Date: Sun, 25 Oct 2015 16:32:39 +0000
From: DS <niftyaccount27@yahoo.com>
Subject: New Life With Denholm-Submission 3

Chapter 3.

So this is the third submission. Thanks to those who are still reading.
This is my first piece of writing so thanks for being patient with the
style and content. This submission isn't as long as I'd like, but I
intended for this to tie up the last submission and hopefully provide the
introduction to the next one.

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Monday morning.

I woke up early, still tired due to a lack of sleep. I couldn't have had
more than a few hours, all I could think about was Denholm and what the
fuck I was doing. Of course I liked this kid. He's one of the most
beautiful boys I've met in my short life. He may like me too, but I feel
like he may have jumped into this just to make me happy, after all, all he
wants is to be accepted. I thought I might let him make the next move, just
to be sure.

I got out of bed without waking him, and quietly got dressed into my
running gear. I ran on weekdays early in the morning, usually before
school. I find that running helps me to relax and be less anxious during
the day. I certainly needed that after last night. Before I could leave the
room I peered back at Denholm sleeping peacefully on my bed. He'd spread
his entire body across it now, so it didn't look like I was getting back in
bed when I returned. I noticed that he was completely naked, his underwear
tossed off to the side of the bed. Was he like that all night? I certainly
didn't notice. I kinda wish I had of done, so I could have longer to revel
in the sight of him. His face looked so innocent, fuck he looked just as
good in his sleep as he does awake. I sighed, then promptly left the room
and out of the house.

I decided to go on a long route today, I had this new found energy stored
in my body, despite the amount of sleep I had. Overall, I ran about seven
kilometres, a decent distance for me. Although I was exhausted when I got
back home. I ran straight up to my room to jump in the shower, but when I
entered, Denholm wasn't there anymore. I thought that he'd have just went
downstairs to get breakfast or something, so I hopped in the shower.

I began wetting my body with the shower water, my hands covering every inch
of my skin. I reached down to my semi-hard dick, and gently stroked its
length, stopping at the tip, then reaching under to cup my balls. They
seemed heavier, and fuller than normal. Probably because I had been boned
up for so long last night without blowing a load.

I thought this was the best time to relieve myself, so began to slowly work
my dick between my fingers, eventually gripping it with the palm of my
right hand. I wasn't circumcised, and I had a few veins running along the
length, from the base to my tip.

I leaned my back against the tiled wall, sending cold shivers down my
spine. I increased my speed and eventually shot a runny load against the
glass pane of the shower door. This brought me back to my discovery of
Denholm's own cum against the same glass window, causing me to smile and
think 'I'm just as much a horny little shit as he is.' I also realised that
he must have shot his load in a similar position with his back against the
tile. I felt like a detective- a weird one at that as I'd just figured out
the position in which someone had ejaculated from.

Now, I'd like to say my thoughts were innocent when jacking off, but in
truth my mind was fully focused on the body of my new found brother. Images
of myself sucking on his five inch dick, along with the simple thought of
holding his cheeks tight against my own hard member last night were all I
could think about. My lust for this boy had escalated far too much since I
found out he wanted it as much as I did. Still, I mentally agreed to myself
again that I wouldn't make another move until he did. I needed to make sure
he was certain.

I left the shower, got changed into a pair of jeans and a baggy shirt, and
looked around my room and in the spare room for Denholm. But I couldn't
find him anywhere. What I did find, was his iPhone on the bedside table
that he must have forgotten to take with him. Curiosity led me to pick it
up and surprisingly he didn't have a passcode, so I clicked the icon for
messages on the bottom right of the screen. Only one name appeared, or
rather two, 'Matty&Sam'. I felt I was intruding too much at this point, but
couldn't help read the last few messages in the conversation. The first
message was from the two boys, to which Denholm responded. The messages
were back and forth.

-So how old is he?
-16, but there's something different about him. He's not like the adults.
-Do you like him?;)
-As in like what?
-As in would you do the same stuff with him that you've done with us...
-Well, I've tried to start something, and I know he's interested, but he's
scared to do anything in case we get found out :/
-Where is he now?
-I don't know, he wasn't there when I woke up, so I'm going to find
something to do. See you guys later.
-See ya D.

I read over this conversation about three times, and of course he was
talking about me. But who were these two boys? And what had Denholm done
with them that he wants to do with me? Many thoughts raced through my mind,
mainly the fact that It seemed Denholm had previously done things with
other boys. Did this excite me, or was I actually getting a bit jealous? I
was also concerned that he'd talked about us to other people.. Could I
really trust him to keep quiet if anything did happen?

I pretty much did my own thing that day, and as much as it hurt me to do
so, I tried to avoid Denholm, not wanting to seem like I was expecting a
lot from him. He didn't seem to look for me either, which saddened me too,
maybe he doesn't actually want this as bad as he made out to his friends.
I walked past him once that day, and simply told him I was going out with
Jack and I didn't know what time I'd be back. I asked if he wanted to come
but he shook his head, and went back upstairs. Again, this made me think he
wasn't too bothered, so went to meet jack and a few other friends to play
football at a local field.

FROM DENHOLM'S PERSPECTIVE.

I was woken up earlier than usual this morning, by the sound of the bedroom
door closing. My eyes half closed, I reached over to find James but he'd
gone already. Why is he up so early on a Monday morning? We don't have
school for a few months.
I could only think about the night before, knowing that I'd moved far too
quickly for James' liking. I doubted that he was even interested in me.
Maybe he was looking at me a lot because he was curious, and his boners
weren't because of me. I know he returned my kiss, but what if he was just
trying to make me happy and kissing back?
I turned towards my phone next to me, and smiled at the memory of James
giving it to me as a present. My sadness turned to guilt. He'd given me so
much, bought me a season ticket, clothes, this phone.. And now I was
pressuring him to do something he probably doesn't want to do.
I opened my messages on my phone, and just had to talk to Matty and Sam.
They were twins from my old school, about an hours drive from here. I
hadn't seen them since I left, and was starting to miss them. I won't go
into much detail about what we got up to, but we'd certainly experimented
with each other. Nothing much, mainly jacking off and comparing sizes. This
was easy for me though, identical twins seemed to also have identical
packages, which I thought was funny.
I texted them for a while about the new house and where I would be going
for school, then I brought up James briefly but didn't want to say too
much, thinking James wouldn't like others knowing about us. I left the room
about twenty minutes after waking up, and headed to the third floor to play
on the Xbox.
I heard James come back, go upstairs to take a shower, and hoped he would
come and find me so we could talk about what happened. But for the whole
day he ignored me, until I saw him briefly when he was about to leave. He
seemed annoyed that he'd walked into me, which made me feel horrible. He
almost half heartedly asked if I wanted to come, but I said no guessing he
didn't want me there anyway. When he left, I was alone in this massive
house with nothing to do. I went back into the spare room and lay on the
bed, thinking about how I'd just fucked up any decent friendship with
James. I actually started to cry, something I hadn't done since my first
night here. If only James felt the same.

BACK TO JAMES

I returned home at about ten o'clock at night. I ended up going to the
pictures with Jack and a few others to watch Paranormal Activity, then went
for something to eat and finally to play more football. It wasn't dark
until later since it was summer, but when the sun set I went back, grabbing
some chips from the local fish and chips shop for my dinner. I knew my dad
would make Denholm's dinner, probably lasagne again; my dad was limited in
cooking skills.
I went straight back to my room, expecting Denholm to be watching TV in my
bed. I wondered about what to say on my way up the stairs, and how to ask
him about the night before, to see what it meant.

When I opened the door, he wasn't there. In fact, my bed was made up and I
could see the light from the spare room where he must have been. I wondered
why he didn't want to sleep in my bed again, and I was a little
disappointed that I wouldn't get to lie next to him again that night.
I was really tired at this point, so climbed straight into bed and tried to
get to sleep.
As soon as my light went off, so did Denholm's, almost as if he'd been
waiting for the right moment.
Twenty minutes later, the unmistakable sound of Denholm crying filled my
ears for the second time since he'd arrived. I felt inclined to see what
was the matter. So I dragged myself out of bed and, without knocking, I
went into Denholm's room and turned on the light.
"What's up bud?" I asked, as I put my arm around his shoulder. He had to
compose himself to speak, and as if he'd prepared his next words, he said,
"I need to say sorry for coming on to strong. I know you don't want
anything else but to be friends and I don't want to lose you as that too."
I paused, almost realising what an idiot I'd been. It all made sense. But
now he had the impression that I wasn't interested.
"Denholm, I'm the one that needs to apologise. The thing is, I want to be
more than just your friend, but I'm scared that people will find out and
then me and you won't be able to see each other any more."
He now looked confused and said, "then why were you ignoring me all of
today?"
I felt like such a dick but said, "I thought I'd give you some space. I
wanted to make sure you really wanted this, I don't want you to do anything
that you don't want to."
He smiled with a cheeky grin, and said, "there isn't anything that I don't
want to do."
We both found this comment hilariously creepy, and both burst out into
laughter.
"I have one question though, but I need to tell the truth," I exclaimed, "I
was sort of looking at your messages before, and saw what you said to Matty
and Sam?"
He blushed and turned away, an embarrassed smile across his face. "Uhm,
yeah, they're my old friends. And if you read the messages you'll know I
'Did stuff' with them." He paused.
"Go on." I insisted.
"I'll leave that to your imagination." He grinned, jumping up and racing
back to my room, then diving onto my bed.

I followed him, then laughed when I saw him in a starfish position on his
stomach, covering the whole bed. I walked over, stood on the bed, picked
him up by the underside of his arms and lay down in his position, dropping
Denholm down on my way, his legs now resting across my thighs. We looked
into each other's eyes and smiled. It was like a huge weight had been
lifted from both of us, and we both felt stupid for doubting how the other
felt. To see him smiling again added an extra lift to my mood, fuck he was
cute.
He sat up, moving the heel of his left foot and dropping it slowly on to my
pelvic bone. He then edged it closer to my dick, which was growing by the
second. As his foot reached closer, he smiled and began to grind his toes
around, almost massaging my balls.
My eyes were closed at this point. It just felt so good. He seemed to know
what he was doing, which again intrigued me. What else had he done before?
He then asked if he could take my shorts off. Although this was moving
fast, I agreed, as he pulled them down to my knees, and eventually my
ankles, until I was wearing nothing but my underwear.
"You too." I asked, before he could continue.
He nodded, and first removed his shirt, then similarly he slowly pulled
down his own shorts, and lay his body on top of mine. He was wearing black,
skin tight boxer shorts which clung to his own growing package. The
material also emphasised the perfection of his bubble-like cheeks. I
grabbed hold of it, one cheek in each hand, my fingers gently massaging and
caressing his firm behind.
At this moment his face was directly above mine, our noses centimetres
away. He gradually moved closer, taking my bottom lip between his teeth,
biting down gently. He did the same with my top lip, until eventually he
slid his tongue deep into my mouth, leading to a hot, passionate kiss
between us. He swirled his tongue around mine, and pulled out moments
after, licking his lips and smiling. He moved his face next to my ear, and
whispered,
"This feels right."
I couldn't agree more, but before I could speak, he covered my mouth again
with his, his tongue leading the way.
He stopped again, and asked me what I wanted to do. I asked him what he'd
done before, and he responded by telling me he'd only really jacked off.
With this, I rolled him off my chest and told him to lie flat on his back,
as he did so I positioned my body near to his feet, and began kissing his
legs until I pulled his knees up either side of my shoulders, looked up at
Denholm and said, "close your eyes."

... To be continued in chapter 4