Date: Thu, 3 Jan 2013 00:16:27 +0000 From: Bobby Chester Subject: Jamie Lawrence, Chapter Eighteen Jamie Lawrence - Chapter Eighteen Warning This story contains graphic description of sex acts between members of the same sex. If accessing material such as this is illegal in your country, province, or state, please do not continue reading. The characters described within this story are entirely fictional and should be taken as such. Any resemblance to any person(s) living or dead is entirely coincidental. Please remember to donate anything you can spare to Nifty. The link to do so can be found on their homepage and on all directories. ***************************************************************************** Jamie Lawrence - Chapter Eighteen "Ow. Thanks for- Ow. Helping me- Ow. Home- Ow," said Callum as he hobbled along, one arm slung around Darius's shoulders. Football practice hadn't gone well for Callum as when he had moved in for a tackle, he had ended up with Pete landing rather heavily on on his left shin. Darius, the ever valiant friend, had been at Callum's side since that moment. Callum's fears that he would never have friends had all vanished with the appearance of Darius. Over the last three weeks of school, they had become best friends. There hadn't been a day since they had met that they had not seen each other. Callum had never uttered a word about his rather fluid sexual orientation, fearing that Darius would flee, especially in light of the fact that Callum had a huge crush on the stunning boy. "No problem, dude. Hold on, let me get the gate." Darius flicked the gate open and half-carried Callum into the Carters' front yard. He looked thoughtful for a second. "Do you still like Jasmine Newman?" The question was so out of the blue that Callum blustered for a few seconds before he answered. "I haven't really thought about it. She was a little full on, you know?" "Yeah, she's got a bit of a reputation in the 'in' crowd." He used his right hand to make quotation marks as his left arm was wrapped around Callum's waist. "Why do you ask?" Now it was Darius's turn to bluster. "I, well, I just, erm...you know, er..." Callum dared not hope that Darius's bluster was anything to do with him. More likely, Darius wanted to ask Jasmine out, but he was being a good friend to Callum by asking his permission. "Well, I was wondering, 'Cause I wanted to..." he gestured to Callum. "I mean, if you're not...'Cause you never..." "If you want to do it, then do it." Callum's heart sank as he said the words. He still wanted Darius, but Darius was straight. Shane had told him not to get his hopes up, and now he could see why. He choked back a sob. "Really?" asked Darius, his eyes bright. Callum nodded sadly. Darius surprised Callum then. He turned Callum to face him and slipped his hands around his hips, pressing their crotches together. "I was scared to ask in case you weren't gay. 'Cause you never said anything about guys, but I hoped..." Callum's eyes had gone very wide and he swallowed loudly. Darius leaned down minutely, his eyes on Callum's trembling lower lip. He couldn't believe it. The way Darius had been talking, it had sounded like he wanted to ask Jasmine out, but he was asking if Callum was gay... Right then, Callum definitely felt gay. His crotch, pressed tightly against Darius's, was beginning to harden and grow. As Darius's face got closer to Callum's, his breathing became ragged. He could feel Darius's breath on his face. It smelled nice. Darius put his right hand on Callum's neck and both boys closed their eyes. Callum could feel that Darius was also hardening in his pants and he wanted nothing more than to slide his hand under his belt and grab a fistful Darius's cock. Their lips touched and Callum's body melted. He slung his arms around Darius's shoulders to keep from sliding to the ground. Darius responded by lifting Callum onto his tiptoes. Callum felt Darius's tongue touch his lip and he opened his mouth to allow him entry. When his tongue touched Callum's, he moaned lustfully into Darius's mouth. Unconsciously, he started to grind his crotch into Darius's. Darius pulled away. "W-wow," he said, looking slightly lost. His cheeks were flushed and he had yet to open his eyes. "Definitely," said Callum. He could still feel his heart beating erratically and he was staring at Darius's bottom lip, seriously considering nibbling it. A round of applause erupted from above them and they looked up to see Jamie and Shane hanging out of Shane's bedroom window, cheering them on. "That really was some kiss," said Jamie. "We're going to have to work much harder if we're going to compete!" he said to Shane. ----------------------------------------------- "Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Are we there yet?" "Shane, you're being annoying again." "That's why you love me though." He leaned over to Jamie and kissed his cheek. "It won't be too much longer now," said Kyle from the driver's seat. "We just crossed into Wales." Jamie's legs were seriously beginning to cramp, having been sat in the backseat of Kyle's orange Punto for nearly five hours. "This weekend is going to be so cool!" enthused Shane. Darren, Jamie and Shane had Friday off college due to a Teacher Training Day so Darren suggested they have a camping weekend in Wales. Kyle had booked it off work since he was the only one able to drive them. Shane was intolerably excited, and Darren was studiously reading every brochure he had been able to find. Kyle of course was a dab hand at camping having joined the men in his family on many a trip. Jamie was less thrilled. He had never been camping before, and the idea of it seriously troubled him. Three days without a shower. Using a chemical toilet. Nothing but a flimsy bit of canvas between him and the Welsh air. It did NOT sound like a holiday to him but Shane wanted to go so Jamie had agreed, and so they had set out on the Thursday afternoon heading for the border. "We're going to have to stop. We're nearly out of Go-Juice," said Kyle tapping the fuel gauge. "Plus, I'm dying for a ciggie." "I thought we were quitting together?" asked Darren, his hand in Kyle's lap. It was nice to watch Kyle and Darren together as they were almost constantly in contact with one another. A hand in a lap; arms around shoulders; lips gently tracing a jawline. "Driving stresses me out, Dazzle. One won't hurt, will it?" Darren shrugged and returned to his reading. Kyle switched on the radio and started to sing along to 'Chasing Pavements'. Jamie, bored as he was, created a new game to play. He tentatively dubbed it 'Make Shane horny'. He unbuckled his seatbelt and slid over to his boyfriend. Using the music as cover, he craned up to Shane's ear, placing his hand on his crotch and whispered "When we get to the petrol station, I'm going to take you into the toilets and lick your dick from base to tip. I'm going to slide your balls between my lips and kiss your raging hard-on. As if it were responding to hearing its name, Shane's dick started to grow beneath Jamie's hand. Jamie kissed Shane's earlobe and started to breathe heavily into Shane's ear, whispering seductively. "I'm going to suck you until you scream my name. Would you like that?" Shane nodded, his mouth wide. He gulped. "Uh-huh." "I'll bet you would." He kissed Shane's neck. "Tell me how much." "A l-lot..." "Oh, yeah," moaned Jamie. He gave Shane's tenting crotch a squeeze, then dropped the seductive voice. "Well, we'll be there soon," he said, patting Shane's leg and sliding back over to his side of the car. He gave Shane a mischievous wink. "You'll pay for that," said Shane playfully. ----------------------------------------------- On his way back from the toilets, Shane had to rearrange himself, and when he looked up, he saw Darren chuckling. "Did you have fun?" he asked. Shane flushed. "Shut up." Jamie came running up behind him and jumped onto his back. He was so light that Shane had no trouble catching him. "Giddy up!" he called out. Shane neighed and cantered to the car. "Okay ladies!" called Kyle, stubbing out his cigarette. "We're about half an hour from the site, so lets get on it. We don't want to lose the light before the tent is up otherwise we're all kipping in the car!" They arrived at the site and set about erecting the four-man tent. Shane and Darren joked that there was only two men but after a withering glare from Jamie and Kyle, they shut up and focussed on their work. Kyle saw to the evening meal, pulling out all sorts of camp cooking equipment and hummed while he worked, leaving Jamie with not much to do besides explore. The site was well hidden from prying eyes, meaning that the four boys would have plenty of privacy, however Jamie spotted a hand written sign that worried him; 'Beware wandering sheep.' He imagined waking up the following morning to find a woolly monster staring him in the eye and shuddered. He returned to the camp to find Kyle putting bed sheets on two mid sized air mattresses. "I thought you used sleeping bags when you went camping," he said, confused. "That's old-hat!" giggled Kyle. "It's warm enough that we won't need them. Besides, when it's a couples weekend, you make up actual beds. Otherwise, how would you bonk?" He winked at Jamie and then turned his attention to Darren who was stripping his t-shirt away from his sweaty body. Seemingly unconsciously, Kyle licked his lips. Jamie giggled. "You were talking about bonking?" he said slyly. Kyle blushed and returned to his work. Jamie had to admit, Darren WAS a sight to behold. He remembered often thinking of him as an ogre, but in many ways, his judgement had been clouded by how much he disliked the boy. Now that he knew Darren to be an affectionate and dedicated friend, however, he could truly appreciate his sculpted pecs and wash-board abs. He momentarily wondered about his other physical attributes before helping Kyle arrange the two beds side by side. ----------------------------------------------- On Friday morning, Jamie woke up first. He hadn't had the best night's sleep as the air mattresses kept squeaking whenever anybody moved. He had hovered on the edge of sleep for more hours than he could count. He cuddled himself closer to Shane's bare chest, kissed his pec, and closed his eyes again with a sigh. Another restless minute passed and, reluctantly, he got up. His bladder was shouting for his attention. He slipped into Shane's steel-toe-capped boots and headed out to find a tree he could water. As always, his morning erection led the way and as he released his flow, it squirted off in a huge arc until the reduction in pressure allowed his dick to soften. Letting out a sigh of relief, he slipped his dick back into his pyjamas and turned back toward the tent only to find a pair of brown eyes staring balefully at him from within a mound of wool. Jamie screamed and attempted to climb the tree, with not much success. Shane's workman's boots were at least three sizes to big for him and he couldn't climb in them. Shane came barrelling from around the trees, having heard Jamie scream. He was clad in nothing but a pair of black boxer shorts and a worried expression. "Jamie?!" "Help!" He drew nearer and slowed, his expression going to confusion. "Did you scream because of a sheep?" "It's got murder in its eyes!" Jamie choked out, his back to the tree. Shane drew up next to the sheep's head. The beast was still staring at Jamie, but closed its eyes when Shane put his hand on its head. "Shane, no!" Jamie was shaking. Shane chuckled warmly. "Babe, its a domestic sheep. They're usually a bit more skittish than this, but they're completely harmless." He patted the side of the monster's neck. "There's a good sheep. Come and stroke her, Jamie." "What if she bites me?" "Then we'll get you a Tetanus booster," said Shane, rolling his eyes. "She won't bite you though, since you're not made of grass." Tentatively, Jamie stepped forward, nearly tripping in Shane's huge boots. As he got closer, the sheep didn't change its expression, nor did it look away from Jamie. Within reach, he raised his shaking arm and touched it to the sheep's head. He only touched it for a second before quickly withdrawing his hand. "There. Not so bad, is it?" asked Shane, only slightly patronisingly. He wrapped his arms around Jamie and hugged him to his chest. "Morning, babe." "Morning," responded Jamie. After a minute, Shane chuckled. "What's funny?" "The sheep is headbutting my leg. Can we go back to the tent? I'm kind of under-dressed for shepherding." ----------------------------------------------- "What was all that commotion this morning?" asked Kyle as he prepared sausages for breakfast. "Jamie thought he would try his hand at zoology," said Shane, looking archly at Jamie. Jamie flicked a glob of jam at him and stuck his tongue out. "Put that tongue away or I'll come over there and suck on it." "Is that a threat or a promise?" Kyle looked up from the pan to stare at Darren who was lying topless on a sheet a few feet away. His back was just as muscular as his front. "Dazzle, sweetie, you're going to burn. The suns really hot today." "I'm a man, baby. Real men don't burn," said Darren cheekily. "Well, real men with worried boyfriends wear sunscreen anyway." "Fine, but you have to put it on me," said Darren with a glint in his eye. Kyle sighed and handed Jamie the cooking tongues. Darren rolled onto his front and Kyle sat across his pelvis. He proceeded to take great care liberally applying cream to every muscular inch of Darren. A couple of times, Jamie forgot to watch the sausages as he got enthralled by the sound of Darren's appreciative moans. When Darren was thoroughly covered, Kyle continued to sit across his pelvis. "Something wrong, babe?" asked Darren. Kyle blushed. "Probably shouldn't stand up until I regain control." His eyes flicked down. Jamie giggled and Shane turned to face the other way. "Mmm," said Darren. "I guess it wouldn't help if I did this..." He pulled Kyle's face down and kissed him sensuously." Sensing that things could escalate quickly, Jamie announced breakfast in a voice a little louder than was really necessary. ----------------------------------------------- "Okie dokie!" exclaimed Kyle. "Since we've already wasted the whole day sunbathing, we may as well waste the night too." He wasn't altogether happy about it, but they had two more days to make something of the trip. "Actually, I have an idea," said Darren. "I bought some Vodka at that newsagents that doesn't ID anyone. It's in the boot." Kyle turned on Darren. "Sweetie? Can I see you in the tent for a moment?" "Sure!" said Darren happily. That was something Kyle loved about Darren. He was always so happy and upbeat. Inside the tent, Kyle stepped over Jamie and Shane's bed onto his and Darren's. "Babz, what are you thinking?" "Well, you know what the doctors said as well as I do. They said that the drugs were more of a cry for help than any kind of addiction. Besides, I want to learn to be able to have a glass of wine when you have one. And when we go to the wedding next month, I'd like to be able to join in the toast." "But what if you..." "Spiral out of control? How can I with you worrying about me every second of the day?" Darren pushed Kyle onto the mattress and lay on top of him. "My over-protective little Angel." He kissed Kyle. "What did I do to deserve you?" "I think we're both lucky," said Kyle. "Now I think we'd better get back to the others before they start thinking we're fucking." "Maybe we SHOULD, just so they don't have to wonder." Darren winked. "Get off me you great lummox." Kyle kissed Darren and rolled him over before exiting the tent. "Come on." When they came out of the tent, Jamie and Shane had already recovered the Vodka. "You guys okay?" asked Shane. "Yeah. Get pouring." Darren sat in his fold-out chair and pulled Kyle into his lap. More and more over the last few weeks, this had become Kyle's seat. He loved being so close to Darren. Plus, it made quick kisses much easier. Shane handed out four Vodka and Cokes and drained half of his immediately. Darren only sipped at his while Jamie and Kyle took a big gulp each. "How about we play 'Truth or Dare' until we've got a good buzz going?" asked Shane. "Yeah, but nothing too crazy." "I'll start," said Shane. "Jamie, truth or dare?" "Dare." "Okay. Give me a kiss." Jamie rolled his eyes. "Is that the best you can come up with?" He leaned over and gave Shane a big, wet kiss. "Darren said not to go too big," he said innocently. "Well you can go a bit bigger than that. Like this, Darren, truth or dare?" "Truth." "Um, how many inches?" Darren chuckled. "Seven. Kyle, truth or dare?" "Truth." "Favourite sexual position?" "Ooh, I don't know what it's called. Face-down with you lying on my back." He kissed Darren's nose. "Shane. T or D?" "Dare." Kyle pursed his lips. "With Jamie's permission of course, lick the bottom of his foot." Jamie reacted instantly, removing his shoe and sock. Shane chugged the rest of his drink and took Jamie's foot in his hand, cupping the heel. "I'll warn you now," said Jamie to Kyle. "I'm REALLY ticklish." Shane kissed the heel of Jamie's foot before touching it with the tip of his tongue. He then licked the full length of Jamie's foot causing Jamie to giggle uncontrollably. When he reached the big toe, he sucked it into his mouth for a second and then released it. "Satisfied?" he asked Kyle. Kyle nodded. Rather than releasing Jamie's foot, Shane proceeded to give him a foot-rub. ----------------------------------------------- The boys all drank a few more, with Darren noticeably lagging behind, though he was picking up speed. Jamie could definitely feel the alcohol. The game continued, although the 'Truth' part had been entirely dropped, and the dares were becoming more and more outrageous. "Okay," said Jamie. "Streak the campsite." Darren laughed. "Easy." He tapped Kyle's knee. Kyle jumped up, swayed slightly and then toppled into his own foldaway chair. Darren slipped off his top and then unbuckled his belt. He slipped his jeans and boxers off in one swift movement and all three viewers caught their breath. Darren was stunning to look at naked. His well defined v-section ran down to his trimmed pubic region. His low-hanging balls were a nice size and complimented his semi-erect penis nicely. He slipped his shoes back on and ran around the tent twice, his hardening dick swinging about as he went. He laughed the whole way around. He came over to Kyle and leaned down, still naked, for a kiss. As he did, Kyle grabbed hold of his dick and gave it a few swift pulls before breaking the kiss. "Now put your pants back on. Leave your top off though." He giggled. He was obviously fairly tipsy. Jamie had to shake himself to recover from what he had just seen. "Okay, Kyle," said Darren. "I think, with the other's permission, you should kiss Jamie." Jamie looked at Shane and shrugged. Shane gave the slightest of nods and Jamie rose. "Come on Summers. Let's do this thing!" he said, giggling. Shane ran over to take Kyle's seat next to Darren, forming a sort of impromptu viewing area. Jamie licked his lips and stood in front of Kyle. Kyle was swaying a little, though Jamie was no better. They shared a close-lipped kiss for a few seconds before they parted. Shane and Darren were not happy. "Oh come on!" shouted Shane. "I know for a fact Jamie can do better than that." Jamie rolled his eyes. He pulled Kyle in for another go. Jamie slid his tongue into Kyle's mouth and the pair wrestled tongues for a full minute before they finally pulled apart. They both looked at their boyfriends who were looking extremely aroused. "That was hot..." said Darren. "What do you think, Jamie?" asked Kyle. "Fair's fair." He nodded at Shane and Darren. Jamie nodded. "Okay. I dare Shane to make out with Darren." Both of the larger boys shrugged and jumped from their seats. "Jamie, should we make them both topless?" Jamie smiled wide and nodded again. Shane threw his top into Jamie's face and turned to face Darren. Jamie stuffed Shane's t-shirt to his nose and inhaled deeply. Shane and Darren leaned in to one another. They pressed their pecs together and grabbed each others hips. They kissed, their tongues immediately meeting. They writhed against each other for a while, leaving Jamie in two minds. This was his boyfriend and he was feeling a little jealous, but he had to admit that watching these two muscular young men writhe against each other with tents in their jeans was hot. He was getting harder by the second. When Shane and Darren pulled apart, looking a little flushed, Jamie practically tackled Shane. They landed with a thud on the grass and Jamie immediately set his tongue to work on Shane's. From behind nearby, he could hear the distinctive sounds of the other two kissing as well. Shane rolled Jamie onto his back and lay on top of him, running his hand up Jamie's shirt to find his right nipple. They were both moaning ecstatically, encouraged by the moans coming from across the site. Shane pulled away from the kiss and looked at Jamie excitedly. "Tent?" Jamie nodded energetically. "Tent." The two practically ran into the tent, Shane tearing off his trousers as they went. Shane threw Jamie onto their bed and immediately pulled off his skinny jeans. It was when Shane had half of Jamie's dick in his mouth that Kyle and Darren appeared. "Don't mind us. As you were," said Kyle, stripping off his t-shirt and straddling Darren. Jamie watched as he undid Darren's jeans, pulled his throbbing erection out and started to run his hand up and down the full length, fully retracting the foreskin and returning it time and time again whilst Darren moaned appreciatively. Between the stimulation of the live show and the warmth of Shane's mouth, Jamie was fit to burst. He tapped Shane's shoulder. "Babe, stop. I'm already close." Shane pulled off and threw Jamie's legs over his shoulders, even as Kyle was standing to remove his remaining clothes. Jamie heard the tube of KY click open and then closed before he felt Shane's dick press to his sphincter. Shane entered Jamie slowly at first but as he got deeper, he got faster. Jamie moaned as he felt it press against his prostate and a drop of pre-cum dribbled out of his own quivering phallus. Jamie glanced over to see Kyle sliding a condom onto Darren's dick while Darren lay back, watching. Kyle grabbed the KY, lathered Darren up and lowered himself, inch by inch, to Darren's pelvis, taking Darren's seven inches to the hilt. Jamie ran his hands through Shane's hair as he came down for a kiss. They melded their tongues, Shane not moving inside Jamie for a few moments before he started a slow gyration. Whilst Kyle was moving around on Darren's pelvis, he was playing with Darren's nipples while Darren continually squeezed Kyle's dick. The tent was filled with happy moans. Shane was moving so slowly that Jamie could not reach climax, which Jamie suspected was Shane's plan. Jamie had other ideas. He wrapped his legs around Shane's torso and guided him into a faster motion. Shane pressed harder and harder, a faint sheen of sweat appearing on his forehead. "Kyle, slow down," said Darren, his head tilted as far back as it would go. "I'm gonna cum." Kyle seemed to take that as a challenge. He guided Darren's hand back to his dick and coached him into a wanking motion, even as he sped up his own up-and-down motion. Jamie saw Darren's toes curling. Seeing the ecstasy on Darren's face, Jamie felt his own orgasm rush over him. Almost like a cascade, the four boys came one after the other. Darren's torso tensed up and he bellowed out "Fuck!" followed by an almost bear-like growl from Shane who bucked into Jamie three times. Jamie clutched at Shane's neck as he moaned out "Aah, aaaagh!" and five shots of creamy white liquid flew all over his chest and neck. Last of all came Kyle who threw his head back, almost as loudly as Darren, shouted "Oh fuck! Yes!" and painted Darren white. Each couple spent a minute or two slowly tongue wrestling before Kyle chucked a t-shirt over to Shane who lovingly dabbed at Jamie's chest. Jamie, still breathing heavily, put his hand to Shane cheek. "I love you." "I love you too." A pair of whispered "I love you"'s came from the other side of the tent before all four fell to sleep in their lover's arms. ----------------------------------------------- On Saturday morning, Matty parked his bike outside 76 Heap Bridge, a pretty little street about a mile from Bury College. He slipped off his helmet and unzipped his bike jacket. He checked his hair and teeth in the wing mirror and gave himself a nod of approval. He walked to the front door of the house and politely knocked three times. A minute passed and a forty year old woman came to the door, a pink apron slung around her slender hips. It went well with her auburn hair which was the exact same shade as Oliver's. "Hi, I'm Matty." "Ah, so YOU'RE the boy who has convinced my son it's okay to speak once in a while!" She stepped forward, closing the door behind her to stand in the front yard with Matty. "Thank you for that." "I really didn't do anything," said Matty modestly. "Well you must have done something. Half of the sentences out of Oliver's mouth are 'Matty this' or 'Matty that'." Matty was not prone to blushing; he was not usually susceptible to any kind of flattery. Knowing, however, that Oliver talked about him filled him with a warm glow that found it's way to his cheeks. "Oh! How rude of me! I'm Bella." She wiped her hand on her apron and extended a hand. "Bella Rose." "Matty Donovan-Samuels." "Well, come in, come in." She hurried Matty through the door. "The husband is at work." She glanced up the stairs. "Oliver! You have a visitor!" She turned to Matty. "Tea?" "No, thank you Mrs Rose. We need to get going right away." Oliver came down the stairs slowly and stood next to Matty. He kept his head down, not looking at Matty or Bella. "Hi Matty." He seemed to have gone back into his shell a little. Sensing that, Matty didn't try to take his hand. As always, he was wearing the faded hoodie with the skull and bleeding heart design. "Hey," said Matty. "Let's go, then. It was nice to meet you, Mrs Rose." "You too dear." Outside, Matty led Oliver to his bike. "W-wait; you want me to get on that?" asked Oliver, looking worried. "Don't worry; I'm not going to let anything happen to you. Ever." And it was true. Though he had only known Oliver for a very short time, he felt massively protective of the boy. Oliver seemed torn between his desire to not get on the bike and his desire to do exactly what Matty wanted him to do. Matty pulled the second helmet out of the top-box. He took one last look at Oliver's perfect features before he stuffed the helmet on his head and flicked the visor down. "You look positively gorgeous," said Matty. From somewhere in the helmet, he heard a quiet, nervous laugh. They mounted up and Oliver wrapped his arms tightly around Matty's waist. Matty felt a momentary thrill from the contact before he kicked his bike into life. ----------------------------------------------- Shane was slow to wake on Saturday. He felt distinctly like his head was full of wool and his mouth was incredibly dry. The one consolation he had was that he could feel Jamie's little body wrapped up in his arms. But he needed water. He carefully rolled Jamie onto Darren and Kyle's bed, seeing that Darren had already vacated the tent, and rose. Suddenly he was very aware that he was naked. He scanned the floor of the tent and found...nothing. And then he remembered where his clothes were; scattered all around the campsite. He popped his head out of the tent and saw Darren tending to breakfast with his back to him. He saw his boxers and very quietly edged toward them. Unfortunately, as he put them on, he managed to tangle them around his feet and, with a yell of surprise, fell to the floor. "Morning Shane," said Darren, eyeing him up. He had a grin plastered across his face. "Nice arse." Shane rolled his eyes, gathered up the rest of yesterday's clothes and headed back into the tent. When he got in there, what he saw gave him cause to go back out. "Psst! Darren. Get my DigiCam out of my bag there!" Darren looked confused but brought the camera over. Shane guided him back into the tent and both smiled at the sight before them. Jamie and Kyle were holding on to each other, face to face, their lips almost touching. To Shane and Darren, they looked impossibly cute. Shane cued up the camera and grabbed a quick photo. Darren excused himself to finish the breakfast and Shane dressed quietly. An hour later, Jamie and Kyle were huddled over a map stretched out on the bonnet of Kyle's Punto, chatting away effusively. Finally, as Shane was stuffing the last remnants of his salad into his mouth, they came over. "Right, you two. Get your shoes on. We've got a surprise for you," said Jamie. "I HAD planned on this being part of your birthday present, Shane, but I figured you wouldn't mind it now." Jamie and Kyle sat in the front seat; Jamie on navigation and Kyle doing the driving. "There! Turn right!" Kyle spun the car onto a dirt road which they travelled for another fifteen minutes. Jamie reached into his bag and pulled out two t-shirts which he handed to Darren and Shane. "Cover your eyes, you two." After a furtive look at one other, Darren and Shane applied their makeshift blindfolds. When the car pulled up, Kyle and Jamie guided their boyfriends out of the car and positioned them just right. "One, two, three!" Both t-shirts were lifted. Shane was faced with a platform suspended hundreds of feet in the air on a crane. "No way!" he said excitedly. "Cool!" bellowed Darren. "I've always wanted to go bungee jumping!" Kyle and Jamie shared a quick victory glance. "Shall we go and pay for our big kids?" asked Kyle. They headed off and were back within a minute. "The cranky old biddie wanted me to tell you that if you're going to throw up, do it in the toilets over there." Shane picked Jamie up. "You're an awesome boyfriend," he said, kissing Jamie. ----------------------------------------------- "Okay, keep them closed," said Matty, guiding Oliver over a fallen log. "Nearly there." He guided Oliver into the little clearing he had selected earlier that day and positioned him so that he would get the full effect of it when he opened his eyes. He stood behind Oliver and wrapped his arms around his waist. "Okay. Open them." Oliver opened his eyes and gasped. Matty had set up a picnic in the clearing. A fairly simple idea, but one vastly improved by his selection of location. He had chosen Lake Alchrington, a mile wide body of water that, from this position, would catch the noon sun just right making the whole area glisten like a dream. "Oh, Matty. It's beautiful." He turned and hugged Matty fiercely, then pulled away, embarrassed by his sudden show of affection. Matty took up a seat on the blanket he had laid out an hour earlier and patted the space beside him. ----------------------------------------------- "What do you mean, you're not doing it?" Jamie looked at his boyfriend then at the platform in the sky. "You're not serious? There's not enough money in the world to make me do that! You go and enjoy yourself. I'll be waiting for you down here." Shane didn't seem happy but gave Jamie a quick kiss and made his way up along with Darren. Fifteen minutes and two other jumpers later, Shane could be heard shouting at the top of his lungs as he descended at high speed. He bobbed around for a minute or two before he was righted and returned to his waiting boyfriend. "That was so fucking cool!" he said, bouncing energetically from foot to foot. He was slightly wild eyed. "Wow, you're really amped up," said Jamie. "Fuck. You've got to try it! It makes you so-" He picked Jamie up and slid his tongue as far into Jamie's mouth as it would go. "...fucking horny." Without putting Jamie down, he headed for the toilets. "Really fucking horny." Jamie giggled, figuring out what Shane was planning. Without hesitation, he carried Jamie into the neaby toilet building and selected a cubicle that didn't look completely disgusting. Before Jamie had flicked the lock to 'occupied', Shane was unbuttoning Jamie's jeans. He bit Jamie's left bum-cheek before spinning him around and slurping his half-hard dick into his mouth. He seemed like a man on a mission, sucking hard on Jamie's cock until it was completely hard. He licked furiously at Jamie's balls and played with his rosebud with a finger or two. Jamie was overcome and started to whimper in pleasure. He tapped Shane's shoulder to give him some warning, though he knew that Shane would want to take the full load. He only took the first shot, however. For the subsequent three, he leaned back on his haunches and let them splatter across his cheeks and forehead. He licked his lips as some trickled down to his lips. Satisfied, he grabbed some tissue and cleared his face before he rose and said breathlessly "Turn around." ----------------------------------------------- Matty and Oliver had been chatting all afternoon as they made their way through various tubs of couscous, pâté, and succulent cold meats, and Matty found that the more he heard Oliver speak, the more he wanted him to speak. Alone in this forest, the boy seemed more comfortable than Matty had ever seen him before. "Okay. Dessert," said Matty. He reached into the cooler and pulled out strawberries and cream. "Mmm," said Oliver. "I love strawberries." "It appears that, though I've brought two spoons, I've only brought one bowl," said Matty, looking through his basket for the third time. "D'you mind sharing?" Oliver shook his head. Something about the rosy tint to his cheeks told Matty that he REALLY didn't mind sharing. Matty sat with his back against a tree and invited Oliver to sit between his legs, leaning back against Matty's chest. Oliver did this and held the bowl of strawberries and cream. "Thank you for bringing me out today, Matty." Matty pressed his face to the side of Oliver's head. "It was my pleasure." They sat in silence for a few minutes before Oliver spoke again. "Matty?" "Mmm?" "Do you want to kiss me? Now?" Matty's heart started beating faster. He desperately wanted to kiss Oliver, but he also didn't want to scare his skittish little deer away. Staying silent, he nodded, his head still pressed against Oliver's ear. "O-only if you want to." Oliver turned his head inch by inch to face Matty. As he did, his cheek slid along Matty's waiting lips. Finally Oliver was facing Matty. He stared into those hazel eyes, only half open and clearly watching Matty's lips. Matty brushed his nose against Oliver's before he tentatively enclosed Oliver's top lip in both of his own. He waited cautiously for Oliver to respond. He felt Oliver's lips part slightly and he silently rejoiced. He closed his eyes and raised his left hand to Oliver's face, tracing his jawline with the side of his thumb before brushing his silky hair over his ear. They kissed slowly, using only their lips and scarcely opening their mouths. For all they knew, they were the only two souls left in the world. After what felt like an eternity, and yet barely more than a few seconds, Matty let his kiss linger just long enough for Oliver to pull away. Oliver rested his head on Matty's chest and closed his eyes. He sighed happily. "Aren't you warm in that hoodie?" asked Matty, playing with one of the frayed edges. "A bit." Matty chuckled. "So take it off you dope." "No, I'm okay," said Oliver quietly. After a minute, he continued. "It was Ronnie's favourite. After he died, I started wearing it because it smelled like him. Then the more I wore it, the more it just smelled like me. Now I just wear because it feels like Ronnie's- I don't know; like he's still protecting me." Matty kissed the top of Oliver's head. "Do you think Ronnie would mind if I did a little of the protecting too?" Matty couldn't see Oliver's face as it was still buried in his chest, but he got the distinct impression that Oliver was smiling. "I think he'd like that." ----------------------------------------------- "Jamie, are you okay?" asked Shane, dragging a sheet out of the boot of the car. "I'm just," he yawned hugely. "I'm so tired. I can't sleep properly on those squeaky mattresses." Shane stretched out the sheet on the grass a little ways from the tent. Kyle and Darren were inside, 'sleeping'. He lay down and indicated that Jamie should join him. Jamie placed his head on Shane's chest and sighed contentedly. They both looked up at the night sky. A quarter moon adorned in wisps of cloud and a black expanse dotted with tiny, twinkling stars. "Romantic, isn't it?" asked Shane. The response was a soft snoring sound. Jamie had fallen asleep. Shane wriggled about and managed to retrieve his phone. He sent a text to Darren and waited. Darren came out two minutes later, completely naked, and carrying Jamie and Shane's blanket. He wrapped them both up in it, gave Shane a kiss on the cheek and returned to his boyfriend. Shane hugged Jamie a little closer, ran his fingers through his dark locks and looked up at the night sky. In that moment, looking up at heaven, he felt that he was already there. ***************************************************************************** Any comments, questions, or even suggestions are welcome. Please feel free to email me with your thoughts at thebobbyfish@gmail.com. Your emails are all very welcome, and I will try to answer ever single one of them! Keep an eye out for Chapter Nineteen!