Date: Thu, 01 Nov 2007 21:16:26 +0000 From: pinkpanther2@hotmail.co.uk Subject: New submission: 'A Warm April Saturday' chapter 5 All the usual disclaimers apply: if you shouldn't be reading this; don't. If you really have to read it, just remember not to blame me or Nifty if the thought-police catch up with you! This story is erotic fiction containing scenes of sexual interaction involving both underage boys and adult men. If that's not what you want to read about I'd suggest that you should not read any further. Right! Now to the story. Chris has had a pretty steamy introduction to gay sex; now he's on holiday from school with lots of time on his hands, how will that affect the way he relates to other boys, expecially his regular friends? Feedback is more than welcome and I ALWAYS reply to it. Please e-mail your comments to: pinkpanther2@hotmail.co.uk and I will reply as soon as I can. CHAPTER FIVE Monday, and the summer holiday starts properly. In three weeks time we're going off to Spain for a fortnight. James's boss has got this villa out there and he's letting him rent it for two weeks. When we get back I'll have just over a week to get ready for school, so that'll keep me pretty busy. Between now and then I've got find things to do. Yesterday everything was, like, back to normal. James stopped over Saturday night and stayed until yesterday after tea. He spent the whole time with mum. I don't mind; I know he's got to keep her happy too. Well, he must be doing a good job `cause she seems really happy at the moment. That's good; it makes things much better for me. It's ten o'clock, time to go round to Michael's house. "Gareth just called," he tells me. "They're going to the pool at eleven. Now it's the holidays they've got kids' splash sessions eleven till one Monday, Wednesday and Friday and two till four Tuesday and Thursday. D'you wanna go?" "Yeah, cool." I say casually. It is pretty cool too. We always hang out with Tom and Gareth at school, but they live nearly a mile from us, on the far side of where our junior school is, so we don't see much of them outside of school, except in the holidays. But now we're a bit older, the distance isn't so much of a problem. I haven't been to the pool for a few weeks either, so it will be, like, something different to do; even better if there are lots of kids there. Michael's already got his swimming shorts on; seems like he always does that now, then takes stuff to change into afterwards. We potter around for a while, then stroll along to my house. I collect my swimming things and we're on our way. When we get to the pool Tom and Gareth are waiting outside. Gareth's the smallest of us, about 4'7" and quite slim, with blue eyes and a mop of dirty-blond hair. Tom's nearly as tall as me; almost as skinny too. I'm sure people must get the wrong idea about him. He's got sandy coloured hair cropped very short, a face smothered in freckles and wears an earring. He's always scruffy too. Right now he's wearing a pair of raggy cut-offs that are right down on his hips so you can see about three inches of his boxers, and a black `Metallica' tee- shirt with a hole in it. He looks like one of these really rough street-kid types, but he's not like that at all; he's one of the quietest, nicest kids I know. After high-fives all round, we stroll into the foyer, pay our money and make our way into the changing area. I head straight for the open benches; I've got so used to changing there now it doesn't occur to me to do anything else. Michael only has to take off his top and his shoes and socks and he's ready, so it makes no difference to him. To my surprise, Tom and Gareth follow us. I was sure they'd duck into the cubicles like we always used to. We start to get changed. Pretty soon I'm naked and pulling my shorts on. Gareth is down to his boxers. He hesitates for a moment then wraps a towel round himself while he takes them off. He tries putting on his shorts. The towel falls open, giving me a quick glimpse of his dick as he pulls them up, a little smaller than mine and uncut, with a little pointed foreskin. Tom doesn't bother with a towel; he puts his speedos ready then drops his boxers and pulls them on. I look across, trying to check him out without making it too obvious. I have to do a double-take to make sure my eyes aren't playing tricks on me. They aren't. His cock and balls are tiny! Wow! I hadn't expected that! By the looks of things it's going to be ages before he's able to cum! We pack our stuff into a locker and trot off towards the pool. After all the stuff I've been up to recently, it's great to be just an ordinary kid again, doing stuff that boys our age do. The pool is quite busy, but I'm not really paying too much attention to that. I'm here with my mates and we're having a blast, playing on the diving board and the floating mats, tipping each other off, me and Tom starting a mini `war' against Michael and Gareth, all sorts of stuff. By half past twelve we're all tired. I guess we're all hungry too; I know I am. We head back to the changing room and into the showers. We're all still laughing and joking. Gareth pulls out the front of his shorts and pretends to wash `down there'. Tom turns away from Michael; Michael yanks down the back of his Speedos. Tom doesn't seem to mind; it's all just a laugh. We collect our stuff from the locker. Michael heads straight to one of the cubicles. I'm wondering what Tom and Gareth are going to do. They stay out by the open benches where I am. Gareth wraps a towel around himself again, with more success this time; I don't get to see anything. Tom does sort of wrap himself in a towel, but he lets it go a couple of times, so I do get to see him again. Nice body, James would really go for that; just can't get my head round how small his privates are. A few minutes later the three of us are ready to go. Michael emerges from his cubicle. I spot it straight away; I don't know if the other two notice. He's got a pair of grey-camouflage cargo shorts on; there's a hard bulge right at the front. He's got a hard-on! Fuck! So that's why he didn't want to get changed with the rest of us! We make our way out into the sunshine and stroll back to Tom's house, `cause he lives nearest to the pool, I guess. His mum's a teacher so she's at home. She makes us welcome and gives us each a big slice of pizza. We eat like we haven't been fed for a week. Well, that's what boys our age do, isn't it? It's time for me and Michael to go home. Michael's mum gets home from work about half past one and she'll wonder where he is if he's not there. We say our goodbyes and head off back to Michael's house. 0 o 0 o 0 o 0 Things get so confusing! I mean, I really love James and having sex and all that, but sometimes I wish I could flip a switch and be like I used to be, you know, before we started all that. Like today at the pool, I deliberately checked out Tom and Gareth. What was all that about? I didn't have to do that; I don't want to have sex with them, not really, but I still did it. I know that before any of this we'd have all been in the cubicles and I wouldn't even have thought about doing anything like that. But now I've found out about sex it's like I can't stop myself doing that sort of stuff. Unless I've got plenty to do, like when we're at school, or like today when we were actually in the pool, I just think about it all the time, and now I'm stuck with it. There's another thing too, telling lies. When Michael asked what I'd been doing on Saturday I had to tell him James took me to Whipsnade zoo. Michael's my best mate; we do everything together. I've never told lies to him. But now, well I have to, don't I? I can't tell him what I was really doing. But it sucks; I hate it. What is it Gran says? "You can't turn the clock back". Well, yeah, I know I can't. Shit! I don't even want to! Life's way better than it was now that I've got James, you know, looking after me and stuff. But sometimes, just sometimes, fuck! I don't even know what I'm talking about! 0 o 0 o 0 o 0 Being on holiday is great, I can get up when I want, and pretty much I can do what I want. Only I can't, not really. Like today; we went to the pool yesterday, we're meeting Tom and Gareth again on Thursday afternoon when they have the big inflatable out for us to play on, so we don't want to do that again. We can play computer games, but it's not really my thing and anyway Michael hasn't had any new games for months and I'm bored with the ones he's got. Doing much of anything else costs money, and we haven't really got any. Sure, I've got a load more stuff since James turned up, the new computer, nice clothes to play out in and that, but the one thing he doesn't do is give me money. I guess we'd be off down the park kicking a soccer ball about, but it's raining, so we can't really do that; we're pretty much stuck in the house. So we're in Michael's bedroom, sitting on the bed, talking about, well, nothing really. Shit! It's happened; I've got a hard-on. I hope Michael doesn't notice! Seems like he hasn't, for a few minutes anyway. Then he comes right out with it. "Chris," he asks. "Does your dick get hard?" Fuck! What did he ask that for? He knows the answer for fuck sake! It's hard now and he can see it sticking up in my shorts! Just play it cool. "Yeah, it does sometimes," I say casually. Weird, isn't it? I mean we did this in our sex ed classes. When boys start growing up it's one of the things that happens, like it's no big deal; all boys do it. Except that when it actually happens to you, well, it's not like that. "Mine does all the time," Michael says quietly. I glance across. Yeah, well, seems `all the time' means, like, including right now. I don't know why I'm surprised; I saw he'd got hard when we were coming out of the pool changing rooms yesterday. It's just that, well, I've never been in this situation before. I'm guessing he hasn't either. "Is yours hard now?" he continues, sounding a bit nervous. No point in lying; he can fucking see it! "Yeah," I tell him. "Can I see it?" he asks. Whoa! What was that he said?? I swallow hard. This is his idea, so maybe I can up the stakes a bit. "Shall we get naked?" I respond. He pauses, like, forever. "Okay," he says finally. He closes the curtains and we start to strip off. In less than a minute we're down to socks and underwear. Michael's in boxers, me in briefs like I always wear. It's funny; mum always buys me briefs `cause they're cheaper and she can get them from the supermarket. James would get me some boxers if I asked him, but he likes seeing me in briefs so I haven't bothered. It's not a problem; I mean, Greg wears underpants and he's way cool! Right, where were we? Yeah, well the socks can stay. "Okay, when I count three, yeah?" Michael nods nervously. "One, two, three." We skin off our underwear. Michael's cock's a bit bigger than mine, but his balls are smaller. "Wow! That's a nice one! Just under four inches and uncut, his pee-hole poking out past his foreskin; that is well cool! My best mate's got a little beauty! "Do you play with it?" Michael asks, looking straight ahead rather than at me. "Sometimes; you?" "Yeah." He starts slowly wanking himself. I do the same. This is such a buzz, I guess `cause I never expected it as much as what we're actually doing. Right, so what's the next move? Is there going to be a next move? Got to be careful; don't want him freaking out. Okay, let's go for it. "Can I touch it?" I ask. He hesitates. Shit! I've blown it! "Okay," he says quietly. I reach across and fondle it. It has a really smooth, silky feel to it, just like Greg's, except that if anything it's even harder. Very nervously Michael stretches out a hand and starts playing with mine. His touch is amazing! I'll get the tingly thing in no time if he keeps this up! We grin at each other. "Feels way better when someone else does it for you," Michael comments. "Yeah!" I tell him. I can scarcely conceal my sense of triumph. I've hit the fucking jackpot! Who dares, wins; all that shit! Yes! Yes! Yes! Michael likes me playing with his cock! Well, I can't stop now; I know something that feels way better than that. I moisten my lips, lean over and plunge right down on it, sucking his beautiful little spike right down to the bottom. Fuck! This is so good! Michael seems surprised but he's not trying to stop me. His tummy muscles go all tight. "Chris," he moans. "Oh! I'm gonna piss!" I'm supposed to stop, right? Wrong! I keep on going, sucking him even harder, his cock jerking about in my mouth. I'm wondering if anything will come out. It doesn't. Finally he's a spent force. I let it go and sit up, licking my lips. "Fuck! What was that?!" he asks. I tell him. His eyes are like saucers. "Shit! I never thought it'd feel like that!" he tells me. "That was wicked!" He slips his boxers back on and starts to get dressed; seems like the idea of finishing me off just didn't occur to him. Well, that's Michael, I guess. I get dressed too; there's nothing else for it. I'm disappointed, but shit, I never thought I'd get this far! Next time, I'll have to get him to do me first, even if it's only a hand job. He'll learn! I head home for lunch like I'm walking on air. I did stuff with Michael, my all-time best mate! How good is that?! 0 o 0 o 0 o 0 So here we are back where we were yesterday. It's drizzling outside and we still don't have anything to do. I grin at Michael. "Do you want to, you know, do stuff like we did yesterday?" He shakes his head, eyeing me suspiciously. "Nah! That's too gay, man! I don't want to do that stuff again." Shit! What's his problem? He loved it yesterday when I sucked him off. Then he's thought about it and now it's all this `that's too gay' crap! What's all that about? I'm angry and frustrated; I can't let him see it though. "Cool; it's up to you." I say, shrugging my shoulders like I couldn't care less. 0 o 0 o 0 o 0 Thursday afternoon and we're back at the pool. This time it really is busy; there are loads of kids here. We quickly get changed then make our way to the poolside. The inflatable is already in the water. It's like a big obstacle course. You have to jump onto it from the shallow end, scramble through and over all these obstacles then slide into the water off the far end; it's wicked! There's a big queue for it though; the pool attendants try to get everyone over as quick as they can, but you still have to wait. After a couple of minutes we hit the front if the queue. Gareth goes first. That is well funny! Not only is he the smallest of us; he's the least sporty too. He can swim okay but not much else. He jumps off the shallow end, almost doesn't make it and lands flat on his face. He gets onto his knees, the way you're supposed to land, and sets about tackling the obstacles. Halfway along you have to push your way between these big tubes. He pushes them apart so he can get through, but his left hand slips. The tube springs back and hits him in the face. He nearly falls into the water. Good thing it's only an inflatable! For the last part you have to sprint up this ramp before sliding off the top and into the pool. It takes him three attempts. Finally he manages to grab the top and haul himself up, but instead of positioning himself to come down feet first, he goes straight over and comes goes down sideways. I'm nearly wetting myself. The rest of us get over without much of a problem and line up behind Gareth ready for a second go. Gareth's not the least bit bothered about having made such a hack of it. He's as keen to do it again as any of us. He doesn't give a shit about the other kids laughing at him; that takes bottle. I guess that's one of the things I like about him. The queue's bigger now; about a dozen boys and half that number of girls. There are three more boys about our age, a few younger ones, and a couple of older kids, about Greg's age I'd guess. They are well fit! I'd love to check them out when they're getting changed! Shit! I'm doing it again! The inflatable's cool, but you just have to wait too long; after half a dozen goes each we decide to knock it on the head. We stroll up to the deep-end to play on the diving board. The two older kids are already there. They can both dive, one sort of all right, the other one's absolutely brilliant! Fuck! I can't take my eyes of them! I wish I could dive like that! Me and Tom can sort of dive, but we're not very good. Michael and Gareth just jump in. After another twenty minutes we're all tired. The two older boys have gone off swimming laps on the other side of the pool; probably just as well, I didn't want to get caught staring at them. We decide to call it a day. We stroll back to the changing room and into the showers. We don't play about this time; I guess we're all too tired. One good thing is that Michael's been really cool the whole time. Yesterday he was, like, really wary of me, but now it's, like, back to normal. I knew he wouldn't grass on me about what we did, but he's been like it sort of never happened. We're collecting our stuff from the locker when the two older kids walk in and get under the showers. My pulse starts racing and I'm getting a hard on. Shit! I'm staring at them again, trying to imagine what they'd look like without their shorts on. I've got to stop this! After a couple of minutes they grab their things and take a cubicle each. Well, that's the end of that! I finish getting changed without even looking at Tom or Gareth. 0 o 0 o 0 o 0 Friday and the hot weather's back. It was warm and sunny yesterday when we were at the pool. Today it's hot. We had a kick-about this morning; it's two o'clock now and it's way too hot to do that again. "Why don't we go to Falcon's Wood?" Michael suggests. "It'll be cooler there." Falcon's Wood is behind the high school we're going to; it's about ten minutes walk. Well, we might as well, we've got nothing else to do, and it will be cooler than it is here. Fifteen minutes later we're walking through the trees, out of the glare of the direct sunshine. It feels pretty neat; all we need now is to find somewhere to sit down and chill. "Chris," Michael asks nervously. "You know that stuff we did the other day?" "Yeah?" I respond guardedly, not at all sure where he's going with this. "D'you want to do it again?" What the fuck?! First he really loved it, then he said it was too gay, now he wants to do it again! I guess I ought to tell him to make his mind up or something, but shit, he just asked if I wanted to have sex with him again. Is the Pope a Catholic?! "Sure, if you're up for it," I say, trying not to sound too enthusiastic. "I don't want to suck yours though," he continues. "That's cool; you don't have to." It's a slight disappointment, but one I can live with. "Where?" he asks. "We'll have to find somewhere." We turn off the path and head into the bushes. Pretty soon we find what we're looking for. "This okay?" I ask. "Yeah, cool!" he says. He pauses for a second. "I'm not taking my top off in case, you know. Let's just drop our shorts, yeah?" That's a disappointment too, but I guess it makes sense. We're pretty well hidden but you never know. We skin our shorts and underwear down to our ankles. Under the dappled sunlight, Michael's cock looks even more beautiful. I reach out and fondle it. He returns the favour. Moments later we're wanking each other. Fuck! He is seriously good at this! I remember back to Tuesday. I've got to get him to finish me off first or it won't happen. "Do it faster, Mikee!" I whisper. He does as I ask. Oh yeah! This is brilliant! Suddenly the tingling feeling hits. I'm shaking all over. I have to rest a hand on the tree- trunk we're standing next to just to stay upright. My cock jerks and throbs between his fingers till it's so sensitive I have to push his hand away. Oh fuck! He did it; he actually did it! That was special! Now it's my turn. He pulls his tee-shirt up past his tummy button as I start wanking him properly. This is good but I want more. I kneel in front of him and take it in my mouth, sucking and sucking like I was born to it. His breathing gets rapid and noisy. He grabs my head "Oh!" he gasps "Ohh! Ohhhh!!" His cock comes to life in my mouth. I keep it there, licking it gently till I feel all the tension go out of him. I carefully let him go. Wow! I loved that! I get to my feet. "That was fuckin' wicked" he whispers, giving me a conspiratorial grin. Seems like he liked it too, like that's a surprise. Not! Well, that's cool; I'll do that for him any time he wants. We pull our shorts up and make our way back to the path. "So d'you like, you know, sucking me?" he asks. It's a pretty stupid question. He didn't make me do it; he didn't even ask me, so I can't think of any other reason I'd have done it." "Yeah," I say casually, like it's no big deal. "Oh!" is all the response I get. Well, I've had sex with Michael again, and this time he finished me off. It doesn't get much better than that. But all I can do is wait for him to ask me again. There's no point in pushing him; I found that out on Wednesday. Well, I've got plenty to think about, that's for sure. I'm finding it hard enough to make sense of all this growing up stuff and it seems like Michael's even more confused about it than I am.