Date: Wed, 29 Dec 2004 20:07:26 +0000 (GMT) From: roy p...... Subject: Peter Johnson part 7 Another journey down Peter's road of life. At least he has a companion with him to help him through the muddy patches. Poor Peter isn't exactly one of the worlds great leaders, he needs help almost every step, but his confidence is building, slowly, although he's not able to use it yet. Luckily Nathan is a leader of men, or will be, he just needs to learn that he is. Usual warnings and disclaimers apply, I've told you so don't moan if you're caught. Tell me if you're enjoying it, suggest improvements if you're not. Roy. Part seven The boys left Mr. Riley's office and walked through to the corridor. As soon as they were clear of Mrs. Burns' sight, Peter grabbed Nathan's sleeve. "My family mustn't know," he said, anxiously. "They'll hate me and stop me from seeing you - Oh why does everything have to go wrong for me?" Nathan turned and put his hands on his friend's shoulders, looked into his eyes and said, "Stop that now, Pete, we'll work it out somehow. I know things got well out of hand today, but not everyone's against us, are they? Old man Riley was on our side in there, and we can't get better backup in school than him, can we? Ian's done everything we've asked of him and he's as good as outed himself before he's even started here. Now come on, buck up, I think we ought to go and thank Ian for helping us and - I'm bloody hungry, I'll bet you are too, lets get to the chip shop before it closes!" Peter cheered up enough to smile and they walked towards the main doors. Almost at the exit, a boy ran from a side corridor and nearly knocked them over. Recovering, Peter was horrified to see that it was John Lester, one of the gang who got as close to bullying and intimidating others as they could get away with. "Hey!" he shouted as he regained his balance. "Look where you're go -hey! You're the two faggots who faced out to that cunt Hunt, aren't you?" he pushed his open hand towards Nathan's head as if were going to rip his face off. Bladder control suddenly became top of Peter's subconscious mind. "High five, kid! That was a great show I hear, sorry to have missed it!" Nathan weakly raised his hand to meet Lester's slap. "That perve tried it on with me last year, you know. Grabbed me knackers comin' out the shower, he did. I just stood there an' told him he was wastin' his time, it didn't go up for poofs! Bloody scared me, though, I can tell ya." There was a couple of seconds silence as Nathan and John Lester sized each other up. It would have been no contest - Lester was built like the proverbial brick shithouse and would have floored Nathan with a flick of his finger. "Sorry about the poofs and faggots though, I don't know much about that shit, my meat's strictly for the girls - what should I call yer?" "Preferably by our names" said Nathan, composing himself now the threat had receded, "but if you're looking for a name for what we are," he added, gaining confidence, "it's gay. G.A.Y., stands for 'Good As You'" Lester sucked in a breath noisily through his lips. "Ooooh, careful!" he said, a snicker rippling across his face, "Got me below the belt with that one!" Nathan laughed a little, "I don't think so, I don't think I'd live through the consequences if I 'got you below the belt'!" they both laughed at that. Peter laughed a little too, then had an idea. "Did you report Hunt for touching you?" he asked Lester. "Nah, kid, I ain't gonna let on that some perve's had his hand round me bollocks, am I? Don't look good fer yer cred, does it?" Lester sneered. " Well you should" Peter told him, "He's done it before at another school, that didn't get reported, I - well, I'm not ready for my family to know just yet, so he's got away with that too. But someone like you, if they believe you -" Peter stopped before the allegation was spoken. Lester missed it, but said "I dunno. I told me dad, an' he was gonna come down here an' punch his lights out, but I didn' wanna get expelled, all me mates're here. Hunt'll deny it, and I can't prove it. I dunno." Peter sighed. "Look," he said, "Just go and talk to Riley about it, Hunt's gone, left, resigned. He told us that. He wants to nail Hunt as much as you, I and that other kid from Northbridge must do. Please? Please?" "O.K, O.K, I will before you start fluttering your eyelashes at me. Can't be doin' wi' any o' that fag - gay crap." Lester sighed. "Gotta go. See yers!" Lester ran off up the corridor. He wasn't really in a hurry, he just ran because he shouldn't. Nathan looked at his watch, "Come on, bloody chip shop closes in five!" he yelled as he ran for the door and out into the yard, closely followed by an equally hungry Peter. A portion of hot greasy chips apiece later, they wandered round to Nathan's house. Peter looked round, and saw that it was tidy, but lived in. Smaller than his, only three bedrooms, but so were most on Lowfields. "I thought we were going to see Ian?" Peter asked. Nathan put his arms round Peter's neck, kissed him lightly on the cheek, and said "I'd rather see you!" They kissed, the depth of their lips' touch relaxed Peter's tension. Nathan pushed his crotch into Peter's, slid it an inch or two side to side and felt the stiffness growing in each of them. He broke away, grabbed Peter's hand and almost dragged him up the stairs, into his room, closing the door behind them with a kick. They shrugged off their school blazers, allowing them to fall to the floor, then unbuttoned each others shirts, arms getting in each others way, staring all the time into each others eyes. "God, I love you, Pete!" Nathan said as he slid the shirt off Peter's shoulders. "I love you so much, so much!" Peter sighed as he wrapped his arms round Nathan's body, his shirt now gone. They kissed again, fuelling the fire of their passions, then, kicking off their shoes they unclipped and unzipped each others trousers. the garments fell to their ankles, leaving them standing only in well-tented boxers, and socks. Peter bent forward, kissing and licking each of Nathan's nipples in turn, then down the centre of his chest and stomach, in his belly button, and down to the damp summit of the mountain in his shorts. He sucked in the tip, and flicked his tongue over it, and Nathan shuddered. "Ooo babes, I'm gonna cum if you do that again!" Nathan gasped. Peter pulled the waistband forwards, and released the shorts from the rod within. Moving his hands to Nathan's waist, he slid the shorts down to the trousers below. Nathan's cock was standing straight up: it curved upwards for the first two inches then was as straight as a pole for the other four. The foreskin had rolled itself back, exposing the head, from where a trickle of pre-cum ran down over the thick, throbbing blue vein on the underside. It was as hard as could be. Peter knew if he stared hard enough, he could will this perfect male organ to erupt on its own, the fountain of love would spray his face, his hair, his lover's chest, and beyond. The dream was broken by Nathan's hands under his arms, lifting him upright again. "My turn" Nathan whispered, and kissed and licked Peter's chest and stomach as he had done before. He slid Peter's boxers down carefully before his lips got there, though, and kissed right down from his navel to the wispy brown hair that curled above his goal. 'Sweet, like candy floss' thought Nathan as he licked almost each individual hair, then, turning his head to the side, he ran his tongue underneath the length of Peter's dick from the tip to the base, then lightly kissed the ball sack beneath. He sat back on his haunches and watched the cock twitch. It was dead straight for all its five and three quarter inch length, and stood at 45 degrees to the body it grew from. It jumped slightly with every heartbeat. Beautiful. As he watched, Nathan saw a bead of precum grow on the slit, and run the quarter inch to where it hung, suspended by its own tension, forming a perfect teardrop. He leaned forward and licked it off, just tickling the base of the cockhead as he did so. Peter exhaled deeply. Keeping his tongue out, he stood and offered his face to Peter, who put his tongue out pointing down the same. Their top lips and tongues touched, the taste transferred, they both shuddered as the orgasm hit them simultaneously. Sperm jets coated their chests and their stomachs, their souls joined together as one. Their lips parted, and Peter opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. There aren't any words to describe how he felt. They stepped out of their trousers and shorts before too much cum fell down there, and Nathan leant over to his table and picked up a cloth to wipe them both down with. After rubbing Peter's and his own chest and stomach, he gave the cloth to Peter to finish wiping himself down, which he did. As he finished, he suddenly held the cloth away and gasped, "Is this you cum rag? Have I just wiped myself on your cum rag? Urghh." Nathan smiled as he took the cloth, "Full of my love for you, Pete, full of my love for you!" "Urghh - urghh!" Peter groaned, till he could keep the pretence no longer, and giggled. They fell into each other's arms, laughing. 'I ain't gonna give this up' thought Peter, 'I don't care if they do throw me out, I ain't gonna give this up.' They laid on the bed, kissing, cuddling and hugging until the drying juices started tickling and scratching. "Lets take a shower" said Nathan. So they did. Just to wash. When they were clean, dry, and dressed, Peter reminded Nathan about thanking Ian. "Ring him," suggested Nathan. "You remember his number?" "I think so." They went downstairs into the hall to use the 'phone, and Peter dialled. After having to apologise to a woman who'd got out of a bath to answer, he tried again. Success! "Hi Ian, it's Pete! I'm at Nat's, and we want to thank you for your help today - yes, at Nat's - no, we're not!" he blushed red "shuttup! - we had to see Riley, the Headmaster, and he told us - yes, it's great, it worked! - no, no trouble, that's why were out early, Riley let us go! - yes, yes, then we ran into one of the toughs, Lester, and he congratulated us! - yes! Oh, and he said Hunt had messed with him last year an' I think I persuaded him to report it - yes - you've what? - well, Hunt jumped when Nat said his name, let's hope so! - do your best, then - yes, see you soon, thanks again, Ian!" and he put the phone down. "Well?" asked Nathan, guessing there was more to tell. "Ian said he knew Hunt had gone, Mrs. Burns told him. And-and! He's rung Northbridge, and left a message for Jack Jones to ring him. He's going to try to get him to report what Hunt did to him there! Hopefully that's two counts against him, I hope he goes down for ever!" "Me too!" said Nathan. "Ian's really got his teeth into this, hasn't he? I wonder if Hunt tried anything on with him at Northbridge?" "Your plan worked! I love you so much!" squealed Peter, threw his arms round Nathan's neck and kissed him. The front door opened, and a woman stepped in. The boys heads turned to see her. "Nathan??!!" she said. 'Oohh shit!' the boys thought, together.