Date: Fri, 10 Dec 2004 21:56:44 +0000 (GMT) From: roy p...... Subject: Peter Johnson part two. Part 2 has Peter learning more about his friends, himself, life, love, hate and India. (India? Read it to find out). Disclaimers as normal. You possibly shouldn't, but you probably will. Thanx to those who've E-mailed: I'll assume everyone else's keyboards are too sticky. No? Oh well, try it this time. I really don't know where the story goes after this-I've tried a couple of variations, but aren't happy with them any ideas? Part two. Peter went to bed on that Sunday night trying to think of all the things that had happened that weekend. Nathan. Ian. His own newfound confidence. He thought he would get excited once in bed, but no. Not about his friends. He couldn't think about them in that way, selfishly. He closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep. The alarm buzzed at Seven, he woke alert, threw back the covers and looked down. Damn. Forgotten the boxers - but the sheet was dry! Mmmm! - that's good. He showered and dressed, even tucked his shirt into his trousers. He felt different, content, ready for the world. And on a Monday! He arrived at school early and waited at the gates for Nathan. The new boy smiled as he saw Peter waiting. "Hey Pete!" "Hey Nat! I don't have your address or phone number, I wanted to call you yesterday." "Three five oh, triple one." Nathan chirped. Peter wrote it on the back of his hand. "Come on, lets see what you got for maths homework." The boys chatted happily, and the day drifted past uneventfully. Except that Peter enjoyed it, and even learned a few things. During the last lesson, Geography (The topography of the Indian subcontinent) Peter whispered to Nathan, "You've got to come and meet another new friend of mine," he said. "He's just up the road from mine and he's having a shit life. Parents divorcing, that sort of thing. He needs support at the moment - he's all mixed up about his life. He's 14, a year younger than us." "OK, I don't have to rush home today, and I'd like to see where you live." The lesson soon ended (Homework Three hundred words on how continental drift has shaped the Northern Indian Subcontinent), and they made their way out of the school and towards Peter's District, Lowfields. Peter filled Nathan in on Ian's history, last years beatings, yesterdays outpourings, and how Peter felt that he ought to help this floundering youth. Nathan worried about the 'fancied you' part, he didn't want an intrusion into the friendship he was cultivating with Peter. Somehow this new lad's name never got mentioned. They arrived at the house, and Peter rang the bell. "Hello Mrs.Warner. Is Ian in, please?" They were ushered in, and indicated to go upstairs. The bedroom door was open, and Peter poked his head round it. "Hiya, howya doin'?" Ian was laying on the bed, reading a football magazine. He sat up. "I've bought someone to meet you. Come on in!" Peter and Nathan strolled into the tidy room. Nathan looked at Ian, and was stunned. "You!" he exclaimed. "I thought I was rid of you! I'm off!" and walked out. Ian and Peter exchanged shocked looks. "Wait, wait!" cried Ian, jumping off the bed and rushing to the door. "Nathan, please come back, I -- I'm sorry - please?" Nathan stopped on the first stair. "Peter said what you'd done to him last year - I should have guessed." Peter appeared at the door. "What's going on?" he shouted. "You two know each other then?" "Yes," Nathan hissed. "That's the bastard I told you about. Led me on, then got his gang to beat me up!" Peter looked at Ian. "Yes, yes I did. Told you I was fucked up. I hated gays 'cause I hated myself." Nathan frowned unbelievingingly from the stairs. "I couldn't risk becoming attracted to you so I wanted you to hate me. Really hate me." "You bloody well succeeded." he spat back. "I do hate you." "Sorry. Can I do anything --?" "You can fuck off!" Nathan was seething. Turning to Peter "And you I thought I was rid of this bastard -" He ran down the stairs and out of the door. Peter jumped to follow him, but Ian pushed past, jumped the whole flight of stairs and ran outside. He grabbed Nathan and spun him round. "Please hear me out, then go if you must." Nathan tore free and marched off down the road with Ian on his heels. Peter caught them up, and touched Nathan's sleeve "Nat, wait and listen -" "No, fuck off. I told you what he did, If you don't believe me --" "I believe you. Look - he cried his eyes out to me yesterday at least hear what he has to say." Nathan looked at Ian with pure hate. Ian started "I hated gays. I hated them because I hated being one. It hurt me so much, others had to suffer it too. That's why I beat up Peter last year. I was gay and I wanted him so much, that was the only way I could fight it, make him hurt. I let you try it on with me, and wanted so much to do something with you that I had to stop it, stamp it out before it went any further -" "So you nearly killed me?" Nathan struck out, catching Ian square on the jaw. Ian dropped like a stone to the pavement, opened his eyes, shook his head and said "Thanks. I deserved that." "And more." spat Nathan. "Yes, a lot more." gasped Ian, blood trickling from his mouth. Peter looked between his two friends. Which one needed him more? He didn't want to take sides, and offend the other one. He held Nathan's arm, and reached down for Ian's hand. Ian stood up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. His aunt came running down the road "Ian? Ian? What's going on?" "This is Nathan, Aunt. I did him a terrible wrong in the past and I'm paying the price now. Well, some of it, anyway." "I'll not have you brawling in the street like that!" she scowled "Back in the house, now. All of you." The three boys followed Mrs.Warner back to the house. She ushered them into the kitchen, and nodded towards the table in instruction for them to sit. "Now you'll sit here and sort it out." she said. "The kettle's there, make a pot of tea and bring mine into the lounge. I'll expect to see hands shaken when you go." The tea was made and drunk, the words were said and heard. Nathan tried to understand Ian's story, some of it was difficult, muffled by tears. At the end, their friendships were made, a little fragile perhaps, but friendships nevertheless. As Peter and Nathan moved to the hall to leave, Mrs.Warner, hearing voices, opened the lounge door. "Well," she said "show me you're friends again then." Nathan looked at Ian, leaned over and kissed him on the lips. "We're friends now." he said, and smiled sweetly. Mrs. Warner, expecting a forced handshake, shook her head and went back into the lounge. As they walked the short distance to Peter's house, his jealous curiosity got the better of him and he asked "Why'd you kiss him?" "His aunt wanted to see we'd made up." Nathan said. "I wanted him to see we had." "Oh." Peter was deep in thought till they reached his house. "You comin' in then?" He said, opening the door. They walked in and Peter introduced Nathan to his folks. "C'mon up!" he called, running up the stairs. Nathan followed him obediently into the bedroom and looked around. "Don't worry about the mess!" Peter said. "I clean it up every year or so! Check out my computer, I'm gonna get outta this school stuff!" He tugged off the school tie and threw it on a chair. He peeled off the white shirt, turning it inside out as he did so, and threw it at the same chair. He kicked his shoes off into different corners of the room, unzipped his black trousers and stepped out of them. He grabbed a pair of Levi's and a t-shirt from the table, and turned to dress. Nathan wasn't sitting at the computer as he expected, but was still standing by the closed door. "What??" he asked. Nathan replied by stepping up to him, grasping him in his arms and planting a hard kiss on his lips. "Wheew!" Peter exclaimed as they broke, dropping his clean clothes to the floor. "Slow down! This is all new to me!" Nathan had no intention of slowing down. He kissed him again, this time Peter responded with an open mouth. As their tongues met and tasted each other's wetness, Peter felt his erection start to rise, urged on by the stiff rod pressed hard into it. He felt one of Nathan's hands slip under the waist of his boxers and grasp the throbbing contents. The hand pushed and pulled up and down as fast as it could, and after a few seconds Nathan felt Peter's orgasm surge into his hand and up his arm, and his body collapse closer as Peter's legs gave way. He held on tight and guided him to sit on the bed. "Whoooo!" cried Peter as he regained his strength. "You're awesome! I can hardly breathe!" Nathan looked him straight in the face. "I want you, Pete, I've only just found you and I'm not going to give you up to that Ian. He ruined my life once and he's not going to do it again." Peter was shocked. "There's nothing going on," he gasped. "He only told me about it yesterday, I told you I didn't like him because of what he did last year. He needs help now, friendship and not in that sort of way -" "Don't you believe it!" Nathan spat out. "I know what he's like, cunning little " "But you kissed him! You said you wanted him to know you were friends!" "I'll be friendly with him, I'll help him but if he makes a move on you, I'll kill him." Peter's head reeled. Too much, too quick, too soon. "Well you come with me when I see him then." he said. "It seemed to me that he actually fancied you before, from what he said. Don't trust me, come and see for yourself." Nathan looked away. "Sorry," he said, "He hurt me deeply, and not just physically, and it'll take a lot for me to trust him, friend or not. Now, get those spunky boxers off and let me clean you up!" and with that Nathan spun to his knees in front of Peter, pulled down his damp shorts and started licking. And more. Just as Peter shot his second load of the hour into Nathan's mouth, he heard his mother shout up the stairs "Come on, boys dinner's ready!" Nathan knelt up and, cum dribbling from his mouth, said "I couldn't eat another thing!" The two boys rolled about laughing. After dinner, Nathan said he had to go home and, seeing him off at the door, Peter said "My turn tomorrow!" then kissed him lightly on the lips. He watched his new friend walk down the road, then ran up the stairs to the bathroom and locked the door. Tuesday at school passed quietly, Peter and Nathan only shared one lesson, Maths, before dinner. "I cant wait till this afternoon!" Nathan had whispered across the desk "How about behind the gym at dinnertime?" Peter glanced at his grinning friend. "No way! I don't want to be found out here, we'd be easy meat for the tough guys to get." "I'll always have easy meat for you!" whispered Nathan in reply. Peter blushed. When they got to Peter's, his mother said "We're all going to town shopping - do you want to come?" "No thanks, Mrs Johnson," Nathan said "Pete and I have got some hard homework to do and the sooner we get down to it, the better!" Peter looked in disbelief and blushed up again. "Not too long now, you look tired. I want you in bed early tonight." his mother said, heading for the door. "So do I!" whispered Nathan. The boys ran up to Peter's room and watched his mother back the car out of the drive and set off, his father, brother and sister looking suitably bored already. Quickly they both stripped naked, embraced and kissed. They caressed each others arms, backs, bodies and thighs, finishing with their partner's erections in their jerking hands. Peter crouched down and took Nathan's throbbing dick in his lips. Inexperienced, he tried to suck hard and gagged as it jumped to the back of his throat. "On the bed" whispered Nathan, "we can do this together." adding as they settled in the classic 69 position "Just do what I do and whatever feels nice." They kissed, licked and sucked each other for about a quarter of an hour, having to stop frequently 'on the edge' to prolong their loving. They both jumped when the doorbell rang "Who the fuck's that?" exclaimed Peter as he jumped off the bed and, pulling on a t- shirt, went to the window and opened it. "WHO IS IT?" he shouted, leaning out and looking down. "Hell, it's Ian!" he said, pulling back into the room. "Get rid of him!" hissed Nathan "Send him away!" Peter leant out again "What is it?" he enquired again. Nathan heard something being mumbled back. "I can't - I'm grounded 'till I've done all this homework and tidied my room." More mumbles from below. "I'll get him toOOOO --!" Nathan had sat on the floor with his head between Peter's legs and recommenced sucking. "I'll see if I can bring him round to yours tomorrow AAAHHH!!" He felt Nathan's hand caress his balls as he spoke. He was sure that Nathan was giggling as he sucked! "I'll ask him at school tomorrow -- no I haven't got his number -- no I - aaahhh - aaahhh haven't, its written in a schoolbook and I can't remember iiiIIIITTT!! --" The fireworks started - his cock exploded like a cannon into Nathan's waiting mouth "HHHIIII - no I said Bye .....I've gotta go and get on now --" "Get off, you mean!" Whispered Nathan as Peter stepped back and closed the window. Nathan stood and kissed Peter deeply again, giving him some of the contents of his mouth. "I want you to fuck me, Pete." he said, and gave him a little kiss on the cheek. They both turned and looked out of the window. Ian was standing on the pavement, openmouthed in astonishment, staring up at them in the window. "He wanted your phone number." said Peter. "Told you he fancied you!" After a short time to recover, and another kiss and a cuddle, Nathan lay back on the bed, his legs in the air. Peter snuggled his shoulders under the raised knees as his friend guided his hot sticky dick towards its target. "Slowly now," said Nathan "and gently - I ain't done this before!" Peter stopped right on the ring. "Shouldn't I wear a - a - " "Not unless you do this regular with other guys!" quipped Nathan. "But I know you're as much a virgin as me. Now, gently, try pushing -" Peter felt himself being eaten by the most beautiful, tightest thing he could imagine - slowly he slid in, until he could force it no further. The instant orgasm was the most awesome feeling he had ever known, he pumped and pumped and pumped, and Nathan slipped over the edge into the same light-flashing, bell- ringing, drum-banging intensity his own swollen organ shot so much, so hard, so far that both their faces were covered in it. They laughed and lay embraced together in their fluids, still coupled, and fell asleep. Nathan wore first, and jumped when he saw the clock. "Ten to seven - come on Pete, we've got to get cleaned up - I should be home by now!" Peter stirred more slowly, unconnected himself from his new lover and scratched his head. "I suppose so" he yawned, "but I wish we could stay like that forever." "We will, we will." his friend whispered as he gently kissed his lips. They cleaned up as best they could with a towel and dressed. Peter opened the front door to let his friend go just as his family strolled up the path. "How's the homework?" Marjorie Johnson enquired "Good, good!" replied Nathan. "Pete got really stuck in tonight, all I had to do was give him a little encouragement !" He lip- read Peter's 'Bastard' silent whisper so added "He's coming on nicely and he's so keen the harder it gets, the more he seems to like it!!" He smiled sweetly at the assembled Johnsons , waved 'bye and walked off towards the bus stop. Marjorie Johnson sighed. "Such a sweet lad." she said. "Yes Mum, Yes." her middle son sighed as they all stepped into the house. On Wednesday, 2nd and 3rd periods was Physical Education. Cross country running. Peter hated it, and half ran, half walked the course through the nearby woods. He would have said that he wasn't particularly thinking of Nathan, but the boy was now never far from the thoughts in his mind. Mr. Hunt, the P.E. teacher, ran past him and stopped. "Why so slow today, Johnson?" he asked. Peter thought quickly. "Cramp, Sir!" he replied. "Every time I run, I get cramp in my leg." He rubbed the back of his calf muscles for effect. "Well, I want you to do all of the course," Mr Hunt said, unable to discredit the excuse. "Don't cut any of it out. You've got plenty of time before dinner to make it round and back to school." "I'll be alright soon, Sir." whinged Peter. "I'll run a bit more then." Mr Hunt ran ahead. "Hey!" A familiar voice. Peter looked round. "Over here!" came from a clump of bushes just off the path. "Nat?" called Peter "Yes - in these bushes - come in here!" Peter pushed a few branches aside and squeezed into the bushes. There was a small clearing inside, just bigger than one person's space and Nathan was kneeling there, trousers and pants around his knees, stroking his stiff prick. "I knew you were running, I've skipped maths, I wanted a quickie with you!" he whispered as he grasped the front of Peter's shorts. Peter's erection was instantaneous. "Very quick then, Hunt's only just gone past." He knelt down and pulled the waistband of his white shorts down and under his balls. Nathan started rubbing gently. Within a few seconds, Peter felt the climax coming and tensed up. Nathan suddenly flipped the shorts' waistband from under Peter's balls, and as it flicked back up towards his waist, grabbed the base of Peter's prick through the white material. Peter came his load too soon to pull his prick out again. "What d'yer do that for?" he exclaimed. "Fuck me, people'll see that - its wet all inside my shorts now!" He hadn't noticed Nathan rubbing his own cock as he spoke until a jet of spunk shot out onto the front of his shorts "Oh fine, thanks, now I've got to go back to school covered in spunk - how more obvious do you want it to be?." " Oh stop whining - come on!" Nathan, having pulled his trousers up as he stood, grabbed Peter's arm and dragged him from the bushes, and ran between the trees parallel to the path until they came to a large mud puddle. "Now lay in that" Nathan said, "face down and rub your shorts in it. You can say you fell over if anyone asks, and shower yourself off when you get back to school. D'yer want me to come and scrub you down?" Faced with no alternative, Peter muddied himself up. "No, thanks, you've done enough damage already." "But you love me, don't you?" asked Nathan cheekily and kissed Peter quickly on the cheek. Peter frowned, but realised that, yes, he did. He jogged muddily back to school and went to the gym to shower and change. He stood under the shower and washed off the mud (and other sticky substances) from his body and shorts. He stripped them off and finished showering, then as he turned to go back to the changing room he saw Mr. Hunt standing in the doorway, watching him. He mentally prepared his story of falling in the mud but all Mr. Hunt said was "Be very careful of that Nathan, Peter you're a very gullible lad". Peter coloured up red. What did Mr. Hunt know? What had he seen? "Hurry up now, before you miss dinner" was the only other thing Mr. Hunt said.