Date: Mon, 02 Apr 2007 20:23:21 +0000 From: pinkpanther2@hotmail.co.uk Subject: 'July Through September' Chapter 25. This story is a work of erotic fiction. If reading erotic fiction is illegal where you live, please leave this page now. If you are under age for reading this type of material, please leave this page now. This story contains scenes of sexual interaction involving both underage boys and older guys. If this is not what you wish to read, please leave this page now. Well, guys, we've nearly made it. I'll post the final chapter later this week. Feedback, including constructive criticism, is more than welcome and I always reply to it. To send comments, please e-mail : pinkpanther2@hotmail.co.uk and I will reply as soon as I can. TWENTY FIVE IAN Tuesday morning, Mum and dad have already left; Billy and I are pottering around in the kitchen, finishing breakfast and easing our way into the day. "I said I'd walk to school with Gary Robertson this morning," Billy tells me. "You don't mind, do you?" "No, of course not." "See you later then," he says brightly; gives me a big grin and makes his way out of the front door. Gary's in the same tutor group as Billy and lives just round the corner; he's a good kid too. I'm pleased that Billy's making friends so quickly. If we hung out together at school people would soon realise something was going on, so we don't. Somehow it makes the time that we do have together that much more special. A few minutes later the doorbell rings. I open it to find Mark standing there, the same as usual. "I owe you an apology," he says as we head out into the pale morning sunshine. "Remember when we played Auckliffe and their coach was perving on us?" "Yeah?" "Then afterwards we saw him drive out and you thought it might have been the guy, you know, that we saw coming out of the woods?" "Yeah?" "Well it was. Yesterday after school I had training with the Malston Schools' soccer squad. A few of the Auckliffe team were there, you know, the goalkeeper Gavin and couple of others. They told me. Their team's almost fallen apart over it. Some of the parents won't let their kids play for the team any more. They just about scraped a team together for the match on Sunday; they lost 4-0. Sorry, I should have listened to you." I feel the colour draining from my face. This is one time that I would have been happier if I'd been wrong. While he was looking at us he was probably thinking about what he'd like to be doing with us, probably the same thing he did to Billy. That is sick! Scary too, to think we were that close to the guy. We complete our walk in virtual silence. 0 o 0 o 0 o 0 IAN Third period is our first gym and fitness lesson. We've got Mr. Griffiths; we call him Dai, though I don't think that's his real name. He's definitely Welsh though and a Rugby fanatic, not that I hold that against him. He's hard but fair, with a good sense of humour. As long as you try your best he's okay. We quickly get changed and head into the gym. "Right, lads," he tells us. "We're going to do half an hour of exercises and then you'll do a circuit of the cross-country course." There are groans from some of the overweight kids, but it won't do them any good, they'll have to do it just the same. He eases us into the exercises, nothing too strenuous to begin with. Gradually the exercises get a bit harder. Mark, Jerome Campbell and Richard Maitland do them all superbly. I'm not bad; I struggle a bit with some of the upper-body exercises but that's `cause I'm so slim. Dad says that will sort itself out as I get older. Shaun seems to be doing okay too, certainly much better than he was at playing soccer. Finally it's time for our run. I always look forward to this; it's one of the few things where I can beat Mark, and everyone else for that matter. I ran the course in nine minutes twenty five seconds the last time we did it, which was back before Easter. I wonder what I'll be able to manage today. We set off from the highest point on the school field and run steadily downhill for just under half a mile. After the initial charge the field starts to spread out. By the time we've run the first quarter mile I've usually only got Mark for company. Jerome's a good sprinter but he's useless over longer distances; Richard just isn't a runner. After that I can just run comfortably until we start to run back up the hill at the end, then I just pull away. Today's different though; Shaun's with us too and he's running right on my shoulder. Instinctively, I push the pace on a bit. It doesn't seem to bother Shaun too much, but I can sense that right behind us Mark's hanging on. At the bottom of the field we turn into Keeper's Wood, following a track that runs for a little over half a mile and brings us back onto the field about fifty yards away from where we left it. Mark finds running on the rough, uneven track pretty difficult, so I've never have to run that hard through here, but Shaun seems to love it. By the time we've run another hundred yards Mark's off the back. That leaves just me and Shaun. After the rain we've had over the past week or so the track's pretty muddy in places. It doesn't bother him at all; he just ploughs right through it, matching me stride for stride. Wow! This is quick! We leave the track and turn back onto the school field. It's uphill all the way now, not steep, but still very demanding at the end of the run. I'm good at this though; it's time to make it count. I dig in, determined to shake him off. He's obviously tired too, but he's still with me. I keep pushing, but he's stuck to my shoulder like someone glued him there. Two hundred yards to go, my legs are screaming and my chest feels like it's on fire. I'm not giving up though and neither is Shaun. Standing at the finish, Dai Griffiths is shouting encouragement. I'm desperately tired, just running from memory. Very slowly the finish gets closer; a hundred yards, eighty, seventy. Shaun's right alongside me; he glances across. In a flash he sprints away, leaving me trailing behind. As I cross the line, Shaun's waiting for me, hand outstretched. "Well done, mate!" he says quietly. "Great run, I really enjoyed that." I sink down onto the grass. I've never run that hard in my life! Mark's coming up the hill, finishing over twenty seconds behind us. Shaun stands at the finish and shakes his hand too, then the two of them flop down next to me as we wait for the rest of the group to come in. Mark looks even more shattered than me. Shaun ran the course in eight minutes fifty one seconds; I was three seconds behind. I've run over half a minute faster than I have before and lost. No wonder Dai Griffiths was impressed. Five minutes later everyone's back. "Okay lads!" Mr Griffiths announces. "Back to the changing room, strip off and straight in the showers! No excuses, mind!" We troop back into the changing room and start to peel our kit off. We never had a shower after games last Thursday because the pitch was pretty dry and anyway it was our last class of the day. Today, after running through the woods we really need one. Nobody cheats, even though Dai Griffiths never watches us go through the showers; he has ways of spotting kids who haven't showered, he has ways of dealing with them too. I don't mind having a shower anyway; it's no big deal as far as I'm concerned. I'm just getting dry when Shaun emerges from the shower with a raging hard-on. "Oh look!" Olly Jackson chortles. "The new kid's got a stiffy!" "Shut up, Olly!" I snap at him. "Why? Is he your boyfriend?" he sneers. I could thump him on the nose, but that would not be a good idea; I'd get excluded from school for three days and mum and dad would not be pleased. I'd be grounded for at least a week and have my pocket money stopped. The stupid little smart-arse isn't worth that sort of trouble, but I've hesitated and lost the moment. Some of the other boys are sniggering. Olly just loves that! I'm kicking myself for letting him get away with it. An unexpected voice intervenes. "He told you to shut up," Mark says calmly. "Now I'm telling you to shut up. D'you want to argue?" The sniggering stops; the whole changing room is totally silent. Olly doesn't want to argue, of course; there isn't a kid in our year that would. "So remind us, Olly," Mark continues, "where did you finish in that run just now?" Olly doesn't answer. "Oh, I remember, it was last." Mark announces. Some of the other kids start giggling; Olly's fighting back the tears; he hates being reminded how useless he is. "You're very clever when you're dishing it out, aren't you, Olly?" Mark asks pointedly. "It's not so nice when you're on the receiving end, is it?" He strolls back to his clothes and starts to get dressed. I'm gobsmacked. Mark stays out of other kids' arguments; he doesn't like to get involved. Dai Griffiths appears from the staff changing room. "You hear that, Oliver Jackson?" he barks. "If you can't take it, don't dish it out!" He turns to Mark. "You grew a tongue from somewhere, Mark Lawlor!" he says approvingly. "I was beginning to think you hadn't got one." He clears his throat. "Right, lads! Get yourselves dressed, quietly now! Go when you're ready!" Wow! Something really special just happened. When I really needed him, Mark was there for me, for Shaun too. It reminds me that he's best mate I could ever have, if I didn't already know it. It's told me something else too. He knows about me and Billy, not that we've talked about it. He's just let me know that he's okay with it. 0 o 0 o 0 o 0 BILLY It's time for bed, my favourite time of day. I mean, life has really looked up since I you know what happened, all of it's pretty good just now, better than it ever used to be, but this is our special time, me and Ian, when we can do whatever we want. So we're on his bed, snogging, my tongue's in his mouth and his is in mine. It feels amazing! I rest my head on his tummy and take his hard, slim cock into my mouth. Before I started renting I'd never have dreamed I'd get into sucking other kids' cocks, but with Ian I just can't get enough of it. I slide my hand down between his legs; he pulls his knees up a bit and guides my fingers right onto his bumhole. I massage him very gently, my index finger making small circles around his pucker. "Oh, wow!" he breathes! "Billy! That feels wicked!" He takes my hand again, placing my middle finger right onto his hole. After what happened to me, I'm very nervous about this; the last thing I want to do is to hurt him. I tickle it, not really trying to push in. "Mmmm! Mmmm!!" he moans, pulling his knees up a bit further to make it easier for me. I open the drawer of his bedside cabinet. There's a tube of KY that his dad put there for him. That's weird; very cool but weird all the same. It's the first time we've used it. I squeeze some onto my fingers. I put my index finger right onto his hole and push. For a moment or two nothing happens, then he relaxes and my finger slides in to the first knuckle. "Oooh yeah!" he gasps. "Push it further in!" I do as he says. My finger hits a hard, knobbly thing inside his bum; his cock twitches wildly, the tip hitting the roof of my mouth. "Oooh, Billy! Do it! Please!" I pull my finger back then stuff it in again. "Ohh! Oh, oh yeah!!" he moans, his muscles all tensing up. I grab his right hand a place it on the back of my head. Within seconds I'm into a rhythm, sucking his cock and finger-fucking his bum. He's going wild, his head thrown right back, his breathing ragged and noisy. I know he's close. "Uhhh! Uhhh!!" he gasps. "I'm gonna cum! Nnnng! Nnnngg! Aaarrrggghhh!!!" He doesn't disappoint, several volleys of his spunk squirting hard into my mouth. I gulp it down, making sure I don't miss a single drop. Slowly and carefully I let him go. We lie snuggled up together while he gets his breath back. I'm expecting him to return the favour, same as usual, but he has other ideas. "Kneel across my chest!" he whispers. I get onto my knees and straddle him; He puts the pillow behind his head and pushes himself up on his elbows, so my cock's pointing right at his mouth. He licks his lips, opening his mouth to invite me in. I crawl forward, his warm wet mouth closing round my cock. He takes my hands, placing them on either side of his head; he holds me around the thighs, his fingers gripping me just below my bum. This is unreal; I can hardly believe he wants this, but I'm not complaining. I set to work, fucking his mouth like it was going out of fashion. After getting such a buzz sucking him off, there's no way I'm going to last long. After barely a minute my balls go tight, my spunk ripping through my cock and spurting over and over into his waiting mouth. After a few seconds I ease my way out from between his lips and sink back onto his tummy. As soon as I've got my breath back I climb off him and flop down onto the bed. He rolls over on top of me, our mouths meeting in a major lip-lock. Then I taste it; my spunk running from his mouth to mine. Oh fuck! That is so wild! It's pretty funny too; I guess people might not be surprised at a kid like me, but Ian's a nice kid from a really great family, does well in school and all the rest of it; looks so sweet and innocent too. Then we go to bed and he's up for just about anything. His mum and dad are cool about him being gay, but I'm sure even they'd be shocked if they knew what a total horn-dog he is. And how much further will he want us to go? I'm not totally sure, but I can have a very good guess. 0 o 0 o 0 o 0 IAN We're three weeks into term. Things are still going well. The only real problem has been about homework. Billy just isn't used to doing it; he's not stupid but he's way behind where he ought to be. Dad's been brilliant with him, helping, encouraging; even dealing with a few tears and tantrums when Billy's got really frustrated. But he always insists that the work has to be done and done properly, and it always is. Billy will come back to our room beaming with pride when he's done something he thought he couldn't do. Other times he comes back a bit shame-faced when he's given dad a hard time. I know he appreciates how patient dad's been. I can see the difference too. He's more confident, getting used to what's expected of him, feeling more like part of the family, I guess. It seems to be working. It's been good for me too. I know I've got to set the right example, about doing homework, doing chores around the house, everything. I promised mum and dad I wouldn't let them down and I won't. It's funny; the chores I always used to hate just seem to fly past when Billy and I are doing them together. Of course, our nights together have been the highlight. It's not that we stay up having sex for hours, not usually anyway. Most nights it's all over in half an hour, but somehow it's everything we need it to be. I sleep like a log afterwards; it seems like Billy does too. There have been a couple of nights when mum and dad have gone out for the evening, like last Friday. Then we can really go to town! Once they were out of the house we got straight down to it; we were at it for about three hours. It was awesome! We haven't gone all the way yet, but we will soon. I really want to have him inside me, but I'm pretty scared too; I know it's going to hurt. I want to be really well prepared before we do it. Last Friday was the first time Billy got two fingers up there. I was a bit sore afterwards, but it was okay. He's done that four times now and it's definitely getting easier. I'll be ready for him soon. He seems pretty surprised that I want him to do that; to be honest I am too, but I just do. We just finished another wonderful session. Billy sucked my cock and fingered my bum; after I'd cum he straddled my chest and fucked my mouth. I love Billy so much; meeting him has totally changed my life. I slip my boxers back on and slide into bed. "Goodnight Billy," I say quietly, turning out the bedside light. "Goodnight bruv!" he whispers. 0 o 0 o 0 o 0 IAN Something's happening! What's going on? What's that noise? Sounds like somebody crying, screaming almost. Now I'm awake. Somebody is crying; it's Billy. Oh, fuck! He's having a nightmare, just like Mrs Sharp warned us about. I flick on the light. Billy's crying and writhing about, wrestling with the duvet. I'm out of bed and across the room in a second. I kneel down by his bed; I want so much to put my arms round him, but Mrs Sharp said not do that until he wakes up, it could frighten him even more. "Billy! Billy!" I say in a loud whisper right in his ear. "It's me; Ian! It's okay, you're safe now; nobody's going to hurt you!" "Aaaggghhh!!" he groans. Suddenly he's facing me, his eyes open. Perspiration is running off him. "I'm sorry!" he mumbles. "He was there and he was doing it and I was trying to get away and I couldn't ." He bursts into tears. I stroke his hair; he's been sweating so much it's quite damp. It reminds me why he's here; things have gone so well these last few weeks I'd almost forgotten how we got together like this. "Just let it out, Billy," I whisper. "I'm here." It's two or three minutes before he stops sobbing. He looks at me, his eyes all red. "Can I come and sleep with you in your bed? he asks. "Yeah, no problem," I tell him. I lead him across to my bed, settle him in and get in beside him. It's a bit of a tight squeeze, like that matters. A minute later he's fast asleep in my arms. In a way, this is the most special thing I've ever done. Billy really needed me just now; I was there for him and that's more important than anything.