Date: Fri, 21 Jan 2005 22:56:54 +0000 (GMT) From: roy p...... Subject: Peter Johnson part 11 Sorry this has taken so long to get finished, but here at last is the rest of Christmas day's events for our four central characters. It will be a while before the next episode appears, too, but there is more to come. Thank you to all who have E-mailed me to say how much they like the story, and my style of writing, (even another Nifty author, I am embarrassingly flattered!) Please let me know your views on the tale: praise makes me keen to continue, criticism makes me try harder to improve. Belated Happy New Year to you all. Roy. Part 11 Peter turned to his Mother and completed the hug. "Sorry, Mum. I've spoiled Christmas for you, haven't I?" Marjorie Johnson fought back her tears. "Don't worry about that, Peter. Its you that matters. Are you really alright with this?" "Yes, Mum, I am. I'd be lying if I said no. It's what I am, and I had to say it because I couldn't live the lie of you not knowing. Dad's mad at me, though, isn't he?" "Don't worry about your Father, he'll calm down later and I'll talk to him." Peter's Mother tried to comfort her son. "Just stay out of his way for a while." "Do you mind if I go out? I want to go and see Nat, and let him know I've told you." "I think it'd be a good idea to go out, keep out of your Dad's way for a while. He'll calm down eventually, but I think it'd be better for him not to see you again today." Peter's Mother said, trying to think of how to calm Henry down enough to talk to him about it all. Peter crept upstairs to his room, and changed. Then he put a pair of jeans, a clean t-shirt and a pair of boxers in his rucksack, and crept quietly back down and out of the house. As he walked the empty streets, he thought of the bombshell he'd dropped at dinner, and smirked to himself. He didn't think, care or worry about what they'd think or do, he'd done his part, he'd fulfilled his promise to Nat. He knew there would be consequences, issues to face, but, he thought, 'what is to be will be'. Peter walked purposefully up to Nathan's front door, and thumbed the bell push. Nathan opened the door, and gasped, astonished. "Hi, Nat!" Peter greeted him, cheerfully. "I've brought your Christmas present, I hope you like it!" he said, his arms stretched out to the sides, showing himself. Nathan looked at Peter, the tousled fringe above his eyes, those brown eyes sparkling again with happiness and affection, the cheeks slightly blushed from the cold, the smile on his lips slightly curled with wickedness, and - the red shirt and white shorts of United's team strip! "Do you remember saying you thought this strip would suit me, well, does it?" Peter giggled, reminding Nathan of what he had said when they'd first met that fateful afternoon in town. Nathan's jeans bulged with the answer, an instant erection! He opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out, Nathan was quite speechless. He continued to look down, at Peter's legs. (Although the rest of Peter's body was quite smooth, apart from the usual places, his legs were quite hairy, which Nathan found a huge turn on!) Nathan just wanted to ravish this image of a boy god then and there, on his front doorstep, but instead he grabbed Peter's arm and pulled him into the house and up the stairs. "It's Pete, Mum, Dad, I've just got to talk to him for a minute, we'll be down in a bit!" he shouted to his parents, then pulled Peter into his room and shut the door. They hugged tightly, their lips pressed together as if this kiss was to be their last, their tongues licking to and fro over each other. Nathan's hand rubbed the front of the white shorts, feeling the iron-hard weapon of passion inside, making Peter moan a low "Uunnnggghhh!" into Nathan's mouth, their kiss continuing. Nathan eventually broke the kiss, and slid his nose and lips down the red silky shirt till he was on his knees, staring closely at the white shorts, watching the bulge in their front twitching slightly with each of Peter's heartbeats. Nathan slid his hands down the sides of Peter's legs, feeling the hairs with his fingers, then up again, up those sexy legs, up the sides of the white nylon shorts, and up under the red shirt. His fingers felt the sensation of Peter's smooth belly skin, his forefingers traced the edges of his navel, then his hands slid round his sides to his back, and down to the perfect buns of his bottom. Nathan looked up at Peter's face and said, quietly, "God, Peter, you are just so sexy, I love you with all of my heart and I want you so much, now and forever!" He leant forward a couple of inches and kissed the twitching tent in the front of the white shorts, then sucked the tip of the bulge into his mouth and caressed the first couple of inches into and out of his lips. Peter ran his hands through Nathan's short, slightly spiky brown hair, quivering at the feeling Nathan was giving him. Nathan lifted the leg of the shorts and released Peter's rigid cock, and sucked it deep into his mouth and down his throat. He felt the organ throb as Peter neared his first climax for several days, and pulled back off it. "I want your juice, Pete, give me all your lovely cum!" Nathan begged, then slipped the first couple of inches of Peter's cock back into his mouth and licked the tip frantically. He cupped a hand under Peter's ballsack and squeezed gently, hard enough not to tickle but nowhere near hard enough to hurt, just enough for the extra stimulation to send Peter over the edge, to make him fire off seven fierce spurts of boycum down his lover's throat. Afterwards, Nathan stood and kissed Peter, giving him the taste of his own cum. "I missed you so much, Pete," Nathan said. "I thought I'd lost you, pushed you too far." "You'll - never - lose - me, - Nat," Peter said, a word at a time between kisses on his lips. "I need you too much." He rubbed the front of Nathan's jeans, feeling the straining erection trapped inside. "And I need this, too!" he added as he unbuttoned the waistband and slid the zip down. Nathan kicked off his shoes and his trousers as they fell down. He quickly shrugged down his boxers and stepped out of them as Peter lifted Nathan's sports shirt up and over his head, gently guiding him towards the bed as he did so. Pausing only long enough to push down his football shorts, Peter lay back on the bed with his heels on the sheet and his knees raised. "Come and fuck me, Nat, I need you to, now!" he said, quietly. Nathan needed no more telling and, naked now, knelt between Peter's legs. He fell forward onto his hands and lowered himself to Peter's face as his cock nudged Peter's waiting hole. "I've been bad to you, Nat," Peter whispered, "Fuck me hard. Make me hurt." "No, Pete, I'm not mad at you -" Peter stopped him, and shook his head. "Nat, I need this. Fuck me real hard." Nathan looked down into Peter's eyes and saw the steely determination in them. He understood. Once his cockhead had pushed its way into Peter's behind, Nathan lunged, shoving the rest in hard and fast. Nathan watched Peter throw his head back and screw his face up at the pain. Nathan summoned up all his energy and pounded in and out of Peter as hard as he could, although he hated seeing the pain on his lover's face. He fucked Peter so hard that the bed springs creaked and groaned, and the headboard banged on the bedroom wall. As hard as he fucked, Peter pushed back to meet him, they were as good as raping each other. They fucked each other so hard that the sweat poured from them both, soaking the red football shirt Peter was still wearing. They must have pounded each other for over five minutes, noisily, the bed creaking, its headboard banging the wall, Nathan grunting with every push and Peter whimpering with the pain. Suddenly, though, it was over - Nathan felt himself starting to cum, and shoved harder still into Peter, holding himself right in to the hilt as his climax came, the spunk burning his urethra as it jetted from his cock deep into Peter's bowel. Peter jumped off the bed, wrapped his arms and legs around Nathan kneeling over him, and screamed "AAAAAAIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEE!" as his own climax hit, his spunk shooting between their bodies and hitting the wall behind Nathan's bed head. They collapsed together, exhausted, sweating, trembling with the aftershocks of their climaxes. They nuzzled together and kissed gently as they cooled down and regained their strength. Suddenly Peter jumped away from Nathan in shock "Oh my God!" he called out, "Your parents are downstairs!" They looked horrified at each other, then giggled, then laughed. They laughed so hard they had to hold each other for support, even though they were still lying on the bed, and that soon became another hug which remained after the laughter finished. They snuggled together happy in the knowledge that they were together again, and their relationship was stronger now than it had ever been. They awoke to the sound of a telephone ringing, then heard Nathan's mother saying something, one half of the phone conversation. A couple of minutes later, there was a knock at the bedroom door. "Are you two alright in there?" she asked. "Yes, Mum!" Nathan called back, still wrapped in Peter's arms. "We'll be down in a bit!" "You said that two hours ago!" she said. "Its nearly time for tea!" Nathan looked at the clock on his wall. Ten past Five! They jumped out of bed, Peter stripped off the cum and sweat soaked red shirt, and after hearing Nathan's Mum going back downstairs, they both ran to the bathroom and showered. They ran back to the bedroom afterwards, each wrapped in a large white bath towel, and dried each other off and dressed. It was just half past five when they walked into the living room, hand in hand. "Dad, this is Peter. Peter, my Dad." Nathan introduced them. Nathan's Father stood and shook Peter's hand. "Pleased to meet you, Peter." He said. "I must admit it did come as a shock to me that I wouldn't be meeting a girlfriend of Nathan's, but it seems that you two get on very well together, judging from what we've heard through the ceiling this afternoon!" The boys blushed bright red. "Come and sit down, Peter, you're one of the family now!" he added. Peter was amazed at the ease of Nathan's Father's acceptance. If only his own Father could be so understanding. "That was your Mother on the phone, Peter." Nathan's Mother said. "She thought it would be better if you stayed here tonight, your Father's a bit upset, apparently. I told her that would be alright, we could put you up for a few days if necessary." Peter squeezed Nathan's hand and grinned at him. "I'm going over tomorrow to talk with her." She added. "Thanks!" Peter said. "Thanks, Mum, thanks, Dad." Nathan said, glad of his parents' acceptance of the situation. Meanwhile, in another house a few streets away, Ian Price helped his Aunt wash up after their Christmas dinner. "Would you mind if I went to visit a friend this afternoon?" he asked. "No, that's fine." She replied. "I'll probably have a sleep in the chair later, anyway. Let me know what time you're coming home, though, won't you." Ian phoned Derek to O.K. his visit. "That's great!" Derek said. "I've already asked my folks if you could come, and sleep over if you want, and they're fine with it. I've had some cool stuff for Christmas, we can play with it!" "Actually, I'd rather play with something you've had for a long time!" Ian said, and they both laughed. They both got a little hard, too, knowing what was meant. Ian threw a few clothes in a bag, and told his Aunt that he'd be staying at his friends for two days, and she said she'd go and visit some friends tomorrow in that case. Ian walked round to Derek's house and was welcomed in by his parents, and the two new friends went to Derek's bedroom to play on his computer. After an hour of car chase and skateboarding games, Ian logged on to some group sites he'd joined, and showed Derek the male nude pictures in them. Soon they had their hands in each others' laps, feeling the hard cocks trapped in their jeans, until Derek locked his door and they both sat at the computer desk jacking each other as they admired some of the more graphic shots of men together. When Ian put up a video of two 18-year-olds sucking then fucking each other, Derek leaned over and kissed Ian and said, "Tonight, that'll be us!" They both wanked a lot faster, and came almost together onto a towel Derek had thoughtfully laid on their laps. After they'd cleaned up, they went downstairs and watched TV with Derek's parents, then sat at the table for tea. While they ate, they all chatted and Derek's parents got to know Ian better. He explained about his parents divorcing, and him moving to his Aunt's to live. He told them about his having to decide which one to live with after the divorce, and that he found that an impossible choice to make. "I love them both equally," he said, "But I couldn't share my life between two homes, and they'll probably get new partners eventually and I don't think I'd like that, either. But I can't stay at my Aunts for long, it cant be easy for her to have someone my age living with her, I know she prefers the quiet life, so I'll have to decide soon." "It'd be cool," Derek suddenly said, "If Ian could live here with us, then he could visit his parents without having to move homes every time!" That shocked both Ian and Derek's parents. "That could get awkward," Derek's mother pointed out, "When you start to have girlfriends, if you had a boy friend living at home!" "If I had a boyfriend," Derek replied, "I wouldn't want a girlfriend." "Oh!" Said his Mother. A second later, his Father said "Oh!" as well, then added, "Does that mean - that -" "Yes Dad, it does mean just that. I'd prefer to have a boyfriend than a girlfriend any day, sorry, but that's just how it is." Ian was getting rather embarrassed by this, what seemed to him, rather private conversation. He said "Excuse me," got up from the table and walked out to the hall. Derek stood and rushed after him. "Ian, wait. Sorry about that in there, but I felt I really ought to be honest with them. And as for boyfriends, I really want you to be mine." He took hold of Ian's hand and squeezed it a bit. "Please." He added. They looked each other in the eyes, then kissed. "Yes." Said Ian. "Oh, yes!" and they kissed again, deeply. "Come back in, Ian. Let's just sit and watch TV for a bit." Derek said when they finished. They both joined Mr. and Mrs. Reynolds in the lounge and Derek said, "In view of what we were just talking about, I want you to be the first to know that Ian and I are now officially - boyfriends!" Mrs. Reynolds "Well, I hope you stay as happy as you obviously both are now, but be careful, there are plenty of people who won't see it as acceptable and will try to spoil things for you." "We know," said Ian. "We've seen that with others, before." They all settled down and watched a film on video, then Derek stood up and taking Ian's hand as he stood, said, "Well, if you'll excuse us, we're off to bed." "Don't keep us awake all night, then!" chuckled his Father. Back at Nathan's house, Peter, Nathan and his parents had watched TV for a while, then getting bored with the poor selection of programmes on offer had played a game of Monopoly instead. Then they just sat and chatted for an hour or so until just after midnight, when they all decided that it was time to retire for the night. So in two nearby houses on the Lowfields estate, two pairs of boyfriends were about to spend their first nights together, with the full knowledge and approval of their host's parents. It had been a surprising and eventful Christmas day for almost everybody, and both Peter and Nathan, and Ian and Derek, once in bed, simply kissed, cuddled and snuggled up in their partners' arms and soon fell fast asleep.