Date: Thu, 14 Feb 2008 19:51:01 +0000 From: pinkpanther2@hotmail.co.uk Subject: 'A Warm April Saturday' Chapter 27 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 SEVEN It's morning break before I see Brad. He strolls across to me, his grin even cheekier than usual. "So Courtney's out of the way," he says. "Yeah, I think so." "When I got here this morning Nathan and that big mate of his were waiting for him; marched him straight off to Birkett's office. He won't even get to have a shit in peace." He gives me a knowing look. "So, you have fun with your little posh friend?" "Yeah, thanks" "I could see what he was after," he says. "That's why I left you to it. Have you done it with him before?" "Yeah, once; months ago, back before Christmas." I say guardedly. "He's well cute; a bit camp though." "Yeah, that's the problem; everyone knows he's gay just from the way he acts." "So what did you get up to?" he asks. I swallow hard. "I popped his cherry," I say quietly. Brad rolls his eyes. "Really?! That is well cool! So did he like it then?" "Yeah, once he got used to it. He dry cummed while I was fucking him." "Nice!" "Yeah; he likes you too." Brad's eyes widen. "Are you serious?" "He wants to meet you sometime," I tell him. "Which lunch are you on today?" he asks. "Second." "Cool! Start of lunch break, tell him to wait by the main door of the technology block. When he sees me, he follows me round to the boys' room. Tell him not to walk right with me, yeah?" "Yeah, that's cool." I say quietly. "I'll tell him. You'll need plenty of lube." "No problem!" Brad says, giving me another cheeky grin. "Well, thanks for that, mate; I'll have a hard-on right up till lunchtime now!" 0 o 0 o 0 o 0 Brad saunters towards me looking very pleased with himself. "Did Daryl show up?" I ask. "Did he ever!" Brad says, eyes widening. "Horny little sod couldn't wait to get my dick in his mouth!" "Yeah, he loves that." "He reckons that he's sucked yours a couple of times and that's it; says he's never had sex with anyone else." "Yeah, that's what he told me too." I say casually. "Fuckin amazing! It was like he was born to it!" "So did you fuck him?" I ask. "Yeah; you were right about needing plenty of lube; he's well tight, guess that's cause he's never taken it before, well, not till you did him. Cute little arse! Tell you what; he's not as soft as you'd think. I could tell it hurt him when I stuck it in. He never cried; just gasped a bit and let me get on with it. Once I got going he fuckin' loved it! It was wicked, man; I came loads!" "I knew you'd like him," I say, smiling at him. "Yeah! Well you were right there!" He looks at me very intently. "I'd still rather do it with you though." "Cool! So are we going to mine on Monday?" I ask. "No chance today?" he says, sounding a little disappointed. "Nah; I'm going to Tom's house after school; we're going for a run. I've got a race on Sunday." "Monday it is then!" he says, his eyes telling me how much he's looking forward to it. 0 o 0 o 0 o 0 The team coach leaves our track at half past ten to take us to the match. It's being hosted by Shaftesbury Barnet Harriers, one of our big rivals; we've got to travel right across to north London to get there. The match starts at half past twelve; we'll be racing at five past two. Mum's coming to watch, which is wicked; I thought she'd be too busy. I'm very nervous; I think Tom is too. It seems weird, Alwyn not being here. Apart from Tom and Liam, the only kids I know are Jerome and Andrew; they're doing the under-13's long jump. Mark gives us a program; I check through it to pass the time. The league record for the under-13's fifteen hundred metres seems very fast; I'm sure I won't get anywhere near it. Liam said he's doing the high jump and the discus. That's odd; they don't have those events for under-13's. I ask him about it. "Oh, I'll be competing for the under-15's today," he says casually. "I did that last time; I didn't win but I did okay." Shit! He's going to be competing against year nine kids! That's scary! Still, he is big for his age. We rumble over London Bridge; we're about halfway there. Liam's got a magazine called `Athletics Weekly'. He lets us read it to pass the time. Most of it is about the top international athletes; I don't really know much about them. I never took much interest till I started running myself. I guess I'll learn. We arrive just before twelve o'clock. We settle ourselves in the stands and eat the sandwiches we've brought. That gives us a couple of hours before we race; should be about right. It's a nervous wait. The field events start at half past twelve but the first track event's not till one o'clock; the time seems to drag. Finally they line up for it; the under 17's four hundred metre hurdles. Wow! Some of the kids running in it are well fit! I give myself a mental kick; I'm not here for that! Fortunately, being so nervous about the race stops me getting a hard-on. It's easy to spot the kids from the home club; their running vests are black and white stripes, like the Newcastle United soccer strip. Our guys finish first and fourth with one of their runners and a boy from one of the other clubs in between them. That means we won both `A' string and `B' string and got the maximum eight points. It's a bit of a weird set-up; there are actually two matches going on at once; the first match that we're in and the second match with four different clubs. I don't take much notice of their race. The two hundred metres is up next. Kaiden skins everybody and our `B' string runner finished third; that's another maximum. Our guys are setting a very high standard; I just hope we don't let them down. Mum arrives almost as soon as they've finished. Mark comes over, says hello to mum and shoos us off to start our warm-up. I guess he doesn't want mum fussing over us, making us even more nervous. We do some jogging and stretching to start with, then put our spikes on and do a few strides along the back straight just as they finish the last of the two hundred metre races. It's two o'clock; we'll start in five minutes time. We strip off sweat tops and training pants. Tom's wearing some silky black running shorts to go with the black club vest; he looks really smart for once. I quickly spot the Shaftesbury boys, one of them in especially. A fraction shorter than me and slim, but his legs have more muscle on them than mine or Tom's; he really looks the part. The officials get us lined up. For the longer distance races, both matches run together, so there'll be sixteen of us on the track. That's a lot; I must make sure I start off fast enough to stay out of trouble. The gun goes and we surge along the back straight. I settle into fourth place as we round the top bend. After one lap, six of us have broken clear of the rest; me and Tom, the two Shaftesbury runners and two other boys I haven't identified. We complete another lap. Tom's in his usual position at the front; I can tell we're running quite fast but I'm still fairly comfortable. One of the Shaftesbury kids and one of the other boys have dropped back, so the leading group's down to four. We run along the home straight to take the bell. The remaining Shaftesbury runner moves right onto Tom's shoulder. This time I'm ready, moving slightly away from the kerb so I can go after him. As we go through the finish line he accelerates past Tom with me right behind him. I track him round the first bend, along the back straight, round the top bend. This is the fastest I've ever run; I can't believe how quick we're going. I keep telling myself to stay relaxed, hang on and give myself a chance; it's all I can do. We approach the home straight. The noise is unbelievable; their guys are going mad and so are ours, I never expected an atmosphere like this! As we hit the straight he kicks away from me. There's nothing I can do; I run to the finish with my lungs burning and my legs feeling like lead. Shit! I gave it everything and he beat me by a good ten yards, maybe more. Somehow that makes it hurt even worse. Mark comes across to the finish. "What a race!" he says, bubbling with enthusiasm. "You guys don't just have some talent; you've got bottle too, that was really hard. You ran well inside five minutes; I think Tom may have scraped under five too." "But I didn't win," I say disconsolately. "You did fine," he says reassuringly. "The lad that won is very good and he's got a lot more experience than you; he was running in this last year, so don't expect to win everything straight away. And you did a great job for the team; Tom won the `B' string so that's seven points, a lot better than the three we got last time." We walk slowly back to the start to collect our stuff. I know what Mark just said is right, but I don't like losing; I don't think I ever will. As the under-15s head up the back straight at the start of their race the announcer reads the times out. The winner did four minutes fifty five point three, I ran four fifty six point eight, Tom got fourth in four fifty nine point seven. If I'd been offered that time before we started, I'd have taken it, so I guess I shouldn't complain, but it still hurts that I lost. Back in the stands mum is well pleased; she seems to be really enjoying it too, she's not in any hurry to take us home. Jerome and Andrew return from the long jump pit; they've had exactly the same result that we did, with Jerome finishing second and Andrew winning the `B' string. Mum's not met them before; she's very impressed, especially with Andrew. Mind you, that's no surprise. Somehow it's like all that business earlier in the week never happened. It's not been forgotten exactly, but it's like we've dealt with it and moved on. Mum's good at that; I just never realised before. A few minutes later Liam appears. "I watched your race," he says enthusiastically. "You did great! I'm useless at distance running." "So how did you get on?" I ask. "Second in the high jump, second in the `B' string discus; not bad, I guess." Not bad? It's bloody amazing competing against kids two years older. "Mum, this is Liam," I say by way of introduction. "His dad takes us to the track." "Hello, Liam, nice to meet you," she says. "Say thanks to your dad for helping us out like that." "Sure and it's no trouble," he says, smiling warmly. "It's good to have these guys on the team." He wanders off. "What a nice lad!" mum comments. "I'm glad you've got friends like him." "Yeah, Liam's great, isn't he Tom?" Tom nods his agreement. "Isn't he tall?!" she says. "I'd never have guessed he was your age." "That's his dad," I say, pointing him out. Mum's eyes widen. "Yes! Well I can see where he gets it from!" It's time for the one hundred metres. In the first race Kaiden scores another easy victory. "Wow! Mum says, smiling at me. "He is a bit special; even I can see that!" Before the next race, the announcer reads out an update of the team scores; with just a few events left we're winning comfortably. It's time to go home. 0 o 0 o 0 o 0 I guess the good weather had to break sometime. It's Tuesday evening and we're at the track, training in the rain. It's not cold or windy, just wet; once you get going it's quite pleasant to run in. We run eight three hundred metres repetitions again, the same as we did last Tuesday. They're not quite as fast, but that's the water on the track slowing us down. We don't bother with the sprints; waiting around in wet kit for ten minutes is not a good idea, so we're finished by seven o'clock. Three of our group live right by the track; Alwyn and all the others have parents with them to take them straight home. That leaves me and Tom. We've got to wait for Liam who's working out in the gym; he'll be ages yet. It's not a problem; we've both brought towels and a change of clothes. We hurry through to the changing room; as I expected, there's nobody else there. We start to take our kit off. After the way he's been behaving at the swimming pool the last few months I'm expecting Tom to be really shy about getting naked in front of me. He isn't at all; he just strips right off. I remember doing a double take last summer when I first noticed how small is privates were. Now I do another one; they're not small now, he's bigger down there than I am! Wow! As we get under the lovely warm showers it suddenly makes sense. This time last year I was at least an inch taller than him; now he's an inch or two taller than me. I've grown well over two inches, so he must have grown about five; that's a lot! That must have been why he had to have new school trousers a couple of months back. Thinking about it, his voice has got deeper too. It's strange how you don't notice stuff like that when you're with someone the whole time. I quickly check him out; he really is very nice! There's no sign of him getting a hard-on, not that I expected him to; I know he's not gay. We leave the showers and start to get dry. Liam appears; he's soaking wet too. "I thought you were training in the gym?" I say. "I was," he tells me, "but Terry wanted me to finish off with a few sprints." He quickly strips naked and heads into the shower. I've not seen him naked before. That's another surprise; I'd expected him to have a pretty big one and probably have pubes as well; as it goes he's not as big down there as I am and there's not a trace of hair on him. Hmmm! I guess that means he hasn't started growing up yet. That's well scary; when he does he's going to be as big as his dad! 0 o 0 o 0 o 0 Having Courtney out of the way makes such a difference. Now they don't have him to hang out with, Dalton and Luther don't come anywhere near me; it's like they think I'll have a go at them. I wouldn't; I'm not like that. The real plus is that I'm not looking over my shoulder if Brad's not with me. I still hang out with Brad most of the time, of course. He came home with me on Monday afternoon; we had a great time, it's so much better than doing it in the boys' room. I'd tell you all about it, but we did pretty much the same as the time before, and I don't like repeating myself. I don't know what mum would think if she knew I was bringing a kid home so I could get fucked, but this is one thing she definitely won't find out about; even if Michael saw him, there's no way he'd grass on me. One downer though; Brad told me he's going away at half term, the same as Greg. That's a real bummer; I won't get to see either of them. Worse than that, he doesn't get back till late Sunday night, so he'll be taking the Monday off school. Courtney will be back on the loose that day; if he's got any sense he'll stay out of trouble, but I'm not sure he will. Anyway, I'm going to have to be even more careful than usual. Meanwhile, I've got the half-term break to get through. I'll spend time at Tom's house, of course, but I'm not sure what I'm going to do for sex. I'm still a bit wary about inviting Daryl to come round, but it looks like I don't have a lot of choice. He's gone totally wild; since he found out where it happens, him and Brad having been fucking like rabbits. That's disappointing in a way; Brad said he'd rather do it with me, but it's like Daryl's got him wrapped round his little finger. Any time he wants sex, which is as often as possible, Brad comes running. I've no idea what the kids Daryl usually hangs out with must be thinking; he doesn't seem to care. The bell goes for the end of lunch break. I'm heading towards my first class when Anthony appears. "Brad says he went to your house last Monday," he whispers. "Any chance ., you know?" It takes me all of half a second to think about it. I hadn't planned on this, but what the hell? I'd prefer to go with Brad, but he's meeting Daryl after school, so that's out. "Yeah, sure," I tell him. "Hang about for five minutes after the bell goes then meet me on the corner by the newsagents, yeah?" "Cool!" he says. "See you there!" He trots off towards his class. I make my way to mine feeling confused. Anthony's a great fuck-buddy, but we're never going to be boyfriends. It's like we live in different worlds; I couldn't live in his and he wouldn't fit into mine, mum'd go mad at me if she knew I was even talking to him. This is going nowhere. 0 o 0 o 0 o 0 Anthony follows me home, walking twenty yards behind me, just like Brad did. As I approach the house I check around; it's all quiet. I let us in through the front door and close it behind us. "Want a drink?" I ask. "Nah, let's just do it!" he says. We head up the stairs. He waits on the landing while I close my bedroom curtains. Yeah, that's a bit over the top maybe, but why take chances when you don't have to? "Come in," I say, smiling at him and discarding my blazer. We remove our shoes and socks then start to undress each other. Fuck! He is boy perfection! James would have moved mountains to have fucked him even once! I pull him into a wild, passionate kiss, our dicks grinding together through the material of our sexy white briefs. We conclude our tongue wrestling. "Take these off for me," I whisper, pointing to my underpants. He kneels in front of me and skins them down my legs then leans forwards, licking the tip of my cock before taking it fully into his mouth. He sucks it slowly, working his tongue all over it, his fingers running up and down between my legs. I run my fingers through his hair. Shit! This is awesome! After a couple of minutes I'm getting too close. "Okay, you'd better stop now," I tell him. He gently eases back, licking a final drop of pre-cum from the tip of my cock. "My turn now!" I say, sitting on the bed. He stands up, allowing me to pull his briefs down. His hard little spike looks delicious. I lick my lips and suck right down on it, flicking my tongue out to slash at his balls. I run my hands up and down between his legs, the same as he did to me. He is the cutest kid you could ever meet. All these guys that like fucking boys must dream about meeting someone like him. I let him go. We snuggle up on the bed, our arms wrapped round each other. "You know Courtney and them, don't you?" I say. "Yeah, arseholes!" he growls. "Courtney's a big baby; he acts all hard round smaller kids, but if a big kid has a go at him he's fuck all. Dalton's a little shit too, always has been. Mind you his mum's worse than mine, the old tart. Kid never knows which of his `uncles' she's going to show up with, and at least my mum cooks dinner for me and that; his doesn't, not most of the time anyway, just gives him money to go down the takeaway, then half the time some of the older kids take it off him before he gets there. Gets picked on all the time if Courtney's not with him." Shit! I can't imagine having to live like that! It's no wonder he's so aggressive and I guess it explains why he's not come anywhere near me now Courtney's not there to look after him. "So what about the other kid?" I ask. "Luther? Oh he's all right. His mum's some sort of community worker; she'd go mental if she knew he was hanging out with those two. At junior school he always used to hang out with Jerome, but I guess Jerome's new mates don't want him around." "I didn't know Jerome lived on the Leys." "Yeah, he's one of the lucky ones, like Alwyn. His mum and dad are okay; mum's white, dad's black; they're all right." Well that's given me plenty to think about; I didn't have a clue about any of it. "So what are you doing over half term?" I ask, changing the subject. "I'll be staying with my main man," he says casually. "Brad says he loves you to bits." "Yeah," he says, stretching his arms. "You wouldn't want to get on the wrong side of him though." "Yeah, Brad said that too." I say, licking his nose. "Sixty nine?" I suggest, deciding it's time to get back to why I brought him here. He doesn't need asking twice; he never does. Moments later we're lying on our sides sucking each other like it's what we were born for. I grab the KY then lift his right leg. I slip my hand between his legs, my well-lubed fingers quickly finding his boy-hole. I push my index finger right in, slowly fucking him with it. My middle finger follows. I work them round, gently loosening his ring. "Are you ready?" I ask. "I'm always ready!" he says, giving me the sexiest smile ever. He makes to get up onto all fours. "On your back!" I whisper. "Don't often get done like that," he says, grinning at me. "The punters like to have me bent over so they can give it me from behind; either that or on my tummy." "So is that how you like it?" I ask. "Don't mind, as long as I've got a nice dick up my arse!" I sit back on my heels, smearing KY over my cock. I crawl forwards and lift his legs. He pulls them back so his knees are by his shoulders. His hole twitches invitingly. The area around it is glowing bright red; it can't be long since he had a one up there, last night, maybe even today. I hold my dick against his pucker and plunge it right into him. "Ohhhh!" he gasps. "Fuck me Chris! Fuck me hard!" So I do; within a matter of seconds I'm going at it like the world's about to end. He may have lots of guys fucking him; I don't care, he's still beautifully tight. He moans quietly, begging me for even greater efforts. I look down at him; he is beautiful! I pull his legs further apart, pushing my body between them. Our mouths meet in the wildest kiss ever, his hands running all over my back. Without warning, he bucks violently, his bum clamping hard around my cock. A moment later little jets of boy-cum squirt out of his dick and onto our tummies. Oh yeah! That is so special; I fuck him even harder, the perspiration running off me. Suddenly my balls churn into action. I hang on tight as my spunk shoots into his bum in several big wads. We fall over sideways, my cock still buried in his arse. Fuck! That was well wild! I'm totally out of it. It's at least a minute before we untangle ourselves. Anthony trots off to the bathroom to get cleaned up. I lie back on the bed, still trying to get my breath back. That was amazing; Greg likes to fuck me like that; Stephen did it once too, but it's the first time I've ever fucked another boy that way. Wow! I guess I still prefer to be on the receiving end, but if I'm going to be a top, that's as good as it gets.