Date: Thu, 12 Oct 2006 18:33:02 +0000
From: pinkpanther2@hotmail.co.uk
Subject: 'Some Other Blues' Chapter 2.

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                                  2

It's twenty past nine when I finally get out of bed. I open the
curtains slightly and look out. A cloudless blue sky tells me it's
going to be hot again. My brain's spinning. Jim's expecting me to
meet him by the gates of Beechwood Park at eleven o'clock. So what am
I going to do? I mean, he never hurt me or anything; actually it was
pretty exciting, but I'm not sure if I want to do it again. I go to
the bathroom for a piss and a quick wash. Back in my bedroom I pull
on a clean pair of briefs, my new shorts and my best Bart Simpson tee-
shirt. I head down to the kitchen and set about a bowl of Rice
Krispies. It's so difficult! It isn't that I mind him doing stuff
with me, but it makes me a rent-boy doesn't it? Fuck! It's not that I
can't use the money. I can blag mum that I've got a Saturday job down
at the market or something. She won't ask; she never does, too busy
worrying about making enough money to keep us both.

But what if someone finds out what I've been doing? Then the shit's
in the fan bigtime. The truth is that I've always depended on
Jonathan to look after me, at school especially. He's pretty hard,
great at sports, soccer, running, you name it. He can handle himself
too. I'm not like that; I can't fight and the other kids know it. But
Jon's always been there when I needed him. He beat the shit out of
the last kid who had a pop at me. What would he think if he knew I
was renting it? He wouldn't understand. His dad's an electrician and
makes good money; his mum works too. They've bought their house and
they'll be off on holiday to Spain in a few weeks. Jon always has
cool clothes to wear, computer and computer games; he just doesn't
know what it's like not having any money. If he found out what I was
doing he might not want to have anything more to do with me. I know
he liked having me suck him off, but that's different. My whole life
could turn into a total nightmare.

And what about Jon, anyway? What me and Jon did together was just so
awesome! But will he want to do it again? I know I do; I can't wait!
But maybe he'll think it was all a big mistake and try to pretend
that it never happened or something. I mean, it all just happened,
like bang! One minute we were just two ordinary kids like we've
always been; the next minute I'm sucking him off while he plays with
my dick and feels my bum. Shit! I hope he does want to do it again!

But back to the immediate problem: am I going to meet Jim or not? Oh
fuck! I sort of want to do it and I certainly want the money, but is
it worth the risk? It isn't; I know it isn't. I wash my breakfast
things, lock up the house and make my way round to Ricky's place;
that's where we always meet on a Saturday. Maybe in a few weeks I'll
have forgotten all about it. Or maybe I won't.

                            0 o 0 o 0 o 0

I spend the whole weekend with Jon and Ricky, hanging out, playing
computer games, going swimming. We all change in separate cubicles at
the swimming pool so I never even get a chance to see them naked.
Apart from that, Ricky's with us the whole time; I keep hoping that
Jon and I will get a few moments on our own so I can say something
about . you know, but it never happens. So frustrating! My dick keeps
going hard all the time. It's a good job that it's pretty small and
these shorts hide it okay.

                            0 o 0 o 0 o 0

Monday afternoon, I'm on the way out of school with Jon.

"What time does your mum finish work?" he asks.

"Six o'clock," I tell him.

"Shall I come round, then?"

Music to my ears! "Yeah, cool!" I respond enthusiastically.

We walk back along Whitestone Crescent without saying another word.
My dick's so hard it hurts. After what seems like forever we reach my
house.

"Okay," Jon tells me, "I'm just going to get changed. I'll be ten
minutes."

"Cool!"

I make my way inside. Up in my bedroom I draw the curtains and change
into my playing out clothes. It's the longest ten minutes of my
entire life. At last the doorbell rings. Jonathan's there in black
soccer shorts and a white top. His legs are so long now the shorts
only come halfway down his thighs. He is so hot! We climb the stairs
and close the bedroom door behind us.

"I was worried you wouldn't want to do this again," I tell him,
reaching down to put my hand on his cock. It's rock hard.

"No chance of that!" he replies, grinning at me. "Having you do it is
way better than just doing it for myself! Fuck! I wanted to get
something on over the weekend, but Ricky was there the whole time; I
never got a chance! I was so horny I didn't know where to put
myself!"

Without another word we start to strip off. Finally we pull down each
others underwear. Jon's cock is so beautiful I can hardly wait to get
it in my mouth again. We snuggle up on my bed, stroking and fondling
each other. Having his warm, fit body so close to my own is just
awesome! This is heaven; I never want it to end! After a couple of
minutes I scoot down the bed and settle my head on his tummy. I hold
the base of his cock between thumb and index finger and start to lick
up and down his shaft. The quiet moans and ragged breathing tell me
that this is exactly what he wants! I remove my hand and lick all
over his balls. He's writhing and squirming, his hands clenching and
unclenching as he experiences each new sensation. I slowly lick right
up his shaft then pull his foreskin back so I can lick all over the
small, shiny head. Very, very slowly I put it into my mouth and sink
down on it until my lips reach his few little pubes. He goes apeshit,
like he's about to explode!

"Oh fuck, Arron!" he moans. "Ohhh! I never had a wank last night! I'm
nearly cumming!"

I allow my lips to slide very gently up his shaft, my tongue working
overtime all over his throbbing dick. When I reach the head I plunge
straight back down to the root, his cockhead hitting the back of my
throat.

"Oh fuck!" he gasps. "Ohhhh!!"

I slide right back up again and let him go, scooting back up the bed
so we're all snuggled up again.

"You liked that, didn't you?" I whisper.

"Fuckin' awesome!" he tells me, still trying to catch his breath.

"Will you suck mine?" I ask.

He looks at me intently.

"You won't cum in my mouth, will you?"

I grin at him. "I wish I could! Must be awesome, being able to cum
like you do!"

"Okay then!"

He rests his head on my tummy and nervously takes it into his mouth.
The sensations are incredible! I spread my legs and pull my knees up.
Jon's hand slides down between my legs, his finger tickling me behind
my balls, moving further and further down till he locates my bumhole.

"Remember to wet your finger!" I tell him.

He spits on his finger and pushes it right in. It hits that sensitive
spot again, almost sending me into orbit. He settles into a rhythm of
sucking me and finger-fucking me. The feelings are just the best
ever! Suddenly all my muscles start twitching, my bum gripping Jon's
finger. I can hardly breathe and the tingling in my cock's wilder
than ever. A moment later it jumps up all by itself and starts
throbbing and jerking in Jon's mouth. After a few seconds he lets me
go, his finger sliding out of my bum.

"You were well into that!" he announces, "you had a fuckin' wild
orgasm!"

"Orgasm?" I ask.

"Yeah, when all your muscles tense up and your dick starts pumping.
Yours is dry at the moment, but when you can cum, that's when the
spunk squirts out."

"Oh!" I say, feeling a bit stupid.

"Right!" he says grinning. "Are you going to suck mine now?"

He didn't need to ask. I position myself between his legs, hold his
beautiful cock away from his tummy and go right down on it. As I
begin to suck, Jon puts his hands on the back of my head, gently
ruffling my hair.

"Oh yeah!" he moans. "Go for it Arron! Oooh! This is fuckin' wild!
Oooh!"

I pick the pace up, sucking him as hard as I can, his cock striking
the back of my throat.

"Oh! Oh fuck!! Yeah!! Nnnng!! Ohhh!! Ohhhh!!! Aaaarrrrgggghhhh!!!!"

He holds my head down as his sweet `n' salty boy cum spurts into my
mouth. I gulp it down, swallowing as fast as I can. After maybe
twenty seconds he lets me go. I slide my lips up to his cockhead,
making sure I've licked off every last drop before letting him pop
out of my mouth. Fuck! That was even wilder than the first time we
did it!
"Fuckin' awesome!" he gasps. "Shit! I wish one of the girls would do
that for me!"

I guess I should be disappointed to hear him say that, but I'm not.
I'm getting to do what I want with the best mate I've ever had who
just happens to be the fittest kid I know. So he'd rather his
girlfriend was doing it? Well so what? From what he's told me, that's
not going to happen anytime soon. It's no great surprise in any case.
I reposition myself on the bed and flop down next to him.

He ruffles my hair. "You okay?" he asks.

"Mmmm!" I respond, grinning at him.

"You don't mind me cumming in your mouth, then? You don't have to."

"Mmmm! I reply again, nodding vigorously.

"Cool!" he says quietly. "I sort of guessed you might be gay, but I
didn't want to freak you out. I was worried that you wouldn't have
got into sex yet, you still being pretty small and that. You might
have thought I was taking advantage of you or something."

"Well, I guess it is just the last few months I've started, you know
.."

"So who do you think about when you're having a wank?"

I wish he hadn't asked me that, but he knows me better than anyone;
there's no point lying to him.

"You, ....and Ricky. Sometimes I think about Greg Barron. What about
you?"

"Rachel and Julie mainly, especially Julie. She's stunning!"

I lie back, just enjoying the moment. Jon's right, of course. I might
be gay but I'm not blind. Julie Fraser is stunningly pretty; all the
boys want to go out with her. He's one of the few that actually has,
several times. But as far as sex goes, he's got nowhere. So here I
am, helping him get his rocks off. I'm not complaining.

                            0 o 0 o 0 o 0

Sunday afternoon and it's hot again. Jonathan's running at a track
meeting somewhere, doing the 800 metres. Ricky's had to go and see
his gran. So I'm bored shitless. Worse than that, I'm as horny as
fuck. I've had sex with Jon four times now. Four times, and I've
loved every second of it; it just keeps getting better. Not that we
do anything any different, it's just, I don't know, more relaxed
somehow. The only thing is that it doesn't solve the problem for
long. It seems like the more we do it, the hornier I get. I check to
see how much money I've got. One pound seventy; enough to get a bus
to town and back, have a wander round, whatever. Might as well, I've
got fuck all else to do.

It's twenty to three when I hit the town centre. Fuck! Wandering
around here is boring as being at home! Suddenly I find myself in the
bus station without any real thought about how I got there. I
remember the last time I was here, like I could ever forget it. If
Jim turned up now I'd go with him in a heartbeat. But maybe he's not
the only guy who comes round here looking for boys. Fuck! I want sex
and I could use the cash. Or maybe a horny teen will show up; no cash
but we could have great sex if we can find somewhere to go. My
heart's thumping like it's trying to get out of my chest. I know this
is crazy, but it's like I'm on autopilot; there's no way I can stop.
I position myself almost opposite the entrance to the men's room,
leaning back, one foot resting on the wall, like I'm waiting for
someone. What I'm actually doing is checking out the guys going in
and out.

I stand there for well over five minutes. Plenty of guys around, but
none of them takes the slightest interest in me. Now I'm not just
bored, I'm getting paranoid too. I've been here too long; someone
might notice me and ask me what I'm waiting for. Then I spot him.
Tall, over six foot, slim but quite athletic looking, thick, dark,
sort of curly hair, wearing a check short-sleeve shirt, blue jeans
and a smart pair of leather shoes. Late thirties I'd guess; not a bad
looking guy. He clocks me and I clock him. He grins; so do I. He
cocks his head at me as he makes his way inside. This is it! I'm
almost as nervous as I was the first time, but this is what I've been
waiting for; I'm not bottling out now. I look around. I can't see
anyone watching me. I follow the guy in.

He's standing at the smaller of the two urinals, against the far
wall. There's nobody else using that one. So far so good; I wander
across and stand a couple of feet to his right. I pull down the front
of my shorts and look across. He's playing with his cock, which is
already hard. He's got a monster! I give him a very quick glimpse of
mine, tuck it back into my shorts and stroll out into the sunshine.
I've got a bit of a problem now. The bus station is much busier than
it was when I did this before. The first bus shelter has several
people in it. I stroll along very slowly, assessing the
possibilities. The second shelter is twice as long. There are people
waiting, but they're all at the far end. It's not ideal, but it'll
have to do. I make my way across and sit down. Two seconds later he's
sitting down next to me.

"Hello," he says nervously.

"You looking for . you know?" I whisper.

"Yeah."

"How much?"

"I wondered if that was what you were after. How much are you looking
for?"

I shrug. "Dunno. You say how much you'll give me."

"What do you do?"

"You can feel all my privates, suck my dick, then I'll give you a
wank." I pause for a second.  "I don't take it up the bum if that's
what you're looking for."

"No, that's cool! Twenty okay?"

"Yeah, I guess. You got somewhere to go?"

"No, sorry."

"Got a car?"

"Yeah."

"Let's go then; I know somewhere safe."

I follow him to the car park, walking ten yards behind him. Don't ask
me how I knew to do that; I just do it. He opens the car with the
remote. Mercedes E-class, nice; the guy's obviously got money. I
settle back into the comfy leather seat as we head out onto the road.

"What's you name?" he asks.

"Arron."

"Hi Arron, I'm Carl. So how old are you?"

"I was thirteen last month."

"Brilliant! So where are we going, then?"

"D'you know Hawksmoor Woods?"

"Yeah, I think so."

"Drive to the car park just by the woods. I'll show you."

The car glides smoothly along the main road. Carl puts his left hand
down and starts stroking my thigh, letting his fingers wander up
inside my shorts. It feels good. I want this as much as I want the
money. Ten minutes later we're turning onto the car park. Just like
the bus station, it's much busier than the last time I was here. But
it's no problem; nobody knows me round here; I'm guessing nobody will
know him either. We could be anybody; just a dad and his son out
together on a Sunday afternoon.

We walk together across the grass. There are upwards of a dozen
people flying kites and model aeroplanes. I spot a boy about my age
working the controller for a really neat aeroplane. My chances of
ever getting to do anything like that are between slim and non-
existent. I guess he wouldn't ever dream of doing what I'm doing
either. Or maybe he would. Fuck! I don't know! He's a nice-looking
kid; I wish it was him I was doing this with rather than Carl. That's
life, I guess.

We reach the woods and set off along the path. This is the hard bit;
I'm hoping I can remember where the gap in the trees is. As it goes I
recognise it straight off. I look all around to make sure there's
nobody in sight. It's all clear. I lead Carl through the gap, into
the bushes and down the little bank.

"Is this it, then?" he asks.

"Yeah," I say quietly, nodding and starting to pull my tee-shirt off.

Carl follows suit, unbuttoning his shirt and taking it right off.
He's got a good body. I feel really scrawny standing next to him.
Still, I guess that's what he likes. I move across in front of him
and undo the buckle on his belt and the metal button at the top of
his jeans. I pull down the zip. He's got boxer shorts on, the same
sort of thing that Jon wears. In one movement I slide his jeans and
shorts down over his hips and right down to his ankles, revealing
that big cock he's got. His balls are really big too, and very hairy.
I run my fingers up and down his shaft; it's as hard as iron and
throbbing like crazy.

"My turn now!" he whispers.

He undoes the drawstring on my shorts and pulls them down.

"Oh! Cute little white undies!" he breathes. "That is so sexy!"

He kneels on the ground and gently pulls them down too.

"Oh wow!" he coos. "You're beautiful! Can you cum?"

"No, not yet," I tell him.

He fondles my cock and my balls before taking me into his mouth.
Something about the way he does it tells me he hasn't done this too
often. His hands are going all over my legs and my bumcheeks without
ever going near, well, you know.

"You can feel my bum if you want," I say quietly. "I just don't want
your dick up there, that's all."

He slides his hand between my legs. I move my feet further apart and
flex my knees slightly. His finger touches my bumhole and works all
round it without trying to push in. It's still an awesome feeling
though. Instinctively I hold his head and start fucking his mouth. He
just kneels there, his finger still tickling my bumhole, seeming
quite happy to let me do it. I can feel myself getting close. I fuck
his mouth even harder. My dick feels like it's ready to explode, the
crazy twitching sensations surging right through my body. I feel
light headed; I can hardly stand up. I grasp his hair to stop myself
falling over as my dick jerks and pulses in his mouth. Oh yeah! I
needed that! My cock's so sensitive I can't bear him touching it. I
carefully pull it out of his mouth. He gets to his feet.

"That was amazing!" he whispers right in my ear. "Shame you can't
cum; I'd love to swallow your spunk!"

Now I've got to do my stuff. I wrap my hand around his dick and start
wanking it. Suddenly a thought occurs to me. His dick's pretty long,
seven inches plus, but it isn't all that thick and the head's not
that much bigger than Jonathan's.

"Will you give me an extra ten quid if I suck you off?" I ask,
without even thinking about it.

"Yeah, no problem! Have you done that before?"

"Yeah, suck my boyfriend off all the time," I say proudly.

"So how old's he?" he asks, sounding very interested.

"Thirteen, the same as me; well, a few months older, actually."

"Has he got a big cock?"

"Bigger than mine; nothing like your size though."

"Sounds wonderful!"

I kneel down in front of him.

"Just don't try shoving it down my throat, okay?" I say, trying to
sound like I mean business.

He nods. "Okay."

I wrap my fingers round the base of his dick so he can't get it in
too far then take it into my mouth and start sucking. It's a bit
thicker than I thought it was; I'm hoping he's going to cum pretty
quick because sucking him like this is making my jaw ache. The way
he's moaning and clawing at my hair tells me he's pretty close. I
suck a bit harder.

"Arron! I'm gonna cum!" he moans urgently.

I guess he expects me to pull off, but I'm going nowhere. A second
later he grabs my head like I did with him. His cock swells and jerks
so violently in my mouth it almost knocks my top teeth out. Four big
globs of thick, creamy spunk spurt into my mouth, followed by two or
three smaller ones. I gobble it down as fast as I can, but I can't
keep up, some of the stuff escaping and running down my chin. Then
it's all over. He eases the pressure on my head. I gently let his
glistening cock slide out of my mouth. I use my fingers to wipe the
spunk off my chin and lick them clean. Carl watches me in complete
amazement. I stand up and we start to get dressed.

"You were awesome!" Carl whispers me as he hands me the money, "That
was way better than I expected! Fantastic! You are so horny!"

                            0 o 0 o 0 o 0

We drive back towards the town centre. He never mentions anything
about seeing me again. I'm pleased in a way. I guess with him not
having his own place it's sort of difficult to arrange stuff. He
drops me off near Beechwood Park. I walk the few yards to the bus
stop. My head's totally fucked. I told myself I wouldn't do this
again, but I have. I'm annoyed with myself, even a bit disgusted. Why
did I do it? It didn't need the money, not really. Sure there's a
Nike top and a pair of soccer shorts I want to buy, but I can't do
that now because mum will be at home when I get back and I'd have to
explain how I got them. I'll have to hide the money till next
Saturday when she's at work. Sure I wanted sex, but not with him; he
was way too old! But I did it; I even said I'd suck him off just to
get an extra ten quid. That's not right; it just isn't. I'll be doing
it with Jonathan after school tomorrow; I could have waited, surely?
Fuck! It feels like I've let him down. Living in a place like
Whitestone it's hard enough being gay and trying to keep it quiet
without doing stuff like this. As things are, we don't mess with any
of the older kids and they leave us alone. But if they knew I was
sucking off guys like Carl, fuck knows what would happen. Even Jon
wouldn't be able to do much about that. I've got to stop this; I just
have to.