Date: Mon, 30 Oct 2023 12:14:00 +0000 From: Steve Subject: Luke's Big Adventure - 10 Here is the latest part of my story for posting. Thanks Steve DISCLAIMER: This is a story. None of the characters in the story exist and the events that take place are purely imaginary. WARNING: Do not read this story if you are in any way offended by acts of a homosexual nature. Do not read this if you are under the legal age for accessing adult sites. Always indulge in safe sex. Nifty relies on donations to keep the site going and free to users, please donate generously. Please donate at https://donate.nifty.org/ Luke's big adventure -- 10 A story by Steve Rose For several moments there was silence as both of the teenagers attempted to absorb the enormity and importance of what each of them had said. In the end it was Jake who broke the silence and said, `Well, if that's the case, perhaps we had better seal the deal!' The young American pushed Luke back onto the bed and knelt over him so that their faces were directly in line with each other and moved in for a kiss. Both pricks responded to the stimulus immediately and as they ground against each other, Jake reached down and moved his hand towards his British friend's puckered hole, inserting a finger just inside and producing a contented moan from Luke. Fortunately, a tube of lube was within easy reach and the horny Brit reached over and handed it to Jake who spread a liberal amount on his own cock and inside Luke's hole. The two teenagers separated briefly so that they could get into the right position with Jake pushing his new boyfriend's legs into the air and fully exposing his welcoming hole. When both were ready the American teenager eased forward until the tip of his dick was at the entrance to Luke's love channel and slipped through the tight ring that expanded to receive him. Slowly and steadily, Jake advanced his rock-hard shaft inside Luke bringing a moan from the British teen each time his prostate was grazed by his partner's thrusting cock. It was not long before the two teens reached a steady rhythm and as one pushed in, the other moved to meet the invasion. Both young men were breathing hard and moaning and Luke reached for his own dick that was urgently needing attention. `Oh yeah, Jake! Keep that up and fuck me harder,' groaned the British teen. Jake responded by pounding the welcoming hole even harder and knew that he was fast reaching his climax and gasped, `I'm ... gonna ... cum!!' Luke tightened his arse muscles and felt the American's shaft throb uncontrollably before depositing warm cum deep inside his hole. The effect was to set off the British teen's orgasm and he shot a fountain of cum into the air, some of which hit Jake's face and the rest landing on Luke's chest, lips and nose. Exhausted the American lover collapsed on top of his boyfriend and they hugged each other as they each tried to recover their breath. Eventually Luke said. `Jake, that was amazingly good. You really are a great fuck and that's why I love you so much!!' Grinning, the other teen said, `And I love you because you have such a welcoming hole.' The two boys kissed passionately until Luke broke off and said, `Shit, look at the time. I've got to get showered quickly and get off to swimming practice. I can't be late.' There was no time for fun in the shower and although each of the teens tenderly washed the other and then they got dried and dressed. The new practice pool was some distance from Luke's home and he only just made it in time. Normally he would do several exercises in the gym before starting swimming but on this occasion he had to go straight into the pool. The new coach, Brian, like each of the swimmers to partner with their opposite number and swim laps before the separate age teams competed in a relay race. Of the older group, Ahmad was still the weakest member of the team but this was more than compensated for by the strength that Luke brought with his powerful and speedy breast stroke. Today, however, that reliability seemed to desert the teenager and it was only in the last few yards that he realised that the younger teen, Andy, was almost alongside him. Shocked at the realisation, Luke sped up and managed to finish comfortably ahead and his team won the race but not by the margin that they usually did. Before he dismissed the group, Brian called them all together and said, `I have a bit of news which I hope will please you all. As you know, there is another group that practice here: the teenage girls that form part of our overall team. Well, their coach and her husband, who coaches the divers know the coaches from the other side of the county and they have suggested that we might like to have a competition in early December. It would be all our teams against all of their teams. We have agreed that we will award the Chris Smart Cup to the winner of the competition to honour the memory of your friend and team mate. What do you think?' There was a murmur of surprise and then members of the group started smiling. Luke, who was usually regarded as the spokesman for the rest said, `It sounds a great idea, coach and an awesome way to remember Chris. I assume we'll have to find a bigger venue as this place is far too small and there's no diving facility here.' `You're right Luke but we have been offered the city swimming centre which has all the facilities we need. So, are you in?' There was a chorus of agreement and Brian beamed with pleasure, `OK well that means even more hard work from us all, starting from now. After all, it would be fitting if his old team won the first ever competition for the Chris Smart Cup! Off you go, back into the gym for half-an-hour strength and fitness training.' As the youngsters made their way towards the gym, Brian caught up with the Luke and pulled him to one side and said, `Are you OK? You were well below your best form today. You seemed distracted while you were swimming and almost let Andy get past you. It's important that you tell me if there's anything bothering you, you do know that.' Luke was embarrassed and blushed before replying, `Yeah, sorry coach. It's nothing, I was thinking about an issue from school but it won't happen again. I'll be here early tomorrow and do extra gym work and laps.' Brian accepted the explanation on its face value and indicated that he was pleased that there was nothing too serious bothering his star swimmer. If Luke had been shaken by the conversation with the coach, it was nothing compared to the concern that had overtaken Jake. He had put to the back of his mind that in the few days after the accident an inquest had been opened into the deaths of the pilot and Luke's friend, Chris. As the last person to leave the building, the teenager had been asked to give a witness statement to the Police. This he had given, accompanied at the insistence of his over-cautious parents not only by them but also by a lawyer. The statement had been quite straightforward and, still in something of a daze, Jake had recounted the events of the fateful evening. At the urging of his family, the teenager had tried to return to a `normal' life and not dwell on what had happened. Until now, Jake had with Luke's help and that of his family done precisely that. However, on returning to school the day after he and Luke had made their mutual commitment to each other, there was an official looking letter waiting for him. The letter was from the coroner's office informing Jake that the inquest would resume the following week and that he should be prepared to appear in person if it was deemed necessary. Attached to the letter was a copy of Jake's witness statement and he decided he ought to refresh his memory of what he had said. He sat quietly reading the account that he had given and a really upsetting thought crossed his mind as he reached the part about where he was when the crash occurred and how he sustained his injuries. Jake's mom noticed that her son was shaking and she moved quickly to hug him and ask what was wrong. Jake responded shakily, `I've just been reading my witness statement and it didn't strike me at the time, but re-reading it I realise how close I came to being a third victim. If ... if I'd been a few seconds earlier I might have been in the bike store and ... could ... have been killed or trapped and seriously injured. I only just realised how lucky I was. I don't know if I can go to the court and go through it all over again.' Jake's mom continued to hug her son and offer comfort and said soothingly, `I know, Jake, and your dad and I thank God in our prayers for your good fortune. I'll talk to the lawyer and see whether he thinks it's necessary for you to attend. He'll talk to the coroner and explain the situation.' `Thanks, mom, you're the best!!' When Luke spoke to Jake after his swimming practice he was unaware of what had happened and began with a declaration of his love for the American teen and began to tell him about the conversation with the coach. It was several seconds before the British youngster picked up that Jake was upset. `Jake, you don't sound good. Has something happened?' Jake explained and received a sympathetic response from his boyfriend who waited until the account was finished before saying, `That is really awful, I'm so, so sorry! Would you like me to come over for a short while?' `No, I'm OK. I think I want to just be quiet and have an early night.' `I completely understand. I hope you won't be needed at the inquest. Try to get a good night's rest and I'll see you tomorrow. I love you!' `I will try and I love you, too!' Jake ended the call and sighed but he felt much better now that Luke knew what had happened and had been really supportive. One issue that had bothered both teenagers was the fact that Cindi Regan the local reporter had been actively trying to talk to the American and his family but without success. Luke had a wary feeling where the ambitious reporter was concerned and stonewalled when she tried to involve him in her efforts. Over the next few days, Luke concentrated on supporting Jake and regaining his form in the swimming pool, so much so that his academic performance slipped from its usual high standards. Mr Andrews, the headteacher spoke to his star pupil and said that other tutors had noticed a drop off in performance and asked if there was a problem. Luke had not realised that he had been neglecting his work to the extent to the extent that it had become noticeable but answered the headteacher's query by reminding him that the inquest into the deaths of his fellow swim team member and the pilot was set to resume the following week and the memories of the fateful day had been playing on his mind and that of his friend, Jake. Mr Andrews accepted the explanation and again reminded the youngster that if either he or Jake needed support it would be made available. Luke thanked the head and said that he would certainly talk to Jake and if either of them felt they needed help they would certainly ask for it. If school work was not going as well as previously, swimming was improving with every day. Luke felt spurred on by the desire to honour the memory of his dead team mate. The weekend was going to see the first full meeting of Brian's team with the divers and the female swimmers joining together with Luke and his group. There was a bit of awkwardness as the different groups arrived but gradually everyone began to mix well together. Luke overheard several complimentary comments from both members of his group, the divers and the teenage girls as they assessed each other not all of which were about the swimming. It was clear that despite the `getting to know you' session of a few weeks earlier most of the teenagers were into girls far more than boys. This did not bother Luke who was more than content with his relationship with Jake. The joint session went well and everyone was on their best form. At the end of the practice, Brian addressed the group, `That was very good and I want you to keep up this standard. I have been impressed by the divers and the female team who have all performed to the highest standard. If you all do the same, we will be more than well-placed to beat our opponents. We will have one more joint session in a couple of weeks: same time; same place. In the meantime keep practicing.' On Sunday evening, after he knew Luke would be back from his swimming session, Jake called round to see his boyfriend and they had spent time in Luke's room talking, hugging and kissing, but neither young man was in the mood for more. After a couple of hours, Jake decided he wanted to go home and he and his British boyfriend hugged before he left with Luke promising to be as supportive as possible over the coming days. The following day there were two pieces of good news. The first was that the coroner had decided that there was no real need for Jake to appear in person and would only be required if something unexpected arose. The American teen's family decided, nevertheless, that they would send their lawyer to observe the proceedings and report back. The second piece of good news came in the form of a letter from Luke's best friend, Mike. This came as a surprise as normally the boarding school student could only rarely send a short email or text but never a proper letter. Luke tore open the letter and read what his friend had written. `Hi Luke, Surprise! I have finally found a way of getting and even more importantly receiving mail. I will tell you about that in a moment but first congratulations -- I really meant it -- on getting together with Luke, you are both in different ways lucky and made for each other. Now, to my news. I have been made a prefect. I'm the last in my year group to reach this dizzy height largely because our ghastly head hates me but my head of house has pressed my case for ages. Anyway that's probably tmi, I now have a lot more freedom to get into town at weekends, albeit accompanying younger boys but I can usually let them on off the leash for a short while. You will note the strange address at the top of this letter and this is the way to get in touch with me. It is the place of work of my latest conquest. I met him in the market which his family own and run. His name is Sam Gould and he is tall, dark and handsome and a couple of years older than me. We met by accident as there was a bit of trouble at the market involving some teenagers and I was worried some of my charges were involved. Fortunately not. Sam was trying to sort matters out and I stepped in to offer assistance which he accepted and we rounded up the culprits and handed them over to the local police. When I asked Sam what had happened he shrugged and told me that they were a group of skinheads who shouted racial abuse at some of the Asian stall holders and tried to steal things from other pitches. Sensing trouble he had had his eye on them and already called the police before everything kicked off. I was busy checking him out and I liked what I saw and I got the impression he was doing the same in respect of me. He asked if I wanted to go for a coffee a bit later after he had finished his work. I told him I would not have much time as I had to get myself and my group back to school. We did have a quick coffee, however, and while we were sitting in the café he "accidentally" grazed my thigh with his hand. I made eye contact and gave him a slight nod and he asked if I could be free on the following day which was Sunday. We agreed a date and time and the result of our meeting is that we had a great session. Sam is from a Jewish background: his family changed its name from Goldstein to Gould some years ago. He has a long, nicely cut cock and certainly knows how to use it. I've seen him three times now and each time has been as good or even better as the last. I won't go into too much detail because of time and I can leave it to your imagination and say that it would meet all your expectations and more. (We can compare notes when we see each other!) I hope you'll get to meet him soon, possibly in the Christmas holiday if I can persuade my parents to allow him to stay. On a different issue, I told Sam about the limits on communication and my concern that letters can fall into the wrong hands (I'm pretty sure that all outgoing letters are read by a member of staff before being posted and wouldn't be surprised if incoming mail was as well.) Anyway, he agreed that I could use his office as a mail box so that's what I'm doing so if/when you reply please use the new address and be assured it is quite safe. I look forward to hearing from you with all your news. Oh and say hi to Jake and say I'm thinking of you both with the inquest resuming soon. Will close now. Your BFF Mike' Luke read the letter and determined that he would write back the following day to say how pleased he was to hear Mike's news and to test out the effectiveness of the new postal arrangement. However, to be safe, he decided that he would be circumspect in what he wrote. `Hi Mike, I hope this letter finds you safely and that you are well. I was pleased to hear your news and your promotion to being a prefect is well-deserved and long overdue. There is not much to say except one piece of goodish news. The inquest has finished and Jake did not have to appear. The verdict in both cases was "accidental death". It appears the pilot died of the heart attack he was suffering as he tried to avoid causing too much damage and was making heroic efforts to land in the sea but missed by a few yards. Chris was killed instantly and, mercifully, did not suffer. You may remember that reporter, Cindi, well she started sniffing around Jake and his family but they shook her off with a stiff legal letter. Anyway, the result of the inquest means that she can follow up on the heroics of the pilot of the aircraft and may leave Jake and his family alone. I hope that now this is over, Jake and I can get back to normal. I think I told you that our swim team is having a competition against a group from the other side of the county and that the Chris Smart Cup is the prize for winning so we are all hard at work training to ensure that we succeed. I think the date is mid-December at the main city swimming centre so hopefully you and lots of people will be able to come and lend your support. I'll be around over Christmas as this year mum and dad are hosting my older brother and sister and their families, so my nice cosy existence will become far less so! They and their sprogs will take over the whole place and make my life a misery, always wanting to play with "nice uncle Luke". I hope to cling on to my room but negotiations are still ongoing. Nevertheless, there should be plenty of opportunities to catch up and to meet all our different visitors. I'm expecting Jake any time now so will finish here but I know he wanted me to say thanks for remembering him and for your support. See you soon. Luke' The teenager had hardly finished sealed and stamped the letter and been to the post box before the doorbell rang and his American friend stood waiting to come in. The two lovers embraced on the doorstep and then went through into the kitchen where, as always, plentiful supplies of food were available. Taking a plateful each, the teenagers adjourned to Luke's toom where they resumed their hug and kissed each other in between mouthfuls of food. Jake sighed contentedly when he had finished eating and his British friend had pushed him back onto the bed and began slowly to unbutton his shirt. Luke gradually exposed his fellow teen's naked chest and began playing with the erect nipples using his lips and teeth to tease the sensitive skin and eliciting a groan of pleasure from Jake. Slowly and steadily, the British teen moved his lips down his American lover's chest and towards the start of the trail of hair that led down to the intended target. Pausing only to unbutton the top of Jake's jeans and lower the zip, Luke's lips made steady progress and soon encountered the tip of his eager partner's erection. The horny American lifted himself slightly upwards to allow for his jeans to be slid down towards his ankles leaving only his tented underwear between him and Luke's willing mouth. The young British teenager happily engulfed the head of his boyfriend's cotton-covered dick with his mouth and licked the full length of the still-encased prick before returning his attention to the head. A large wet patch was developing in the cotton as pre cum oozed from Jake's cock which Luke freed by pulling the top of his partner's underwear out and over it and replacing the covering with his mouth and tongue. As he had just been released from a long period of frustrated abstinence, Jake began to buck his hips as he urgently thrust in and out of Luke's warm and welcoming mouth. The horny British teen used his tongue skilfully and he licked up the river of pre cum that was flowing out of the American's piss slit. With his tongue now slicked up with Jake's offering, Luke took his full length into his mouth and throat and eagerly slurped up and down the shaft with increasing speed and fondled his partner's balls with one of his hands. With the other hand Luke released his own cock from his jeans, and began to wank himself off as he worked on his fellow teen's rock-hard dick. `Oh fuck, I love the feel of your lips and tongue on my prick Luke! This ... is ... sooo ... good! Please ... please ... don't stop!!', moaned Jake. In response the horny Brit increased his sucking rate and used his tongue to tease the sensitive underside of Jake's prick and his piss slit. After only a short while Jake's breathing became unsteady and an intense orgasm came to crescendo and he gasped, `oh ... yeah!! ... I'm ... gonna ... go ... nna ... cummmmmmmm!' Luke felt Jake's body shudder as several spurts of hot spunk shot onto roof of his mouth and down his throat. Savouring the moment, the British teenager swallowed every drop and continued milking his partner's dick until it became too sensitive for him to continue and Jake pulled his deflating prick out of Luke's mouth. The satisfied American lay back and smiled by way of thanks before reaching across to take over wanking the British teen's cock which needed only a few tugs before he was spewing his cum over both their bodies. After they both recovered and cleaned up, Luke grinned at Jake, kissed him and then said, `I think you needed that!' Grinning back, Jake nodded in agreement and then leant forward and kissed Luke tenderly and whispered, `Thank you! I really did!' `You still hungry after all that?' Luke asked after they had finished kissing. `Well ...' `OK, let's see what else we can find.' This time the teenagers sat in the kitchen to eat and as they did so, Jake said, `You know that we completely missed Hallowe'en this year for reasons we need not mention but my mom said that because you have been such a "good friend", she would like me to invite you to come to my house for Thanksgiving at the end of this month. Several other American families are coming so it should be great. Also, as it's a school day the meal will be in the early evening. I said I was sure you'd want to come.' Without thinking, Luke responded immediately, `Wow!!, yes please!!' `I've got another piece of news. My dad has had his contract extended by five years so we will be staying in the UK for a while. We're also going to try to move. Don't worry we won't be going far; he's seen a house just round the corner from here.' `Fantastic. I was worried you'd go back to the States soon either for College or because your dad's work need force him to return and we'd lose touch, but now, maybe, you will be even closer than you are now and perhaps you could go to a British uni to study?' `No chance we'd ever lose touch! But yeah, it would be awesome if we were living even closer and eventually going to college. That would be truly fantastic!!' Luke smiled delightedly and then a thought crossed his mind and his face fell slightly. The British teenager had a questioning look on his face as he spoke, `You said Thanksgiving was on a school day. What day is it, exactly?' `I guess I should have said something about that. It's always the fourth Thursday in November. It's probably bigger than Christmas because everyone celebrates it. This year it falls on the last Thursday of the month. Why did you ask?' `Well, there was another piece of news I was going to give you. Our new coach, Brian, has helped to set up a competition for the middle of December between my team and our rivals from the other end of the county. We will be competing for the Chris Smart Cup which for obvious reasons we want to win. We are all training very hard to ensure that we do and practice is getting increasingly intense. It should be OK for me to have one day off, especially for such an event as Thanksgiving but I really do need to clear it with Brian before I say a definite yes. I'll let you know for certain tomorrow, if that is OK.' `Yeah, no problem.' A wicked grin crossed Luke's face as he said, `Great, no more news but maybe we have enough time for another round upstairs?' Jake did not answer directly but stood up and all but ran to the stairs as he led the charge back to his boyfriend's room. To be continued? I hope you liked this part of the story. If you would like to hear about the continuing adventures of Luke, Mike and Jake and their growing band of friends, let me know. Feedback, good and bad, is always welcome and helpful to authors. If you liked this story, search for my other stories on Nifty under Steve Rose but, if you want to send comments only use the current email address cutrose406@gmail.com Remember to donate to Nifty: https://donate.nifty.org/