Date: Thu, 05 Oct 2006 18:02:39 +0000 From: pinkpanther2@hotmail.co.uk Subject: 'Some Other Blues' 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. Feedback, including constructive criticism, is more than welcome and I always reply to it. Please send your comments to: pinkpanther2@hotmail.co.uk and I will reply as soon as I can. SOME OTHER BLUES 1 Ten o'clock in the morning and it's already getting hot. I should be at school, but I'm not. Mum has to go out to work before I get up, and I'm tired after staying up late the last couple of nights, so instead of getting up and going to school like I'm supposed to, I stay in bed for an hour, put on my playing-out clothes, have a bit of breakfast and decide to spend the day hanging out in the town centre. I've always done pretty well at school, but just recently I've started to hate it. It's all "Do this," "Don't do that," "Be quiet," "Get on with your work". It does my head in. I check how much money I've got. One pound thirty; enough to buy something to eat but that's all. I have to walk into town. It's not too far; I've done it plenty of times before. So here I am. I walk round a few of the shops, looking at the really cool clothes mum can never afford to buy me, and games for the computer I haven't got. It's half past ten, it's hot and I'm bored. I wander out onto the main shopping street. It's been `pedestrianised'; like a sort of outdoor shopping mall. On the shady side of the street two young black guys are busking in front of the big newsagents shop, one on electric guitar, the other playing this horn-thing; I think it's called a saxophone. Most of the buskers round here are total crap; mainly old blokes playing squeezeboxes, but these guys are cool. I sit down next to them, resting my back on the pillar between the newsagents and the shop next door. They finish the tune they're playing. There's a ripple of appreciation from the small crowd that's gathered round to listen. "What was that called?" I ask, looking up at them. "That's called `Some Other Blues'," the guy with the horn-thing tells me, sounding even cooler than he looks. "It's by John Coltrane." I've never heard of him. They start another tune. Sitting here is okay, but it's not what I want to be doing. I want to be hanging out with my mates doing stuff, but I can't because my mates are all at school, and doing stuff costs money and I haven't got any. It could be worse; I could be in my English class, getting hot, frustrated and even more bored than I am now. No thanks, I'll stay here. So let me tell you about me. I turned thirteen a couple of weeks ago. I'm a bit small for my age: just five feet tall and slim with blue- grey eyes and collar length brown hair that covers the tops of my ears. I live with my mum on a scruffy housing estate. Over the last few months I've started to realise that I like boys, especially my two mates, Ricky and Jonathan. We talk a lot about sex when we're together, but it's always about girls. It's not girls I'm interested in; it's them! My dick just goes hard all the time, and it's always them I'm thinking about; or another kid in our year, Greg Barron. He's really fit and his dick's amazing. It would make two of mine with plenty to spare. I can't stop dreaming about what I'd like to do with them. I try to get the thoughts out of my head but they just won't go. Every time we start talking about sex I keep hoping that we'll start messing about together, feeling each other's dicks and all that, but I don't want to start anything in case they go round telling everyone I'm gay, so it's never happened. I guess they could be thinking the same thing. I wish! I jerk myself back to the present and look round the faces in the ever-changing crowd of listeners. I clock him almost at once. I'd guess he's in his forties, medium height, fairly slim, thinning fair hair starting to go grey. He's wearing jeans, trainers and polo top, nothing that special, but cool enough. He's listening to the music all right; he's also looking at me. I pretend I haven't noticed and ignore him for a couple of minutes. When I look up again he's still there and still looking straight at me. Fuck! I've heard about guys like that; I guess everybody has. My dick's gone rock hard. I have to be sure I'm not imagining it. I get up, stroll into the newsagents and start flicking through one of the soccer mags. A minute later he's standing a few feet to my left, pretending to look at another magazine. My heart's racing. The guy has definitely followed me in; I wonder how far he's going to go with this. I put the magazine back in its place, walk out of the shop and turn immediately down the alleyway that leads to the bus station. As soon as I reach it, the men's room is right there. I go in and head straight to the long, stainless steel urinal, pulling down the front of my training pants like I'm having a piss. Within a few seconds he's there again, opening the top of his jeans and peeking across, trying to look at my dick. I'm still pretty small down there, about three inches long and fairly slim, so I just keep my hand there and make sure he can't see anything. There's no doubt at all now; the guy wants to do stuff with me. My throat feels like sandpaper. I pull the front of my training pants back up again and wander out into the sunshine. The nearest bus shelter is empty; I go and sit in it. As I sit down I see him come out of the men's room. He walks across and sits down next to me. "Hello!" he says, smiling at me. "Hello." "Not at school today?" "No, got a day off." Somehow I can tell he knows I'm lying, but he probably reckons that a kid who's up for bunking off school is probably up for a few other things as well. "So what are you doing?" he asks casually. "Nothing. Just hanging out." "I thought you might be interested in earning some money." "How much?" "Twenty." The board shorts I was looking at in the sports shop were œ17.95. I could buy them and have change for some sweets and stuff. "Have you got the money on you now?" He pulls a couple of ten pound notes out of the pocket of his jeans, then stuffs them back in again. "What d'you want?" I ask. "Come back to my flat; we'll have a bit of fun." I want to buy those pants, but I don't like the idea of going to his flat. It's too much of a risk; once I'm there he'll be able to do anything he wants. "I'm not going to your flat; suppose my mum finds out." I tell him. "But I'll go somewhere else with you." He shrugs. "Okay, that's no problem. I know somewhere we can go. My car's just round the corner. Are you cool with that?" "Yeah." "Come on then!" We get up and start heading towards his car. "What's your name?" he asks "Arron." "Hi! I'm Jim. So how old are you?" "Thirteen." "Oh, right! I thought you were a bit younger than that." That's not unusual, most people do. Mum's friends all think I'm cute. Well, whatever. "Where d'you live?" he continues. "Whitestone." "Right." It's one of the roughest neighbourhoods in the town; I guess he knows. We reach his car, a Renault Laguna, a couple of years old, not really posh but nice enough. We get in and he turns on the engine. "Where are we going?" I ask as the car pulls away from the kerb. "Hawksmoor Woods." I know roughly where it is, though I've never been there. My heart's still racing and my throat's drier than ever. This is the wildest, craziest thing I've ever done, but my dick's so hard I can feel it twitching in my underpants. "What are you going to do with me?" He smiles. "Nothing heavy; just mess about, suck your cock, feel you all over, then you play with mine, wank me off, okay? "Yeah." "Have you done this before?" "No." He smiles again. "I thought you probably hadn't. Don't worry, I won't hurt you, I promise!" The car comes to a halt on a rough car park area by some open fields. There are two other cars there, but no sign of any people. The woods are a couple of hundred yards away. He smiles across at me. "Okay! Let's go!" We get out of the car. I'm so nervous I can't even think straight. We walk across the grass and onto a narrow path that goes into the woods. There's only room for one; I go in front, trying to imagine that it's Jonathan or Ricky walking behind me. "Through that gap," he whispers. We head off the path between a couple of trees, past some thick bushes and down a small bank into a grassy hollow, just a few feet across and completely surrounded by bushes. I guess this must be it. "Right! We won't be disturbing anyone here!" he says quietly. I'm scared out of my wits. The place is so well hidden I might as well have gone to his flat. Even if I screamed I couldn't be sure that anyone would here me. "Take your tee-shirt off," he says gently. I do as I'm told. "Very nice!" he says. He pulls my training pants down. "Beautiful legs! You're gorgeous!" He kneels on the ground and puts his thumbs into the top of my underpants. A moment later they're round my ankles too. "Wow!!" he says, breathing in sharply, his eyes widening. "Beautiful little cock! Cute little balls too! Are you sure you're thirteen? You look more like an eleven year old! It's ages since I sucked one as small as that!" He gets it in his mouth and starts sucking. Ricky and Jonathan are always going on about wanting girls to do that for them; I've often wondered what it'd feel like. Now I know. I swallow hard; it's the most amazing feeling ever! His right hand runs up and down between my legs, his fingers stroking the inside of my thighs. It feels awesome. His hand comes to rest right at the top of my legs. A finger starts moving slowly up my crack, tickling me all the time. It reaches my bum-hole and tickles that too. Just incredible, I can't remember my dick ever getting as hard as this. "Turn round!" he whispers. "I want to feel your bum!" I turn round and bend down. I almost choke. He's not feeling my bum, he's licking it! That is gross! He's licking my ass! At the same time his fingers are tweaking my dick. Gross or not, this is more exciting than ever. His tongue pushes right into my bum; that turns me on so much I'm gasping for breath. After a couple of minutes he pulls back. I stand up and turn round to face him. He's still kneeling down, his jeans and boxer shorts down round his ankles. His dick looks massive next to mine, but I guess most guys' dicks would. Most of the kids I'm in my gym class with are way bigger down there than I am. He spits on his finger then goes back to sucking my cock, but much faster this time. He slides his hand between my legs and pushes his wet finger into my bum. He touches a sensitive spot right inside me. It's like a bolt of electricity shooting through my dick. He pulls his finger back a bit then does it again. It's so exciting I almost explode. He does it a third time. Suddenly these totally awesome feelings surge right through my body. "Uhh! Uhh! I need a piss!" I gasp, hardly able to speak. I try to pull back but he won't let me, he just keeps sucking and pushing his finger deeper and deeper into my bum. "Uhh! Uhh! Nnng!! Nnnngg!!! Aaahhhh!!!!" My balls go tight; my cock jerks in his mouth with a life of its own. Finally it stops. I'm sweating like I've just run half a mile fully dressed. That was so exciting; I've never felt anything like it! He gently lets me go and gets to his feet. "Will you suck mine?" he asks. "I'll pay you extra." "I'm not doing that!" I tell him firmly. I'm scared that he'll make me do it anyway, but instead he just smiles. "Okay, not a problem! Wank me off then!" I take hold of it very nervously. I allow him to position my fingers. "Right there, like that!" he tells me. "Now pull it forward over the head." I do like he says, pulling the skin forward so it's covering most of the head then letting it slide back again. "Very good!" he whispers. "You've got a beautiful touch! Now do it faster!" I speed it up. Suddenly his dick jumps right up in my hand, several jets of white sticky goo spurting out into the bushes. My eyes are out on stalks. So that's what spunk looks like! I let him go and we quickly dress ourselves. He gives me the twenty quid. "Will you take me back into town?" I ask. "Yeah! No problem!" We head back to the car and set off for town. "I'd love to see you again," he says. It's Saturday tomorrow; I could meet you by the entrance to Beechwood Park, you know, sitting on one of the benches. I'll give you twenty to come over here again, thirty if you come to my flat." My heart's still racing. I need to think about this. He was okay; he never forced me to do anything. Actually it was really exciting. I could use the money too. I've got to be careful though; if anyone finds out what I'm doing my life won't be worth living. "Okay, what time?" I ask, still not sure whether I'm going to do it or not. "Eleven o'clock. Will you come to the flat?" "Dunno. Have to think about it." "Yeah, that's cool." We're approaching the town centre. I look round. I can't see anyone I know. "Can you let me out here, please?" I ask. The car glides to a halt. "See you tomorrow!" he says, smiling warmly at me as I get out onto the street. I smile back at him and run off towards the sports shop as fast as I can go. I buy the shorts, get myself something to eat, buy a big bottle of coke and set off for home. Once I get there I put my new shorts on, making sure to throw the bag and the price tag in the bins down near the shops so mum won't see them. The shorts look totally cool; I just give a little shudder when I think what I did to get them. 0 o 0 o 0 o 0 It's just after four o'clock when I see Jonathan hanging out near his house, dressed in white soccer shorts and a dark blue tee-shirt. "Hi! You weren't at school today," he says, giving me a big smile. "No. Bunked off. It was too hot, man!" "Cool shorts! Where did you get them?" "Nicked them," I whisper. "Will you cover for me if mum says anything?" "What d'you mean? "I'll say you had them last year, but now they're too small, so you gave them to me." "Yeah, no problem." That's cool. Jon's grown quite a lot in the last year and he's several inches taller than me so it's plausible enough. He's slim like me and totally fit, with hazel eyes and dark hair cropped quite short; he looks like a bit of a rebel. He isn't really, he just looks that way. Anyway, all the girls want to go out with him. "Want to come to my place for a drink?" I ask. "Yeah! Might as well; it's too hot out here." I let us in with my key. We collect the big bottle of coke and a couple of glasses and take them up to my bedroom. I draw the curtains `to keep out the sun' and we plop down on the bed. After what went on earlier in the day I'm hornier than ever. "Jon, d'you wank off?" I ask, trying to sound casual. "Yeah, do sometimes. Quite a lot actually! Have you started doing that yet?" "Yeah! Can't cum though. Can you?" "Yeah! Not very much; I do cum though!" I glance down at his shorts. "Have you got a hard-on?" I ask, already knowing the answer. "Yeah! D'you want to, you know, do something then?" "Yeah." I reply quietly, trying to hide my excitement. At last! I've waited months for this to happen! "Is it okay to . . . . ?" "Yeah! Mum won't be home till six; we've got ages." Clothes are quickly discarded. In a matter of a few seconds Jonathan's down to his grey boxer shorts, me to my pale blue briefs. I stand in front of him while he pulls them down for me. "Still quite small," he comments, looking at my dick. He holds it in his fingers, sending a shudder of pleasure and excitement right through me. "Fuckin' hell! It's hard, isn't it?" he comments. Now it's my turn. I carefully remove his boxers. His cock's around four and a half inches, uncut like mine but much thicker; nowhere near as thick as Jim's though. His balls are firm and round, in perfect proportion. Above his cock a few dark, wispy hairs are making their first appearance. I take it in my hand and pull gently down on it, his foreskin sliding back to expose about half the small, purple head. It feels wonderful: fresh, hard, strong, alive! "Wow!" he gasps. "That is so amazing! Loads better than doing it for myself!" "Don't some of the girls do it for you?" I ask. "I wish!" he replies, giving me another stunning smile. "They get all paranoid if I just put their hand on it! You're a surprise though! I knew you hadn't started getting bigger, you know, down there. I didn't think you'd be up for this!" "Yeah!" I reply, returning his cheeky grin. "Think about it all the time!" Without another word our hands are going everywhere. This is so exciting; even better than doing it with Jim. Jonathan's been my best mate since we were five, and he's so fit; I'm loving it! I lean right over him and take his cock into my mouth, slowly pushing down on it till I've got it all. The effect is electrifying; he's squirming around all over the bed, his whole body shaking with excitement. I suck it gently, being careful not to make him cum. After a couple of minutes I let him go. He's gasping for breath. "Oh! Oh! Oh, fuckin hell, Arron! Christ! That was wicked! Fuck! I was nearly cumming!" We go back to fondling each other. Jonathan's hand goes down between my legs. I open them wide and pull my knees up. His fingers advance along my bum till he finds my hole. His fingertip goes right into me. It stings a bit. "Wet your finger!" I tell him. He does as I suggest, his finger working right into me. He touches the sensitive spot. This is so exciting, I can hardly believe it's happening. "Are you okay?" he asks, grinning down at me. "Yeah! Just keep doing that while I suck you again." I move into position, my head resting on his tummy. I moisten my lips and take his throbbing cock right into my mouth, licking all over the head and down the shaft. "Oh! Oh Arron!" he moans. "That's wicked, man! Oh! Oh!" I start to suck him, much harder this time. I slide my hand between his legs, enjoying the feel of his soft, smooth skin. My fingers touch the area behind his balls. I'm wondering if he'll stop me doing that. He doesn't. I move my fingers up till I'm tickling his bum- hole. He plays with my dick with one hand and works his finger into my bum with the other. He keeps hitting that sensitive spot. This is the best feeling ever! Suddenly those awesome feelings surge right through me again, like electricity firing off all over my body, my bum tightening round his finger. My cock jumps about wildly, pulsing and throbbing between his fingers. I'm completely off on it now. I hold the base of his cock between thumb and index finger, sucking him as hard as I can, my other fingers playing with his balls. "Oh! Oh fuck!! Arron!! I'm gonna cum!!" His balls and his thigh muscles tighten right up. "Oh! Nnng!! Nnngg!!! Aaarrrggghhhh!!!!" I stay right with it as his dick jumps up in my mouth. I taste his spunk, salty, not at all unpleasant. I pause for a second; his dick pulses again, more spunk squirting into my mouth. I screw up all my courage and swallow it. It jerks a few more times then stops. I lick up all his cum and let him go. He's completely out of it, lying there for what seems like ages, trying to get his breath back. It's been the most amazing experience of my entire life. He looks across at me. "Fuck, man!" he gasps, still breathing like an old steam engine. "That was awesome! I came loads! Fuck!!" "Promise you won't tell anyone, not even Ricky," I whisper. "Fuck! There's no way I'm gonna be saying anything," he says firmly. "This is just between us, yeah?" "Yeah, cool!" I whisper, grinning at him. I'm in seventh heaven. Sex with Jonathan was all I ever dreamed it would be and then some. It's time to get dressed. Five minutes later he's on his way home.