Date: Thu, 8 Nov 2007 22:28:09 +0000 From: pinkpanther2@hotmail.co.uk Subject: 'A Warm April Saturday' Chapter 6 All the usual disclaimers apply. This story is erotic fiction; if the law where you are does not permit you to read that type of material, then you do so at your own risk. And if you do not wish to read about underage boys having sex with each other or with adult men, you'd best not read any further. So, our hero is now on holiday from school with lots of time on his hands and hormones running wild. It's all a matter of opportunities. Feedback, including constructive criticism, is always welcome and I always reply to it. Please e-mail your comments to pinkpanther2@hotmail.co.uk and I'll reply as soon as I can. CHAPTER SIX It's half past nine when the phone rings. I wander through to the kitchen and pick it up. "Chris? It's Greg!" the voice says. "Hi man! Thought you weren't going to call. Have you tried before?" "No, this is the first time." That's cool. We've fixed that if nobody answers he doesn't leave a message; if my mum picks up he says `sorry, wrong number'; no awkward questions that way. "Cool." "Are you on your own?" he asks. "Yeah, mum's at work." "Wednesday, yeah, Uncle Vince has to go to London on business. He says he can drop me off at your house before he goes to his meeting." Wow! That sounds too good to miss! There could be a problem though; I don't know which day mum's day off is. "Just a second; I'll have to check the calendar." I look at the wall calendar by the phone, hoping desperately that mum's not off work that day. Bingo! She isn't. "Yeah, that's cool," I tell him. "Mum's off work on Thursday this week. What time?" "About quarter past nine; Uncle Vince's meeting's at ten." "Cool!" I give him the address and we end the call. We're all set. Fuck! This really will brighten the week up! Just one problem, what am I going to tell Michael? Well I've got time to think about it; I'm sure I can come up with something convincing. 0 o 0 o 0 o 0 Wednesday morning, quarter to nine. Mum left for work an hour ago. I've tried to keep myself busy, but the time's dragged. Well, not long to go; he'll call me if there's a problem. I pace around like a caged animal. I could do stuff on the computer, but I'm so horny there's no way I'd be able to concentrate. I want Greg and I want him here now. I got the Michael problem sorted, well, I think I did. I made out that Vince is my mum's cousin that she hadn't seen for years. Then a few weeks ago he got in contact. Greg's his son that I only just met. I kept the rest pretty much as it is; Greg would be spending the morning at my house while his dad was at a meeting. I thought Michael might suggest going round to his place but he didn't. He just shrugged and said okay. I told him I'd see him this afternoon. Well, it seems to have worked. But what about other problems? Suppose mum came home from work early for some reason? Even if we got our clothes on in time, there'd be a boy in the house she'd never seen before. That would take a bit of explaining. I need to stop worrying; mum's never come home from work like that, not even once. And anyway, if she was going to do that, she'd ring here first, well, I'm pretty sure she would. Ten past nine, I go up to my bedroom so I can look out through the window. The seconds tick by; time has almost stopped. Then I spot it, a dark green Jaguar purring along the road. Could this be them? The car glides to a halt opposite our house. A moment later, Greg steps out. The car turns around and speeds away. Yes!! I run downstairs and open the door before Greg even gets there. He slips inside; he looks stunning, even fitter than I remember him. Fuck! This is what I've been waiting for! "Wow! Great to see you!" I breathe. "Er, d'you want a drink?" "Thanks!" We wander through to the kitchen. "Tea, coffee, coke?" "Coke's cool." Good choice; I only have to pour it out. I'm so excited I can hardly manage that. Fuck the ice! We head up to my bedroom; I close the curtains. "Neat," he says approvingly. "Mine's tiny!" His is tiny? What about, you know? Oh I get it; he's talking about his room at home, not the room where we, you know. "And I have to share that with my four year old brother," he continues. "Not to mention having three sisters fighting and squabbling in the room next door!" Fuck! No wonder he like spending time at Vince's house! "So what d'you want to do?" I ask, smiling at him. "I'd like to spend a little time getting to know you better, a lot better." "How long have you got?" "Whatever; Uncle Vince gave me the money to go home on the train, so I can stay as long as you want." "I've got to meet my mates this afternoon. You can come along if you want, but it might be a bit awkward, you know." "Nah, I'll stay till lunchtime, if that's okay; it'll be easier. It takes about two hours by train anyway; got to keep up appearances, haven't we?" Yeah, well I'm getting to know what that's all about. The weird thing is that with James it's easy; he's mum's boyfriend, sort of like my step-dad, nuff said. This is a lot trickier. This is it then; I'm going to have sex with another boy right here in my own room. I reach out and touch the front of Greg's black three- quarter pants. His cock's rock hard and throbbing like crazy. In an instant he's discarded his Nike trainers and no-show socks. We help each other pull our tops off. I pause to look at him! Fuck! He is gorgeous! His pants quickly follow. I kneel on the floor. "Come here!" I tell him. He stands in front of me. I pull his red bikini briefs right down his legs. He steps out of them. I admire my prize; it's beautiful! I take his cock in my hand while I lick his big heavy balls. A minute later I plunge down on his cock like I'm trying to swallow it. He strokes my hair. Ohhh! He's what I want, what I've always wanted! Nothing can beat the feeling I get when I'm with him! I let him go and lick my lips, savouring the taste of him, sitting back on my heels to admire his soon-to-be manhood. Oh wow! He sits on the bed. "My turn now," he whispers. I get to my feet, allowing him to skin off my shorts and briefs. He leans forwards, engulfing my cock in his warm, wet mouth, his tongue slashing at my balls. His hand strokes between my legs, working its way slowly upwards till he's tickling the sensitive bit between my balls and my arse. Oh! This is perfect! I've never wanted anything the way I want him! He lies back on the bed, pulling me over on top of him. We kiss passionately, tongues gently caressing each other, arms wrapped around each other's back, stroking, massaging, writhing around on the bed, dicks grinding together. I'm enveloped in his sexy boy-smell. This is so intense; I never want it to end. Finally it does. I pull back a little so I can look at him. His eyes are sparkling. "You are the most special kid on this entire planet, d'you know that?" he whispers. "You're not so bad yourself!" I say, licking his nose. Don't ask me how we got here, but we're on our left sides doing a sixty-nine. Holy shit! Greg's sucking is unbelievable; his mouth's so warm and wet, his lips so tight, and the way he uses his tongue! Fuck! You just can't do it better than he does! I fish the KY from its hiding place under the pillow and hand it to him. (In case you're wondering, I didn't get it off James; I went to Superdrug and bought it.) Well, anyway, Greg lubes up his fingers. I cock my right leg over him to make it easier. He does it beautifully, his slimy fingers gently working their way into my bum and touching my sex gland. Oh wow! I can't stop this; I don't even want to. His fingers slide back then push right in again. I explode, my cock swelling and jerking over and over, jamming itself against the roof of his mouth. For a few seconds we hold perfectly still. My dick starts to soften and he gently lets me go. I sag back onto the bed, totally drained and wonderfully, wonderfully happy, Greg lying next to me, purring like a contented cat, the back of one finger gently stroking my hair. "You okay?" he whispers. I turn towards him; I guess my smile tells him everything. I take a few deeps breaths, trying to drink it all in, savouring the total perfection of the moment, just lying there, my eyes glued to the beautiful boy next to me. I'm in heaven; nothing can be better than this, it just can't. My dick's stirring again. "I want you to fuck me," I tell him. "Are you ready?" he asks. "Yeah!" He goes to pick up the KY, but I beat him to it. "I want to do that," I say, smiling at him. He gets onto his knees, turning towards me. I reach up, smearing the slimy gel all over his beautiful cock. He positions himself between my knees and lifts up my legs like he did the last time we fucked. He crawls forward a foot or so, pressing his cock against my exposed hole. He pushes one way; I relax and push the other. I watch spellbound; my ring opens up, and his cock slides about halfway in, just touching my prostate. I smile up at him; this feels so good! "You're so tight!" he whispers. "Oh, yeah!" He holds the backs of my thighs and pushes the rest of his cock into me. He pauses again to steady himself and sets about his task, pulling back till just the head is left inside me then thrusting right in again. I look up, admiring his slim, athletic body, glistening under a sheen of perspiration. He is beautiful! Five minutes pass. The sensations in my cock are intense, almost painful. It's not long since I had my last orgasm; now another one is building rapidly. Without even thinking about it I reach down to play with my dick. "Naughty!" he says, grinning down at me, knocking my hand away and replacing my fingers with his own. Holy shit!!! "Aaaaaarrrrhhhhh!!!" I wail. My fingers dig into the bed; my legs flail uncontrollably, my bum squeezing him even tighter, my super-sensitive cock twitching violently under his touch. At last he lets it go, pushing himself down between my thighs, our mouths meeting in the most passionate kiss, like, ever! His cock is still pistoning into my bum; he's totally going for it, giving me everything he's got. Suddenly he's there, his breath turning from warm to hot, flooding my nostrils and making me feel light-headed. His cock explodes deep inside me, several volleys of boy-spunk spurting into my bum. Oh yeah! For several seconds we stay perfectly still, frozen in the moment, then fall over sideways, completely exhausted. We slowly untangle ourselves, incapable of doing anything very fast. We are a mess! I lead the way to the bathroom, Greg following close behind. "Having a shower?" he asks. "Just a quick one," I tell him. "We'll be needing another one later," I add, giving him a big grin. "Together?" "Yeah, cool!" We climb into the bath and pull the curtain. I switch on the shower; after a few seconds the water's up to temperature. Greg removes the shower-head from the bracket on the wall, spraying both of us all over. I take the bottle of shower gel from the shelf and lather him up. I pass him the bottle; very gently he does the same for me then picks up the showerhead and rinses me off. He passes it to me and I return the favour. This is so nice! It's not sexy at all; we aren't even hard, but there's this really great feeling of, well, just enjoying being together, helping each other. We turn off the water, get out of the bath and dry off. Leaving our towels on the rail we pad back across to my bedroom. The bed looks like it's been attacked by, well, a couple of horny boys. I straighten it out and we flop down next to each other, both of us lying on our tummies. We don't chat; right now there's no need. "Greg," I ask finally, gently running my fingers down his back, "you know you told me about that boy at school, have you, you know?" "Scott? Yeah, go round his place all the time when I'm not at Uncle Vince's." "Tell me then!" "Seemed a bit nervous to start with; got him sucking my cock but he wasn't really into it, wouldn't let me cum in his mouth or nothin'. Loves me sucking his though. Anyway, I tried fingering him. He liked that, `specially, you know, me sucking and fingering him at the same time. So about a week ago I got two fingers up him. Right out of the blue he says, "are you going to fuck me, I know you want to." Well, I wasn't going to turn down an offer like that, was I?" "Cool! So how did you have him? Like we just did it?" "Nah, that's no good if you haven't taken it before; you keep flinching and it won't go in. Had him on his tummy with a pillow under him; gave him a right seeing-to! Lovely little arse! Not a nice as yours though!" "Did he like it then?" "Squealed a bit when it went up him; he was okay with it after that. He wasn't into it, you know, like you are, but he must have liked it `cause he cummed on the pillow. Anyway he's let me do him again." "Cool! So what did you mean about him not being into it like me?" "Just lies there and lets me do it to him. Then he just suddenly cums." "Oh." He turns towards me. "Yeah, he's okay," he says smiling, "but it's nowhere like as good as doing it with you." That's nice. Well, why else would he travel all this way? Must be careful; he probably says the same to Scott. I don't care; he said it to me and that makes me feel good. We lie there some more, chilling out, chatting about this and that. "People think guys like Uncle Vince are bad," he tells me. "That's a load of shit. He really looks after us, me and Conor. We're his eldest nephews. He's going to retire when he's fifty-five; then the business will be ours. I'll be managing director at the age of thirty two." He reaches across and massages my back. Mmmmm! I like that. I'm getting hard again; have to adjust my position. I check him out; looks like he is too. Fuck! He is well fit! "Greg, you know you said you fucked Scott on his tummy?" "Yeah?" "Show me." "You want me to, you know?" "Yeah" I grab a pillow and stuff it under me. Greg moves into position, kneeling between my legs and lubes himself up. He lowers himself onto me, spearing me with his beautiful hard cock, slowly sinking down, his tummy's pressing tight against my bum. Oh, yeah! He rests his weight on the palms of his hands and slowly pulls back until he's almost out then sinking back down again. Gradually it builds up. Fuck! Having Greg inside me, pounding my arse, is just the best feeling possible. "Ooh!" I moan. "Oh yeah, do it man! I want more!!" I push back against him, trying to suck him in even deeper. The tingly feelings start to creep over me; I'm almost there. My legs suddenly flick up, my feet touching Greg's thighs. "Oooh! Oh Greg!" My cock twitches violently against the pillow. Then I'm done. Greg's not though, dropping onto his elbows, pounding me harder than ever. "Oh! Chris! Chris! It's cumming!! Aaarrrggghhhh!!!" Blasts of his hot breath, the now familiar feeling of his cock unloading in my bum, then it's over. Slowly, he sinks right down on top of me, holding me tight, his heart thumping against my back. Oh yeah; that was everything I wanted it to be. 0 o 0 o 0 o 0 Showered and dressed, we sit in the kitchen to eat some lunch. It's nearly time for him to go. Fuck! I wish he could stay here; I'm going to miss him. We finish eating. "Tomorrow," Greg says quietly, "I'm taking Conor to Scott's house. Don't want to say too much at the moment, got to see how it goes. Can I call you Friday?" "Yeah, cool." "What's the best time?" "About nine o'clock?" "Cool! I'll call you then." We set off for the short walk to the station. Greg buys his ticket and heads out onto the platform. Sadly, I turn around to walk back to Michael's house. Greg and Conor round at Scott's house; fuck, I'd love to be part of that! I walk up the path and ring the bell. Michael opens the door, looking pleased to see me. "So was that your cousin I saw you walking past the house with just now?" he asks. "Yeah, I was taking him to the station; he had to go and meet his dad." "Funny, he even looks like you," he says, smiling. "That's what everyone says," I tell him, smiling back. It looks like I sold him that one, anyway.