Date: Sun, 3 Feb 2008 23:14:39 +0000 From: pinkpanther2@hotmail.co.uk Subject: 'A Warm April Saturday' chapter 24 All the usual disclaimers apply. If for some reason, you shouldn't be reading this, then don't, okay? If you do, neither I nor Nifty will be responsible if the bogey men catch up with you! I've been very grateful for all the feedback that I've had in recent weeks; it's been very encouraging. However, more is always welcome and I never fail to reply to it. So if you have not written before, or if you've not written for a while, please send your comments to pinkpanther2@hotmail.co.uk and I'll reply as soon as I can. CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR Things are starting to click back into place; well most of them are. I'm no nearer finding a boyfriend but everything else is pretty much back to how it was. School's going great and Mum was chuffed to bits when I told her I've been selected for the school track team; she gave me the money to buy a school vest without even questioning if I really needed one. It's white with a black and green diagonal sash; I can't wait to wear it. I've even worked out why Michael's suddenly cool with me not walking home with him; as soon as we get out he hot foots it over to our old junior school so he can walk home with Rachel. I don't go with Brad THAT often so most afternoons it's me that walks home on my own, which is no problem as far as I'm concerned. We're learning to give each other a bit of space; I guess that's what mates do as they grow up. Just now Mr. Sheridan wanted to chat to me, more or less to tell me how pleased he was with the way I was getting it all back together and that he's still there if I need him. It meant I had to stay behind five minutes or so at the start of the lunch break, so I missed eating with the other lads, but I don't mind; it shows that he cares. I'm on my way out of the dining hall to go and find them. Only I don't; I spot Anthony instead. He grins; I nod. I went with Brad Monday afternoon, that's two days ago so I'm well up for it, and even better, I've got a ready made excuse; Tom was there when Mr. Sheridan asked me to stay behind so I doubt if the lads will even question it if I don't show up. I give Anthony a thirty second start then head over towards the technology block. I pass the Yardie Boys, but they don't seem to be taking any notice of me, and I'm certainly not bothered about them; I can't remember the last time they tried winding me up, it's been that long. Anthony's waiting at the urinals; there's nobody else about. I head straight into one of the stalls; he follows me. We've got nearly twenty minutes till the bell goes; I'm going to do this in style. I start to undress him, indicating for him to do the same to me. Blazers ties and shirts are soon on the hook behind the door. We undo each others trousers; they fall down round our ankles. I take a good look at him. Fuck! He is so cute! I pull him into a passionate kiss, our hard cocks grinding together. He does it okay, in fact he does it beautifully, but there's something missing, like he's doing it `cause it's what I want, not what he wants. Well, I guess that's not much of a surprise. I run my hands all over his silky-smooth back and down under his sexy white briefs, caressing his soft bum-cheeks. Wow! He is perfect! "Pull my boxers down and suck me!" I whisper. He gets to his knees and pulls down my shorts. He moistens his lips and takes me fully into his mouth. He's so good at this; the sensations are unbelievable. I'm guessing he's had lots of practice, mainly on ones a lot bigger than mine. I run my fingers though his thick blond hair. He could never be my boyfriend; we're too different, it just wouldn't work, but as a fuck buddy he's a good as I could hope for, at least on days when I want to be the top. I'm getting far too close; I ease away from him and help him to his feet. I plant another quick kiss on his lips and sit on the toilet, skinning his underpants down his legs. His uncut cock seems to have grown a little, but there's still not a trace of hair on him anywhere; James would have fucked him senseless if he'd got the chance, I'm glad he never did. I take him right into my mouth, savouring the taste and the musky boy- smell. I check my watch; we've been here well over five minutes, I guess I need to speed things up a bit. I retrieve the KY from my trouser pocket, lube up two fingers and slip my hand between his legs. I quickly locate his pucker and push inside. He seems a bit tighter than usual so maybe he wasn't `busy' last night. He strokes my hair, letting me know how much he's enjoying it. I push a second finger in, working it round to open him up. There's definitely more resistance than I usually meet; yeah, that's good, I'm really looking forward to this! I let him go and grin up at him. We quickly move into position. I line myself up, holding him round the hips, my cock nuzzling his twitching boy-hole. We both push at the same time; it spears right into him. "Oooohh!" he gasps. "Go for it, man!" I look down to admire his beautiful body. My dick's right inside him. I watch as it slides most of the way out, all slick and shiny. I pause for a second then ram it back in. I'm off and running; there's no turning back now, fucking him harder, fucking him faster, spurred on by the tightness of his hot little bum and his quiet whimpering as he begs for more. I reach down and fondle his cock; it's throbbing like crazy. "Wank me!" he begs. I do as he says, fucking and wanking perfectly synched like it was what I was born for. His body starts to shake, his bum gripping my cock even tighter. I hold him fast, still fucking him relentlessly as his dick comes to life in my hand, three little jets of watery boy- cum squirting through me fingers. Fuck! I've made him cum! I'm off on another planet somewhere, fucking him harder than ever. My balls churn into action. I hang on tight as my spunk spurts over and over into his hot little bum. I'm dizzy, gasping for air as badly as when I'd just finished the trial race last week, and my balls feel like they've been put through a lemon squeezer. Fuck! That was awesome! I take my time, then gently pull out. We dress quickly and make our way out into the sunshine. Anthony smiles at me, the most beautiful smile I've ever seen. "That was hot, man" he tells me, "I've never cum before; I love doing stuff with you." "It was hot for me too, "I say, grinning back. "Chris," he says. "There's this guy I know, yeah? He says he was at the swimming pool a few weeks back and there was this group of kids in the showers, one black, all the others were white. Well, when they went to get changed, most of them went in the cubicles, but two of them stayed out by the benches, a tall, slim kid with short dark hair, and a small kid. Anyway the tall kid stripped right off, let the guy see everything, yeah? Only he couldn't do much `cause the kid had all his mates with him. So a couple of weeks later and he was at the pool and he saw the tall kid there on his own, yeah? So he followed him to the changing room. The kid stripped right off again, only this time he got a stiffy, turned round to put his underpants on, showed the guy his bum. He says he'd swear the kid had been fucked. Well the kid gets dressed in a Crystal Palace top and these black shorts that are sort of short and really tight, yeah? Well he was sure the kid wanted him to pick him up, but then the kid just fucked off on his bike. He says he thinks his name was Chris, you know from hearing them all talking the first time? He wanted to know if I knew who it was." "You didn't say anything, did you?" I ask nervously. "No way, man! Don't tell `em nuffing! Best way, init?" "Yeah. I was really horny; I knew what he wanted. Then I just bottled it, I guess." "He's okay; always treats me nice, got beautiful cock on him. You don't want to meet him, then?" "No, not really." "Suits me; get to keep him to myself, init?" he says, giving me a wry grin. Suddenly he looks at me very seriously. "I shouldn't be saying this, but Brad told me about your mum's boyfriend; must have been really bad for you when he fucked off." "Yeah; I'm sort of over it, but it's like I don't think I could trust a guy like that again, yeah? I guess that's why I didn't let him pick me up." I pause for a second. "Brad told me about you too." "Thought he probably had; that's okay, you're safe, init? I don't listen to all the shit these guys give you; I like having sex and I make good money. That's it, yeah?" Well I guess it is for him, but that's not what I want. He grins at me again. "Told me he was in Falconswood during the holiday, you know, sitting on the benches near Spring Drive? Thought he saw you and one of the other kids out running. "Yeah, I saw him too." "Well don't go hanging round there dressed in those tight shorts," he tells me, trying to stop himself laughing. "You'll have guys like him round you like flies round shit!" "So d'you go there, then?" I ask. "Used to; got my regulars now, init? Better that way; no chance of the coppers finding out who I'm meeting." Without me even realising we were doing it, all the time we've been chatting we've been walking very slowly round the building; right now we're back on the playground. The Yardie Boys are still where they were; only now they're staring right at us. I'm not sure what's going on, but I don't like the look of it. 0 o 0 o 0 o 0 It's the end of the day; Michael's gone off to see Rachel and I'm heading out of school on my own, not thinking about anything much. Suddenly they're there in front of me, the Yardie Boys, blocking my path. Courtney saunters towards me, the other two on either side of him. "So what would a kid like you be doin', hanging out with that Anthony?" he asks. "Well, we think we know, don't we, boys? You see Anthony's a batty boy. In fact he ain't jus' a batty boy; he's a whore, sells his ass to anyone who'll pay him. An' the only reason you'd be hangin' out with him is `cause you're a batty boy too. Now ain't that right? So d'you sell your ass too batty boy?" I stand there in silence, just staring back at him. "You lost you're tongue, batty boy?" he sneers. "Hey boys, batty boy here has lost his tongue." He pokes me in the ribs. "Well, now you won't be dissin' ma man no more!" he says, jerking his head in Dalton's direction. They turn and walk away. Dalton turns back towards me. "Wanna suck my dick, batty boy?" he shouts. I don't answer. "Yardie Boys kill batty boys!" Courtney snarls, clenching a fist. They turn away again; this time they keep walking. I just stand there, bewildered and angry. Shit! How could I have been so stupid, letting them see me with Anthony like that? I knew hanging out with him was a mistake, but it's done now. Everything seemed to be going so well then this happens; these three idiots are going to do their best to make my life a misery. Shit!! Well, if they think they're going to ruin everything I've worked for, they're wrong. So what's going to happen tomorrow? Maybe some of the other kids won't want to hang out with me any more; some of them might even join in the taunting and name calling, or worse. I'm not sure how it's going to go, but I do know one thing; I'm in for a battle. 0 o 0 o 0 o 0 At first, it's not obvious that anything's happened, but slowly it becomes clear that the rumours of what went on have been flying round. It seems Anthony has got even more of a reputation as the school slut than I realised. Most of the boys I know aren't saying anything, but I can feel them watching me, like they're waiting to see how things work out. The one thing in my favour is that Courtney and his gang aren't popular with most of the other kids; as long as I don't let them get to me I might be okay. It won't be easy though. The first two classes pass off normally, I sit with Tom the same as I always do, and he seems like he hasn't heard. Well, maybe he hasn't. Now comes the crunch; we've got to go out to morning break. As we head out onto the playground Michael comes straight across to us; he looks angry and upset. "Well you've really done it now, haven't you?" he shouts at me, ignoring Tom completely. "I knew what you were up to, all this bullshit about staying behind to see this teacher and that teacher, and all the time you were meeting ." He doesn't complete the sentence. "Well, if that's who you want to hang out with," he continues, "you'd better do it `cause I'm not hanging out with you any more!" He stomps off to where we usually spend our breaks together. Tom looks completely bewildered, like he doesn't know what to do. "You'd better go," I say quietly. "It seems like I'm bad news at the moment." He pauses for a moment like he wants to tell me something then turns away, trotting over to where Michael and Gareth are. I feel alone and very vulnerable. I'm hurt too; Michael and I have been mates for so long I'd thought he'd be the one person I could count on. Well, I was wrong. I guess in a way I've only got myself to blame, all the lies I've told him. Even so, it still hurts. It takes me a couple of minutes to find Brad. I'm not surprised to find out he already knows the whole story, like he's always a couple of steps ahead of the game. "Well, you can hang out with me if you want," he says casually. "It's not a problem; better than you being on your own." "Thanks," I say quietly. The Yardie Boys come into view. They stroll across until they're right in front of us, just a few feet away. They stop, Dalton and Courtney giving us the hard stare. "What are you looking at, arsehole?" Brad snarls, clenching his fists. The Yardie Boys say nothing and move on. I'm a bit taken aback; Brad's in year nine, but he's not that much bigger than me; Courtney's a fraction taller than him and must be at least thirty pounds heavier. "He's not going to start anything with me," Brad says, smirking. "cause my brothers will kick his head in." "So how old are they?" I ask. "Lee's seventeen, Kyle's twenty," he tells me. "They're big guys, nothing like me; they work on the building sites with Barry. He's only got one brother, Marlon, the same age as Lee. His other brother's in jail." "What for?" "Dealing, weed and crack mainly." "Oh." "Their dad was a Yardie, you know, a proper one, got done for smuggling coke. Went to jail, then got sent back to Jamaica. That's what I heard, anyway." It's not really my business, but it seems to fit. I guess it's not too surprising that Courtney's like he is. It doesn't make things any easier for me though. Alwyn appears from the direction of the boys' room and strolls across to us. "Hi Brad!" he says brightly, high-fiving him. "Didn't know you two knew each other." "Yeah, we met a while back," Brad tells him. "Don't worry about Courtney and them," he says looking at me very seriously. "Tossers! I fuckin' hate `em! You're all right, man!" He trots off to join his mates. Well, that's one kid who's all right with me being gay, one I hadn't expected too. 0 o 0 o 0 o 0 Classes are finished for the day and I'm off to afternoon tutor group. I've always sat with Michael, but there's no way I'm going to do that now. Still it's not a problem; there are twenty seven of us and thirty places. As I walk through the door, Alwyn's sitting where he always does, on his own right at the front. I nod and sit down next to him. He grins, as if to let me know he's happy with the arrangement. Ten minutes later the bell goes for the end of school. "Okay lads," Mr. Sheridan says calmly. "Stand up, put the chairs onto the tables and quietly make your way out." We do as he says; we know better than to do otherwise. (Nick Webb, who thinks he's the class clown, ran out one afternoon without putting his chair up. The next day he spent his whole morning break putting up chairs and taking them down again.) Michael hurries off to meet Rachel without saying a word. "Why's he being such an arsehole?" Alwyn asks. I'm stunned; I really hadn't expected that. "I mean," he continues, "he's supposed to be your best mate, yeah? And now, when you need your mates it's like he doesn't want to know you. He's in most of my classes, yeah, and all he does is waste his time and make excuses about why he hasn't done his homework and stuff. He wants to get his head sorted out!" That's even more of a surprise; Michael's never worked very hard, but I hadn't realised things had got that bad. I can't say I'm surprised to hear Alwyn talk like that though. He's the sort of tough, down to earth kid that doesn't take any shit. I like that. "Yeah, well that's how it is," I say quietly. "I guess I'll just have to get on with it." 0 o 0 o 0 o 0 Today has been almost surreal. In class it's business as usual; I'm still sitting with Tom, who carries on like nothing's happened. Outside class is where I feel vulnerable. Kids I've been quite friendly with seem to be avoiding me. Walking between classes, there are snide remarks behind my back from some kids I don't know that well, like it's some sort of a joke. I do my best not to let it get to me, but the truth is it hurts. I spend the morning break with Brad. It suits me; he's a great kid, he can even make me laugh. It's the start of the lunch break. I'm looking round for Brad, but I can't see him. The Yardie Boys appear, looking very smug. They've caught me on my own, which is obviously what they want. "Hey, batty boy!" Courtney sneers. "We've been looking for you!" He pokes me in the chest, pushing me back towards the corner. "You three!" a familiar voice barks. "Come here!" Courtney looks behind him. Nathan's standing on the far side of the corridor with a really big lad who plays in goal for the senior soccer team. "I told you to come here!" Nathan snaps. "Now which bit of that don't you understand?" Courtney has a snarl on his lips but thinks better of saying anything. The three of them go and stand in front of the two senior boys. Nathan takes Courtney's book-bag, opens it and pulls out an exercise book. "Courtney Fredericks!" he sneers, "I should have guessed! You must be Marlon's brother!" "Yeah, just uglier," the big lad says, performing the same routine with the other two. "And these two muppets are Dalton Smith and Luther Campbell." Nathan writes the names down. "We don't tolerate bullies here," he tells them. "We'll be watching you. If we see you doing that again, we'll take you straight to Mr. Birkett, who'll put you on close supervision for a week; you'll be with him or one of the other teachers every minute of the day. You won't even be able to go for a shit without one of them going with you. Got it?" "Could take them there now," the big lad suggests. "Let's just see how much sense they've got," Nathan responds. He turns to the Yardie Boys. "Now piss off before I change my mind!" They slink away; Courtney looks like thunder. Nathan comes across to me. "You okay?" he asks. "If they're giving you problems, just let me know, okay?" "Yeah," I say quietly. I watch as they stride off towards the sixth form common room. Nathan might be an arsehole, but I'm not concerned about that right now. I guess he's worried about what I'll say if things get out of hand. As it goes, I wouldn't grass him up no matter what happened. Whatever; if he helps to keep the Yardie Boys away from me, I couldn't care less. 0 o 0 o 0 o 0 It's the end of the day; Alwyn and I head straight for the changing rooms. After everything that's happened I'm not really looking forward to this. Maybe the other kids just won't want to know me. But I've got to go; I've worked for this and I'm not giving it up. Tom's already there. To my relief the atmosphere is really friendly; Andrew and Josh chat with us like nothing's happened. That's pretty weird `cause they haven't spoken to me for two days. Courtney's there; he'll be running the one hundred metres with Richard Olabadu, another kid off the soccer team. We put on sweat-tops and training pants over our kit and make our way outside. There will be three age groups: minors, that's us, juniors, that's year eight and year nine kids, and intermediates, which is years ten and eleven. I'm surprised to find Brad's here. "What event are you doing" I ask. "Long jump," he tells me. "I'm not bad; broke the year eight record last year. Phil Maynard's cool; he's the one teacher I really get on with. I'll always turn out if he asks me." I think about the muscle on his beautiful legs; so he's a long jumper, it seems to make sense. The other teams arrive and the match gets started. The first track event is the minor boys' hurdles. Jerome wins it and Liam comes second. It's a perfect start. The fifteen hundred metres comes up towards the end, so I've got plenty of time to watch the other events. Liam's moved on to throwing the javelin. That is amazing! He throws it over thirty eight metres; the next best is only twenty six. Wow! I knew he was supposed to be good, but that was unbelievable. Pretty soon it's time for the one hundred metres. As soon as the gun goes a black kid from Wyndham Park streaks away from everyone else, winning by almost twenty metres. Jerome looks good when he ran, but this kid's in a totally different league; I've never seen anyone run as fast as that. Courtney struggles in last, clutching the back of his thigh. "The only thing wrong with him is he's fuckin' useless!" Alwyn remarks scornfully. "D'you know the kid who won?" I ask. "Yeah, that's Kaiden; he runs for the club; wins fuckin' everything," he tells me. "He's a real good kid though, you know, not big headed about it." I stroll over to the junior boys' long jump. Brad wins it easily, jumping over five metres seventy. He's never mentioned competing for the club so I guess he doesn't. That seems a shame; he could be really good if he wanted to. It's time for us to get ready. As we line up across the track I try to size up the opposition. The two boys from Wyndham Park are wearing soccer shorts and trainers; they haven't warmed up either. I'm guessing they won't be too much of a problem. The two Christchurch boys both have spikes and running shorts, but I'd expected that. One of them does catch my eye though; he's not that big, a little bit taller than Alwyn, but he really looks the part, and confident too. Their other runner I'm not so sure about. The gun goes and we're off. Tom goes straight to the front, setting a really strong pace, just like he always does. After the first lap we've dropped the two boys from Wyndham Park and one of the ones from Christchurch, but the other Christchurch runner's still with us and looking very comfortable. We complete a second lap; the pace not slackening for a moment. The four of us are still together but I can sense that Alwyn's hanging on; as we run along the home straight to take the bell he slips off the back. Into the final lap, Tom's doing everything to get away from us, but we stick behind him like we were glued there. We run along the back straight, the Christchurch boy moving right onto Tom's shoulder. As we go into the final bend he sprints past, quickly opening up a lead! Shit! I set off in pursuit, but he's got five yards on me. We hit the home straight; he still got five yards. The noise of people shouting us on is unbelievable. I'm giving it everything; very slowly I start to reel him in. Twenty metres from the line I draw level, my lungs almost bursting; I make one final effort and win by half a yard. I sink down onto the ground; my head's swimming. That was even harder than the trial race. I know I nearly screwed it up though; I should never have let the kid get away from me. I'm helped to my feet by one of the senior boys who's taking the times. "Fantastic run! he says. "You almost broke five minutes!" It was five minutes nought point six; the Christchurch kid ran five minutes nought point eight. We wander across to the start to collect our stuff. I sit on the ground next to Tom to change from spikes to trainers. He seems a bit disappointed; he didn't run quite as fast as he did in the trial. Alwyn and Liam are heading towards us, talking animatedly to a young guy I don't recognise. "Chris, Tom!" Alwyn says. "This is Mark; he coaches me at the club; he coaches a lot of the young runners." "Hi lads," he says, smiling at us. "Alwyn's told me a lot about you guys. That was a pretty impressive performance you gave out there; those are very good times on grass. I'm hoping you might be interested in joining the club and running for us in the Young Athletes League. We had our first match last Sunday; Alwyn ran the fifteen hundred with another boy. Alwyn's not really a track runner, well, not yet anyway, and the other boy's just not good enough. We'd love to have you onboard if you're interested." "What about the boy from Christchurch?" I asked. "Justin?" Mark says, still smiling. "Oh, he runs for Croydon Harriers, our local rivals. That's fair enough; he lives near their track. He won the race on Sunday; he ran four fifty eight, which gives you some idea of what you could run on a proper track." "My dad will take you and bring you back," Liam adds enthusiastically. "We can pick Tom up first `cause he only lives round the corner, then come over to yours; it's easy, and we're always back home by quarter to eight." After all the shit that's been happening the past two days, having Alwyn and Liam actually wanting me to join their team means a lot; I really want to do this. "I'll have to ask my mum," I tell him. "I've never done anything like this before." "I'll have to ask as well," Tom says, "but it won't be a problem if I'm going with Liam and that. Mum's always trying to get me to join in stuff." "If it's okay you can come with us next Tuesday!" Liam says, eyes sparkling. "We train Tuesdays and Thursdays." Mark gives me his phone number. "Ask your mum to ring me if she's worried about anything; I'll come and see her if necessary. I'm sure it'll be all right." The match is almost finished. We're winning easily in all three age groups, with Christchurch and Wyndham Park battling for second place. I set off for home feeling better than I have since my run-in with the Yardie Boys. Maybe life's not so bad after all.