Just One of Those Days, but It Got Better
by N Fourbois
Part 2
The following morning, Monday, I went to school in the middle of a storm. The weather was perfectly fine, perhaps a little chillier as the year advanced, but it was a hormone storm that was raging inside me. On the way to the bus stop I told Simon that I would be late home because I was going into town to buy some shaving gear.
The bus pulled up outside the school and I immediately noticed the Tranter brothers waiting there outside the gates. No, not quite true. I noticed Nathan Tranter with someone else and Nathan was wearing transparent trousers and underwear. When we crossed the road Aaron Berstead got off his bike and walked across with me while Simon went ahead to give Nathan a bear hug. The little huzzy. "Good weekend, Croker?" called out Aaron.
"Very good, thanks, Ber – stead, and you?" I replied with a certain emphasis.
"Great, yeah…" he replied, suddenly spotting Christian Tranter and dumping me. Ahead I saw my brother disappear with Nathan Tranter into the school bogs. I consciously raised an eyebrow, but thought no more about it at the time. I superiorly thought I had no need. I'd woken up early for some reason and I lay in bed having a very slow and satisfying wank, I was feeling so horny, knowing I was going to have certain 'difficulties' later that day.
I was snatched out of my reverie. "Hi, Nick." I looked round to see Tony Maltby just behind me.
"Hi, Tony. Have a good weekend?"
"You know I had a good weekend, you horny little stud. Are you sure that was the first time you did that? You're the best one I've ever had."
"Skill," I answered modestly, shrugging my shoulders and polishing my nails on the lapel of my blazer. "Watch what you're saying," I said lowering my voice. "Here comes Ransom."
"What are you two lady boys whispering about?" he shouted out as he walked past. Bob Ransom was the school's self-appointed queer basher who was repeating Year 11 and so had not only a Year 7 brain in Year 12 body, but also quite a few chips on his shoulder. Still, he was a person worth avoiding and despite the 'lady boy' remark, it was difficult to know whether he was just being obnoxious or whether he knew something. Can full blooded heteros possess the power of gaydar? I had never known one, but then I hadn't actually much experience in that area. Tony just flipped him the finger. I looked at Tony. Normally my gaze went straight for his package, but today he was wearing trousers with a transparent seat. In my mind's eye all I saw was his tasty little butt, hairless, presented to me just as it was on Saturday morning, his rosebud and crack shimmering from the excess of lube, just inviting my finger to probe before pressing my throbbing cock home, and it was throbbing for I had actually hardened up in my trousers and in my head I was pressing it home, bareback in this instance.
"Are you all right, Nick?" I shook myself. "I've just been talking to you for the last couple of minutes and you were on another planet."
"Yeah, I am now. I drifted off, a sort of flashback, a flashback to Saturday when I was doing you. Except this time it was straight in, no protection."
"It must have been a dream. I'd only let my life partner do that to me. Not even Chas, and he knows it. By the way," and here he lowered his voice, "you've got a raging boner and it's there for all the world to see."
"Shit," I said, putting my hands into my trouser pockets and doing some hasty re-arranging. "These new undies are supposed to prevent all that."
Something had happened to Tony and me since Saturday morning. We had always been friendly towards one another since we met in Year 7, but that Monday, and Tony felt it too, the act of coïtus had given us something special, something more than just being sex buddies like him and his cousin Chas.
"If you're really serious, Nick, about losing your back cherry," Tony said over lunch "I'm sure Chas would oblige. He is so randy, he'd shag anything with a hole providing it's not a girlie. Even the cat keeps out of his way these days." I giggled. "We could always cycle over there at half term." I looked at him. "No, I'm serious."
As soon as the bell for the end of school rang, I quickly packed my stuff into my backpack, said 'see ya later' to Tony and hurried off through the school gates on my way to town. I must have been ahead of the surge for the pavements were empty. If you were walking, there was a short cut though the grounds of the local hospital, which I took, and there it was. I'd passed it many a time and oft and never noticed it, a newish brick building in its own area away from the main in- and out-patients entrances, the Family Planning and STD clinic. I had to laugh when I saw a notice: "For Family Planning please use the rear entrance." I immediately thought of what Tony had told me on Saturday and I thought damn it. The hormone storm had started up again and my brain and prick rapidly exchanges places. I took my anorak out of my backpack to cover my school blazer, took off my tie and carefully put it in my zip up pocket, thought of what Tony had said and walked in.
It went exactly as he had said. The magic words worked – 'I'm in a relationship', 'It's with another boy', 'We were advised in our PHSE lessons' and I came out with what for me would be three years' supply of Durex Avanti Ultima, lube gel and several leaflets of advice on sexual health for gay men. The only problem was where to store all this, because if Mum found the stuff, she would go up the wall. Then the metaphorical light bulb switched on above my head. The built in wardrobes in the bedrooms, which had been put in by the previous owners of the house, had installed in them safe boxes like the ones you find in hotels. You set the combination anew each time you locked it. Dad had shown us how to work them and told us to keep any excess money or valuables in them, not that we boys had any valuables, but now…
I continued to the shops and went into Argos where I picked up a rechargeable electric hair trimmer at a reasonable price. Then on to Boots for a proper wet razor and some shave gel. Back at home I showed Simon the goodies I had bought, and the ones I had been given. "Can I have some?" he asked.
"On one condition… no, two. One is that you keep absolutely schtumm about this and do what I'm doing and keep the stuff in the safe in your room."
"The second one?"
"When you run out, you get your own like I did. If you're man enough to shag, then you're man enough to get your own jonnies. After all, it's easy enough to do and it doesn't cost you any money." I added a tube of gel. Then a thought struck me. "Si, you're not actually doing it, are you?" He looked at me and grinned.
"No." A long pause, then, almost teasingly, "Not yet, but it's always best to be prepared, don't you think?" and he gave me that smile that would melt anyone's heart. Another pause and he looked at me again. "Nicky." He was the only person in the world I allowed to call me Nicky, not even Mum and Dad. "Nicky, as boys can't make babies, why do we need to use all this stuff at all?"
I was impatient to get on with the job of shaving myself, but then realised the trimmer had to be charged first. Reluctantly I would have to wait until tomorrow afternoon, but the dirty deed would at least be done in time for Wednesday's PE lesson. It gave me the opportunity of sitting down with Simon and with the help of the leaflets I'd been given at the clinic to explain things to him before Mum and Dad got home. The homework suffered, but I resigned myself to not watching TV that evening. I looked at my face in the mirror. After the closest scrutiny I judged that my upper lip had sufficient bum fluff on it to justify the razor and so I could tell Mum and Dad that I'd bought it and I'd thought I'd get the trimmer at the same time as part of a set. That was one less thing to hide or lie about. However, I would leave it out on my desk, let Mum see it and field the questions from there, leading to the following evening's "Of course you can't see anything, Dad. I've just had a shave," but I'm getting ahead of myself.
The time was set for the two hours between school and Mum and Dad getting home. For the second day running I was revving up on the starting grid at school, hoping to catch the early bus and get home as soon as possible. I don't know how he did it, but Simon had beaten me to the bus stop without even trying. So we went home together. "Can I watch you do this, bro?" I shrugged my shoulders.
"You won't see anything you haven't seen before. You can if you want, but it'll cost you."
"How much?"
"Not how much. What?"
"What?"
"If I get a stiffie, you've got to do something about it." Simon thought about it for a few seconds.
"Fine, but it works the other way round. If I bone up, you've got to jerk me off." I didn't even have to think about it.
"Deal," and we high fived.
I went downstairs and put my front door key in the lock. Now Mum and Dad's keys would not work and they'd have to ring the bell or telephone us if they came home early. I'd rather get a bollocking for forgetting to take my key out than for being found wanking off my baby brother. I came back up and stripped off all my clothes. Simon had changed and was waiting for me. I climbed into the shower. Basic error no 1. I got Simon to hold the mirror while I set the trimmer to number one and ran it across my fuzz. It worked a treat. I only had hair above my dick, none on my balls or on my peri… on my perin… oh, dammit, on the bit between my balls and my hole, and certainly none up my crack and round my hole like Aaron Berstead had. I did nick myself and there was a bit of blood. I thought only wet razors did that. After that I ran some water in the basin and finished off, first by shaving my top lip, then soaping up my groin with shave gel and running the wet razor over the residual stubble until my skin was as smooth as the proverbial baby's bottom.
I stood there admiring my handy work in the mirror Simon was holding. Then it happened. I felt the blood flow, then slowly and remorselessly my prick started to swell, my foreskin rolled back, my prick stood up and my shining dark red glans glinted back at me. There was no going back. "Remember our deal, Si?"
"How could I forget? How are we going to do this?"
"I've got to shower after shaving. So come and have a shower with me." Before I could count five, Simon had put the mirror back, gone to his bedroom, taken his clothes off and returned ready to join me under the water.
I won't say it was the best wank I'd ever had, but it was a relief and the shower washed my spunk away. Simon naturally popped a boner and I was ready to fulfil my part of the bargain. I switched the water off, knelt in front of him and after teasing his glans with my tongue, sucked his whole dick into my mouth. The trouble with having had a shower and not dried off, we began to feel cold, then shiver even though the whole house was warm. I had to finish Simon off quickly with a hand job and then I switched the hot water back on. That's when we noticed that the water was not draining away, but covering our feet. Then we look at the plughole. OMG, it was blocked with my pubic hair topped with wads of our mingled spunk.
"You go and dry off, Si, and get dressed. I'll sort this." Of course in our eagerness to have some fun we'd forgotten to put out some bath towels – basic error no 2 – and so Simon had to drip water across the floor in order to pick up a couple from the cupboard. Meanwhile I scooped up what muck I could and put it down the loo. The water was draining faster, but the drain still wasn't clear. Then I remember Mum kept something called Drain-o for unblocking sinks and drains. I shouted out to Simon, told him where it was and he fetched it. I read the label. 'Caustic soda. Do not allow to come in contact with skin.' I got out of the shower, poured some of the powder over the drain, heard some gurgling and could feel heat coming off. I dried myself now. I felt really cold and was shivering. I was drying off while keeping eye on the drain hole. Suddenly something gave and the water drained away naturally. "While I'm getting dressed, go and get my key out of the front door, Si. What's the time?" He told me. "We've got ten minutes to clean up the bathroom." I flushed the loo. Simon took the Drain-o and put it back in the kitchen. There were still pubes floating in the water. I took some cleaner and poured it down the pan and flushed again. Success. I looked at the shower. Oh, no! Still some loose hair scattered about. Why couldn't my pubes be the same colour as the hair on my head? It seemed that only gingernobs and dark-haired people had the same colour hair in both places. I sprayed cold water round the shower and slowly it disappeared down the drain. I'd just put the towels in the laundry basket when I heard our parents' car drawing up. I sighed a sigh of relief. I looked at my backpack filled with homework. No television tonight then. When Dad commented over tea, I said "Yeah, in Year 10 they really begin to pile it on. All these projects."
Later that evening before I went to bed, I checked myself in the full length mirrors. 'Smart,' I thought. 'Why didn't I do that before? And they're right. It does make you look bigger.' That made me so horny. I got into bed without putting my pyjamas on, put out the light and made up for that abysmal wank Simon had given me in the afternoon. I fantasised about Tony and wondered what Chas looked like.
Wednesday turned out to be a disappointment. In the PE lesson Tony was the only one who mentioned my shaved crotch, and he greatly approved. By the look on Mr Timmis's face I think he noticed and approved, but of course he was in no position to comment. Thinking back though, the class's attention seemed to be fixed on Aaron Berstead and his new victim. He had gone for Alexander Morris. Alex Morris is one of those boys content to fade into the background, which he successfully did most of the time, except that his reputation embraced two superlatives. He was the smallest kid in Year 10, which gave him a high QT rating, and, as so often happens in a random group of youths, the smallest in stature has the biggest donk, and this was what Aaron was working on for the coming weekend. I was not interested – no, that's not sour grapes. I am quite content with what I've got and I'm not a size queen. I just thought that in later life poor old Alex might have difficulty in keeping a girl (or boy) friend. Also, despite sporting a kingsize donk he had weeny balls and since they always hung loose, I assumed they had grown to their full potential.
Thursday I thought I fared better. In the games lesson you had the whole year group together and I received some very complimentary remarks and one invitation to meet during the following lunch break behind the boiler house. I declined naturally. Simon and Tony between them kept me fully satisfied and I really only wanted sex at school in the most extreme of circumstances. However, one invitation came that I could not decline.
"Hey, Nick," said Tony. "My cousin Chas is coming over on Saturday. He's heard a lot about you and wants to meet you. Our mothers are going shopping and our fathers playing golf. As we're both out at home, they know what we get up to… no, they've got a pretty good idea what we might get up to. So come prepared for some action." I popped a boner at the very thought.
"I'll just have to check at home first."
Over tea Mum wanted to work out the arrangements for the weekend. "What are you two boys up to?"
"I'm cycling over to Nathan's on Saturday morning," said Simon.
"What about you, Nick?"
"Tony's got his cousin coming over while their dads are playing golf and Tony asked if I wanted to go across and try out some new game Chas was bringing."
"Monopoly? Trivial Pursuits?"
"No, Mum, a computer game. Do try to be a little bit modern."
"Would you boys like to come to the rugby with me in the afternoon?" asked Dad.
"Would we?" cooed Simon.
"No, Simon. That's what Dad's just asked us," I said. "Of course we would, Dad."
"Then Sunday morning," said Mum "I think you had better come to church with us. The rector is beginning to think we've sold our children into white slavery."
"I've got lots of project work to do," I protested.
"That's all right," said Dad. "You've got three evenings to do it in and you won't get much done curled up in bed asleep."
"We can see the choir…" Simon blurted out, realised what he was going to say and shut up before saying the word 'boys'. "I mean listen to the choir," he corrected himself.
"Since when have you been interested in choral music, Si?" I don't know whether I said that to add to his embarrassment or to help him out.
"I'm thinking of joining the school choir," he said in a superior tone.
"Is that because Nathan Tranter's in it?"
"Might be," he replied. "He is after all my best friend." I decided to drop it there. Mum and Dad pretended not to be listening.
"And it's normal Sunday dinner. Roast pork okay, boys?"
"Sure thing," I said.
"Right on," said Simon.
"That's good because that's what I bought," smiled Mum. She was happy because she really liked having the whole family together on a Sunday, though she was slowly getting used to the fact that one or both of us might be invited somewhere. That's why she didn't mind us doing things with friends on Saturdays.
On Saturday Mum woke us at the normal weekday time. I was not happy until I remembered that I was supposed to be at Tony's house for nine and that he lived in the opposite direction from school to me. Before I got out of bed, I recapped his instructions: take a dump, wash butt thoroughly in the shower and bring some supplies, in that order. By half past eight I was pedalling my way towards Tony's, dressed in blue sweats and a white tee shirt under my anorak.
Tony let me into a crowded kitchen with his parents, uncle, aunt and cousin sitting round the table over a pot of tea. I was introduced to all, but could not take my eyes off Chas. He was ordinary enough looking, but it was the idea of his penetrating my butt later on that put me under his spell. "Are you gay as well, Nick?" asked Mrs Maltby.
"Mum!" shouted Tony. "You just don't ask that sort of question. You are so embarrassing."
"Sorry, love," she replied. At least that got me out of answering the question. I could feel my face glowing like an electric fire.
"If he's not now, he will be by the time he goes home," guffawed Chas.
"Charles!" expostulated Tony's auntie. "That goes for you, too." Recovering from the excess of openness, I said
"It's okay, Mrs Bunsen. I'm keeping my options fully open."
A cup of tea later it was time to go our separate ways. The men went off to the golf course and the women went off to the shopping mall and we boys went up to Tony's room. On entering I was taken aback to see the posters on the walls, men and boys from the worlds of sport and entertainment, David Beckham pre-tattoos, Tom Daley still a boy, of course, the Biebs and the centrefolds from GY mag. That was the greatest surprise. "Tony, I didn't know you were a Ronan Parke fan too."
"I am after last week."
"Don't your parents mind you having naked guys on the walls?"
"I think Mum prefers them to my having chicks with big tits, actually."
"I know I do," laughed Chas.
"Okay," said Tony "how are we going to do this?"
"How do you mean?" I asked.
"Well," said Chas "we could treat it as a case of pure lust in which you want to have your wicked way with me and we start with a snog and see what it leads to or we could treat this as an extension of PHSE classes where we do a practical under training and supervision."
"I'd prefer the instruction," said Tony. "Otherwise I'm hanging about spare here like a foreskin at a Jewish wedding." I burst out laughing because I'd never heard him say that before. I thought for a few moments. I thought how when I did Tony we took it slowly; I thought how Simon could turn me on and how we did stuff together in bed; then I thought 'but this is different. I love my baby brother. Then Tony and I are building a relationship, but there is no relationship between Chas and me and when he sticks his nob up my butt, that's all it will be, sticking his nob up my butt.
"I'll go with Tony and instruction."
"Whaay!" shouted Tony. Then Chas took charge.
"Then I'm the master and Tony is my assistant. First thing, let's get to know one another. Get your kit off. All of it, socks and watches and any necklaces, if you wear them." We all stripped. "Nice," said Chas when he saw my equipment shaven of all its pubes. "I like. I take it you're into blowjobs." I nodded. I was intrigued with Chas's balls, full size, loose, slightly protruding, but it was his prick that attracted my curiosity. It was thinner than average, which didn't impinge on its length, and Chas had pulled his foreskin back to reveal a snakeshead for a glans. I'd only seen one like it at school. 'I won't have much difficulty there,' I thought. "You can touch me up, if you like. As long as you don't make me come." I didn't need asking twice. The weight and the way his balls jiggled in my hand made me hard. I knelt down and took the snakeshead into my mouth, giving it a thorough wetting. It tasted good. "Okay, enough of that. Turn round and bend over the bed. If I'm going to fuck your arse, I want to know what I'm shagging. Mmm, no hair. Nice. Have you shaved that or has it just not grown?"
"Hasn't grown," I answered. I felt his finger probing my crevice and finally pushing up to the sphincter and pushing in. In the mirror I saw him pull it out and sniff it.
"Mmm, nice and clean. Smells good, too. Did you bring a jockstrap?"
"Yep."
"Put it on." I went across the room to get it out of the pocket of my sweats. "Put your tee shirt on too to stop yourself getting chilled." He and Tony got dressed again.
Tony took charge, fetching some stuff out of Chas's Waitrose bag. "Bend over the bed again. That's it." He massaged K-Y, first into my crack, then into my hole. It felt good and was beginning get me roused. I was chubbing up in my jock.
"Leave it alone," said Chas as he saw me rubbing my cock through my jock.
"Have you seen one of these before, Nick?" said Tony.
"Yeah, it's a dildo."
"Close. It's a butt plug. It's got a wide base with two bollocks to stop it disappearing."
"What? Up my butt?" Tony nodded.
"Don't worry. This is a small one, only three and a half inches, but it's quite thick. It's to open up your hole and make it easier for Chas to stick his cock in." Tony handed me some foil. "Put this over the plug." I carefully tore open the foil and squeezed out a white condom which I rolled down the shaft of the black butt plug. Tony lubed it up. "Okay, Chas, ready to go."
"Get back kneeling on the bed," ordered Chas. I did as I was told. I felt the cold of the fresh K-Y as Chas ran the plug along my crevice. Tony pulled my butt cheeks apart to reveal my rosebud. I could feel Chas probing. He lined up the plug and pushed it home.
"Aagh!" I shouted as it pierced the sphincter, but the pain quickly subsided, transformed into a comfortable, pleasant feeling.
"That always happens first time," said Chas, "like with a girl when her hymen tears on losing her virginity." Cold comfort, but it was over and done with. "Now put your sweats back on."
"Aren't you going to take it out?"
"Not yet."
Tony put a flash drive into the back of his laptop and it came to life. "Right, guys. Make yourselves comfortable." I wasn't quite sure how I was supposed to do that. We settled down to watch a powerpoint presentation, well put together with good looking lads, some our age just posing, either naked or in various states of undress, or slightly older guys having sex, either solo or with someone else, all mixed up so that you couldn't get bored. It must have lasted half an hour or so. When it finished, I said
"I wouldn't mind some of those."
"We can sort that out over half term," said Tony.
"Okay, you guys ready to go?" said Chas. "Time's getting on. I'm booked in for another shag this evening and I want to get back up to full strength." We said yes. "Okay, Nick, get your kit off, but leave your jock on." Chas and Tony stripped completely naked. "Now, Nick, you've got to make me hard. I don't expect to have to do all the work."
"How am I supposed to that?"
"C'mon. Tony said you were experienced."
"Moi?" They both nodded. I looked Chas up and down. His snakeshead showed no sign of moving of its own accord. Then my brain descended to my groin and nature took over. I put my arms round Chas, my hand on his butt and drew him in, searched for his tongue with mine, and let my fingers wander through his crack until I found his hole. As he pushed his tongue into my mouth, I pushed my courting finger into his hole. It was working; the snake was poised to strike.
We separated. Chas told me to assume the position on the bed. In what seemed a well rehearsed routine, Tony withdrew the butt plug, rolled a waiting black jonnie down over Chas's shaft, black against white, and Chas penetrated my inner sanctum.
He worked slowly and found a spot inside me that was particularly pleasurable. Tony explained that was my prostate gland or the man's G spot. Then Chas pulled out and told me to lie on my back with my legs in the air. He lay down on his front on top of me and I rested my legs on his shoulders. He adjusted our body positions and I felt his hot dick probing my hole, then easily pass through the sphincter without any pain and as he slowly thrust, we kissed. I felt the thrusts speed up, the kissing stopped and finally Chas was shooting his load deep inside my body.
We lay there for a few moments until I felt Chas soften and slip out. "Did you like that, Nick?"
"Mmm." I looked up at him, smiling.
"Okay, Tony deserves some fun. Kneel on the bed again." I wondered what was going to happen. I knew Tony would never shag me. While Chas had been finishing off inside me, Tony had been wanking himself off and was now close to coming. "Spread your arse," said Chas.
"Difficult when kneeling," I replied. Chas did it for me while Tony shot his load over my crack, over my rosebud and over my butt cheeks. Then they took turns to lick my hole clean. It was heavenly to feel their tongues probing. When I was clean, they allowed me to get up.
"That's called a cream pie or felching," said Chas. "It's even more fun when you've fucked a guy bareback and your own spunk comes dribbling out. Clean yourself up, Nick, and get dressed."
"You can use the shower, if you want," added Tony.
When I came back in, Chas held up a black condom, knotted at the open end. "You can keep this as a souvenir, Nick. It contains your back cherry. Now you're a fully qualified gayboy." I accepted it, gratefully I think, held it up to the light, amazed at the amount of ejaculate it held. Tony offered me a selfseal plastic sachet.
We went downstairs. I felt on top of the world. Tony made a pot of tea. We ate biscuits. "Time for me to go," I announced. Chas had to wait for the return of his parents. I hugged Chas and kissed Tony to say thank you, climbed onto my cycle and disappeared down the road.
Now, I have a particularly narrow saddle on my bike and it snuggled into my buttcrack. It gave me a funny feeling in my bum, a dull ache. I couldn't work out whether it was pain or pleasure.
"Did you have a good morning, Nick?" enquired Mum as I walked into the kitchen.
"Very good. The best. I learnt to play a new game," I said, trying my luck and grinning to myself.
"That's nice, dear. A little job for you. Would you like to start thinking about your birthday in a couple of weeks' time? Anything you might like?"
"Thanks, Mum. I'm just going upstairs to change."
"Oh dear, more washing."
"It's all right, Mum. No worries. I'll put it into the machine and it doesn't need ironing."
"Don't get doing anything else. We'll be having dinner as soon as Simon comes home."
I was bursting to tell Simon all about my morning, but one or both of the parents were never very far away. Simon did say as we made our way to the stadium for the rugby match that I was walking a bit funny, but I fobbed him off, telling him that I had tripped and wrench my knee a bit, but that it was nothing really.
That evening I sat in front of the TV with the rest of the family, but not watching it. I was firmly ensconced in my own world. It had been an interesting week to say the least. I was still feeling frustrated at not being able to tell my brother about my adventures. At the end of the programme I announced that I was going up to my room to get on with my school PHSE project, but I managed to catch Simon's eye and jerk my head towards the door. Five minutes later there was a knock on my bedroom door. Simon was savvy enough not to come up straightaway for Mum would only have warned him off and told him not to disturb me when I'm working.
"Okay, bro, how did it go this morning?" I filled Simon in with the details, including the cream pie. He looked at me a bit old fashioned and was just about to say something when he read my face. "Fine, Nick. I've got it. Don't knock it until you've tried it." I went over to the safe in the cupboard and fetched out the little plastic bag and held it up for Simon to see.
"There you go. My lost back cherry." When he saw just what it was, he exclaimed
"Eugh! Really. Nicky, you are so strange at times."
"We'll talk about it in five years' time, Si, and see whether you find it all so strange then.
"But more important, Simon, what did you get up to this morning?"
"We had a big talk about our relationship." Where on earth does my baby brother get all this pseudo social-worker garbage from? Then I remembered that he had a different PHSE teacher from me, a woman teacher, which explained why they were so into relationships, and that we didn't get down to the actual sex act until we were in Year 10. But I ask you, a woman PHSE teacher in an all-boys' school. Co-ed school, yes, but then it ought to be team-teaching for PHSE. I refrained from saying anything. There was nothing to be gained from undermining him and maybe his knowledge of relationships might come in useful at some time in the future, for both of us.
"And what did you decide about your relationship?"
"Lots of things. We wanted to keep it at 'level best friend' rather than 'level boyfriend'." I just adored the way they formulised their relationship. "We felt that best friends did do stuff together, but we were not sufficiently together to commit, especially as we were surrounded by boys at school and that we both fancied some of them. Not necessarily the same boys, either. Also, we didn't want to commit to being gay as we might just be going through a phase."
"Yes, you said that before."
"And you took the piss out of me, Nick, but we still think that and so officially we're bi."
"So how many girls have both of you snogged?"
"Weell," said Simon, obviously giving the question some thought, "er… mm… er… none."
"So how can you say you're bi?"
"At primary school I looked up Julie Roberts's skirt and Nathan saw her fanny and said it smelt of rotten fish."
"So that makes you both bi? Okay. What else did you decide?"
"Natt liked my new undies and he's going to ask his mum whether he can get some like them, but he prefers colours and I like white with maybe a contrasting trim. He says I look even sexier in them."
"Anything else?"
"He said that now we are best friends it's all right to go around naked together and get to know each other's bodies. I said it was no big deal 'cos I did that at home with you. Christian didn't like doing it and Nathan said 'It's probably because he's not so good-looking as you,' and then he just giggled."
"With all this talk about your relationship did you get round to doing any stuff together?" Simon blushed.
"Time had gone on a bit so that there was a risk his parents would come in and catch us and so we've made a date for next week." Then he whispered confidentially, even though no one else was about, "He's going to ask if we can have another sleep over, but it might be an issue after last time and the mud and stuff."
"If you're not going to poke one another for two years, what are you going to do?"
"We decided that jerking off was okay, we'd like to cuddle and make out and sleep naked together like we did in the tent on the sleep over, but what we like most is to suck dick. What was that posh word you used for it, Nick?"
"Fellatio."
"Fellatio, that right. And the last thing we decided was that it would be all right to hold hands when no one else is around or in the dark like at the cinema."
"If you change your minds about buttfucking, do talk to me first. It's not so easy as it looks. To change the subject, Mum wants me to think about what I want to do for my birthday."
"When is it?"
"October 27 th , the same date as last year."
"Duh! I mean, how long to go?"
"The first Saturday of half term. That's Mum calling up the stairs. She'll have a malted milky drink ready for us in five minutes."
"Okay."
"And Simon."
"Yes?"
"I don't mind you fiddling with yourself when you're talking to me, but do put your dick away before you go downstairs. Remember what Mum said."
"I wasn't fiddling with myself."
"Look, Simon," and I pointed.
"Whoops!" and I gave it a couple of tugs. I'd like to have given it more, but I didn't want our Ovaltine to get cold. Perhaps afterwards if he's still in the mood.
Monday morning and back to school. I was longing to see Tony and perhaps get some feedback about Saturday. Simon must have had similar thoughts for he hung about the school gates waiting for the Tranter brothers, or more precisely Tranter minor. However, I did not see Tony until he arrived in our tutor room for registration. The first thing I noticed was that his hair was back to normal colour and that he was wearing school uniform strictly according to regulations, no bracelets nor sweatband, no earring, no trainers, but ordinary black shoes. As soon as he saw me, he gave me a hug and whispered in my ear "Thanks for Saturday. See you at break." Hugs were acceptable at our school. No one ever thought of them as any more than that, a hug. I knew he was out at home. I couldn't remember whether he was out at school officially or not, though those who witnessed the previous Wednesday couldn't have been left in much doubt and those who socialised with him out of school even less so. Although, a fleeting moment of gossip apart, were people that interested?
I settled down to work more easily that Monday. The hormone storm had passed, perhaps only to make way for the next one to arrive. Tony and I walked out onto the school fields. I was not surprised to see Simon with Nathan Tranter ahead of us. I was between a rock and a hard place, the hard place nestling in my trouser area. Here I was with a boy I had buggered a few days ago, my brother with whom I shared experiences of masturbation and fellatio over the weekend and a third boy as yet unsullied by me for whom I had the hots. In my mind I named them birthday, Christmas and Easter. Here they were, all three, and I'd like to make them all come together. It was at that point that I learnt how pleasurable it was for a swollen glans to chafe against the inside of my trousers as I was walking along.
It takes a few minutes less than break time to stroll round the perimeter of the quite extensive school playing fields and so we got back to the school buildings a couple of minutes before the first bell. Tony and I had caught up with Simon and Nathan and I just happened to walk in with my arm round Simon's shoulders. Nothing odd about that. I'd been doing it ever since he could walk and he did it back. But no, Ransom, the school big mouth and homophobic bully was waiting there. He must have been watching us walk round the fields. "Here come the homoboys. Oh, I see one's missing. Must be lurking behind the bike sheds on a recruiting campaign." I was growing angrier as I listened to him. What the hell could I do about this without risking being suspended? Then it was the last straw. "Boyfriends walking along arm in arm. That's so gay." I looked around and a small crowd was gathering, but there was no sign of a member of staff on duty.
"That's not gay, Ransom," I shouted. "He happens to be my brother." Then I let go of Simon and took hold of an amazed Ransom by the lapels. No one ever dared touch the school bully. Then I guided him back against the wall, pressed my lips against his, forced his mouth open, put my tongue in and gave him a lengthy French kiss, pressing my crotch against his. I could feel something happening. I released him from the hold, pointed at his trousers and said "Now that's gay, Ransom, and who's the one that's got the stiffie?" The crowd burst out laughing and started pointing and jeering. A round of applause broke out and Ransom, red faced, pushed his way though the throng, shouting
"I'll get you for that, Croker, and that pansy little brother of yours had better watch out, too." There were boos as he disappeared. Just then the bell for the end of break rang and everyone went off to their classes.
"You'd better let me know, if he tries to bully you, Si."
After this things got back to normal; that meant tedious. I even said so to Tony. Tuesday we ate our lunch together without anyone else on the table. "Come on, Tony, think of something. This is soo boring."
"I dunno," he answered. Then I thought about Simon telling me about his 'relationship' with Nathan. I mentioned this, then said
"Tone, how would you describe our relationship? Friends? Boyfriends? Best friends?" He thought for a moment.
"Well, friends definitely. Boyfriends? I'd like to think so, but…"
"But what?"
"I can't really think of us as boyfriends if I'm regularly being serviced by my cousin."
"You've got a lovely turn of phrase." I giggled. "And I'm regularly servicing my brother, I s'pose." I giggled again.
"Then it's got to be best friends… buddies."
"If we're going to be best friends," I said "then we can tell each other our secrets and my secret is that I fancy that Nathan Tranter enough to make my nob throb and balls ache whenever I see him and I've already told my brother that I want him if they break up. Otherwise I shall have to manipulate a threesome. There he is now, having his lunch with my brother. He is ab-so-lute-ly gorgeous."
"It's a good job we're not boyfriends, Nick, or I'd have to fly into a hissy fit and dump you. Anyway, you know all my secrets already."
"How do you mean?"
"Let's just say I wouldn't want my sex life with Chas announced at morning assembly."
We got on with eating our lunch. I looked up and said "Tony, I've just thought of a good wheeze."
"What's that?"
"I'm going to freeball during the PE lesson and see what happens. I thought of doing it during rugby, but it's too easy to get grabbed."
"I'd have thought you'd enjoy that."
"Depends who does it and whether it hurts or not. No, it's something my brother said. He enjoys feeling his dick flopping about freely, he said. I told him he ought to be wearing a jock. Silly little arse said he thought he was only supposed to wear it for cricket."
"Is that a secret among buddies or can I tell people?"
"What? About my brother and a jock's not just for cricket, but for all sport or that I'm going to freeball in gym on Wednesday?"
"That you're going to freeball in gym on Wednesday."
"That can remain a secret. It will be interesting to see who notices and whether anybody tries anything on."
"Aaron Berstead will, I bet."
"I think you could be right there. I won't pack my jock with my kit so that I can't chicken out at the last moment."
At that moment Simon came across with Nathan. My heart started beating like mad and I was chubbing up. I could swear that Nathan had shoved a tennis ball down his Y-Fronts. "Nick, are you going straight home after school?" I nodded. "I'll be a bit late because I'm going home with Natt to work on our PHSE project."
"Oh, really. Cool." It was becoming a bit of an in-joke. Simon and I knew that you didn't do projects in PHSE. Like it was with our parents the previous evening it was code for a little 'quality time' together. When they had gone, Tony said
"We never get projects in PHSE."
"They don't either. It means they're going back to the Tranters' place for a snog and whatever else comes up. But he's not gay."
"What about Nathan Tranter?"
"Ooh, I do hope so."
"Gosh, you sound so camp, Nick."
"I like camp."
"I thought you liked butch?"
"I like butch as well."
"But they're mutually exclusive."
"Not really. Only at the same time."
On Wednesday morning I carefully packed my PE kit before going to school. I rolled my shorts and gym vest into my towel, against a low undercarriage my largest white cotton shorts that become translucent when they get wet and the smallest white vest I could get into. (Note to myself – put a leotard on my birthgay… tut! birthday list.) Socks in my trainers. Better spray the trainers first. They're a bit whiffy. What's this bit of paper doing in my trainer? 'Don't forget to bring your kit home tonight. I don't want to have to deal with it after it's been festering in your locker for a few days. Mum' Cheek! She's got the wrong kit. It's Simon who does that. I'll put the note in his trainers. Then I fitted all that into a small sports bag. When I got dressed that morning, I put on a pair of boxers, again so that I couldn't chicken out of the master plan.
Tony and I made our way to the gym changing room. "Still on for it, Nick?" he said.
"I've got no choice, mate." We found ourselves a place at the far end of the bench so that Tony could cover me and I wouldn't draw any attention to myself. I stripped off entirely, as I normally did. That was something Tony and I had begun to do. If someone wanted to admire our bodies and check us out, let them. It gave us the right to check them out and that way we might even discover another brother. I put my socks on, then my vest. It was tight, but it felt sexy, so much so that my normally flat nipples stuck out though the material. I just prayed that my dick would behave itself.
When we were ready, the first thing we would do in fine weather, and not so fine weather, was to run out of the pavilion, round the quadrangle, then get on with the circuit. We'd leave the gym under the beady eye of Mr Timmis who was ostensibly checking that we had the right kit on with tops tucked in, but after what Aaron had said we knew that was not all he was checking, but the odd thing was that neither Tony nor I minded. In a queer sort of way it was some comfort that there were other people like us, including an adult, and one that we liked and admired at that. Simon had been right. It was nice to feel your dick flopping up and down and your balls jiggling freely as you jogged along. So far so good. My dick couldn't have been floppier and showed no intention of hardening up. As we ran back into the gym, there was Mr Timmis counting us in. I could see by his face that his gaze was directed at our crotches, but that was nothing new, and when he saw me, his eyes lingered. I gave him a smile, but he wasn't looking at my face. I had to admit that he was fiercely good looking. That wasn't a sex thing; that was appreciation of a well put together young man, something for me to aim for in a few years' time. Great, one objective fulfilled. I'd got his attention.
We got on with the circuit. At this stage of the term we were expected as a class to complete the jog and the circuit within ten minutes. Then the lesson proper began. What were we going to do today? I couldn't have made this up. Yes, you're way ahead of me. Handstands. Handstands against the wall, free standing handstands and cartwheels, and who was Mr Timmis's demonstrator? Aaron Berstead as usual? No, me. Second objective achieved. Okay, I got through the ones against the wall and each time we performed one I could feel my dick and balls flip-flopping over. It was great, then similarly with the freestanding demos, except that I threatened to topple and Mr Timmis had to steady me. He did it exactly as Aaron said he would, in view of the whole class avidly looking on, and his hand landed inside the top of my thigh and my cock and balls flopped over onto his hand, my bare flesh against his. He held the 'rescue' for what seemed ages. I felt that I should have reacted, put my feet back on the ground. The few seconds it could have lasted seemed like interminable ecstasy to me until he gently lowered me to the ground. Objective three accomplished. He asked me if everything was all right, I answered in the affirmative and nothing else was spoken on the matter between Mr Timmis and me. Well, for the time being. Suffice it to say I got very good grades and an excellent PE report at the end of term, but that's by the by.
However, that was not the end of the matter for either of us. After he helped me up, I disappeared back into the crowd of my classmates, but I was chubbing up. When I was standing behind everyone, I deftly pointed my expanding dick north and held it in place with the elastic waistband of my shorts. No one was taking any notice of me, apart from Tony and Aaron, for the cabaret was in full swing. Through Mr Timmis's translucent stirrup pants the gradual erection of his own dick could clearly be seen. Like me he had arranged for it to head north. Suddenly he had the whole class doing twenty press-ups.
What had happened in the second part of the gym lesson started off another hormone storm. I was feeling so horny. When Tony was bending over untying his trainer laces, I could have taken him there and then. I'd even forgotten to have a wank that morning, I was so preoccupied in getting ready the PE lesson. Boy, was I in need of one or something similar now. "I'm holding back, Tony. I need a cold shower. Urgently. I was the last to leave the changing room and as such regained Mr Timmis's undivided attention as I passed into the showers. Even then my thick truncheon was halfway to attention, but it did at least have the decency to flop around. Then I could hardly believe my ears, but didn't dare look round or question it. I heard his voice say
"Don't worry, lad. It happens to all of us." I just wanted to get under the shower. Yes, the water was cooling rapidly and to my relief the cold water effect set in.
The cold water effect can take boys in different ways. The most common is that everything shrivels and balls and dick disappear up inside the body, leaving an empty foreskin and scrotum. With some the balls are too big too disappear and just the prick shrivels. I'm the opposite. My balls get very tight and hug my underbody, but rather than shrivel, my dick consolidates, emphasises the 'truncheon look' and sticks out at anything from forty-five to ninety degrees from my body. It is not exactly limp, but nowhere near an erection, and so I had reached that blessed state in which I returned to the changing room. Now I did wish I had worn a slip instead of boxer shorts.
While we were getting changed Mr Timmis would usually set the gym out ready for his next lesson, sometimes even practise some of the moves himself. Now that really did impress us boys. Today we found him doing the cartwheels he had been trying to teach us, but he had shed his stirrup pants and was wearing a very skimpy pair of gym shorts. Naturally, being the last out of the shower, I was last to leave the changing room. I couldn't help but stop and admire what Mr Timmis was doing, but it also gave me the opportunity of looking up his shorts. No worries because that was after all what I'd wanted everyone to do with me. I must have got busted because as he saw me standing there, Mr Timmis stood up and came across to speak to me. I turned deep red, expecting a bollocking. "Well done today, Croker. The perfect demonstrator."
"Thank you, sir."
"Just a word of advice, lad. Don't forget your athletic supporter next week, okay?"
"No, sir." I hesitated. "What I'd really like is a leotard like yours." He gave me a look.
"In boys' P Ed they are called singlets or competition tops. Leotards are for girls and dance. If you're serious, let me know. I can get them through my professional association and they'll be a lot cheaper than from the high street sports shops, or even the internet, and the quality is guaranteed. Well done, Croker," and he patted my bottom as he sent me on my way. Cor, I thought, I bet Aaron Berstead would be jealous if he knew what had just happened, but there was no reason why he should.
Our lunch table was particularly crowded that Wednesday. Tony and I were joined by Christian Tranter and Aaron, predictable, but also Jason Clutterbuck and Richard Little (known to us as Little Dick in the manner of Robin Hood's Little John, and quite undeserved by the way), who never had lunch with us, and finally Simon couldn't wait until we got home and he just had to bring Nathan Tranter with him. When we got home, I told him off. "Simon, you know what an effect your friend has on me. He was very lucky today. I saved him from being interfered with."
"Oh? He didn't say anything to me. How did you manage that?"
"I controlled myself."
"Ho ho ho," he mocked. "The old ones are the best ones," he said while holding and rubbing his tight little stomach.
Back to the lunch table. "You know you were flashing, Nick, don't you?" said Jason. I put on an expression of surprise.
"When?"
"In the gym lesson today."
"C'mon, Jase. You're bullshitting me."
"No, he's right," said Little Dick in support of his classmate. "That thing of yours was flopping all over the place."
"And your balls," added Jason. "You should have seen Timmis's face." I could see out of the corner of my eye that Simon and Tony were enjoying this, as they were the only ones in on the wheeze.
"Mind you, it was a very nice thing," said Jason in mitigation.
"Fancy a bit, do you?" Jason could neither admit it nor deny it. "Could be arranged," I said.
"Eugh! You slut," said Christian Tranter.
"I don't know why you're saying that," said Tony. "You'd give anyone a lick of your lollipop for 10p, hypocrite." Aaron was blushing.
"Piss off, Maltby! No one asked you," retorted Tranter senior.
I went home with Simon that evening. On the bus I said quietly in his ear "I need some urgent help with my PHSE project before Mum and Dad get home."
"What sort of help?"
"Anything. After all that's happened today I just need to come off, I'm so horny, but it would be nicer to do it with someone else who's cute." We arrived at our stop and got off. "Oh, shit!" I exclaimed.
"What's up?" said Simon.
"I left my PE kit in my locker."
"Mum won't be best pleased about that."
We were sitting round the table at home having tea when my mother asked if I given any more thought to what I wanted to do for my birthday. "Do you know what I'd really like to do?"
"No, darling. That's why I asked the question." Dad harrumphed.
"Ronan's on tour over half term and he's got a gig in the town hall on the 27 th and I wondered if I could go with a friend and perhaps you'd like to take a friend too, Si?"
"I didn't know Ronan was coming to town. He is so super se… He's such a super singer. Can I bring Nathan?"
"Gig?" said Mum.
"Concert, performance, recital," said Dad.
"Slow down, Si. We haven't even got the tickets yet," I said "and it's bound to be a sell out."
"Okay," said Mum. "Approved in principle. Let's see if we can get the tickets first and then plan from there. What day is the 27 th ?"
"A Saturday."
"Good. Then why don't you invite your friends to spend the night…"
"Sleep over, Mum," said Simon.
"I beg your pardon?"
"Teens don't spend the night. We have sleep overs. You really must keep up with the modern terms or our friends will think you're an old fuddy-duddy and we don't want that now, do we?" Meanwhile I was rolling my eyes and looking at the ceiling. My birthday treat was in great danger of becoming a non-event.
"And we'll finish the celebrations with the whole family and your friends over lunch at that pub you liked so much?"
"Which one's that, Dad?"
"You know. The one where Simon was winking at the waiter whenever he came to our table." Simon's face turned puce.
"He didn't think you could see him, Dad," I said on his behalf. "But yes, that's the one."
"And did you have any particular present in mind, Nick?" enquired Mum.
"Well, the only thing I've thought of up to now is a proper gymnast's competition top like the one Mr Timmis wears. They're really fashionable at the moment." I could see that Simon was going to add something, but got his brain in gear in time the stop his mouth from opening. Planning this had brought us to the stage where we had all finished our tea.
"Okay, boys, I think I know everything I need to know for the moment. If you two would like to help clear away and load the dishwasher, I'll get on the computer and see if I can book some tickets for the concert."
"Gig, Mum," said Simon.
"And Nick, you won't forget to let me have your dirty PE kit, will you?"
After we'd finished our chores and still amazed at the way Mum had inveigled us into clearing the table without any protest, she came out of the office and said "You're in luck, Nick. I've just booked four tickets."
"Aren't you and Dad coming?"
"No," she said. "We decided to sacrifice that treat. We get enough Ronan on the television and listening to your music, but we will provide the taxi service. So the next thing is for you two to find out whether Tony and Nathan are free to accept. Then I'll contact their parents to confirm the arrangements."
"We'll go and text them now." When we got upstairs, I said "Si, did I tell Mum it was Tony that I was going to invite?"
"Don't think so, although it was me that told her I wanted to bring Nathan."
"Nicholas! Gym kit! Now!" A peremptory cry from downstairs.
"Oh, dear. I'd better go and face the music." And then I mustn't forget to text Tony.
The rest of the week proceeded normally. When I finally got to my PE kit on Thursday morning, I understood the point Mum was trying to make. Also, I had to dry myself off with a damp towel after games because Mum was not going to give me two towels to leave at school.
When I got home, Simon was already there, getting on with his homework on the kitchen table. "Would you like a cup of tea?" I asked.
"You making?" I nodded. "I'm drinking." Once the tea was brewed, I sat down at the table with him. "Nicky, do we really look that much alike?"
"Well, very similar. I'm taller, but you'll catch up. We've both got blond hair and blue eyes and a similar build."
"And our dicks are the same," he giggled.
"Oh no they're not. I've still got two centimetres on you."
"One. We'll get the ruler out when we go to bed."
"Soft or hard?"
"Both. Why do you ask?"
"Well, it's just that in PE today, Mr Timmis used me as his demonstrator and since he's never done that before, I was wondering if he was muddling us two up."
"Maybe. Were you wearing your athletic supporter?"
"My what?" he said.
"Your jockstrap. Mr Timmis calls jocks athletic supporters." I giggled, then Simon giggled.
"Yes, after what you told me."
"Good boy. After my experience yesterday you don't want anything flapping around in the wind, especially in Mr Timmis's lessons."
"Is it true what they say about him?"
"What do they say about him?"
"That he's gay. That he bats for the same team as us." Simon giggled again.
"But you're not gay, Simon."
"Well, I might be a little bit. I've been thinking about it, especially since Nathan became my best friend and we've done a bit of gay stuff together and enjoyed it and we've been talking about going a bit further when we're ready."
"Further than what?"
"We've done wanking and snogging and sucking."
"You make it sound like a tickbox list. You don't have to tick every box just because it's there."
"And we thought we might like to stick our dicks in each other's butt. Just to see what it's like. Nathan's brother did it with Aaron Berstead last weekend and he said it was great."
"That's quite a big leap, Simon."
"Yes, but you've done it."
"I know, but there's eighteen months between us…"
"One school year, bro. It's really just like one year. And I remember you saying that if we're thinking of doing it, to talk to you first, and so I'm talking to you 'cos we're thinking of doing it over half term."
I was quite astounded to hear this, but after what Chas, Tony and I had done together, I couldn't find any objections. I didn't want Simon to see my amazement. I liked the cool, hunky image of 'my big brother' he had of me and I didn't want to undermine that. I got up, walked round the table and gave Simon a big hug and a peck on the cheek. "My baby brother's growing up fast. Simon, I can't tell you how much I love you."
"And me you," he replied looking up at me with that look.
"We'll talk about it tonight when I've gathered my thoughts together, but what were you saying about Mr Timmis?"
"I just wondered whether he'd got us muddled up and was using me as a demonstrator thinking it was you."
"What? You think he fancies me… us?" Simon nodded.
"One of us… or both. It does happen, you know, more in boarding schools, but in day schools as well. We learnt that in PHSE too." I sat down again and poured myself another cup of tea.
"Yes, I think we did as well."
"Nick, you love Tony and Nathan, don't you?"
"I love Tony a bit, but it's mainly lust with both of them."
"What is lust exactly?"
"It's when you fancy someone, want sex with them, but don't really fall in love them."
"Like you and Aaron Berstead or Mr Timmis?"
"Aaron once, yes, but not any more. You see, lust goes away when you've had your wicked way. Love carries on. But what made you say Mr Timmis?"
"Nick, you talk in your sleep."
That was a real conversation stopper. I finished drinking my mug of tea and then went upstairs to change and put my rugby and manky PE kit out for the wash. I could smell it without undoing my sports bag and so I took it downstairs to the scullery and to regain some brownie points I put it into the washing machine, checking there were no man-made fibres among it. "Simon, did you remember to bring your PE kit home?"
"Of course. I don't know why Mum put that note in my gym shoes. You're the one that needed it." I ignored that remark and called out
"Give it to me and I'll put it in the wash for you." Simon fetched it and before his eyes I put it to my nose and gave it a long sniff. "Ah, nectar." He just looked on with amazement. "Oh, heavens, I've popped a boner." When I returned to the kitchen, he said
"I suppose you've got a word for that?"
I nodded. "Fetish, or fet. It's when you associate an inanimate object with sex and it turns you on."
"Like my kit did with you?" he replied pointing at my trousers. "Do you need any help with that?" I looked at the clock on the wall.
"Half an hour before Mum and Dad get home. C'mon. My room or yours?"
"Yours. Your bed's bigger."
Looking back I can hardly believe what happened. Okay, we'd done stuff before, but it was always me that led, but we'd hardly got into my room when Simon slipped my tie off, undid my shirt and took it off and pulled me over and onto the bed. Before I knew it, he had pulled my zip down, had his hand inside and was yanking my dick out of my slip. After jerking me off, he pulled his sweats down and got me to do the same for him. I would have preferred to suck him, but we were up against time. By the time our parents came through the front door Simon was back sat at the kitchen table doing his homework and I was washing up the tea things.
I wanted to get my homework started before we had tea, but I couldn't help thinking about the past few weeks of term. My sex life then consisted of jerk off sessions by myself, twice, maybe three times a day. Then came that Saturday with Aaron and sex took on a new dimension. At the same time I taught Simon how to wank and we started having sex with each other and with other boys. The more we have the more we want. Now it seems we cannot get enough, either of us. What if Mum and Dad find out?
Friday at school. Another week and then it's half term. Wednesday before Mr Timmis handed me a package. "Would you give this to your mother, please, Croker. If they're not the right size, we can change them, but not until after half term."
Tuesday of half term, that was the day the evil deed took place. Over half term Mum and Dad still had to go to work, particularly as a number of their staff would book leave in order to look after their own children. Otherwise they would have had to close the business which they couldn't afford to do. Consequently Simon and I were left at home on trust and the system worked. We made sure it worked, especially as we were under sixteen.
I woke at about eight. Mum and Dad had already gone to work. I was savouring the aroma emanating from my armpits which were at that point when yesterday's deo is just losing its effectiveness and the natural aroma of rotten armpit is taking over. At the same time I was thinking back to that PE lesson when Mr Timmis accidentally touched me up. The very thought of it made me hard and I started to fiddle with my dick and balls with a view to having a wank. There was a knock at the door. In bounded Simon, his prick bouncing out of his pyjama bottoms as usual. (It never happens to me because I prefer to wear shorts in bed during the winter and nothing at all in the summertime.) Without asking, he got into bed beside me. His hand went straight to my groin. "Ooh, naughty boy, who's got a hard-on? Have I stopped you having a wank?"
"Yes. What do you want?" My voice may have been stern, but I had already put my arm round him and drawn him in. We lay there a little while in silence.
"Nicky, you know I said I wanted to learn how to fuck a butt properly and that you would teach me?"
"I think I said 'talk to me first'."
"Well, I think it's going to happen this week, me and Nathan." I lay still for a moment and thought. I'm being painted into a corner here. If I don't help him, things could go horribly wrong and I thought of Tony and Chas.
"What do you want to know?"
"I want you to take my back cherry."
"I assume we are talking about you and Nathan?"
"That's right."
"And who's going to be the top and who's going to be the bottom?"
"We're going to take turns and see if we like it, but you said every top ought to bottom at least once to begin with just to see what the mechanics of doing it feel like," said Simon.
"Something like that." He was lying next to me with his stiff dick pressed against my thigh and my own stiffie was throbbing close to the pain threshold, hardly the situation for an intellectually based decision. "Okay." Under pressure from the approaching hormone storm I capitulated. "But take a dump first…"
"Already done."
"A shower, and I'll show you how to clean your butt properly, and, pissbreath, you clean your teeth.
"I love you too, bro," said Simon and despite the broad hint I gave him he had to kiss me.
We showered together. Taking the rose off, I showed him how to get the water to body temperature and then insert the nozzle so that he was clean inside. The detritus flowing down the plughole convinced him of the necessity of this procedure. "Okay, Simon, breakfast first. I'm starving. Then we'll see how it goes. Put your jock on and back into your pyjamas."
"Why do I need my jockstrap, Nick?"
"That's another thing it doesn't tell you on the packet. When you're under instruction, you don't want that dong of yours getting in the way and destroying your concentration. Might be different during fun time, though.
The lesson went well. Simon's only complaint was during the warm up when he moaned that I needed a shave. In fact I did need another shave, but down there. I'll do my face at the same time and I'll do it all in time for my birthday. His sphincter was surprising easy to penetrate, especially considering he hadn't had it eased with a butt plug in the way I had. I had considered using a banana, but I didn't want the risk of its disappearing inside and a hospital job. (One of the more interesting PHSE lessons.) The other thing I discovered was that he was a bloody good shag, better than Tony, if I'm honest. "And that's just one of four basic positions, Simon," I said, "probably the easiest."
Finally the 27 October came round. I had two main presents, a medium size floppy package from Mum and Dad which I undid first and found a new pair of Levi 501s. My old ones were getting to the stage where they were more holes than jeans. Mum said if I gave her my old ones, she'd make them into cut-offs for the summer. Wrapped inside the jeans was another packet in cellophane and not only could I see that it was a white comp top, but it had the school logo embroidered on it. Simon had one too. We had a family tradition whereby the unbirthday boy received a small present when it was the other brother's birthday. From Simon I received a Ronan Parke tee shirt in time for tonight's concert. I also had cards and money from relations. I must buy a butt plug with that, I thought, but that really did remain a fantasy. If Mum and Dad found that, there really would be big trouble. After lunch Tony and Nathan turned up. They wished me many happy returns and Tony slipped me a packet which was obviously a CD or a DVD, but he told me not to unwrap it until I was by myself. Nathan also gave me a CD called N Fourbois's Works, a Collection of Gay Stories for Gayboys , with the advice of downloading the one I wanted to read at the time and trashing it when I had finished. When I looked at it, I was amazed to see nearly fifty stories ranging from full blown novels to short stories and vignettes. When I finally got round to unwrapping Tony's present I found it was a DVD of Alan Bennett's History Boys and a packet of fruit flavoured Durex.
We settled in during the afternoon, got the sleeping bags and blow-up mattresses sorted out in our bedrooms and played football in the garden. Mum called us in to birthday tea and I had to blow out the fifteen candles on the cake. After that it was time to get ready. With four of us lads it took time to get showered. I put on my new 501s and my Ronan Parke tee shirt, but before I did I decided to wear my aussieBum slip. If you've worn one, you will know the design secret. It has a pouch at the front (typically Australian and marsupial) and if you tuck your equipment into it, the pouch projects it and increases the bulge in your trousers. Sometimes they can be a bit uncomfortable, but that's the sacrifice you have to make if you're out to impress the boys. In my loose-ish new jeans, it made a sexy outline and I always considered a bulge in loose trousers hotter than one in tight trousers. Simon looked really great in his red moleskin trousers that fitted exactly and in all the right places, showing off his pert little butt and a tight package at the front. I paused to think that earlier in the week I had ravished those cheeks. That was probably my best birthday present of all. Natt was dressed in a similar way, Ronan tee shirt and slightly darker trousers, but showing a package and a butt I'd love to explore. I wondered what it would be like to feel my dick inside his hole. Then there was Tony, emo dressed this evening along with earring (right ear), bracelets, rainbow wristband and straight black hair. He was the skinniest of us all and his black attire hugged his body, but then have you ever seen a fat emo boy? Now I did know what it was like to stick my prick in there and if I had perchance forgotten, I would probably rediscover what it was like later that night.
At seven o'clock we moved off with me riding shotgun in the family's Chelsea tractor. Dad impressed upon us to keep hold of our tickets even when we were inside. We had plenty of time. The show wouldn't begin with Ronan. He had a supporting group and we all decided that they were a gayboys band, but the female part of the audience seemed to love them too. Ronan came on and did a couple of numbers before the interval. He was just singing the second one and when he'd finished the song, he said there was a boy in the audience celebrating his fifteenth birthday today. "A boy called Nick with his brother Simon and their friends Tony and Nathan and if you come to my dressing room during the interval, I'd like to wish you happy birthday. Just show your tickets to security and explain who you are." I could hardly believe my ears. Everyone gave a great cheer and Ronan led a chorus of Happy Birthday . We made our way to the exit and told the nearest security guy who we were. He asked to see our tickets and, after checking them, he led us backstage to Ronan's dressing room.
I had to go first as I was the birthday boy and introduce the others. Ronan was extraordinarily charming. We talked about his music and he asked about us and our schools. Finally he said he had to get ready for the main part of the concert and just as we were leaving he asked me to stay behind. After the door closed, he asked whether we were boyfriends. I must have blushed, for although I answered best friends, he gave me one of his amazing smiles and kissed me on the lips, then tongues. Then he said "You can feel my balls if you like," as he put his hand up between my legs. "Mmm, there's a lot of fun there." I felt him. He was half hard and his balls filled my hand. "Fun time over. I'll have to redo my make-up now." With that he gave me a birthday goodie bag with CDs and souvenirs. I thanked him as he opened the door. He blew me a kiss. I caught it and blew it back, just as had happened on the coach interview vid.
The others were waiting for me in the corridor with the security man. We went back into the auditorium. The second half began late and I was the only one in the audience who knew why. When we got back into the auditorium, Tony asked me how I got that red smudge on my lips. "I'm sworn to eternal secrecy," I replied "or my balls will drop off and we don't want that now, do we? Either of us."
The second half was great, ending with the song Defined . "I dedicate this song to Birthday Boy Nick, the message more in the title than the lyrics," and he smiled and his eyes smiled.
Dad picked us up after I'd rung home. "How did it go?" he asked.
"Cool," I replied, then explained what had happened. "I wonder how he could have known."
"Let's just say I play golf with the theatre manager," said Dad "and leave it at that."
The four of us sat around chatting at home over Horlicks with Mum and Dad, which made us rather late going to bed, but it didn't matter as the clocks went back that weekend to give us an extra hour in bed. When we finally went up, I made sure I had locked our door and Tony climbed into bed with me naked. After sufficient foreplay to give my parents time to go to bed and fall asleep, I gave him a good seeing-to in the missionary position.
Mum and Dad hadn't advertised the fact for obvious reasons, but they had let me know they would be going to the early service in the expectation that we boys would be sleeping in after a late night. I got up and went to the loo. I listened at Simon's door. Not a sound. When I got back to my room Tony was awake. I looked out of the window. No car in the drive. "Morning, Tony. How did you sleep?"
"Fine. I was knackered anyway after the concert. Sex just finished me off."
"Feel like some more?"
"What are you suggesting?"
"You sit on my dick. It'll make you do some work for a change and I can just lie back and enjoy it." And that's what we did, except that I wasn't as passive as I said I'd be and to finish off I sucked his cock in one of those fruit flavoured jonnies – lime since your interested. Just as we were tidying up afterwards, we heard the sweep of the car as it pulled up in the drive. "We'll have to dump these somewhere," I said referring to three used condoms.
"Give them to me, Nick. I'll sort them," and he put the plastic bag holding them into a zip up pocket in his anorak. I tidied any other 'accessories' into my safe. Must make sure Simon does the same.
We got showered and dressed. I was dying to know how Simon had got on with Nathan, but resigned myself to the fact that I would probably have to wait until our guests had gone home this afternoon. He and Nathan were already up and about when we went down to the kitchen. They were both bright eyed and bushy tailed, but that just indicated they'd had a good time. It didn't answer the question how. When Mum had finished preparing it, we sat round the kitchen table and got on and tucked into a cooked breakfast, reasonably early as we were going out to lunch. We had already alerted Tony and Nathan to the restaurant's dress code (not ours!) and so I wasn't over worried that Tony again had the emo gear on he wore last night. After all I was in sweats and a granddad shirt and would get changed before we went out. We spent a leisurely morning, kicking a ball around in the garden, playing computer games. I didn't want to talk to Simon about last night with the others there. There was no point. He wouldn't give anything away until we were alone. Also, there was one big distraction – Nathan. He was making me feel horny. I still hadn't seen him naked, not even half naked as he hadn't taken his top off while we were playing football. I felt a great wave of lust come over me, just thinking of his butt and package, though we certainly wouldn't be playing Spin the Bottle with parents around.
At a quarter past twelve we were called in and told to get ready for lunch, especially as we were all hot and sweaty. In fairness to Tony he shed the emo image completely and ended up in a pair of cords, red checked short sleeve shirt and a sleeveless pullover, and without losing any of his hotness… or his earring, bracelets and wristband. I wondered at the time whether Mum and Dad had noticed and chosen to ignore the wristband. Now I know that's exactly what they did. I must give them their due. When they came to ask whether the wristband was significant and I said yes, they left the matter there and never brought it up again, though it remained engraved upon the tablets of my mind: 'Do they know about me?' and after Simon's second encounter with Ben, the waiter, 'Do they know about Simon?' I drew some comfort from the fact that Simon and I were in the same boat.
The six of us went into the lounge bar of the pub and Dad ordered drinks for us all. While we were waiting for them Simon got up and walked off, towards the toilets, we naturally thought. They coincidentally lay in the same direction as the restaurant. As I found out later, he went and stood by the 'Please wait here to be seated' sign. When the receptionist came along, he explained to her that his family had a booking for six people and that they would like to be served by Ben. No difficulty there. That request had oddly been made at the time of booking, he was told. Could he have a word with Ben. 'No problem.' Ben was called across. As soon as they saw one another, Simon winked. Ben winked back. Simon can be so suave, almost sophisticated, when he wants to be. He explained to Ben that we liked our last visit so much that we had come back to celebrate his brother Nick's fifteenth birthday. Then he whispered "I don't want you to be shocked, but we're all gay – not my parents of course." Ben reacted discreetly, saying he was pleased they enjoyed their last visit and that he looked forward to serving them again. "See you in a minute, Ben," and he winked, then returned to us in the lounge just as if he had come from the toilets to the point where Mum remarked
"Simon, you really should have gone before we left home."
"I didn't need to go then," he replied, not sulkily, but with one of his sweet winning smiles. The adolescent sulky gene seemed miraculously to have passed us Croker boys by.
We were summoned to our table by the large window, the same situation we had before with a view of the hills, but this time it was a round table. Ben was extremely attentive in seating us, particularly Simon whom he placed in a position where it was impossible for him to approach our table without their facing one another. He had even sussed the pairings correctly and made sure that we each sat next to our best friend. When we had finished our starters, Nathan asked to be excused as he had to go to the toilet. Immediately I said I wanted to go as well. It reminded me of two girls going off to the loo together, but no one made the remark. We stood at the urinal and just started to relieve the pressure when I looked across. Of course Nathan was checking me out. I wouldn't have expected otherwise. His dick, though, had taken my attention for another reason. "Wow, Simon didn't say you were cut, Natt."
"What?"
"That you were cut… circumcised… a Roundhead…"
"I'm not. I just pull it back to pee. Look," and he stopped the flow and rolled his foreskin forward and made it completely cover his acorn. Then he let it go and it moved back to its natural position covering three-quarters of his glans. I finished my pee.
"Do you want to shake off for me?"
"Do you mean that, Nick?"
"Sure." His arm came across and his hand took hold of my cock and shook off for me. I felt myself beginning to chub up. "That'll do," and I quickly tucked it away before I had to deal with a full blown – is that the right word? – stiffie.
"Wow, your cock's nearly as big as Simon's."
"No, bigger. I've got a centimetre and a half on him, but then he's still growing." Nathan started peeing again and on finishing he asked
"Would you like to shake mine off?" I thought he was never going to ask. A late birthday present. I reached across, did as he asked, then slipped my hand inside his trousers and fondled his balls. A big intake of breath and his eyes lit up. I gave his dick a couple of tugs. I know what I wanted to do and it would have been easy to take him, but when we heard the outer door of the gents' open, we zipped up quickly and went and washed out hands.
"Perhaps another time?" I said as we were between the two doors on our way out.
"You bet."
"You two were a time," said my mother.
"Yeah, Natt fell down the drainhole and we had to call the emergency services to haul him out," I said with a straight face.
"I didn't hear the sirens," said Simon. Everybody gave him a pitying look and I made a remark about Simple Simon.
We all enjoyed the various main courses we had ordered and it was time to order our desserts. Again we ordered different things. Simon selected ice cream, nothing unusual about that, but when after placing it on the table in front of him, Ben the waiter said "Simon, would you like topping?" he burst into a fit of uncontrollable giggles. Mum glared at him, Dad looked out of the panoramic window and I calmly said
"I think he'd like butterscotch…" just as he was calming down "… and some squirty cream," which set him off again. I don't think Mother saw the double-entendre; she was just cross about the giggling.
After the meal we went for one of our family walks which gave us teens a chance to run around and rag about a bit. After that we made our way home and once there Mum made us all a cup of tea while we were waiting for the Maltbys and the Tranters to pick our guests up. When they arrived, they were offered some tea as well and we sat around talking, particularly about the Ronan concert. I could see that Mrs Tranter was quite a fan. I sat there quietly wondering how Mr and Mrs Tranter could produce such an unattractive git as Christian and then second time around perfect the process by producing that cute little beauty Nathan. Change of milkman, I suppose. While the others were talking, my mind wandered off into realms of fantasy. How about a wife-swapping party one weekend? I could explore the pleasures of Nathan while Simon could get his length to his heart's content with Tony. My thoughts went on to Tony. I wondered how long our relationship could last. Yes, I enjoyed shagging him very much, but I was beginning to experience frustration because of wanting to feel what it was like having him inside me and the occasional visit to see his cousin Chas was never going to be satisfactory. I loved sex, but over the last few weeks I found that the more I had the more I wanted. Logic dictated that either I would have to achieve the impossible and seduce him to top me or we split, but Nathan apart (and, I was beginning to admit to myself, Mr Timmis) there was no one else I fancied. No! That's outrageous – my little brother… although… no… I did take his back cherry.
"Nick. Nicholas. NICHOLAS!"
"What?"
"You were miles away," said my mother. "Mr and Mrs Maltby are about to leave. Would you like to go up and fetch Tony's things?"
"Sorry, I must have been daydreaming."
Tony and I went up to my room. He checked he had his sleeping bag and that everything else was packed into his backpack. He unzipped a side pocket. "Yeah, I've got all the débris, and Simon's as well." Débris referred to used condoms, tissues and an empty K-Y tube. "No, now I'm out it's dead easy to dispose of this stuff at home. In fact, Mum and Dad prefer to know I'm using it rather than having unprotected sex. Thank you for a great weekend, Nick. I enjoyed every part of it."
"So did I." I pulled him in and we had a smoochy French kiss. I leaned against him and we ground crotches. I was already feeling wet in the underpant department. As we pulled away, I put my hand between his legs, felt his half hard dick and fondled his balls. "One of these days I want to feel that cock of yours in my butt." He grinned at me.
"Maybe."
"It'll make a real man of you." Tony grinned.
"As I said, maybe. If I decide to shag a butt, you'll have first refusal. Promise. I could never do it with Chas." We hugged again. I was still half hard. I kissed him on the neck. I didn't dare give him a Frenchie. That would have taken me over the top. We went down and we all accompanied the Maltbys to their car. Then it was time for the Tranters to go. Simon disappeared upstairs with Nathan to fetch his belongings. Judging by the time they took, it must have been a passionate farewell. As we waved the Tranters off, I whispered in Simon's ear
"I'm in urgent need of some PHSE, bro."
We went up to change, me into granddad vest and sweats. My underpants were still a bit sticky from excess precum, but I liked the feeling and so I didn't change them. Simon came into my room, went out, knocked the door and then came in again, wearing shorts and a tee shirt. Of the three boys I'd been surrounded by this weekend he was easily the most beautiful. Naturally Ronan and Ben were not in the competition. That would only have complicated matters. "Nick, I need some more jonnies."
"Then, my baby brother, you will have to do what I did. Get the freebies at the hospital clinic. Old enough to shag, then old enough to sort your own protection out."
"Will you come with me?"
"Just this once, then you're on your own," I said. "Don't forget to put your hoodie in your school bag."
I took my PHSE folder out of my schoolbag and Simon and I, sitting at my desk, read through the leaflets I had been given at the clinic. Fine, it was like shutting the stable door after the horse had bolted, but it was interesting all the same to see where we had got certain things right and certain things wrong. A lot of it was slanted towards AIDS and other STDs which while we kept to the same partners didn't really concern us and among ourselves we had already decided to use protection until we committed, though Simon and I, after talking about it, came to the decision that since we were family and always used rubbers with anyone not family, we would do it raw.
I suddenly felt extraordinarily tired. "Simon, I'm going to have a lie down until tea time," and I went and lay on my bed. Simon came and snuggled up against me.
"Nick, will you do me a favour?"
"What?" I was already drifting off.
"Will you put your hand up my shorts and give me a good feel? I need one." I remember doing his bidding; I remember my package getting tight, watching the bulge in my sweatpants expand, telling him that what I was doing was called gold-digging and then I drifted off into a most curious dream.
When I went to bed, I would most nights utter the wish to myself that I wanted to dream of boys, sexy boys, attractive boys, but it never worked. No such desire expressed this afternoon, but I found myself by a hotel next to a busy trunk road with underpasses and cycle paths and pavements for pedestrians. The area was landscaped and the boundaries between the public highway and the private hotel blurred. There was an outdoor swimming pool and I walked towards it, attracted by the sound of people enjoying themselves. Looking over the pool I could see it was full of boys of all ages and the strange thing was that they all wore tops, vests, tee shirts and the like, but none of them wore any bottoms. Most I didn't recognise. However, some I did. The majority of them were from school. I stood there fascinated, checking them out. Among those I knew were Simon, the Tranter boys, Tony and Chas, Aaron Berstead, but also Ben the waiter. They were all in and out of the water, enjoying themselves, oblivious of the fact that they were naked from the waist down. Then as they moved around the pool area Mr Timmis came and joined in, quite naturally, and checking him out I was impressed, but, as if it could, it suddenly got better for there, climbing out of the water at the edge nearest me, was Ronan and he was impressive. He spotted me, called and beckoned me over. Just as I started to move in his direction, I felt a hand on my shoulder holding me back. "Nick, Simon, come on boys, wake up." It was Dad. "Come along, boys. Your mother has been calling you for the last five minutes. Tea's ready." Simon shifted himself away from me and we looked at each other blurry eyed. "Go and wash your faces. No longer than five minutes, mind you. You know how keen your mother is on punctuality."
When we finally made it to the table, Mum greeted us with "Early bed for you two boys tonight, I think. The weekend will have taken a great deal out of you. You need to build your strength up again."
On the way to school the next day Simon and I felt refreshed and were glad that we were made to go to bed early. It was the first chance we had to talk privately about the weekend. I was amazed at what he and Nathan had got up to, but then it's always easier for younger siblings. The older one has already laid the pathway.
At school Tony was waiting for me. He too was full of beans and more than ready to talk about the weekend. "What's that on your neck, Tony?" I asked. "You haven't gone and got a tattoo, have you?"
"It's a love bite."
"A what?"
"A love bite."
"What's that?"
"Something you get from snogging. My boyfriend gave to me."
"How so?"
"When you kissed me on the neck to say goodbye. You must have sucked rather hard on my neck and burst some blood vessels. It's like a bruise, but made by the suction of a kiss, usually a long and passionate kiss."
"Oh." When we reached our tutor room he received a loud cheer… or was that meant for both of us?
It was an odd day at school, an anticlimax after the weekend, I suppose. Tony and I walked round the fields at morning break hardly saying a word. When Simon and Nathan caught up and overtook us, none of us had much to say. While the younger two were walking in front, I couldn't keep my eyes off either of them as I watched their buttocks bob up and down under the flap of their school blazers. How I wanted to deposit my ejaculate deep inside them. Okay, I'd had Simon, but I wanted to have him again… and again and again, and I wanted to watch the excess trickling out of his rosebud, ready for my tongue to clean up. Then I concentrated on Nathan, an unknown quantity. He'd lost his cherry and so was not so innocent. My brother had taken it, all power to his elbow. Then there was my problem with Tony. I sorely needed a cock up my arse, but not Chas's. He was an automaton. A dildo would have had the same effect, or a broom handle, apart from the splinters. I was getting so desperate that I'd even started dropping the soap on purpose when I was alone in the shower. I had given so much cock over the last month. I now needed to get some myself. I needed someone to dominate me, to set the pace, surprise me even. Why must I do it all the time? I must work on Tony or our relationship will fall apart. I'll lose him and I can't see anyone to replace him. Oh, how difficult it is being fifteen.
I spent the next two lessons sitting next to Tony on trouser watch. He knew it and he did the same to mine. He must have felt horny for he provided me with three distinct erections to watch and he didn't put his hands in his pockets once. It was certainly more interesting than Charles Dickens's Hard Times which we were studying. I was having much more fun with Tony Maltby's hard times.
At lunchtime we queued up for our meals. "Tony, let's go and sit over there by ourselves."
"You make it sound urgent, Nick."
"In a way it is. I want to talk to you." We sat down. "Look, I'm in urgent need of some sex, proper sex." Tony gave me a look.
"You're not on the turn, are you? You don't mean sex with girls?" There was concern in the tone of his voice.
"No, no, it's nothing as bad as that."
"Do you want to come home with me after school?"
"I can't tonight. I've got to take my brother to the hospital."
"Nothing serious I trust," said Tony.
"No, not at all. He wants me to take him to the STD clinic to get free condoms. No, it's our relationship. I've enjoyed what we done together, but it's time to move on."
"Hey, Nick, you're not dumping me?"
"No. Hear me out. I love what we do together, but it's all one way. I need your prick inside me and I need it badly. It's no use relying on Chas to fill the void." We both burst out giggling. "Okay, bad choice of words. It's you I need. You've got this fantastically beautiful cock, but you're wasting it. I've jerked it, I've sucked it, but that's not enough. I want to feel it penetrating my sphincter, pumping me, I want to feel your balls swinging against my butt cheeks, I want to feel you hitting my P-spot."
"OMG," gasped Tony. "I never realised."
"But then we've never spoken about it. It all just seemed to happen. Like everything in life our relationship has to evolve, change in order to survive, or it will die and I don't want that to happen. We had a fantastic weekend. My parents like you. I think they've guessed you're gay though they've said nothing. They probably realise that I'm gay, and Simon, although he's probably still got to come to terms with it. He calls it a phase. My parents have never mentioned our sexuality to either of us, but the business with Ben the waiter must have told them something, especially when my father not only allowed us to go back to that restaurant, but asked to seated at one of Ben's tables."
"Look, Nick, you've got me thinking now. I don't know what to say to you, except would you like to come back and hang out tomorrow after school? My parents won't be there, but since I came out to them I don't think it would matter if they were."
I felt more at peace with myself after our chat and I had made up my mind to go back to Tony's place the following day.
My next bout of introspection was after school as Simon and I made our way to the clinic. We were both the wearing our hoodies to disguise our school uniform. "Simon, how's your love life?"
"What after the weekend? Wicked. We both did it."
"What? Shagged?" Simon nodded and grinned. "Both ways?" He nodded and grinned again as if speaking would be tantamount to a confession. Lucky bugger, I thought. "And which did you like more?"
"I liked them both, topping just a teensy weensy bit more. How about yours, Nick?"
"I've been thinking about it a lot since the lads went home yesterday. I've got three boys in my sex life, four if you count Mr Timmis, but that's sheer fantasy and can be discounted right away."
"Is Ronan one of them?"
"No, another reality check needed there. One's Tony, as you can guess. He's probably my best friend and fuck buddy, but we're trying to get over a little problem."
"What's that?"
"He's never shagged anybody, and that includes me, and we're thinking about that at the moment."
"And the other two?"
"I thought you might have gathered this," I said. "Your Nathan." Simon seemed nonplussed at this. He wanted to shout 'You can't have him!' in a jokey manner, but stopped himself in time because he feared I might take it seriously and it would become a challenge. "I know it's pure lust, but I just fancy him to pieces."
"I'll lend him out."
"I knew you would. You're that kind of kid and I can't say I would refuse. I told you what happened at the restaurant, didn't I?"
"That you shook each other off in the gents' and that you gave his balls a really good feel? No, you didn't. Natt did. Why don't you like Christian Tranter?"
"C'mon, Si. Have you ever taken a good look at him?"
"Not a good look because I've never been in the showers with him."
"He's overweight for start. I like 'em thin and sinewy."
"So Tony and Natt are thin and sinewy?"
"I think that's a fair description, but you asked about Christian. His dick's got an inch of spare foreskin which looks repulsive. I wouldn't want my tongue anywhere near it, and his balls are tucked up under that blubber and you have to send out a search party because he doesn't cut his pubes."
"Otherwise he's all right?" said Simon facetiously.
"No. He hasn't got a particularly exciting character and the company he keeps is dubious."
"Anyway, who's the last one?"
"Haven't you guessed? This is the one I'm really in love with and adore. He's sexy, extraordinarily good looking, fun and my bestest pal." Simon looked blank. "It's Simon Croker."
"What me? But I'm your brother. It breaks all the rules."
"Rules are there to be broken," and in the middle of the pavement I pulled him in to me and gave him cuddle. "And I suppose that didn't?"
"You know, Nick, I love you too, but don't they call that incest?"
"Probably, but because we can't make babies, it doesn't matter so much." Meanwhile we'd arrived at the clinic and we pulled our hoods over our heads.
The process in the clinic was very similar to what happened to me, judging by what Simon said. As it was confidential and I was not his partner, I had to stay in the waiting room. As we were practically in town, we went and had a coffee before going to Mum and Dad's office for a lift home. We talked about the consultation and the leaflets Simon had been given. "They were a bit concerned about my age at first, but when I told them I was already in a relationship they seemed more ready to help. I'll give you some of these condoms. I owe you, bro."
"S'okay, Si. I've still got plenty and I can easily get some more. It's funny. It's like sex itself. Once you've done it the first time it's much easier to do it the second time."
"They say that about murder," answered Simon.
"Did you make sure you got the extra strength ones?"
"Yeah, they explained all that to me. It's automatic if they know you're in a gay relationship. I've got these thin polyisoprene ones. They're called Avanti."
"Hey, Si, you've got all the jargon."
"Okay, it's automatic if they know you're doing boys!"
"It's all right, Si. Don't get wound up. I don't mind you being gay, but I don't want you to become a pretentious poof."
"Can I settle for poof?"
"Okay, compromise," I said. "Let's talk about something else. So how did you enjoy the Ronan concert?"
"That's not changing the subject," grinned Simon.
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