Westpoint Tales
by Kiwi
Lindsay & Tony Bloody Southon - Pt 6
All the way home, Lindsay was in a daze and he couldn't get that image out of his head - the sight of Tony Southon feeling up Dave Monopoly. It was obviously not the first time he'd ever done it. How much were they doing? Was Southon gay? Surely not, he'd had girlfriends.
But . . .they never lasted long, and he was feeling up Dave Monopoly, in public even. Was he trying to show him something? Was he watching to see how he'd react? Did he know that Lindsay was gay?
"Fuck you, Tony Bloody Southon." ('Maybe he could. Maybe he would . . . No, shut up Reilly. In your dreams.')
But he did it. That was hot!
Maybe that explained why Southon had had a major bust-up with Connie's brother? From being thick as thieves, Southon and Angelo Crestani were not even talking any more. Angel was so not gay; did Southon try to do something like that to him? Was he gay?
Damn! So many questions and no answers to any of them. To hell with Tony Bloody Southon. He had to forget about him.
'And, it's a nice day for a bike ride. The Gorge Road is spectacular on a nice day. And, screw you, Tony Bloody Southon.'
Life used to be so simple. Why couldn't they be friends anyway? No. He hated Tony Bloody Southon. He was not going to - even if he was gay. Was he? Why did he do that anyway?
Connie, when she came home, had no answers for him either. Why did he care anyway? She didn't know why Angel and Southon weren't friends any more, and she wasn't going to ask either. She didn't care why, she was just glad that they weren't.
Anyhow, Connie had a much better story for him. While they were staying at their Aunt's house, Angel was bonking his cousin. They were going at it like rabbits on heat, and it was gross. Their cousin was really old too, she was like at least thirty or something. Disgusting.
He was just fifteen and she was old. He'd be in so much trouble if their parents found out. And they were cousins.
Everyone seemed to be having sex these days, everyone except Lindsay. Dammit. Even Alvin was, probably. He was pretty sure that Alvin and Janie were doing it. Dirty little buggers. Lindsay needed to find someone to do it with.
Then, someone found him. On the Saturday before school went back, he had a surprise visitor. Late in the morning he was lying on his bed, reading and waiting for lunchtime, when there was a knock on the open door. He looked up and Leigh Stevens was standing there. Wow.
They were friends and hung around together at school, but Leigh had never been to his house before, he lived about 30 kilometers out of town, on a farm down the Coast Road.
"Hey Lindsay, your mum said I'd find you in here."
"Leigh. Hey. What are you doing here?"
"It's a nice day; we thought we'd bike into town and see you. You don't mind do you?"
"Mind? No, of course not. Great to see you. Come in and sit down. You must need a rest after biking all that way."
"Great. I do need a rest, not sitting though. My butt's really stiff and sore after all that biking." Nevertheless, he came in and sat on the edge of the bed.
"Your butt's sore? Need a massage do you?" Lindsay grinned. He wasn't serious, but Leigh gave him the strangest look. "Anyway, you can lie down and rest your weary butt-cheeks. Make yourself at home."
"Yeah, thanks." He dropped back and lay across the end of the bed. "It's not so far in a car, but it's a bloody long way on a push-bike."
"Go on, it's not that far. I've been biking further than that everyday."
"You have? I didn't know that you had a bike."
"I do now. My uncle gave me a road-racer and it's really ace. I've been biking for miles everyday."
"That's cool. Why don't you bike out to our place then?"
"Maybe I will. Yeah, I'll do that for sure."
"Cool, you do that, Lindsay." Leigh rolled over onto his stomach, turned his head and grinned at him. "Well, here it is. Are you going to give me this butt-massage then?"
"Seriously? You really want me to do it?"
"Why not? It can only feel good, can't it? I'll give you one if you bike out to our place."
"I . . .umm. . . oh, okay. Why not?"
He slid down the bed and knelt next to his friend's back. He reached out and placed both hands on Leigh's firm, young, bubble-butt. Lindsay had actually admired this before, from a distance, but he never thought that he'd get to feel it.
He started massaging, kneading and rubbing Leigh's butt. The muscles really were tight. Or maybe they were always this firm? No, they couldn't be. His fingers moved all the way up to his neck and shoulders and then worked their way back down again, kneading and massaging all the way. He didn't really know what he was doing, but Leigh seemed to be enjoying it. His freckled face was buried on his crossed arms and he was making small contented groans as Lindsay worked on his muscles.
When he reached the butt again, Leigh's legs spread wide, so he carried on down one leg and back up the other.
Leigh was not the only one enjoying this, Lindsay was loving it - too much. They weren't having sex, but it was the next best thing to it, kneading, massaging and feeling all over the boy's body. He'd never really looked at Leigh as a potential sex partner, he was just a friend, a school friend. But. They were the same age. He was young, slim and fit, and pretty good to look at too - apart from his mass of freckles and his carroty-red hair.
He was always called "Gingernuts" at school, but was he? Lindsay quite liked the kid and he knew that he liked him too. He always followed him around at school, like a love-struck puppy or something. Anyway, he was here now, lying on his bed and looking good.
Dammit! Lindsay sprung a boner as he began to think of the possibilities. but Leigh didn't see it as he lay face-down with Lindsay leaning over him. Then he did. When he took one hand away to adjust himself - well they were tight pants and it was uncomfortable, hurting almost; Leigh turned his head to see what he was doing and saw the boner in the tight jeans. He said nothing, just smiled, and Lindsay knew that he'd seen it.
('Talk Reilly, dammit. Change the subject.') "That, umm. That feels okay does it?"
"Oh yes. That feels great - just what I needed."
"So, you said that "we" biked into town. Who's we?"
"Harry, my brother. He biked in with me. Do you know him? He's in Alvin's class."
"Haryy Stevens. Yes I've seen him around. Where is he now?"
"He's gone around to see his boyfriend, Paul Harris. He lives in King Street.."
"Paul Harris? Don't you mean his friend who is a boy?"
"No, Lindsay. I mean his boyfriend."
"Oh. Really?"
"Yes, really."
(Damn. Were all the kids younger than him doing it now?)
Back up the top of the right leg, he got a bit more daring and he slid fingers right up inside to where the legs met at he bottom of the bubble-butt. Leigh grunted and twitched - well it was a very sensitive area. Was he hard too? Were there two boners here?
There were. Leigh rolled over on to his back and showed him. 'Whoah.' He knew he shouldn't be staring but he couldn't help it. That was some serious meat that the kid was packing. A huge man-sized dick on the skinny little kid. He felt like his eyes were sticking out on stalks. Again.
Leigh said nothing, just lay on his back with his arms above his head. He arched his back, showing off his erection even more. Lindsay glanced up at his face, their eyes met, and they both grinned.
"I. Umm, I see you've got stiff muscles on this side too."
"Yeah. I have - really, really stiff."
"You, ahh, do you want me to help you with that?"
"You think you can get the stiffness out of it? Go for it. But shut the door first."
"Good thinking."
He got up to close the door, adjusting himself again as he went, but he never got there.
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