hope that this is also a lesson for anyone else who is thinking of trying the same thing out. You will not get away with it and it could cost you a prison sentence; so turf those ideas out straight away. Thank you." The hall broke out into a buzz of talk as soon as he finished and I am sure I could feel eyes staring at me. As the head had predicted, it did not take some long to work out who this assembly had been about. Before I had even got to the door, one of the boys from my class, jostled me and said I was lucky it had been only girls who fought with me. If it had been boys I would have been left with no clothes to wear. Well one who had not quite worked it out yet though. And then as I squeezed out through the door one of the girls who had been involved whispered in my ear. "You tell anyone about me and you will regret it. I don't need a gang to sort you out. Don't forget that ever. Understand?" I didn't even acknowledge that I had heard her. I was not interested in anything she might have to say and I was not going to give out any more information to the police as they already had heard all that I knew. The whisperings and looks had started up again, but other than that I did not notice much change in the attitude others had toward me. When mom picked me up that day, however, I was given a little surprise. "I have booked an appointment for you with the doctor for this evening." "Doctor? Why?" I asked. "I want to have you checked out for STD's. If that girl was able to do what she did she has probably had sex before and so I just want to be safe." "What are they going to do?" "I'm not sure, but doctor will be kind to you. He always is." We didn't even go home, but went straight to the doctor's surgery in Brentwood. When I was called through, mom got up to go through with me, but the doctor stopped her and said it would be better if he saw me alone first and then if she was needed he would fetch her in. Doc talked with me a bit and then gave me a physical examination and said it was good that I had no cuts or abrasions, and that all that was now needed was some blood tests which the nurse would do. He wrote out the form and picking up the telephone asked the sister if she was free to take some blood. Unfortunately she was and so I was ushered out of the doctor's room into the hands of the practice sister and taken off to the treatment room to have blood taken. As I was going down the corridor I heard the doctor calling my mom in. He just told her that he thought there was little chance that I had got something bad and that he was taking blood tests just to make absolutely sure. I had a small bandage stuck in the crook of my elbow and we went home. We had managed to get virtually everything unpacked and put away during the week, and I had got most of my homework caught up Friday night which meant that by ten in the morning on Saturday I was free to do my own thing. I decided to go out and explore the neighbourhood to see what it was like. I put on my in-line skates and took off down the road. I didn't see too many other kids around and was beginning to wonder if we were living in an old age commune. I came to the railway line and followed it down to a main road and turning left under the rail bridge I came to an open site which had a bit of a playground in it. I stuck to the road and found another road leading into the area and following it I found a football club house as well as a small skate park. I went into the park and as there were only two others there who were not actually skating at the time I went straight onto the skating area and began to just practice different tricks and moves. After about ten minutes one of the other guys there got up and began skating as well. He was using a skate board and so was doing different things to what I was doing. I watched him in bits when he was in my line of vision but could not see too much as I was concentrating on my own skating. Then the other boy who was there got up and began skating on his standard skates. I didn't think you could get that type anymore, but obviously you can still. I gave it a few more minutes and then went and sat down at the edge so that I could watch the other two. The guy on the skate board was about the same age as me and seemed to be about the same height and build. He had soft blond hair which he wore fairly long, covering his ears but not reaching to his shoulders. He was wearing a red vest with grey baggy half shorts. Typical skater dress. He was quiet good on his skate board, but I reckoned that I was better. He was kind of cute and so I was pretty glad that I was using a different type of skate to him, as I would like to get to know him better, and so would not have wanted to show him up on first meeting. The other boy was about 16 or 17 and very nice looking. He had light brown hair and was about five, six tall. Slender but muscled, without being over muscled. He had on cut off jeans which looked like they had been full jeans which he had cut down himself. They were frayed around what little of the legs were left and they were not cut even in length. The one leg was about half an inch longer than the other; not that this meant much as neither was more than an inch from the crotch. His bulge looked like it might burst forth at any moment and I was tending to concentrate on it in the hope of just such an accident. Like the younger boy he also had a vest on, but for the life of me I cannot remember what colour it was. I guess my concentration was elsewhere with him. He was using the old style four wheel skates and was very good on them. I had only tried them once and found them quite hard to use, so this guy had my admiration for his ability. I was thinking of trying to introduce myself by bumping into him when he called across to the younger boy, naming him, Mark, and telling him it was almost time to get on home. "Ok Michael," the young Mark replied and so now I knew both their names, and was quietly pleased that the older boy shared my name; even if I hadn't been called by its full form for years. I was a little sorry that they were going to push off soon and wanted to break the ice with them and find out if they came to the skate area often. I was given a bit more when Mark suddenly slipped off his board as he tried to execute a loop at the top of the half pipe and fell down hard with his board landing squarely on his balls edge first. I jumped up to go and help, but Michael was quicker than me and soon I was given an eyeful of beautiful arse when he bent over Mark to see if he was alright. Michael's cut offs rode up his cheeks a bit and revealed that there was no line to give any sign of him wearing undies. It's amazing what goes through your mind at times like these. My first thought was how did he keep his goods inside if he didn't have undies to hold them in? And then the next thought answered the question- it was because he was wearing a thong. And all this thinking went on in the time it took me to get close to them. A couple of seconds at the most. As I got closer I saw that Michael was giving a bit more of a hand than you might have thought he would, for he was gently rubbing Mark in the area where the board had landed and Mark was not protesting. In fact there was the definite outline of a hard cock under those skater shorts. "Is he ok?" I asked "What?" Michael almost jumped. I think he had forgotten I was there. Of course he also pulled his hand back quickly as well, leaving Mark's cock tenting his shorts. "Is Mark going to be ok?" I asked again. "I'll be alright after a bit. Just a bit of a knock." Mark answered, and then asked, "How'd you know my name." "Michael called you just a few moments ago and used your name, just as you used Michael's and so I heard both your names. My name's Mick by the way." By this time Mark was trying to get to his feet and Michael leaned forward to help him get up, brushing his hand over Mark's nipple as he slipped it under his arm to get the leverage he needed to pull Mark up. As he did this I clearly saw Mark's cock jump in his shorts -- what a turn on! I was half hard by now and knew it must be showing, but tried to act as if nothing was different. Neither Mark nor Michael gave any indication that they noticed anything though. "Well we have to be going, nice meeting you." Michael said. "And you. See you around." "Yeah. See you." Mark answered. "And thanks for caring." "It's ok." I replied lamely; wanting really to ask them if they would be back again some time and if they were gay and if we could do something together and all that, but not having the courage to do so. Damn us British and our reserve! I messed around at the rink for a little longer and then took off doing a bit more exploring until I finally gave up and went home, making a plan to scout out the rink again the next day. By the time I got home, I was kind of hot and sweaty and so decided to take a shower. I went into the bathroom and stripped off and stepped into the shower. As I stood there with the needles of water at just the right temperature drilling a tattoo of pleasure into my back, my mind was filled with the images I had just experienced with Mark and Michael. Of Michael's cut off jeans showing his butt cheeks and then of him rubbing Mark to an erection instead of easing the pain caused by the skate board landing in his groin area. As expected, my cock rose in acknowledgement of the joy I had received and in anticipation of the joy I was about to receive. Of course I followed the natural route and began stroking myself in a leisurely way as the shower sprayed down on me, massaging my tired muscles. I reached for the shower gel and pouring some into my right hand I lathered my cock up to make the pleasure even better. I sank down to the floor and positioned myself so that the spray would not wash away the soap and this released my left hand to start feeling over my body and exciting other zones, finally ending up with a finger up my arse looking for my prostrate. My mind began to build fantasies of what I would get up to with Mark and Michael and I became so engrossed in my wank that I was oblivious to all else. In fact I was so oblivious that I did not hear mom arrive back, I did not hear her open the bathroom door and look in. I know she must have seen me because I did hear the door close. I think mom must have been trying to get the door closed so that I wouldn't notice anything amiss and so not realise she had seen me, but in her haste to return things to how they had been the door must have slipped and banged shut rather than closing gently. It sure did ruin what had otherwise been a wonderful wank. In fact I couldn't finish and so just got on with my shower and then found that I had to walk naked to my room as the clothes I had dropped on the floor were saturated because I hadn't closed the shower door and the spray went all over them. I stuck my head out the bathroom door and looked to see if I could see my mom. Yes I know she had seen me naked just recently, but after today I just could not face her seeing me without clothes on -- so I checked out for her before I ran from the bathroom to my room. For some strange reason, I never thought of wrapping a towel around. I don't know why because I had done that so many times before. I got to my room and quickly pulled on a pair of cotton shorts and a t shirt and then went down stairs to find something to eat and drink. I am after all a teenager. As I stepped into the kitchen, my mom who was around the corner and out of sight until then turned and greeted me, "Hi Mick. Did you have a good shower?" I turned red and could feel my face and neck burning up. "Yes thanks, mom." Well what else could I say? `Thanks for stuffing my wank for me' or something similar? Mom couldn't miss my embarrassment and grinned. "Mick, I know you know that I saw you in the shower. I'm sorry, it's obviously embarrassed you, but you should know that I know you do that sort of thing. It's a natural part of growing up. But I also realise that it is a private part of growing up and that it is probably mortifying for you to know that I have seen you masturbating. I want to assure you though that I will not tell anybody else and I will try and remember not walk in on you again. OK?" I was still embarrassed, and found it hard to even open my mouth, but mom was waiting for a reply, "Yes sure mom." And then I turned and walked off without getting any food or drink. This was going to take some time to sort out. I went through to the lounge and turned the TV on and began flicking through the channels to find something suitable to watch. But this was Saturday evening in England. Unless you enjoyed watching a load of repeats or soccer there was nothing of any value on. Mom came through and said that dinner was still an hour away and asked what I wanted to watch. "There's nothing on." I complained. "Why don't you go and pack for staying at Brandon's house then." She suggested. "Yeah. I guess now is as good a time as any." I agreed and went off up stairs to do so. The association of ideas got me thinking along sexual lines again as I thought about what it would be like to sleep with Brandon every night for four whole nights in a row. I couldn't help it. My teenage hormones had taken over again and I just had to release the tension which had not been given an outing in the shower. So half packed, my shorts came down and I flopped back onto the bed and began to service my cock once again. This time I got to my orgasm before mom popped her head around the door. Shit! I was such an arse hole that I had not even closed my bedroom door before jerking off. Mom thought with the door open it was safe to just walk in and she did just as my cock started pulsing and shooting my wad out. Once was bad enough. Twice in one day was simply the end of the world. Now she had seen everything. "Really Mick! You should have closed your door. With it open I never thought a thing about just walking in." I think mom was as embarrassed as I was. "Sorry mom. I wasn't thinking." I managed to stammer out. "Well next time have some consideration for your poor mother and close the door. I will knock if the door is closed." "Ok mom." Shit I was amazed I could even talk. It was going to be awkward facing her later. What's more the whole time she was talking I had to just lie there in full view with cum dribbling out my cock and a good wank ruined again. I mean, I couldn't even reach for some tissues to clean my stomach up. Finally mom walked around the bed to my bedside dresser and pulled a couple of tissues out the box and handed them to me. "You better get yourself cleaned up. I came to call you for supper. Get sorted and down to the table quickly." And she walked out the room. I got down to supper and mom had already dished up. I sat down in silence and couldn't bring myself to say anything or to even look her in the eyes. "Want some white sauce on your cauliflower?" she asked and then burst out laughing. I immediately caught the implication of her question and turned red for the third time in less than two hours. "Mooooooommmmm." I wailed at her. "Sorry son. I thought that if I made a joke of it, it might help to break that silence I'm getting for no fault of my own." "How do you expect me to act? I mean you're my mother and I was ... you know... doing it." "You were also doing it in the shower and that didn't stop you talking to me." "But in the shower I wasn't ... uh ... you know." "You mean you hadn't reached your orgasm. Yes I know. That's probably why you were at it again so soon after." I couldn't believe this conversation. This is my mom talking to me about my orgasm! Shit what next? Full blown sex? "Mick, I know that you're going through puberty and when that happens you guys get horny all the time. I also know that you probably wank at least once every day and as you're gay when you're with Brandon, you probably do each other. I don't know how much more the two of you get up to. I'm not sure that I want to know either and so I am not asking. I just hope you both make sure your safe. I guess what I am trying to say is that even though your mother has seen you with an erection and even having an ejaculation, you need not be embarrassed because I already knew all that was going on." I could see the logic in what mom was saying and knew that she meant it in all the best possible ways, but it was still embarrassing and I didn't really know how to answer her, so I just nodded my head and kept quiet. Possibly a mistake. "Mick," mom continued, "Please look at me." I looked up. "I love you. And there is nothing I can think of that will make me stop loving you. Yes I'm your mother, but I hope I am also your friend. I want you to feel free to come and tell me things that excite you and make happy. I also want you to feel free to ask me for help and advice. And if there is something you want, I want to know about it. I can't promise to be able to get it all for you, but I want to try and do some things for you because this is what you want and not just what I think you might like or want. That is why I suggested you could go naked in front of me. I want you to be relaxed and natural. Now don't get me wrong, I'm not suggesting that you do everything in front of me. Your wanking should still be private, as should what you get up to with your boy friends be kept private. Do you understand?" "Yes mom." This time I wasn't going to give her a chance to continue. But I must admit though I was still embarrassed I was beginning to feel a bit better about it. "I think I had better go and finish packing for Brandon's on Monday." "Ok son." I got up from the table and headed for my room. It didn't take me long to finish packing and so I decided to go and watch some TV. I had not yet set the TV up in my room as I did not have an aerial connection for it. Mom had said she would get it sorted out but we really haven't had the time yet. I sat down and flipped through the channels looking for something, but like earlier there was nothing but repeats and re-runs or news -- boring. I didn't feel like playing the x-box either and so was at a bit of a loose end. Mom was sitting in the lazy-man chair reading, but must have been aware of my state because she put the book down and asked, "Where did you go today?" "I just went exploring the area. Trying to get to know it. I can walk to school from here, you know. And there is a skate park nearby also." "Did you meet anyone in your travels?" "There were a couple of guys at the skate park. Mark and Michael. Mark fell and hurt himself, but managed to get up and go off home. Michael must be his friend and he helped him. I went over to see if I could help, but I wasn't needed." "Did they seem like nice folk?" "They seemed ok. At least they didn't tell me to go when I offered help." The conversation dwindled to nothing and after a while I said that I was going to go up to bed. Yes I know it was early on a Saturday night, but what else can you do when you have no friends nearby? I got into my room and stripped off my clothes and was climbing into bed when I noticed a bottle of something on my bedside cabinet with a note attached. `This might help to make those private times a little nicer -- mom.' Turning the bottle around I saw it was a bottle of baby oil. I burst out laughing. I think it was half in embarrassment and half in humour. I walked back downstairs and went into the lounge and gave mom a big hug and said "Thank you." She knew what it was about and said something like she was glad to be of assistance. Which got me laughing again. "I don't think I really need your help in this, thanks mom." I joked. Then it was mom's turn to blush as she realised the implication of what she had said and how it could be taken more than one way. "That's not what I meant, and you know it. Now take your naked body out of here before I am forced to tickle it." I didn't need any more encouragement as I knew what happened when I got tickled. In fact just thinking about it got my cock hardening. So I went off back to my room and to an appointment with the bottle of baby oil. This time I closed the door so that mom wouldn't interrupt. Well that's it for chapter 10. Chapter 11 will be along in due time. However I am going away for a bit and it might be a bit longer you'll have to wait. Please let me know how you feel about this story. Has it got too many turns? Or is it pleasing to you? Write to me at succum241@msn.com Cheers Rick