I'm tired of this, so I'm going home

by Ivor Slipper

Chapter 1

Warming Up

"I'm tired of this, so I'm going home."

Do you ever have those occasions when you think something and then suddenly find you've actually said what you were thinking? If you do you'll know what happened here; if you don't perhaps you'll experience it one day, but hopefully not as it can be so, so, embarrassing.

This was one of those occasions for me. Mind you, I'd done it before and I guessed I'd do I again. 'Think before you speak' my mom used to tell me when I was younger. It was good advice and I tried to follow it because it could keep you out of trouble. Not so much with her as she gave me a lot of leeway, but it was wise advice to follow with my dad who could have a bit of a temper. Don't get me wrong, it wasn't as if he ever hit me for anything I said, but losing your allowance hit you in the pocket which seemed almost as bad. And being grounded was even worse, especially if it meant I also lost my cell and my computer. That felt like being back in the dark ages and totally sucked when it happened. I couldn't visit any of my friends, they couldn't visit me and we couldn't even talk to one another! Shit, I had little option but to read a book or catch up on some homework!

Sometimes I thought those of my friends who did get spanked were luckier than me because once that had happened they could just get back to normal. They suffered for a few minutes, but I could suffer for days. I never did though pluck up the nerve to ask him to spank me instead and now I'm fifteen I guess it's too old to start. I sure wouldn't fancy having to take down my jeans and boxers in front of him. Trying to hide my junk would be so embarrassing – even more embarrassing than this.

For the last couple of months I've had a boyfriend – Chris is his name. He goes to the same school as me and I met him on the bus. We'd just moved here and I knew nobody so I was real scared about starting at a new school. You see I've known I was gay for about three or four years and I don't try to hide it. I'm an emo and proud. I've got the long black hair hanging down my face; I always wear black t-shirts and I've got more bands on my wrists than you can count. Net result was that I got bullied a lot at school and in the end my folks decided to move. We actually moved to a new town as my father managed to arrange a transfer to a different branch of the bank he worked for. They hoped that starting somewhere new would be good for me and that I'd soon be able to make some new friends. I thought that was optimistic of them as I had only a couple of friends where we were living. It seemed that only emos wanted to be friends with other emos and there were very few of us there.

It turned out they were right as I've not had to face any real bullying since I've been here. You can get dirty looks from some of the jocks – if they deign to even notice you that is. On odd occasions you can get barged in the corridors, but with so many kids rushing to get to their next class the corridors are crowded so it's almost impossible to tell if the hit was intended or accidental.

But on my first day I was worried about how things would go. There were a couple of other kids waiting where I got on the bus but they ignored me. Luckily where I got on was near the start of the pick ups so I could easily find a pair of empty seats. At the next stop this boy got on and my heart sort of lurched when I saw him. I won't say he was a mirror image of me, but he was pretty close – and he was pretty! Not 'pretty' pretty, but good in an emo way. He looked to be a couple of inches taller than me and he also had a better body, mine was verging on the skinny. He smiled when he saw me and walked down the aisle towards my seat.

"Hi, I'm Chris. Can I sit here? Your must be new? What's your name?"

I couldn't help bit laugh. "Yes, Yes and Paul."

He looked perplexed for a moment and then he cottoned on.

"Sorry, about that, Paul. I was just so surprised to see a fellow emo who apparently lives near me and goes to my school. It's a great start to the semester!"

It really was amazing and we started talking like we'd known each other for years. What was even better was that it turned out we were going to be in the same homeroom and we shared a lot of the same classes.

To say we hit it off would be a bit of an understatement. When I got home from school that first day I couldn't wait to tell my mom about the new friend I'd made. The next morning on the bus I found out that Chris had told his mom all about me and she'd told him to invite me over for dinner so he and his father could meet me. That sounded great to me but we had to arrange for our moms to talk to each other first before we could finalise the plans. But on the Friday of that first week I got off the bus at Chris' stop and walked with him to his house. I was introduced to his mom and his cat – a very friendly tabby male named 'Henry'. We went up to his room and had a good time playing games and listening to music before it was time for dinner.

When I got home afterwards I immediately sent him a text to say 'thanks' and to suggest we meet somewhere over the weekend. He agreed and we spent Saturday afternoon together in the park.

On the following Monday we started to hold hands on the bus and when I got home from school that afternoon I asked my mom if he could come for a sleepover on Friday. I hadn't had a friend for a sleepover since I was about eight years old. I was all excited at the prospect when mom agreed and Chris was over the moon when I asked him the next morning. It turned out he'd never had a sleepover, which he said with a grin, made him a virgin. I told him I was too, but didn't specify in what area!

It was pointed out by mom that my bed was a double and she thus asked if Chris should be given the guest room. I told her I'd make the offer, but having him sleep in another room rather defeated the objective of a sleepover. I did though have a sleeping bag and an inflatable mattress from when we'd gone on a family camping holiday a couple of years before, so I could sleep on those which seemed to satisfy her. I was of course hoping that Chris would agree to share my bed, although I fully expected that we'd be up most of the night watching movies.

Chris boarded the bus on Friday morning with two backpacks – his usual school one on his back and carrying another which I presumed had a change of clothes and perhaps his pjs. We were both really excited about the evening and couldn't wait for school to end. Once we got home I introduced him to my mom, who provided us with a snack to keep us going until dad got home from work and we'd have our evening meal. After the snack we went up to my room and settled down to some serious game playing. Chris passed no comment about sleeping arrangements when he saw my bed, which I took to be a good sign.

We had dinner after dad got home from work and Chris seemed to make a good impression on both him and my mother. I knew they were glad I'd found a friend so quickly and probably felt that it justified their decision to move. I sure was a lot happier than I'd been for well over a year.

Back in my room we gamed some more before deciding to watch a movie. My TV was large screen and mounted on the wall beyond the foot of my bed. It thus made sense for both of us to lie on the bed to watch. Finally, well after midnight, I started to feel tired so I got off the bed and went to pick up my sleeping bag.

"What you doing?" Chris asked.

"I'm feeling sleepy so I was getting the bag ready."

"I don't want that. I'm happy here."

"It's not for you, it's for me."

"Don't you want to sleep with me?"

I turned and looked at him. Even in the dim light I could see the look of disappointment on his face.

"I do, but I didn't know if you'd want to sleep with me."

He got off the bed and walked round to where I stood.

"Ever since I first saw you on the bus I've wanted to sleep with you. I've also wanted to do this."

He wrapped his arms round me and pulled me close. His lips met mine and we kissed. I'd kissed a couple of boys before, but this time I felt a spark as our lips touched. It was only seconds before our mouths opened and our tongues began to explore, but it was minutes before their exploration concluded. While we'd been kissing I'd wrapped my arms round him and I'd felt myself growing hard as we kissed. Now I could feel his hardness pressing against me. We started to kiss again, but this time his hands were lower and I felt my t-shirt being raised before his hands touched my back and his fingers began to roam. I copied him and there was no doubt we were both enjoying the sensations we could feel.

"Why are we still standing here?" I asked.

"Dunno." he replied as his hands now moved to lift my t-shirt over my head. I had to stop stroking him to enable him to remove my t-shirt, but as soon as it was off and I'd shaken my head to rearrange my hair, my hands were busy lifting his. We both stopped to kiss again and I think both wondered how to go from here. I let my hands run down his back to the waistband of his jeans and inch their way inside. I felt him copying everything I was doing. I pushed him slightly away while still continuing our kissing, but by doing so I was able to bring my hands to the front and undo both his belt and the top button of his jeans. Again he was copying everything I did. I found his zip and placed my finger and thumb on it. "Do it," he whispered and I pulled it down. His jeans were tight fitting so didn't drop and neither did mine when he pulled my zip down a few seconds later.

Reluctantly we pulled apart and sat on the bed to remove our jeans. I love my skinnies but they aren't great for this sort of situation and it was a good minute before we were both standing up again, now in just our boxer briefs – mine black, his red. I knew mine was well tented and I could see his was too.

"How do you sleep?" I asked.

"Naked," he answered. "Is there any other way?"

I laughed. "Not in my opinion. Shall we do this together?"

He nodded and we both moved to get our fingers in the waistbands of the other's briefs. Simultaneously we pulled them down to reveal two uncut dicks, both of between five and six inches in length, both fully erect and with the heads showing beyond the foreskin and both glistening with pre-cum.

We embraced again and kissed again. We moved towards the bed and as we did so I bent down to pick up my briefs.

"Good thinking!" Chris said and bent down to pick up his.

"I can see you were a boy scout." I said as we got ourselves comfortable.

All I'll say about what happened then is that we didn't get much sleep and it was a good job that Chris was prepared!

Chris said before he left on Saturday that he intended to invite me for a sleepover the next weekend, but he wanted me to stay for both the Friday and Saturday nights. I thought it was a great idea and was really happy when he told me on Monday that his mom had agreed. My folks had no objections so that Friday it was me who boarded the bus to school with two backpacks.

The evening went the same as when he'd stayed with me in terms of how we spent the early part of it This time though we both got undressed a lot earlier and watched movies under the covers. It was fun and so was what we did afterwards. We were just mutually pleasuring each other, but it was so much better than jerking yourself off, as was going to sleep cuddled up with someone.

On the Saturday his parents took us to an amusement park and we had a great time there. When we got back home in the evening Chris surprised me by suggesting that when it got dark we should go up to the woods that were behind his house. I wondered what he had in mind, but he said that sometimes, on a moonlit night, if you were very quiet you could see deer. I'd never seen a deer so I agreed.

He took a torch and led the way into the woods. Eventually we came to a clearing which Chris said was where he'd seen them before. All we had to do was sit quietly and wait. Sitting quietly meant no talking and he'd told me before we left home that I couldn't even bring my cell to use with my ear buds as the deer would still hear the music. So we just sat there and sat there. After a while I began to feel cold. I put up with feeling cold for a time, but with nothing to do and being unable to move, the cold started to seep inside me and I began to shiver. And that was when it happened.....

"I'm tired of this, so I'm going home." I whispered.

Immediately those words slipped out I regretted them, but it was too late and I couldn't take them back. I was fully expecting to see or hear either disappointment or disapproval from Chris - after all this had been what he'd wanted to do. Instead I could just make out a little smile beginning to form.

"So am I. Stupid idea of mine. Let's go home."

"Okay," I said

"Are you cold?" he asked, noticing me shiver. I'd only brought a lightweight hoodie with me for the weekend and it wasn't doing much over my t-shirt to keep out the cold of a fall late evening.

I nodded as my teeth started to chatter.

We were sitting next to each other on the grass and now Chris moved to put his arm round my shoulder and pull me into a hug.

"When we get home will a blow job warm you up?"

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