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CHAPTER ONE

 

"Why do we have to go to the stupid barbecue?" whined the twelve year old boy. Danny had intended to spend Saturday afternoon with his friend, Rob and now those plans had been ruined by his mother's announcement that they were all going to a barbecue at her friend's house across town instead.

"Mr and Mrs Edwards have been kind enough to invite us; it would be rude not to go. You remember them, don't you Danny?" his mother asked.

"I think so," he replied uncertainly. Nick and Helen Edwards and their son James, had been friends and neighbours of the Thomas family until Nick's job had taken them to California five years earlier. Danny had only been seven when they left and his memory of them was vague; now they were back and were having a get together to renew old friendships.

"I went to school with Mrs Edwards and Mr Edwards used to work with your dad," his mother explained. There was a brief pause; Danny's dad had been killed in a car crash when the boy was three and he had no memory of him at all. "Don't you remember James?" she asked, breaking the silence.

"Sort of; but he's much older than me, so we didn't talk much," Danny replied.

"James is nineteen now," his mother said. "He finished high school in America and spent a gap year travelling round the world. He's going to start university over here in a couple of months. I think your sister will be pleased to see him again." Michelle Thomas had had a huge crush on James just before the Edwards family had emigrated; she was eleven at the time and had called it love. Not surprisingly the fourteen year old object of her affections had not reciprocated and his departure had led to floods of tears on her part.

"Oh God! I'd forgotten about that," Danny groaned. "I hope she's over him now. I don't know how anyone can get so worked up about another person."

"You'll find out soon enough," his mother replied, smiling. "Who knows, they might get together now; their ages are far better matched than they were five years ago."

At that moment they heard the front door open and then slam closed, there were footsteps in the hall, the living room door flew open and Michelle rushed in. "You'll never guess who I've just met in town," she said, breathlessly.

Danny and his mother looked at each other, "James Edwards," they replied simultaneously and then laughed at the bemused look on Michelle's face.

"How did you know that?" she queried.

"I've just been speaking to Helen on the phone," her mother answered. "I can't imagine who else would get you so excited."

Michelle blushed as she realised how transparent she had been. "He's invited me to a barbecue at their house on Saturday," she said smugly, trying to regain the upper hand.

"We're all going, unfortunately," her brother responded morosely.

"What . . ." Michelle started before her mother cut in.

"Helen and Nick have invited all their close friends from before they left."

"Oh, OK," Michelle replied, crestfallen. Her vision of a romantic date had just been shattered.

"I'm sure you and James will have an opportunity to chat alone at some point," her mother said, trying to placate the girl. "He did give you a personal invitation after all, didn't he?"

"That's true," Michelle said, brightening up. "I'll have to see what I'm going to wear."

That comment caused her brother to roll his eyes in an exaggerated manner, "Girls!" he sneered under his breath as his sister left the room.

 

* * *

 

Sandra Thomas lay awake in bed, thinking about how different things could have been. Her husband Steve had been Nick Edwards' boss before he had met his untimely demise. Helen and Nick had been hugely supportive in the months and years that followed and Sandra would always be grateful for that. Then Nick had been promoted as Steve's replacement and the five year stint in California had followed; that and the large, custom built house that they had moved into across town on their return could have been hers and Steve's. Instead she had been forced to find a job and was now struggling to support two, fatherless children.

Her thoughts switched to those children. Michelle's infatuation with James had soon passed after he left and she'd gone through her early teens without too many problems. She had been an above average student and had dated a couple of boys without either relationship developing into anything serious. Unfortunately she took after her father in looks and, although not ugly, she would never be called pretty.

Danny on the other hand got his looks from his mother and had often been called pretty; much to his embarrassment at times. He was almost five feet tall and weighed about eighty five pounds; he had smooth, pale skin; dark, unkempt, collar length hair; and deep, brown eyes that had drawn comment from several of Sandra's friends over the years. He had turned twelve a month before and seemed to be on the cusp of puberty. As yet he had shown no interest in girls and seemed to be more into artistic pastimes rather than sport; he had posters of Justin Bieber and One Direction on his bedroom walls and Sandra wondered, not for the first time, if her son might be gay.

Across the hallway in his own bedroom, Danny was also lying awake and wondering the same thing. He had just completed his first year in secondary school and most of the other boys had started to get interested in the opposite sex. Danny couldn't see what all the fuss was about, girls just didn't interest him. He didn't really have any sexual interest in any of the boys at school either; he had seen them in the showers after PE class and had looked at them with curiosity but without being turned on by them either. During the last week before the summer holidays, however, a sixth form student who wanted to become a PE teacher had helped out with Danny's class and had joined them in the showers afterwards. Danny had found himself staring at the first naked, mature male body he had seen and promptly sprung a boner. Fortunately he had been able to turn away and grab his towel before anyone else noticed but now he was confused about his feelings.

As well as girls, the boys at school had talked about jerking off. Danny had understood enough to realise that it meant rubbing your cock until you had an orgasm but he wasn't sure how it was done exactly or even if he could have an orgasm yet. He had no father or older brother to talk to and it wasn't something he wanted to discuss with his mother; so now he was lying in bed, confused and frustrated.

The memory of the sixth form boy caused his cock to harden again and he pushed the waistband of his briefs under his balls and started to stroke it. He imagined himself pressed against the older boy and found himself stroking faster; it felt good, just like the other boys had said. Suddenly he felt a tingling sensation and the urge to pee; he stopped stroking and the feelings subsided. He wanted to find out what an orgasm was like but nobody had said anything about pissing the bed; that would be too embarrassing. He pulled his briefs back up and turned over to go to sleep; still frustrated and still confused.

 

* * *

 

The term `British summer' is a bit of an oxymoron and has been the subject of jokes for countless years; the national summer sport of cricket has been described as `an ancient rain-making ceremony' and a planned barbecue is normally a guarantee of a downpour. The Edwards were lucky, however and seemed to heave brought a little bit of California sunshine back home with them. When Sandra, Michelle and Danny arrived just after 1pm, the sun was blazing in a cloudless sky and the temperature was close to 75ºF and forecast to reach 80ºF during the afternoon.

Helen and Nick greeted them warmly before Nick returned to his friends and beer, while Helen took Sandra and two other women on a tour of the house. Michelle went off looking for James and Danny found himself alone and bored, just as he had suspected he would be when his mother had first told him they were coming. There didn't seem to be any boys of his own age and he found himself chatting to a nine year old kid that he knew slightly. When another family arrived with a boy of similar age, the two youngsters started playing together; Danny thought that he was too old to join in and wandered off looking for his sister.

To Danny the garden was huge; far bigger than the one at their own, much more modest home. He eventually spotted Michelle, with a group of older teenagers, in the far corner and headed over towards them. There were five of them, two boys and three girls and it seemed as though four of them were grouped around the fifth. As he approached, Danny finally recognised the young man at the centre of the group as James Edwards. He hadn't seen James for five years and still had a mental picture of the fourteen year old that he had known then; he was totally unprepared for the effect that the sight of the nineteen year old would have on him. James now looked like the classic Californian `surfer dude'. He was almost six feet tall and weighed about 170 pounds; his natural blond hair was bleached almost white by the sun and reached nearly to his shoulders. He was wearing only a pair of mid-thigh shorts and sandals and his body was tanned to a deep bronze. He had a slim but toned build, his narrow waist making his shoulders seem to be broader than they really were. He had well-defined pecs, a washboard stomach and slender but muscular legs. Danny noticed that James' calves were liberally coated in hair but his thighs only had a light covering and his chest was completely hairless, although there was a clearly visible treasure trail running down from his navel and disappearing into the waistband of his shorts.

Danny's eyes moved slowly up the body of the young Adonis until he was looking at his incredibly handsome face. He had full lips, prominent cheekbones and piercing blue eyes that Danny suddenly realised were looking right at him, while those lips were displaying a wry smile. Danny felt his face warm as he blushed, aware that he had been caught staring at the young man. The blue eyes lowered, the smile became a grin and the eyes sparkled with amusement; Danny glanced downwards wondering what could have caused such mirth; and to his horror saw that his shorts were tented out by the erection that he hadn't even realised he was sporting.

Danny's embarrassment was total; his face turned beetroot and burned with heat. He turned away, desperate to flee from the source of his discomfort and, in doing so, he blundered into a man who was walking behind him. Danny felt something hot and damp hit the left side of his chest and travel down his T-shirt and onto his shorts; simultaneously something cold and wet poured over his head and down his back, soaking his arse as well. He looked down and saw that he was covered in barbecue sauce and he could smell that he was also drenched in beer.

"You clumsy, little idiot!" the man yelled, "Why don't you watch where you're going!"

 

* * *

 

Sandra was definitely having mixed feelings about the tour of Helen's house. While she enjoyed nosing around someone else's home as much as the next woman, she couldn't get rid of the nagging feeling that this should be hers. It was a large, two storeyed house with a double garage attached. They had just come out of the last of the three upstairs bedrooms and there was one more door at the end of the hall that they hadn't been through. "What's through there?" one of the other women asked.

"Oh, that leads to the self-contained flat above the garage and utility room," Helen answered. "It's supposed to be for live-in domestic staff but we've given it to James so that he has his own space. He's got an en-suite bedroom, a lounge and even a small kitchen; there's a back stairway down to the utility room, so he can entertain friends and come and go as he pleases without disturbing Nick and me."

"He'll like that when he brings girls home," the fourth member of the group said, eliciting giggles from the others.

"There's not much chance of that, I'm afraid," Helen replied sadly. "James is gay, so if he brings anyone back it'll be a boy not a girl."

There was a shocked silence and Sandra wondered how Michelle would react to that bombshell. Before she could give that thought further consideration, however, they were disturbed by a commotion outside in the garden. They moved over to a window and, to Sandra's horror, she saw her son, covered in beer and sauce, being berated by a man she didn't know.

By the time Sandra reached Danny the man had calmed down, Nick had given him another beer; but her son, standing next to Michelle, seemed to be in shock. "Oh Danny, what have you done? We'll have to go home and get you cleaned up," she said.

"You don't have to go home," another voice pitched in. "He can have a shower here and we can put his clothes in the washing machine, they'll be done in half an hour."

Sandra looked up at the speaker and, after a couple of seconds, recognised James. "We can't put you out like that," she protested.

"It's no problem," James replied. "After entertainment like that it's the least I can do." He said this with a broad smile that Sandra found impossible to resist.

"OK," she said, "are you alright with that, Danny?"

Danny, his eyes wide like saucers, nodded his agreement and James led him away; an arm draped nonchalantly around the younger boy's shoulders. As Sandra watched them head towards the utility room and the outside entrance to James' flat she suddenly remembered what she had just learnt about that young man. She glanced up and saw Michelle looking daggers at the backs of her brother and James, "Shit!" she thought." This is going to end in tears."

 

* * *

 

James opened the door to the utility room and ushered Danny through into the cool of the interior. The walls of the room were painted white and the floor was tiled; there were a washing machine, tumble drier and a large freezer in the room as well as shelves and storage cupboards. In the far corner there was a door behind which were the stairs up to James' flat. They climbed the stairs and entered the lounge area, "Welcome to my place," James said, spreading his arms to show it off.

"Wow! I wish I had somewhere like this," Danny said, with wonder in his voice.

"Yeah, it's great to have your own space away from the 'rents," James replied. "Come on then, we haven't got all day. Strip off and get in the shower and I'll chuck your clothes in the machine."

"What, in front of you?" Danny asked, blushing again.

"You're not embarrassed are you?" James responded. "You shower with the other boys at school don't you?"

"Well, yes," Danny replied, "but that's different."

"Alright, go through to the bedroom," James said, pointing to a door, "and undress there. Shout when you go into the shower and I'll collect your clothes."

"OK," Danny said with relief. Getting undressed in front of someone else wasn't the problem; it was the erection that had grown again in his underpants that troubled him. He went through to the bedroom and removed his clothes, placing them in a pile on the bed. He opened another door and saw that it led to the en-suite bathroom. He operated the light switch on the wall outside and called to James as he stepped through and closed the door behind him.

James collected Danny's clothes and descended to the utility room where he put them into the washing machine on a fifteen minute economy wash. Once the machine was going, he leant back against it and gave some thought to where this was going. He had felt an instant attraction the moment he had laid eyes on the cute pre-teen; the fact that the attraction was mutual was obvious from the way the boy had been staring at him. He couldn't help grinning when he saw the lad's hard-on but had been horrified when the embarrassed boy had run off and collided with that arrogant prick, Simon Kelly. It was only when Michelle and then Sandra had spoken to Danny that James had realised who he was. Five years earlier the seven year old hadn't registered with a teenager who was trying to come to terms with his sexuality. He remembered Michelle well enough though; she had been a real pain in the arse back then and it seemed like nothing had changed.

James had `come out' to his parents a few months before they had moved to California and had found the attentions of the infatuated girl from across the road more than a little tedious. His parents had taken the news fairly well, although he had been surprised that his father had seemed more comfortable with it than his mother. James was an only child; complications during childbirth had left Helen unable to have any more children and the realisation that grandchildren were now unlikely as well had upset her. The night he had told them, both his parents had had a bit too much to drink and Helen had retired to bed early. Nick had sat next to James on the couch and placed an arm around his son's shoulders. "You're my son, James," he had said, "my only child; and I love you more than words can say. All I want is for you to be happy and if that means you being with another guy then that's fine with me. Hell, if you bring a boyfriend home we can all go to the pub together and play pool; that'll be even better than you having a girlfriend."

He had loved his father more than ever at that moment and hadn't had the heart to tell him that the boys he was attracted to weren't old enough to go to the pub! James had realised he was gay when he was about eleven years old and was attracted to boys his own age. By the time he had `come out' at fourteen, he was still attracted to boys of that age and that had never changed. Although he had enjoyed his time in California, James had been pleased when he heard that they were returning home. The age of consent in Britain is sixteen and he hoped that he might meet young looking sixteen year olds that he would be attracted to and so avoid any legal complications. The intense attraction that he felt for Danny was testing his good intentions and he was seriously conflicted about how to proceed.

The washing machine `pinged' to indicate that it had completed the wash cycle and James transferred Danny's clothes to the tumble drier, set it for twenty minutes and went back upstairs to see how the boy was getting on.

 

* * *

 

After taking a few moments to work out how the shower operated, Danny spent ten minutes washing and then realised that he still had an erection to get rid of. He turned the shower to cold and stayed under the stinging spray as long as he could, before switching it off, grabbing a towel and drying himself. The cold shower did the trick and Danny felt a lot happier as he wrapped the towel around his waist and went out looking for James. He went through the bedroom and into the lounge but there was no sign of him. He was about to call for James when he heard footsteps on the stairs and the older boy entered the room; the cold shower had been a waste of time because as soon as he laid eyes on the half-naked James, he popped another boner. Fortunately the towel was thick enough to hide the evidence but Danny blushed anyway.

"Take a seat," James said, pointing to the couch. "Your clothes will be ready in about twenty minutes." The sight of the blushing twelve year old in nothing but a towel soon had James just as hard and he quickly sat down next to Danny before the boy noticed. "I take it you liked what you saw out there; I saw you checking me out and I saw the effect I had on you."

Danny turned a deeper shade of red, "I'm s . . . sorry, p . . . please d . . . don't tell anyone," he stuttered, pleadingly.

James smiled at him reassuringly, "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone. I was checking you out as well; I liked what I saw too."

"You were? You did?" Danny asked his eyes wide in amazement. "Why? I'm only a kid."

"Because I'm gay and you're beautiful, isn't that reason enough?"

"Wow, you're gay!" Danny exclaimed. "I . . . I think I am too."

"Have you done anything with anyone yet?" James asked. Danny shook his head in the negative. "What about wanking, do you jerk off?"

Danny blushed again, "N . . . no, I'm not sure what to do exactly," he replied, quietly.

"Do you want to try with me? We've got time; no-one will come up here without calling first."

"OK."

James kicked off his footwear, unfastened his shorts and pulled them off exposing his seven inches of thick, hard, uncut manhood as he wasn't wearing anything underneath. Danny stared at the first adult erection he had seen; it was slightly curved, had a prominent vein running up the length of its shaft and the head was only partially covered by the foreskin. James grasped his cock in his right hand and pulled his foreskin back revealing his smooth, dark glans. Slowly he moved his hand back up until the head was fully covered, before pulling it back down again.

"Go on, you do it too," he told Danny.

The boy raised his buttocks and removed the towel, allowing James a first sight of his boy cock. It was about three and a half inches long, fairly thin and uncut like James. In Danny's case his foreskin fully covered his cockhead even when he was hard. He copied the older boy, grasping his cock in his right hand and slowly rubbing up and down exposing his glans with each downward stroke.

"Hey, that's a good size for your age," James told him and Danny flushed with pride at the compliment.

They continued stroke for stroke for several minutes before James asked, "Will we do each other?"

"Can we?" Danny replied. "That would be so cool."

James moved closer to the boy until their hips and thighs were touching and put his left arm around him. He took Danny's right hand and placed it on his cock and then reached over with his own right hand and grasped the boy's cock. They started stroking again but faster this time; Danny started to feel the same sensations that he had when he'd tried this alone and he hoped desperately that he wouldn't need to pee. James increased his pace and Danny did likewise; then the urge to pee came over him and he told James. "Don't worry, just let it happen," he replied to the startled boy; and before Danny could argue the most amazing, intense feelings of pleasure engulfed him as he enjoyed his first dry orgasm. As he came he let go of James' cock, arched his back and thrust his cock into the older boy's fist. James stroked the boy's cock slowly a few more times and then released him before he became too sensitive.

Gradually Danny recovered his senses, took hold of James cock again and continued to jerk him off, causing him to moan with pleasure. A few minutes later James said, "I'm going to cum," and almost immediately shot several thick ropes of semen onto his chest and stomach; the final drops trickled out and ran down his shaft and onto the hand of the stunned boy. Danny had learnt about sperm at school but was still unprepared for James' ejaculation; he stared at the thick, white globules that covered James' torso and then noticed what was on his hand.

"Yuck! I've got some of that shit on me," he complained.

James laughed, took the boy's hand in his own and licked the cum from it. Danny couldn't believe his eyes, "That's disgusting!" he exclaimed.

"How do you know if you've never tried it?" James replied. He scooped a little cum from his chest and held it out to Danny. The boy scrunched up his nose and turned his head. James ate it himself and scooped up some more, again holding it out to Danny.

Curiosity got the better of the boy and he tried some tentatively; he seemed unsure at first but then tried again and smiled, "It's weird," he said, "a bit salty but it's quite nice."

James leaned forward and kissed Danny on the forehead before pulling back and looking into the boy's face. He was smiling and his eyes shone with pleasure and desire; James leaned in again and this time kissed Danny on the lips. He pressed with his tongue and the boy's lips parted allowing him entry and they made out for several minutes before he reluctantly broke the kiss.

"We'll have to go now; I said we'd be half an hour and we've taken nearly forty five minutes," James said. "They'll be looking for us soon and we don't want anyone getting suspicious. You know you can't tell anyone about this, don't you?"

"Duh, I'm not stupid!" Danny replied with a grin. "Can we do it again?"

"Sure, if we can work out a way to get together. There are lots of other things we can do as well."

"Cool, we'll work something out."

James grabbed Danny's towel, wiped himself down and tossed it into the laundry basket before dressing and going downstairs to get the boy's clothes. Five minutes later they wandered back outside and re-joined the party.

"Come on, let's get something to eat," James said.

Danny grinned up at his new friend, "I bet it won't taste as good as what we've just had!"

 

To be continued.

 

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