Date: Sun, 16 Sep 2012 09:56:25 +0100 (BST) From: Andy Email Subject: Exploring Chapter 5 Disclaimers and warnings. The important characters and place names in this story have been changed to protect the not so innocent. The story itself is fictional. Nothing like this happened that I know about. If it's illegal to read this stuff where you live, move. If you're not old enough to read this stuff, hurry up and grow up. If you don't like stories about sex between men and boys, and boys and boys, why are you here??? This story is set in the fictional universe where diseases do not exist. Unfortunately that is not our universe. So please be safe, and if you're not sure what the weather is like, put a raincoat on your little soldier! Thanks. Big thanks to Liam for editing for me. Only the three errors in this one which you picked up on so I'm getting better!! Exploring Chapter Five BBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!! Was followed by TTTHHHUUUDDD!!!!! as my alarm clock went flying across the room. For god sake, who sets an alarm for 8.30AM on a holiday???? Oh yeah, me!!! I'm meeting up with Ian and the guys this morning to play some rugby. I jump out of bed, naked of course!! Well, with an en-suite bathroom and the knowledge that unless there is a fire, my privacy is kept, why sleep in pjs?? I scamper into the bathroom and turn on the shower, remembering to let it warm up this time. I grab the shower gel and give myself a good workout in all departments, including the important one. Well, if I'm gonna be getting up close and personal to a host of hunky, sweaty, half-dressed boys, I need to make sure that my little soldier has fired all the shots he's going to before I get there. I certainly don't want a reoccurrence of last night's embarrassment. Despite what Ian said, I don't know who would be ok with me being gay and who wouldn't and last night was FAR too close to being outed. As I dried myself off, I looked in the mirror to check out that I've wiped all the suds off my face. I spot something. Hold on. What is it? I've got something on my lip!! I grab the mirror and bring it closer to my face to study. I'VE GOT HAIR!!! Growing on my lip! Well above my lip anyway!! Finally I'm growing up!!! "DAD! DAD! DAD!" I yell. About twenty seconds of my yelling brings my Dad rushing first into my bedroom, and when he hears my voice from the bathroom, he bursts in. "What's wrong Andy?" he pants out. "Are you hurt?" "Dad, look!" I say excitedly, pointing to my lip, completely forgetting I am stark bollock naked in front of him. "What?" he asks, confused as he obviously cannot see where I am hurt. "I'm getting a moustache!" I state proudly. Dad pauses for a moment, taking in my announcement. With a frown that starts to turn into a smile, he leans forward to examine my face, running a finger over my upper lip. "Yup you are indeed son," he says, pulling me into a hug. "Guess we'll have to go shopping for a shaver and teach you how to shave." "Uh uh," I react, shaking my head back and forth. "No way am I shaving this baby off yet!" "We'll see," he says. He reached up and ruffled my hair, making me pull back away from him. "Aw Dad, you know I hate it when you do that!" I complain, trying to flatten out what he's done, despite the fact I'm yet to style it this morning. "I know, but it's a Father's privilege to wind up, annoy and embarrass his son at every opportunity," he said, grinning. He made a point of noticeably looking me up and down. "I take it you ARE getting dressed before going to play, or did I interrupt that?" I look down at my naked body and with a face that was now beetroot red and nothing to do with the heat of the shower, I grab my towel I had previously dropped in my excitement of my discovery and covered up. "Okay, thanks Dad, you can leave now," I said, shoving him out of the bathroom, closing the door behind him. God I'm such a numbskull at times! This is going to give him ammunition for days! I finish drying my body and towel dry my hair, leaving it slightly damp so I can style it the way I want. I spray my deodorant all over and wander back into the bedroom and get dressed, pulling on a fresh pair of briefs, a pair of rugby shorts and my beloved Leicester Tigers home kit. I find a pair of rugby socks to complete my ensemble. I went back into the bathroom and grabbed my gel and spiked my hair into a semi fashionable look. Smiling at how I looked, I headed back out and downstairs to the kitchen. Seeing no sign of Jack, I grabbed a bowl out of the cupboard and put in a couple of Weetabix. I poured some milk into a cup and shoved it in the microwave to heat up and got myself a glass of orange juice to drink. The microwave pinged after twenty seconds and I poured the milk over the Weetabix and wondered into the conservatory, where Dad was sat reading a newspaper. "So when do you start work Dad?" I asked. "On Monday," he replied. Two day's time then. "I know you're out playing rugby with those lads today, but do you fancy doing something tomorrow?" I looked at him, and saw that he was trying to make an effort to spend some time with us, and as much as I knew I would want to go and play with the boys again on Sunday morning, I couldn't let Dad down. "Sure," I answered. "I was looking around on the internet before bed last night and there is supposed to be this kewl African Park and Garden Centre and restaurant thing just outside the village. It's called Kumaga and is free to get in." "That sounds good," Dad replied. "Maybe we can pick some plants up for the garden." I looked out for the first time at the back garden, and saw that it was pretty barren. Yes there was a lawn, which had obviously been kept well, but whoever had lived here before must have hated gardening as there were a few potted plants but a serious lack of anything else. One of Dad's pleasures was gardening. He loves to potter around, planting and replanting to get a nice garden. I don't know why sometimes cos normally by the time he gets it how he wants, and when everything has a chance to grow and bloom, we're packing up and on the move again. If anyone can explain the workings of an adult mind to me it would be greatly appreciated. "So is it okay if I try out for the rugby club?" I ask, needing to know as I'm guessing I will be asked today. "Of course it is, son," Dad replies. "How are the boots? Do they still fit or have you grown another foot again!" "NNNNNNoooooooo they still fit," I whined at him. I chuckled to myself and remembered Dad's despair as it seemed in the space of the last eighteen months, I have outgrown at least three pairs of boots, and at seventy pounds a pair, I guess I'm more than keeping him close to his credit limit on his card...NOT!! I finished my weetabix and sat, sipping at my orange juice, just enjoying being with Dad, without having to talk or do anything. Weird I guess, but it was nice all the same. When Dad starts his new job, he's gonna be doing long hours probably and more than likely have to work at weekends, even if it is only from home. I know he feels guilty about not spending a lot of time with us, but when he does, it is quality time. He is like, totally dedicated to making sure we are taken care of, that we need for nothing, but to be honest, I'd trade everything I had if the three of us could just spend another minute with my mum. The doorbell rang to bring me out of my musings and I jumped up out of my chair. I picked up my dish and glass, paused to let my Dad give me a hug as way of goodbye, trotted into the kitchen to put my things in the dishwasher and headed into the hallway to open the door. Ian, Daimon and Ryan were all stood on the doorstep, rugby ball being tossed between the two younger boys. "Ready?" Ian asked. "Yup, let go," I replied. "BBBBYYYYYYYEEEEEEE!!!!!!!" I shouted inside, and shut the door behind me. We headed over to the park, making small talk along the way. Ryan and Daimon babbling away over wanting to go and see The Lorax, or something like that. I looked at Ian in confusion. "It's the new Disney film, one of the Dr Seuss things," he told me. Still none the wiser, I just shrugged and decided to let it drop. We turned the corner of the street and saw Harry, Pete and Dylan waiting by the swings. Daimon gave a shout of greeting, drop kicked the ball high into the air towards the three waiting lads and ran after it. "Watch this," Ian said, pointing at where Dylan had started to move to catch the ball. I cringed in anticipation of the collision of the two boys as Daimon leapt into the air to try to claim the ball. My mouth dropped in astonishment as the eleven year old stretched and took the ball a good foot above the older boy's head, twisted his body in the air to avoid contact and landed on his feet. He blew a kiss at Dylan and fired a pass at the unsuspecting Harry, who took it in the stomach and groaned as he doubled over. "What the f.." I said. "Daimon is the best ball chaser at the club," Ian told me. "He wins virtually every chase he goes for." "I'll say!" said Ryan, who broke into laughter as we saw Dylan pantsie the chocolate coloured boy. "NOT FAIR!" Daimon whined, pulling his shorts back up, covering up what looked like a very cute backside. I felt myself begin to stir downstairs and I guess Ian must have guessed as well as with a hard shove, he pushed me towards the group, making me stumble and fight to keep my balance, which I successfully did. I turned back towards the older boy and gave him a smirk. "You'll have to try better than that skip!" I taunted. Ian just grinned, nodded to Pete who threw me the ball. I took it easily, turning to see who was available to pass it to. I was just about to pass to Daimon when I found myself on my back, looking up at the blue sky, wondering why I was lying down. I felt the arm around my midrift and looked down to see a grinning Harry who had blindside tackled me. "Thought you were like some big tough centre!" he teased. I grabbed him and dug my fingers into his side, and got no reaction other than a smirk. "I'm not ticklish mate!" Harry said with a proud smile. "He is though," Ian so nicely informed everyone. "Thanks bud!" I said sarcastically, and then began to worry as Harry's smile turned into a grin of pure evil. Uh oh!! I bucked him off me before he had a chance to try anything and jumped to my feet, still holding the ball. "Well at least you didn't spill the ball, Andy," Pete said. We spent the next couple of hours throwing the ball around, practising high kicks and catches, and tackling, all under Ian's instruction. I was really impressed with his knowledge of how to get the younger lads to improve their skills, and how he incorporated a lot of different moves into some of the plays. "Let's take a break guys," Ian said, much to my relief after I had been on the end of a particularly heavy hit by Pete. We headed over to a shaded area, where there were a couple of bags, which turned out to be supplies that Pete, Dylan and Harry had bought with them. Bottled water and bananas were handed out and we sat there, recovering, catching our breath. "Hey there's Karl!" Daimon suddenly shouted. "KARL KARL KARL!!! Come over here." I looked to where the eleven year old was facing and saw a kid who was dressed completely in black, even on a hot day like this! I could tell immediately that he was an "emo" as his hair was obviously dyed black as well. His t-shirt seemed to hang off him, suggesting he was skinny rather than well built like the rest of the guys. The boy looked over, and started to walk over, until he looked at me. He stopped suddenly and I could almost see him trying to decide whether to continue or not. "Karl, this is Andy," Ian said to him. "He's just moved here, and he's cool, don't worry." Ian turned to me and whispered to me. "Look be nice to Karl ok, he's got some self confidence issues, but he's a really cool kid." "Hey no worries," I replied. "I'm always nice!" I grinned at Ian, and looked up at the now arrived Karl. "Hey Karl, what's going on?" Harry asked. "Nothing," he shrugged. "Just needed to get away from them for a bit." Oh...trouble?? I thought I'd better introduce myself anyway. "Hey Karl, I'm Andy," I said, raising a hand. He looked at me, holding my gaze almost like I was in a trance for a few moments. It was almost like he was looking into my soul. I gave him a weak smile, and was pleased when his frown changed into a small smile of his own. "Hey," he said simply, shaking my hand. "So what are they doing now?" Dylan asked him. I could see Karl deciding on what to answer. "Um, maybe Karl doesn't want to say anything as he's only just met me?" I said, giving Karl a get out. "If it's private, then I'm not sure he should say." Ian gave me an approving smile, and motioned to Karl and they got up and walked a short distance away. "Maybe he wouldn't eat the banana today," Daimon suddenly said, and made a bobbing motion on his, in imitation of a blow job. I was a bit shocked that firstly Daimon would know about blow jobs, and secondly, had he just outed Karl to me? My second thought was somewhat confirmed when three different fists found various parts of Daimon's arms in retribution. "OWWW! What was that for?" Daimon whined. "You fucking know what mophead!" Harry said. "You don't go saying stuff like that about people in front of others." "Why not? Andy will be okay about it," he countered. "I mean, he's gay as well." I sprayed my mouthful of water that I had just taken, showering Pete in the process. "What do you mean?" I demanded. "What makes you think I'm gay?" Daimon gve me a long look and rolled his eyes at me in a way that belied his young age. "You got a stiffy when you looked at my ass earlier, and you kept getting one whenever you had your hands on me," the eleven year old demon child said, giggling as he did. I felt my face burn up immediately, as to be honest, everything he said had been true. Pete saw this and guessed that Daimon wasn't far from the truth and scooted over to put his arm around me. "Look Andy, ignore mophead here," he said, trying to put me at ease. "If you are gay, so what. If you're not, we'll let you take first smack when we pull down his shorts as punishment!" Daimon gave a squeak and sprang to his feet, before being tripped by Harry, who wrestled him to the ground. "Lemme go, lemme go," Daimon begged out. "No spanking, you know I don't like that." I looked at his fearful face and decided to trust what Pete had said, and also the fact that Ian was okay with it, I didn't think he would be friends with a group of homphobes. "You can let him up," I said quietly. "He's right. I hope that's okay with you guys." Harry opened his mouth in astonishment, and Daimon having taken advantage and wriggled free, ran over to me and jumped on me, wrapping his legs and arms around me. "I knew it, I knew it," the fuzzy haired boy said, before planting a kiss right on my mouth. Stunned it took me a few moments to react, before I pulled away from him. "Fuck sake mophead," Ryan started to complain. "You can't out a guy then jump his bones in the middle of a park!" "STOP CALLING ME MOPHEAD!" Daimon cried. I could see him holding back tears, so I pulled him back into me. "It's okay Daimon, honestly," I soothed him. "I like your hair like it is." I rubbed his back a couple of times and was rewarded with a smile of stunning brilliance. Perfect white teeth shined even brighter because of his half cast skin. "Well if you didn't guess, Daimon thinks he is gay as well," Pete said. "Uh uh!!" came from Daimon's mouth, now buried on my shoulder. "I KNOW! Otherwise why would I have let Dylan do me?" That brought me back to the moment, having been getting lost in the feeling of holding the smaller boy. I looked over at the older boy, who was now blushing furiously himself. "Um, look, it was just a bit of fun and messing around ok," the brown haired boy stuttered out. "I've got a girlfriend now." Fortunately Ian and Karl happened to walk back to us at this point, which stopped the conversation in it's tracks. Ian took at glance at Daimon curled around my body, and gave a brief smile. "Look guys, its getting close to lunch, and Karl is gonna come back mine," Ian announced. "I'll ring round later to see if anyone's out." A round of see yas and byes followed, and as I said mine, Karl's eyes met mine again. I saw a faint smile hover on his lips, but still, his eyes had a hidden pain behind them, I was sure. I was going to have to find out what was up at some stage otherwise it would bug the hell out of me, but as I looked around, I could see the others also getting up and making arrangements to split up. "Andy, do you want to come back to mine?" a bubbly Daimon asked. There was no chance I could say no to the excitable bundle of boy, so with a nod, I was rewarded with a high five. "Andy, we'll be back out at around 4pm, if he hasn't worn you out!" Dylan laughed, which earned a scowl from Daimon. "I just wanna hang with him is all," the younger boy whined. "I know pipsqueak," Dylan grinned at him, ruffling his hair, making a big show of wiping off his hand afterwards. "Jeez Dai, how much stuff you got in there?" Daimon smirked as he gave the older boy the finger. "Um, so guess I'll see you guys later?" I asked, unsure of what was happening. "Yeah, we're just gonna meet back here, chill and see what else happens," Ryan informed me. "Kewl..see you later then," I replied, as Daimon took hold of my arm to drag me in the opposite direction to the rest of them. I could tell that he was bursting to say something, but worried about what it was, I preempted him by saying we'll talk more in private. I offered to buy him an ice cream from Tescos, wanting one myself, which brought a nod of approval from him. We wondered in and he led me straight to the back of the store where the frozen products were stored and pulled open one of the doors. He leaned in and grabbed a chocolate magnum. As I love the chocolate covered ice cream lolly myself, I picked one for myself and we headed to the counter. The queue was pretty big so Daimon pushed me past it and I saw a couple of self service tills which I thought was a cool idea. I scanned the two lollies and put my money in the slot. A wicked thought crossed my mind as I suddenly had visions of putting something into Daimon's little slot! I felt myself get hard for the umpteenth time as I thought of his fit little body. "What?" I asked to him, as I turned to hand him his ice cream but he just flashed me a grin and nodded to my lower regions. Oh crap, I was tenting! "Shut up!" I said, pushing him in front of me to try to hide my problem from view. We slowly ate the magnums as Daimon led me down a couple of streets and finally stopped outside a blue door in the middle of two shops. I looked a little confused until he took a keyring out of his pocket and there was a key and a grey plastic thing on it. He held the plastic thing upto a metal box on the wall, and I heard a buzzing noise. Daimon pushed the door open and we were in a small hallway leading to a flight of stairs. "Me and Mom live in an apartment," Daimon said as way on answering my obvious question. "Oh, cool," I replied. We took the stairs a couple at a time, and after an eternity of climbing, well two floors anyway, we arrived at his front door which he promtly opened and we went in. "Mom will be down the pub with Dave so we've got ages before they'll come back," he announced as he led me through a smaller hallway into the lounge which also had the kitchen attached to it. There was magazines and papers scattered across the room. Half filled ashtrays littered the table and a few cans were knocked over on the floor. Without sounding rude, it looked a mess. "Want a coke?" he asked. "Sure, you got any diet?" I replied. "Noway!" he grimaced. "Horrible stuff!" He led me to the kitchen area and I saw at least three days of dirty dishes in the sink and on the side. I tried to hide my expression at the mess, and must have succeeded as Daimon opened the fridge and pulled out two cans of Tescos own brand coke. Without meaning to, I had managed to have a glance inside and saw that it was devoid of food, having just some beer and sodas inside. "Come on, lets go my room," he announced, and he grabbed my hand to pull me back into the small corridor and into one of the rooms, which was fairly small. There was just enough room for a single bed, a wardrobe and chest of drawers and a table which had a small portable tv with a PS2. Again, the place was like a pigsty. Clothes were scattered all over the floor, I saw at least two more plates that had dried food on them, which obviously had been there more than a day. A couple of posters of Birmingham City adorned the walls. Daimon sat on his bed and told me to do the same. I did, watching where I walked first. "Go on then Daimon, ask me what you wanted to," I said to him. "So are you really gay or just playing like Dylan was?" he asked me. "I dunno really yet," I admitted. "But at the moment, I don't find girls sexy but I do find boys and men." Why was I opening up to this boy I had only met the day before??? "Kewl," was all Daimon said, as his smile returned to his face. "I really like boys as well." "Well at the moment, you may be too young to know for sure," I started, trying to remember the conversation that my Dad had with me when I first came out to him. "Uh uh," was his reply. "Can I kiss you?" WOW! Maybe this isn't a good idea Andy. His parents could come back at any time despite what he said, and to be caught kissing a boy three years younger wouldn't be good. As I was trying to formulate a response that wouldn't hurt his feelings, I had obviously taken too long and he leaned into me and he touched his lips to mine. All rational thought left my mind and I found myself pulling the boy on top of me as I laid backed onto his bed. I opened my mouth at his tongue's urging and I found myself kissing a boy properly for the first ever time. My hands moved down his shirt and got underneath the cotton material and I felt his smooth skin. I got harder than I ever had been before as his hands followed my example. I moaned as he ran his small hands up my chest and he grazed his fingers over my nipples. That nearly sent me over the edge, and I grabbed his small, firm bottom and pulled him into me, created friction between our bodies. I humped myself upwards and started to shudder as the pleasure of orgasm started to take over my body. "NNNoooo!!" I heard Daimon screech, as he got himself out of my grasp and lifted himself off me. Confused and scared that I had gone too far, I looked down at him, only to see him scooting around on the bed and he grabbed my shorts. With a single yank, he had me naked from the waist down and in one motion, swallowed my six inches into his mouth. I bucked at the feeling of his warm mouth, and as he sealed his lips around my shaft, I felt myself shoot for the first time. I tried to warn him, but couldn't get the words to become comprehensible. Shot after shot of my cum filled Daimon's mouth and as the last spurt dribbled itself out of my dick, I slumped back onto the bed. "You taste really great Andy," Daimon said with a smile, as he licked around his lips, catching the couple of drops that had escaped his oral vacuum. He moved up the bed and laid on top of me again, kissing me once more. I thought I could taste my cum in his mouth, which I wasn't sure if I liked or not, but as he had just given me my first ever blow job, there was no way I wasn't gonna give him what he wanted. "Daimon, that was amazing," I gushed to him, getting his now trademark grin. "See, told you I was gay!" he chirped at me, taking my hand and moving it down his body, settling it on his shorts, where I could feel his stiffness through the material. I looked at him and saw a need in his eyes. Now I've never got a boy naked, in a room, that has wanted to do anything sexual with me before, and I've only ever seen stuff on the internet, which obviously isn't the same as doing it yourself in real life. I mean, you can watch Cristiano Ronaldo do his tricks over and over, but does that mean you can do it? "Look Daimon, I've never, um, like, done anything before," I stuttered out. "It's kewl Andy," Daimon said. "If you don't wanna do me back, it's kewl." "NO! I want to, I'm just, well, I've never done it before and I don't wanna mess up." I admitted. "Don't worry bout that Andy, I'll tell you how to start, and I bet you get it straight away!" he said, reassuring me. I nodded at him, and pushed myself up and moved down the bed. This was it, I was gonna see my first proper naked dick, showers not counting! I gave Daimon a feel through his shorts and got a nice moan from him. I gripped the sides of his shorts and with Daimon lifting his bottom off the bed, I gave them a tug and they came down to his knees. I gazed at the boy in front of me, now just clad in his briefs, having removed his top himself. He certainly looked like he had a nice size inside his briefs. I did notice that they weren't necessarily in the best condition, but I didn't care about that at the moment. I leaned in and smelled him through the cotton, which got a slight laugh from him. "No-one's ever just smelled me there before," Daimon giggled. "I just want to experience all of you," I replied, but in my head thinking I may be a bit weird for wanting to smell him. I eased his briefs down and gasped as his little erect member came into view. He was totally hairless, as I would have expected, but his dick looked like it was hard as iron. I'm guessing it must have been about the length of my little finger, and his balls were nice and small as well, tucked up tight against his body. "Take it in your fingers and lick up and down at first," he instructed. I did as he asked and was rewarded with a tangy taste. Nothing nasty, just what I guess I should have expected after we had been playing hard rugby for the previous couple of hours. I took a gamble with myself and left his cock alone for a moment and moved my tongue onto his balls. I licked, kissed and sucked them like I had seen online. I guess I was doing a good job cos Daimon's moans turned louder. "Finish me Andy, pleeeeeeeease," he begged me. I moved my mouth back onto his dick and easily engulfed it all in one go. I couldn't believe how a piece of flesh that doesn't have any proper bone within it could be so hard. Hey I do biology!! I know my human anatomy!! And I have studied the male penis in great detail!! I bobbed up and down on it, trying to do what I had seen and also what the little guy had done to me. Daimon's moans increased in quantity and he started to grunt and force his dick into my mouth in a fucking motion. He gripped my head and I let him ride his orgasm as I felt his cock quiver and try to shoot sperm that wasn't yet in his balls. He squeaked one last time and let my head go and flopped back. I moved my body up to be on a level with his and kissed him briefly on the lips before laying beside him. He turned into me, moving an arm and one of his legs over my body, snuggling his head onto my shoulder. I could feel myself begin to doze and thought I really shouldn't but when I heard a slight snore from Daimon's mouth and looked at him, I saw an angel lying cuddled to me and thought to myself whether there was any place I would rather be. To be continued!! This is my first attempt at writing. Hope you enjoyed it. Andy. Please be aware that this story is in the Adult Youth section for a reason. It just may take Andy some time to get there!! 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