Date: Fri, 20 Oct 2017 16:19:32 -0700 From: Ian Bridger Subject: London Calling Chapter 2 Readers Warning; The following story contains elements of sexual content and contact between young boys around the age of twelve. If the subject matter offends you, or is not to your taste, or if you are closed mined to such things, or if you are a minor under the age of eighteen; then you should probably not read any further. Thanks, and enjoy. Story Written and Posted by About A Boy "Young boys should never be sent to bed. Because they always wake up a day older." ( Quote from Finding Neverland ) Authors note: In writing, it is often times difficult to convey an accent, or certain colloquialisms. Accordingly, I have taken certain liberties with spelling and grammar, to convey a bit of British flavour to the story. Please allow me this, and go with the flow. Thanks for reading, and please enjoy... Chapter Two London Calling Excerpt Chapter One** *The boy stretched himself out making himself comfortable under the covers, and moments later he felt his friend shifting alongside him. Shay had rolled onto his side and was nestled in against him now, with one arm draped innocently over Ash's bare chest. It felt... Really nice actually. "Mm... Thanks Ash..." Shay mumbled groggily, still for the most part sound asleep. Asher lay there dreamily for several minutes, enjoying the contact of his friend's warm body, as it snuggled up against him. He opened his eyes suddenly in the darkness, as a new feeling came over him. He had suddenly become aware of a warm, firm object pressed against his thigh. Shay was sporting a stout erection in his sleep, and his stiff naked willy was firmly planted there against Asher's leg.... Ash shivered, albeit contentedly, wishing that his best friend was gay as well. God the things they could do if he was... Then he closed his eyes again and let his mind wander, his thoughts steeped in fantasy. It was almost surprising really, that not long after that, he drifted off to fitful dream- filled sleep; and he did so, with his own rigid boy spike straining against the fabric of his underwear...** * * * * * * Sunday morning broke over London, a soft light filtering in through the windows of Number 16 Burnaby Street. Shay's father, Graham, woke from a long night's troubled sleep, and sitting up on the edge of his bed the man rubbed his palms over his bleary eyes, and then across the two day stubble on his cheeks. He glanced about his room, spotting his trousers on the floor, alongside the last empty bottle of English beer that he had been drinking before retiring the night before. He sat there a moment contemplating, then sighed as he vaguely remembered the heated exchange of words that he'd had with his son the previous evening. "Bollocks..." He muttered, shaking his head. Graham stood then, and gathering his trousers from the floor he climbed into them, none to stably. The man glanced in the mirror for a moment, and attempted to straiten his hair with his fingers, before retreating from his bedroom. "Shay..." He called out, then listened for a moment. The man shuffled down the hallway glancing in at the empty kitchen, and subsequently the darkened living room beyond. The only sound was the quiet ticking of the mantle clock; its heavy pendulum swinging rhythmically back and forth. 'Tick, tick, tick...' Running his palm over his stubbly cheek, Graham glanced up the wooden staircase toward the second level. "Shay..." He called out again. Sighing, he worked his way up the stairs, carefully clutching the handrail as he did so, making his way upstairs to his son's bedroom. He paused outside the closed door, standing for a moment to collect himself, before rapping knuckles on the wooden panel. "Son, canna' come in?" He said quietly as he opened the door to the empty room. Stepping inside, Graham glanced around his boy's room, taking notice of the bed which was still neatly made. "Damn it lad..." He mumbled disheartened. Walking across to the bed he sat on the edge of it and absently slid his hand thoughtfully across the bed spread. He wondered if the boy had gone out early this morning, or... Or had he gone out the night before and not come back? It wouldn't be the first time his son had gone to 'hide out' at his friend's house... The disgruntled man sighed again, thinking back to how roughly he had grabbed the boy's arm last night, causing him to squeak out in pain. "Damn it..." He muttered, hating himself, yet again. In spite of appearances, Graham loved his boy. Some six months ago, everything had changed when his wife, his love had passed on, and obviously he wasn't handling things well. Not well at all. The old but always unacceptable story; he'd begun drinking heavily seeking to numb his pain. Graham saw his wife in his son's eyes every time he looked at the boy, and it always reminded him of her. It always brought back those painful memories. So Graham had found a way to 'hide out' himself, at one local pub or another. Choosing to spend the day with his mates, feeling sorry for himself and trying to forget; not even recognizing the misplaced resentment that he was displaying toward the boy... Graham made his way back downstairs to the kitchen where he scooted in at the small breakfast table, popping a toaster biscuit into the warmer. 'Ding...' The toaster oven chimed finally, and he slathered the warm pastry with a knife-full of orange marmalade, before munching it down. He figured to take a shower, have a shave, and then... Perhaps he'd head down the pub, drowning his sorrows and starting the cycle all over again... * * * Several blocks away, Shay's eyes fluttered open tiredly. The twelve-year-old lay there for a moment, half asleep and trying to orient himself, as he began to recognize that he wasn't in his own bed. He could feel the gentle warmth alongside him, and he raised his head to see his best friend Asher sleeping quietly alongside him. A bleary smile raised one corner of his mouth as his thoughts fell into place, and he recalled that Asher had come to his rescue, once again. Shay lowered his head and slowly rolled over onto his back gazing up at the textured ceiling above him. He sighed, remembering the events of last evening. Reaching down with his right hand he felt the tenderness on his left forearm, where his father had handled him so roughly, and with a sigh he closed his eyes, and shook his head downheartedly. Lowering his arm, his hand came to rest quite innocently on his thigh; and his eyes popped open once again. 'What the heck...' He thought, as his fingers touched nothing but bare skin. Reaching up, he raised the bedcovers above his chin and gazed down under the sheets to see that he was quite naked, which caught him a bit by surprise. Momentarily feeling an unexpected touch of shyness, he lowered the covers and glanced across at his friend Asher, who was dozing lightly beside him. Shay lifted the covers again to discover that Ash was wearing a pair of cotton briefs, and he wondered for a moment why he himself was naked. He remembered taking a shower last night and then... Oh yeah he recalled. He had crawled up onto the bed to relax, and had started to doze off. Asher must have put him into bed, and removed the damp towel as he did so. He glanced at his friend again and smiled. Innocently he slid his hand over and gently patted Ash's forearm. The other boy shifted slightly, slowly opening his eyes and eventually focusing in on Shay. "Hmm..?" he mumbled. "Thanks mate..." Shay whispered, "For being there for me last night." "Yeah... Not to worry." Ash mumbled again quietly, with a sleepy smile. "I got you..." And without much of a thought, he leaned over and endearingly kissed his best friend gently on the cheek. Shay blushed timidly, looking back at him, which caused the thirteen-year-old to blush a little as well. "You aw'right then?" Asher questioned. "I guess... For now." The younger boy responded, then changed the subject. "So... How come I'm naked under here, and you're not?" Shay teased. Asher only shrugged. "Well... I am gay after all. I didn't want you to wake up and freak out, did I..." "I'd have been okay with it you know." Shay reassured him with a friendly little wink. And as if to prove it he reached out playfully and groped his friend's crotch through his underwear. "Oye..." Ash laughed, squirming away. "Don't be so naughty you poof..." He rolled out of bed and stood, looking back and stretching casually. Shay smiled boyishly, noticing the fullness in bloom in the front of other boy's underwear. "We need a cooked breakfast I think. Come on, ge'up..." Ash prompted, reaching for his tee shirt. "I didn't bring a change of clothes." Shay noted, tossing off the covers and scooting naked toward the edge of the bed. "Got anything I can puh'on?" "Check the wardrobe there." Ash pointed distractedly, "Grab whatever you want." So Shay stood up and crossed to the cabinet, rummaging in it for some clothes. It's not as if they didn't share clothes all the time anyway; Shay had spent many a night over here. "Hey..." He exclaimed, pulling out a bright red Nike dri fit from the bottom drawer. "This is mine anyway..." "Well then... Guess you can borrow it if you like..." Asher laughed, and he playfully swatted Shay on his still naked butt cheeks. "OYE....." Shay complained. The boys finished dressing, then ambled down the hall to the toilet. Sharing the bowl, they peed away their straining bladders, then washed up and headed down stairs to the kitchen where Asher's mum stood at the stove, already cooking up some sausages and eggs. "Good morning." She beamed, turning as they entered. "Mornin' mum." Ash returned. She gave him a brief hug, then looked at Shay. "Are you alright son?" She offered, wrapping her arms around the boy and hugging him in a motherly way. "Fine Miss..." He replied politely. He hugged her back, welcoming a mother's soft touch, then scooted in at the breakfast table alongside his friend. In a few minutes she had served up a nice English cooked breakfast. Eggs, sausages, bacon and toaster biscuits, with a nice warm cup of tea to top it off. Mr. Weatherby, Asher's father joined the boys at the table, kissing his son on the forehead, and greeting Shay with a slight ruffling of his long brown hair. "Doin' aw'right lad?" he asked. "I'm ok sir..." Shay answered. Ever the polite boy when speaking with other adults, even though he'd know them for many years. "Shay... Would you like me to speak with your father, son." Mr. Weatherby offered. "No, please... I think it's just best to let it blow over." Shay answered, blushing slightly and looking timidly down at his plate. They had been through this before. Mr. Weatherby, whose first name was Samuel looked at his wife resignedly. "Well then, um, its Sunday, so what do you lads have planned for today." Samuel asked, willingly changing the subject. Asher glanced at Shay. "Dad, Monday's a bank holiday you know, so we don't 'av school tomorrow..." Ash began. "I was wonderin' if, maybe we could go out to Swanage, to the Cottage. Spend the night there and such?" The boy suggested hopefully. His dad gave him a doubtful look. "Your mum and I have dinner planned with friends this evening son. Soooo, that kinda' puts the kybosh on that idea." "Well...." Asher continued undaunted, already having thought this out. "How 'bout lettin' me and Shay, and maybe Nathan go out there then. We need to open up the Cottage before summer anyway... And, and we could catch the National out there ya know..." The Cottage he was referring to had once belonged to his grandfather, before the old man had passed away a year and a half back. It was in a quaint little village just outside Bournemouth, in a small English town by the sea called Swanage. It was only an hour and a half drive out of London, and the National Express Coach lines traveled there regularly. Asher's father looked up at the boy's mum again, with a 'help me' expression on his face. She merely shrugged... "Son, I don't th...." He started to say. But he was cut off mid sentence by a knock at the front door; and before anyone could get up to answer it, the door opened and in walked Nathan, Asher and Shay's other best friend. He had a small blue backpack slung over one shoulder as he walked boldly into the kitchen and glanced around. "Ello everyone." The boy beamed with a warm smile. "We ready to go then..?" Asher's mum and dad looked at each other, first with a bewildered, then with an almost amused look on their faces. "So you've got this all figured out then have you?" Mr. Weatherby replied, not at all surprised. Asher shrugged his shoulders knowingly, then offered up his irresistibly boylike 'ya gotta' love me' grin. "Let me guess..." His mum said, "You've already booked spots on the bus as well?" "Well yeah, course I have..." Asher replied matter-of-factly. His parents could only shake their heads, none too surprised. Asher was quite clever when he wanted to be. The Weatherby's talked about it for a few moments, but Asher already knew that they would allow it. They had wanted to get down and open up the Cottage for several weeks now, before the true summer months set it, and it wouldn't be the first time that the boys had spent the day and an overnight alone near Bournemouth. The town of Swanage had a small village feel to it with most folk knowing each other, and the Cottage was barely a half mile out of the village center, along the coast. "What about your father?" Mr. Weatherby inquired. "He'll have to know you're going. I'll ring him to be sure it's okay." Shay glanced at Asher grimly, not sure if his father would even allow him to go. "Beh'er let me call 'em first." Shay suggested, and he pulled his mobile from his shorts pocket and stepped out into the hallway. He rang home, but there was no answer. "He's not in." Shay reported. "I gotta' get some clothes anyway, so I can leave him a note. And I'll ring him later as well..." Some thirty minutes later, Mr. Weatherby pulled his car round to Shay's place on Burnaby Road, parking on the street in front of the white row-houses while the boys ran in to grab up a few clothes and Shay's daypack. The boy scrawled a brief note, leaving it on the breakfast table, held in place deliberately by an empty brown ale bottle. And with that the boys went out and hopped back in the car. Samuel Weatherby drove them the few miles into Victoria, past the train station to the National Coach Line terminal. The boys popped out in front, and after a few cautionary words from Asher's father, they headed into the terminal. Paying the fare with their Oyster cards, the boys had to hurry a bit to gate nine, since the coach to Bournemouth was scheduled to pull out within the next several minutes. They were the last to board, which turned out alright since they still managed to grab three seats in the same row at the back. With the familiar chuff of air breaks, the National Express shut its door and pulled away into London traffic. Getting out of the city was always the worst of it of course, but after a slow start they were quickly en route, and the comfortably modern coach made its run to the sea. Asher's mobile rang halfway there. His mother was calling to tell him that a neighbor from Swanage would pick them up at the terminal, so that they wouldn't have to hire a cab to get to the cottage. Nice... The boys spent the rest of the ride chatting, and in no time at all it seemed, the bus pulled into the terminal in Bournemouth. When they clambered off the bus, Asher quickly spotted Mrs. Wixley waving at them, and the boys hurried over to her. "Hello Mrs. Wixley," Ash greeted her. "Thanks so much for picking us up." "Not a bother." She smiled. "When your mum called I already had plans to be in town anyway so I was happy to give you a lift back." They loaded up in her car and she wheeled out, taking the coastal road and making the quick trip over to Swanage. In a few minutes, she pulled up into the worn, thatched grass driveway in front of a quaint little cottage. The boys climbed out of the car, thanking her again for the lift. "If you need anything else," she offered with a smile, "I'm just down the way..." "Thanks miss." Asher returned politely, and she tooted her horn as she pulled away, leaving the boys to their own devices. The small house was very much indeed a cottage. A nice, but older little place with old world charm, surrounded by a small picket fence which fit in perfectly with the almost country-like feel of its surroundings. The soft yellow structure was adorned with white painted shutters around the windows, and a curving step stone walkway leading to the front door. A small covered day porch spread along the front of it, with a wooden bench-like porch swing dangling, and swaying gently on its chains to the left of the entry. Shay smiled as he looked at it, then glanced out at the lovely view of the sea, which was just down the hill a bit. It was nice to get out of the city once in awhile, and already he felt more at ease than he had been for the last number of weeks. The boys walked up to the front, and Asher retrieved the key from its hiding spot near the door. Unlocking it, they went inside and set their backpacks on the floor near the entry. "Needs some fresh air..." Nathan observed rightly. The boys went around opening up the shuttered windows, allowing light and a cooling fresh breeze to flow through the old cottage, revitalizing it. Ash walked into the pantry and flicked on the electrical junction box; which was always shut off when they weren't there. Outside, the small lawn and garden appeared to be trimmed and fairly well tended to, in spite of their absence. Apparently Ash's father had paid Mrs. Wixley's fifteen-year-old son, Dale, to come round once in awhile and tend the place. "So, who's sleepin' where?" Nathan wondered, since the cottage had only the two bedrooms, though there was a small den in there as well. "We can fight for it later." Asher grinned. "Well, I think Nathan should take the small bedroom by himself, if you ask me." Shay concluded. "He passes more gas at night than a petrol station." Which set the boys giggling, and notably, Nathan didn't argue with the comment. "Come on then, let's go down the beach shall we?!" Ash suggested. They quickly agreed, and taking their backpacks to the bedrooms, the boys quickly stripped off their trousers and undies, and changed into their board shorts. It wasn't quite the heart of summer yet, so they weren't likely to take much of a swim in the sea, but the sun was shining brightly never the less, and it was nearly twenty three degrees Celsius, seventy three degrees Fahrenheit. A more than pleasant day for being outdoors and strolling along the shore. Swanage, and Bournemouth in particular are very much summer holiday destinations. Wonderful countryside, an abundance of beaches, piers and amusements for families to enjoy year-round. When schools let out for summer though, after spring term, it can become a bit crowded, but right now was a perfect time. The boys jogged down the road in their flip flops, wearing nothing else but tank tops and colorful board shorts, and it only took a minute or two for them to gain the beach. Several people were scattered about, but for the most part the sand was wide open. Shay slipped off his flips, favoring the feel of sand under his toes, and he smiled as the boys walked along, bathed in the warmth of the sun, and the gentle whisper of the sea breeze at their backs. Nathan, ever exploring, ran down to the water's edge, wetting his feet in the chilly sea, while Shay and Asher walked a higher line. "Aven't seen you smile this much in a long while." Ash noted, causing Shay to glance at him. "Yeah... Not been much to smile about lately." Shay responded soberly. "You've always got me." Ash replied sincerely, putting his arm warmly around his best friend's shoulders. Shay looked at him and smiled, then suddenly feeling quite emotional his eyes welled up a bit with tears. He turned and unembarrassed, he wrapped his arms around his friend in a much needed hug. Ash returned the meaningful embrace, which lingered for many seconds. And just before it might have gotten awkward, Nathan strolled up near them. "Oye... You two gonna' start snoggin' now are you..?" Asher and Shay pulled apart slightly, and Shay used the heel of his hand to wipe away a tear from his eye. Nate smiled tenderly at him. "Come on, give us a kiss then..." Nathan retorted teasingly, puckering up to break the tension. Shay laughed then, and wiping his other eye, then both he and Asher playfully chased Nathan down the sandy strip of beach. Darting and dodging, until they finally caught up to their young friend; and tackling him to the sand, they fell on him and began mocking him by planting wet sloppy smooches all over his cheeks... It's good to hear boys laugh, and that's just what they did as they rolled around, wrestling playfully in the sands, not heeding nor caring what any casual observers might have been thinking. Laughter... It frees the soul and unburdens the troubled mind. The boys played themselves out in due course, and they sat for awhile in the sand gazing out across the sea. They could spy the distant white cliffs many miles across the shimmering water, as they looked back across the bay toward Christchurch. "Shall we grab a bite?" Shay wondered aloud, after his stomach growled belligerently at him. This was met with quick agreement by the other boys, suddenly noticing that they were famished as well. "The Fish Plaice then?" Asher suggested, naming one of the really good fish and chip shops in the village. Fine by all, and the boys headed back down the beach and up onto the Coast Path; a frontage walk that virtually followed the shoreline. Within ten minutes they were sitting at a cafe style table out front of the place, and had already ordered up. Both Shay and Asher had ordered the two piece fish-n-chip basket, and Nate had opted for a good old greasy cheeseburger with chips; the food wasn't long in coming after that. "There you are lads." The middle aged shop owner said as he set the large baskets in front of them. "Vinegar?" He asked. "Yes please..." Shay responded. The man quickly handed them a bottle of malt vinegar from an apron pouch. "And I'll need--" Nate started to say. "Ketchup perhaps." The owner anticipated, holding out a bottle of Heinz. "Yeah, that's the one." Nate grinned, taking the bottle. "Thanks mate..." The boys sat enjoying their food, happily wolfing down the generous portions; and Nathan, ever the hungry one, occasionally snagged an extra chip or two from the other boy's plates, in spite of discouraging slaps to the hand. At one point the owner came out and checked on them, and he set down a complimentary basket of chips on the table, winking knowingly at both Shay and Asher. When they'd finished, and feeling quite content, the boys strolled back through the town center after lunch, then spent the rest of the afternoon at the beach. There was quite a bit of activity there actually, with several rental places hiring out bikes, or colorful sail boards, or even the occasional beach umbrellas and chairs to unprepared tourists. All three boys even braved the water for a time. Well, to crotch level at least; the water was still a bit chilly this time of year, at least till the trades came in, in late July and August. Eventually when they had all had their fill for the day, and feeling in quite good spirits, they wandered back up the hill to the cottage. Nathan and Shay perched themselves on the front porch swing while Asher went inside to check on something. The two boys swayed slowly back and forth on the swing for a moment, till Nathan suddenly belted out an especially boylike fart that virtually vibrated the wooden slats of the porch swing. Both boys broke out in laughter; because what kid can resist laughing at a good fart? A moment later, Asher stepped back out onto the porch, a questioning look on his face. "What's so funny then?" He asked of the other two. Nathan and Shay could only laugh harder, because once it strikes you as funny, there's almost no stopping it. Finally Shay looked up at Ash, and pretended to fan an invisible odor from in front of his face. "Nathan's at it already..." He giggled, then started laughing again as he recalled the deep throated sound of the fart. "Hey, I couldn't help it." Nathan pleaded unconvincingly. "Cheeseburgers tend to do that to me." And he giggled again. "Breathing seems to do that to you..." Asher corrected with a knowing smirk. Which set Shay to laughing again. This was good. Shay needed a good laugh or two, and it made Ash happy to see his best mate loosen up a little. "Anyway," Asher continued, "the water heater's warmed up, so if anyone needs a rinse off after our swimmin' it's ready." "Yeah Nate..." Shay spoke up, "P'raps you should go rinse out yer shorts after that juicy blast you ripped out..." Nathan smirked back at him, then slid over tightly on the bench tangling bare legs with him, and pinning him to one side. "Plenty more where that came from mate." The boy teased, as he pushed himself up slightly and sat across Shay's thigh, wiggling and grinding his bum around playfully. The boys giggled again, and Shay took hold of the back of Nate's board shorts and hiked them upward sharply, giving his friend a good natured, if not decisive wedgie... "Oye..." Nate squawked, as he squirmed free and hopped up off of his friend. "Ri' up me arse." Which was followed by more laughter from Shay and Asher as Nathan hopped about, tugging his board shorts out of his crack. When things had settled down a bit, the boys went out front and booted a football around in the lawn for a little while, setting out their tank tops in the grass in front of the fence as a goal marker. They took turns being the goalie, and it wasn't long before they had started a rousing game of `Bum's Up.' Most boys have played this one in one form or another on the playground. Whoever is in goal, if he lets three shots get past him, he must go bum's up. He stands facing the wall, stooped over with his bum up. The other players each get one shot from ten yards out, booting the ball and aiming to hit their friends butt... Often times the game is called `Red Butt', because that's usually the end result after playing for a while. The game went on for some time, the boys laughing whenever the opportunity came up. It was always satisfying when your shot connected squarely on someone's ass, sending them hopping around with the sting of it. Nathan was standing at the wall now, stooped over, and wiggling his bum teasingly about, challenging his friends to hit it. "Come on you wankers..." he chided. "Spank it if you've got the scroat to do it..." "Oh you litt'l knob job." Asher teased back. "Prepare to cry." He stepped back, took a good look, and then blasted a firm shot that sailed just wide, missing Nate's bum by mere inches. Nathan looked back over his shoulder and grinned. "That's a bleedin' pisser ain't it..." he chided again. "Come on ladies, can't do better than that, eh?! "Get him Shay..." Asher encouraged, as Shay lined up for his shot. Nathan grinned back at them, then even reached around and tauntingly pulled his shorts down in back, exposing his bare butt cheeks. "Come on Sally, give us yer best..." He taunted playfully. Shay shook his head and grinned. Nathan was pretty smart really. When he taunted you, it made you want to kick it that much harder, which many times is why you missed, so Shay decided to take a little steam off of it. But not much. Nathan wiggled his bare bum again, and Shay strode forward striking the ball firmly. It sailed true this time, with a resounding smack off of Nate's bare bottom... "Yeoowww... Holy-Mary-motherfucker-queen-of- England..." He howled, hopping about vigorously rubbing his ass cheeks. "Shite that bloody well stung..." Asher and Shay had doubled over in raucous laughter by that point. "Sweet, that was awesome mate..." Ash laughed as he high fived his buddy, still reveling in the moment. Nathan circled back over to them still rubbing himself, his face still scrunched up in discomfort. "Bloody hell that hurt..." He muttered to them. "Hey, yer the one who pulled down his knickers." Asher reminded him, still giggling. Nathan turned his backside slightly toward them, and looking back over his shoulder he pulled his board shorts down again in back, displaying one reddened butt cheek. "Ohhhh...." Both Ash and Shay exclaimed with renewed, but sympathetic laughter. Nate's buttock was more than slightly red, with several almost bruise-like darker reddish lines forming there on his bare skin. "Dude..." Shay announced rhetorically, "Looks like you win..." Both he and Ash grinned as they turned slightly, hooking thumbs in their own waistbands and pulling them down in back to compare redness. Both had slightly pinkish butt cheeks, but nothing like the red glow that was coming from Nathan's... "Well I won't friggen do tha' again." Nate promised, rubbing his bum. But he would in the future of course; he was never one to dodge a challenge, and they would remind him of this for years to come... With the game over, the boys headed back toward the porch. "Sorry mate." Shay grinned, slinging his arm around Nate's shoulders as they walked. "That was a wicked nice shot though..." Nathan conceded, shaking his head as they gained the porch and went inside. The boys each took turns then, taking a quick shower to rinse off the sweat and grime of a day spent on the beach, and from running around in the yard. Asher had already showered and had just put on some fresh clothes, then he joined Shay who sitting on a couch in the small living room. Nathan finished up his turn in the shower, and he came out to the living room, still slightly wet and holding a white cotton towel loosely around his waist. "Look wha' you done to me..." He accused with a grin, turning his backside to them and letting the towel fall away. The distinct shape of two partial soccer ball panels was almost tattooed in red there on his butt cheek. The boys eyed it curiously, with grins on their lips. "Nice..." Asher offered, tracing his fingertip over the lines... "Want me to autograph it for ya?" Shay teased, sarcastically proud of his handiwork. Or, footwork in this case. "No autograph..." Nate retorted, "But you can kiss it if ya like..." He teased, jutting his bum out at Shay. "I'll pass." Shay grinned in return, pushing him away. Nate turned and retreated to the bedroom to get dressed, leaving the other two boys laughing as they sat on the couch. Shortly after that, Asher used his mobile to call and order a huge triple supreme pizza and some drinks from one of the restaurants in the village; and even though they could have walked down to pick it up, the eatery had free delivery so the boys told them to bring it on by when ready. In the mean time they dug out some playing cards and some games from one of the hall cupboards and played for twenty minutes or so, killing the time until they heard the Pizza guy knock on the front door. Asher hopped up to answer, and quickly joined by the other two, they pooled their money to pay for the food and offer a small gratuity for the driver. With all that said and done, they settled in for the evening. Sitting about on the floor playing games, stuffing themselves with the triple meat, triple cheese pizza and their Cocio chocolate milk drinks, which is essentially the same as Yoohoo in the Americas. The evening passed quickly, and shortly after ten the boys thought about turning in for the night. Shay hopped up from the floor and went back to the bedroom to change into a thin pair of nylon sport shorts to sleep in; then he crossed to the bathroom and joined Nathan, who was just getting ready to brush his teeth. Nate squeezed out a bead of minty toothpaste on each of their brushes, and the pair stood at the porcelain sink while they brushed. Asher stepped in a moment later wearing only his white cotton briefs, and he stepped up to the toilet to relieve himself. The boys had all known each other for many years, so sharing a bathroom, toilet or shower was hardly a big deal, and nothing had changed even after Ash announced that he was gay. Finishing their nighttime preparations, Shay went back to the larger bedroom and hopped up on the king sized bed. He was joined moments later by Asher, who was still wearing nothing but his small cotton briefs. "Today was a good day eh?" Ash suggested, hoping that his friend was feeling a little better about life. Shay nodded appreciatively, recognizing that his best mate was concerned about him. "Yeah... Yeah today was good. Thanks." he nodded. It was then that Nathan strolled in through the open door, and hopped up on the end of the bed. "Gonna' be dreadful lonely over in the other bed room all by me-self..." Nate noted wistfully, stretching out his arms as if measuring the king size bed. "You two should be quite comfortable in here though, nice big bed and all... Just the two of you..." He looked back and forth at the other two, with a scolded puppy dog look on his face. Asher instantly started laughing, and Shay giggled as well. "You've goh'a promise not pass wind all night." Ash responded conditionally. Nate smiled impishly at him. "Can't promise anything after I drop off, but I'll try..." He offered. "Aw'right, geh'in..." Shay said, flipping the bed covers down a bit. Nathan hopped over Asher's legs to settle in between him and Shay with a pleased grin on his face. "That's it, nice n cozy then..." Nate beamed. The boy's lay atop the bed, chatting for a long while about school and those sorts of thing. There were only a few weeks left before summer holiday, and they were all getting excited about that, as all kids do. The conversation gradually turned to sex and dating and such. "So..." Asher said, looking over at Nate. "You gonna go out with Jeanie over holiday?" He queried. Nathan scrunched his nose up a little. "Ahh.... She's turned into a bi' of a snob hasn't she..." Nate said. "Sides, she won't let me touch her titties..." He laughed boyishly. "Wha' about you Ash? Now that yer out, I mean... Goh'a crush on anyone?" Asher blushed slightly, and shrugged. He may have even cast a furtive glance at Shay, but neither of the other boys noticed. "Wha' about you Shay? 'Avent seen you hanging about with any girls lately..." "Been a bit preoccupied haven't I..." Shay responded. "Not really interested in girls right now." They all understood what he meant. And as such conversations oft times do with adolescent boys, Asher quietly reached down to his crotch, and absently fingered his boyhood, which seemed to have swollen a bit. Nathan took notice of it, and he elbowed Shay to get his attention. "What's up Ash, geh'in a bit of a stiff todger are we..." He snickered. Ash blushed, but at this point it was a bit hard to deny the obvious tent in his undies. He cupped his hand loosely over his groin tough, in a futile attempt at modesty. "Bet you're not far behind." Shay guessed, and he reached out quickly to grab playfully at Nate's crotch. "Yeah, what's this then..? He said grinning, as his fingers squeezed on Nate's stiffening tuber through his shorts. Nate pushed his hand away and blushed as well as he tried to cover his own freshly grown boy bone... "Whu' the hell..." Nate giggled, trying to sound indignant. But it was too late of course. Boners are like the common cold; easy to catch from your friends. And Shay was already beginning to sprout his own swelling member. The three boys all sat there, semi awkwardly for a moment. But it's not like they hadn't seen each other bone up before. And though all three of them had never jerked off together as a group, Ash had jerked off with both Shay and Nate individually. "Awe shite..." Asher declared, suddenly feeling the need. These were his two best mates, and he didn't care, he was feeling horny now. Lifting his hips, Ash pushed his underpants down his legs letting his thirteen-year-old, four and a half inch boy spike bloom under the bedroom lights, which also showed a fair, but small patch of pubes, tightly dusting his mound. Nathan and Shay exchanged awkward, but amused smirks, then both shrugged indifferently, knowing where this was leading. Shay quickly slipped off his nylon Nike shorts, but Nate was slower to follow, feeling a bit shy all of a sudden. He glanced hesitantly at both of his friends, then shrugged again and finally joined in, shedding his boxer briefs. They all sat there timidly at first, naked, and glancing back and forth between the three of them. Nathan's penis was a touch shorter than the other boys, barely shy of four inches, though he seemed to be a bit thicker, and it had a slight upward curve to it. He had only a very small sampling of curly pubic hairs, barely sprouting there on his creamy white mound, as he sat there partially covering himself. Shay of course, as previously mentioned, was just a touch over four inches, with two dozen or so tightly groomed pubes above his tube. He smiled awkwardly as he looked at Nate's penis. It was the first time those two had been together like this, in an aroused state. "Looks um, nice..." Shay touted, glancing over and evaluating Nate's rigid tool, and loosely hanging testicles. "Thanks I guess." Nate muttered awkwardly, not really knowing how to respond. "Yer's looks pretty wicked as well." They had all seen each other in the buff, likely hundreds of times, but seeing someone, even you best mates close-up with an actual hard on for the first time, well, it can be a bit dodgy at first. None of the boys was circumcised, English lads rarely are, and surprisingly, Nate who was the youngest by nearly five months, was the thickest of the three boys. Asher eyed the other two with great interest, he was gay after all, and feeling more in his element he slowly began stroking himself. Shay watched him curiously for a moment then decided to join in. Nate sat between the other two boys looking down thoughtfully at his own penis as he idly rolled his foreskin down, and then back up over his bell end. He glanced first to his left at Asher, watching him for several seconds, before looking back to his right to watch Shay. Nathan tugged abstractedly on his foreskin a time or two, feeling a bit timid about sharing this most intimate activity with two other boys at the same time; but suddenly Shay put his arm over Nate's shoulders in a gesture of friendship and solidarity, and the two boys smiled at each other. The first time embarrassment seemed to melt away, and Nate wrapped his fingers around his tumescent sausage and joined in. The boys went at it quite fervently, and why not. To a newly pubescent boy, all the wonderful tingling and feelings are still brand new, fresh, and wildly exciting. They are at the dawn of their sexual awakening and these freshly acquired sensations are unique and exceedingly special to them. Within five minutes, the room almost echoed with moans and contented boylike grunts. Toes curled, legs twitched and bodies squirmed and bumped at one another. Those near mythical pubescent pheromones washed over them like a magic spell, driving them toward inevitable conclusion... Asher moved his hand, inadvertently or not onto Nate's left thigh. The soft warm feel of boy flesh proved to be too much, and Ash's body seized into glorious contraction. With a loud groan his nearly walnut sized testicles let loose. "Unnnnnnchhhh...." Two copious squirts of hot boyseed shot from his strained nozzle... Shay had watched as it happened, joyfully wide eyed, and now his eyes squeezed shut as his own legs went joyfully numb. His unsheathed purple knob seemed to swell, rear back and spit; expelling several spurts of clearish boy milk onto his own stomach and onto Nathan's side. "Uhh, uhhhh, uhhhhhhh...." His breath was a ghostly moan at each contraction... Nathan was only a dozen strokes behind it seemed, because he squeaked suddenly, a near sopranic note. His boyhood twitched, his youthful testies withdrew snuggly. The boy squeaked again, deeper this time as four or five thick sticky droplets of goo spurted from his inflamed tip, followed closely by another contraction and several other heavy wet drops. His young body shuddered with delight and went limp. Breathing. It was all about the heavy breathing after that, as the three youngsters lay almost limply against each other. "That was bloody intense..." Nate mumbled after a time, glancing at his two companions, who both nodded their agreement. Shay reached across to the night stand and grabbed up his red tank top, which he used to wipe his stomach clean, and run it briefly over his now softened spigot. He glanced at Nate, then handed the shirt to him. Nathan wiped his own tummy and pubic mound, looking around on himself for more. "Right there." Shay pointed out, indicating the wet glob on Nate's side. "Sorry about that mate." He apologized. "Shay sauce..." Nate joked, wiping it away. Then he handed the shirt to Asher, who had certainly expelled the most. Ash carefully cleaned himself up and tossed the soiled shirt onto the floor near the bed. Reaching out, he flicked off the bedroom light, and the boys pulled the sheet up over themselves. They each squirmed around a little, getting into comfortable positions to sleep in. It was close quarters, but none of them really seemed to mind. They settled in quite nicely in the darkness of the room, each feeling spent, and quite contented in the moment. Shay was feeling more at ease than he'd been in quite some time. Away from home, away from his father, resting comfortably with his two best mates. A minute or two passed quietly. "Um... Sorry guys...." Nate said unexpectedly into the darkened room. The other two boys cast looks at him in the darkness. "What for?" Asher whispered. The next sound was that of a contentiously long fart that seemed to boil from beneath the sheets... "Bloody hell..." Both Shay and Asher groaned and giggled at the same time. It was going to be a long night... ~~ End Of Chapter Two ~~ Comments are always welcome at; ians.daydream@gmail.com Hope you are enjoying this coming of age tale. It is a Boy's duty, to explore, experiment, and enjoy with curious wonder, this precious time of adolescent change. Where every experience is new, and nothing is off the table. Enjoy it boys.... Also, stay tuned for more new stories from About A Boy I really appreciate your reading my stories, and offering up your comments... I truly hope that you continue to enjoy them, and just maybe, find something of your own similar boyhood memories mixed into it as well... Childhood was a wonderfully innocent time, wasn't it..........