Juggling the Pieces

by Pink Panther

Chapter 34

May 2012

After staying at the track until the other guys have finished their races, it's nearly half past four by the time I get to Scott's place .

"How did it go?" he enquires, welcoming me inside.

"Very well, thanks! Patrick won; I was second. I ran 8:37, which is a decent time, more than twenty seconds faster than last year. Patrick ran 8:28, which is amazing. We ran together for six laps, but when he picked up the pace with 600m to go, I was still running okay, but I just couldn't go with him."

"So how are you feeling?"

"Okay, thanks! Obviously, I'm a bit tired. It was a tough race."

"Hmmm! Last year, you were in bits! Even so, it sounds like a massage might be in order."

"Yeah, that'd be great!"

"How did the other guys get on?"

I give him a quick run-down.

"A good day then! That' s excellent! "

We make our way to the bedroom. A wonderful, relaxing massage is followed by more than an hour of gentle but passionate love-making. Finally, after a shower, I dress in my street clothes and we head out for the evening.

It's Tuesday morning and I'm on my way to school for my first exam, maths paper one. Although I'm not worried at all, the butterflies in my tummy are working overtime. After two years working harder than I ever have, it all comes down to this.

The exam begins at half past nine and will finish at twelve. As usually happens on these occasions, once I've made a start, the nerves disappear. There are no surprises; nothing I haven't seen before. I work my way steadily through it, taking care not to make stupid mistakes.

By quarter to twelve, I've finished. I spend the final fifteen minutes checking my work. There are no mistakes that I can find. That's good; after all, I do need an A-grade.

With the exam completed, I head straight to Scott's place. I've arranged to have lunch there. Over the past few days, we've kept things fairly low-key in order to fit in with my running. Not today though! Later this afternoon, Scott will drive to Milton Keynes where he'll stay overnight before doing his assessments tomorrow and Thursday. Before he goes, we're going to give it some! As I stride through the city centre, I'm as horny as fuck!

By the time we've finished eating, it's quarter past one. We've got just over two hours before Scott needs to leave. That's more than enough.

Making our way to the bedroom, we begin to undress each other, Scott sensuously divesting me of my school uniform. His touch is exquisite, making me tingle all over. Finally, he removes my school trousers, leaving me dressed only in my black and gold tangas.

"Mmmmm! " he purrs, running his fingers over my throbbing, cotton-covered penis. "Who's a horny boy, then?"

"I'm always horny for you!" I respond.

"Hmmmm! " he whispers, running his hands over my bum. "I know exactly what you need!"

Moments later, we're naked on the bed, making intense, passionate love. Over the next twenty minutes, we kiss, we caress, we suck; so totally in tune with each other, the sensations are indescribable. I cannot imagine anyone making me feel like Scott does, and he says the same about me.

"Oh, Scott! " I breathe. "I love you so much!"

"I love you too, babe!" he assures me. "You're the one for me!"

Without waiting to be asked, I get onto all-fours, my knees well forward, my bum pushed right back. Within a couple of seconds, he's licking me out.

"Oooooohh! " I moan. "That is so good! Ohhhh!"

"Oh, you love this, don't you babe?" he growls, momentarily pulling away before plunging his tongue right back in again.

"Nnnnngggg! " I gurgle, scarcely knowing which day it is.

After a couple of minutes, Scott's tongue is replaced by a well-lubed finger. It grazes my prostate.

"Oh, fuck!" I moan, a bolt of electricity surging through my penis.

The digit slowly slides back, to be joined by a second one. After giving me a brief finger-fucking, he allows them to slip gently out. I don't wait to be asked. Placing a pillow below my hips, I cover it with the towel we left on the bedside cabinet, before lying face down on top, my legs spread apart.

Almost immediately, the head of Scott's penis begins to probe my starfish. Instinctively, I relax, allowing him to slide into me.

"Oh, yeah!" I groan. "Oh, so good! Come on, Scott! You know what I want!"

"Oh yes, babe! You love having my cock inside you! D'you want it hard?"

"Oh yeah! Fuck me hard! As hard as you can!"

"You've got it, sexy boy!" he growls, quickly getting to work. " I'll give you hard!"

He does not disappoint, pounding into me, fucking me into near-oblivion, going for it like it's the last chance he'll ever get.

"Ohhhh! " I whimper. "Oh, yeah. Go on! Shoot all your spunk into me!"

"Oh, babe! You sexy boy! You love having me fuck your arse!"

Of course I love it! I love every damn thing about it: Scott's heart thumping against my back, his musky breath filling my nostrils, and best of all, his beautiful cock stimulating my prostate. As always, although he's fucking me very hard, he's not in the least bit rough.

He's holding my shoulders, his grip firm but gentle. How does he do that? It's like he's totally in charge without even trying; authoritative but never abusive. It's the best feeling possible.

"Oh, yeah!" I urge. "Do it!"

Starting right down by my toes, my orgasm hits me like a tsunami.

"Oh, fuck!" I gasp, my balls churning into action. " I'm going to cum!"

My cock jerks violently. With my rosebud clamping tight around Scott's dick, my teen spunk spurts powerfully onto the towel.

"Oh, babe!" he rasps. "You are so horny! Now take what I've got for you!"

Over the next few seconds, his hot man-cream shoots over and over, deep inside my bum. Oh, yes! That was everything I hoped for, and then some!

After a refreshing shower, I return to the bedroom where Scott's lying on the bed, waiting for me. It's only twenty past two, leaving us plenty of time for some post-fuck making out. I snuggle up next to him.

"Are you ready for your assessments?" I ask.

"As ready as I'm going to be."

"I know it's only a couple of days, but I'll miss you."

"I'll miss you too, babe," he counters, nuzzling my ear. "At least you've got Jake. I'm sure he'll be happy to keep you company if you need someone."

"Are you sure you won't mind? " I query.

"We 've been through this once," he says reprovingly. " Jake 's a friend, he's legal, and we can trust him not to tell anyone. If the two of you want to have a little fun while I'm away, that' s fine. "

"Okay! "

He draws me closer. "You need to take the opportunities while you can," he says, looking me right in the eye. "Once we're living together, we'll need to be much more careful. Chances like this might not arise."

"Fair enough!" I acknowledge. "Talking of friends, do you remember Jon from the cross-country team?"

"Is that the slim dark-haired lad, the one you said had a big cock?

"Yeah, that's right."

"Wasn 't he the one you saw fucking Jake in the showers?"

"Yeah ! "

"What about him?"

"He's got a boyfriend now. Aidy's in Year Twelve, the same as Jon. Last summer, his family moved here from London because his dad got a job as a professor at the university, so he's been at our school since September. During the winter, he played rugby, because that's what he's always done, but this term he's been running with us, yeah?"

"Nice looking?"

"I think so. A bit taller than me, but he's got a beautiful body, especially his thighs. Jon and Aidy are both out to their parents, so on Saturday, they're coming with us to Birmingham Pride. I was wondering if next week we could invite them here for a meal one evening?"

"Hmmm! " Scott responds. " I'm due to go down to London on Wednesday to sort out a rental flat, and I may not be back till late on Thursday. Tuesday should work though."

"So is it okay if I ask them?"

"Sure! D 'you think they'll be up for us getting to know each other a bit better?"

"Jon definitely will. I'll get him to ask Aidy, just to make sure he's okay with it."

"Sounds good to me!" Scott says, his eyes sparkling.

My next exam is history paper 1, which is not until Thursday morning, so I spend Wednesday morning reading through my notes. After a snack lunch, I head into school to take part in our Wednesday afternoon track session.

We gather in the sports pavilion. We're considerably depleted. Having finished fourth in the senior boys' 800m at the county schools' championships, Tim has opted out because he won't have any more races. All four of the Year Eleven boys have an exam. Brian does too, and so we only have one timekeeper, which means that Aidy and Leo will have to train with us. It won't hurt for once.

Although the weather's better than it was, the school track is still very soggy, and so we'll be travelling to Monkswood again.

"Is Patrick meeting us there?" Jon asks.

"Yeah, he only lives around the corner."

"That's what I thought."

Mr Saunders appears.

"This afternoon, you have the pleasure of my company," he says brightly. "Mr Bentley is required for invigilation."

"Boring!" we chorus.

"Totally!" Mr Saunders agrees. "As you might imagine, I didn't volunteer to swap with him!"

With our training session completed, we head back to school. I have to say that it went surprisingly well. I was flying! Without a doubt, it's the best I've ever done, which is rather a shame, considering that I don't have any more races lined up.

We arrive back at school at twenty past three. Quite deliberately, I walk out of school with Jake.

"You did well today," I say, smiling. "That's the first time you've done six reps straight through, and you were still running okay at the end. Just keep working on it. You will get better!"

"How will it help when we come to the cross-country races?" he asks.

"It will enable you to start that bit faster. When I was in Year Eleven, I was just like you. I always started near the back and worked my way through. When I got into Year Twelve, I was able to start somewhere around the middle of the field and work my way up into the top ten in most of my races. I never got anywhere near the front though. That didn't happen until this season."

"Oh, right!" he acknowledges. We reach the school gate. "Are you off to see Scott now?"

"No, he's away for a couple of days. He's doing the formal assessments for his Open University course."

"What's he studying?"

"Economics. "

"Oh, right!" He gives me a mischievous grin. "So would you like to come around to mine for a bit?"

"Yeah, as long as that's okay with you."

"That' s always okay with me!"

After crossing Birmingham Road, we take the side street leading to Alexandra Square. A few minutes later, Jake lets us into their maisonette and up the stairs.

"Would you like a drink?" he asks, heading for the kitchen.

"A glass of coke would be good. But don't worry if you haven't got any; water will be fine."

Opening the fridge, he produces a large bottle of coke and pours us each a glass. They don't last long.

"Come on!" he says, the mischievous grin reappearing.

I follow him to his bedroom. Recently, he's allowed his hair to grow out, the soft waves and curls covering the tops of his ears and reaching the collar of his school blazer. It suits him beautifully.

After removing our shoes and socks, we set about undressing each other. Within a minute, we're down to our underwear. In his little white briefs, I can't help seeing him as a smaller, younger version of me. He's so like I was!

Sitting on the side of the bed, I ease the waistband away from his stomach and ease them down his legs. His uncut cock's not as big as mine was, around four and half inches and on the slim side of average, with just a neat little crop of pubes growing above. I don't mind. It 's looks perfect on him.

Licking my lips, I take it into my mouth. It's amazingly hard, and throbbing with his heartbeat. Working my way down, I suck it right down to the root, my nose nuzzling his pubic hair. Slipping my hand between his legs, I gently stroke his perineum, slowly working my way back until I'm tickling his boy-hole. He runs his fingers through my hair to show his appreciation.

After a couple of minutes, we swap over, and he returns the favour. He's seriously good at this, sucking me as well as anyone ever has. The sensations are exquisite. Sensing that I may cum sooner than I want to, I ease myself away. We snuggle up on the bed, our arms and legs entwined, our mouths meeting in a passionate kiss.

"Are you going to fuck me?" he asks.

"Is that what you want?"

"It's always what I want," he counters. "I love it! You know that."

"Okay then."

"Will you fill my bum? You usually do."


"Anthony never does. I don't know why."

"We 're all different, I guess. I've always cum more than Anthony does. That's just how it is. On the other hand, he could fuck you twice in quick succession if you wanted him to. I couldn't. Once I've cum, it 'll be at least an hour before I can produce any more, usually longer."

"Come on then!"

"There's no rush, is there? Let's just build up to it. D'you fancy a sixty-nine?"

"Sure! "

We move into position, each of us lying on our left side. As we suck each other, I run my hands over his bum and down his thighs. Oh, yes! I'm very smooth for eighteen, but Jake's in a totally different league, his skin like fine silk. I guess it's not long since mine was like that. Even so, it feels amazing!

All too soon, I start to get close again. Very carefully, I ease my cock out of Jake's mouth. Without waiting to be asked, he gets onto all-fours. I have to smile. Once again, he's mirrored what I do. Just twenty-four hours ago, I was in exactly the same position that he's in now. Kneeling behind, I start to lick him out.

"Ooooh! " he gurgles.

"You like this, don't you?"

"Oh yeah! Stick your tongue right in!"

Actually, it doesn't go in all that far. Considering he's being fucked several times a week, he's still beautifully tight. Getting hornier by the second, I pull away. Taking the tube of K-Y from my bag, I set about giving him a good finger-fucking, beginning with one digit before adding a second; corkscrewing them around to open him up.

"Ohhhhh! " he gasps. "That's so good! Come on, Ian! Fuck me!"

I know that Anthony usually does him as he is now, but I want more. Reaching back into my bag, I retrieve my towel. As I only had a quick rub-down after training, it's still dry.

Placing a pillow in front of his knees, I spread the towel on top. I take a deep breath. This is my time to be in charge, and I'm going to make the most of it.

"Okay! " I order. "Lie on your tummy, legs apart!"

He lowers himself onto the bed, manoeuvring the pillow so that it's directly under his boy-parts. Once more, he's in the same position that I was in yesterday. Kneeling between his legs, I lube myself up. Then I get down on top of him, guiding my cock onto his starfish. Taking another deep breath, I thrust it in.

"Ohhh! " he groans.

"Oh yes!" I whisper. "This is what you want, isn't it?"

Very steadily, I push my dick deeper into his tight, velvety tunnel until he's got the whole thing. I pause for a few moments, revelling in being right inside him. It's so warm and tight! There's no other feeling like it.

Finally, I set to work. I begin quite steadily, fucking him with long, even thrusts, but with Jake moaning and whimpering beneath me, there's no way I can keep that up for long. Instinctively, I increase my efforts until I'm pounding into him with all the energy I can muster.

"Ohhhh! " he gasps. " I'm going to cum!"

In the next instant, he shudders from head to toe, his rosebud going into spasm around my cock. He's taken me right over the edge. Plunging right in, I pump my hot teen spunk deep into his bum.

Oh, wow! That was unbelievable! There aren't many boys that I'd want to fuck, but Jake's an exception. He's perfect for it! After waiting a few seconds for my head to stop spinning, I carefully withdraw.

"That was amazing!" Jake says, rolling onto his side. "You weren't holding back, were you?"

"You could say that."

"Does Scott fuck you like that?"

"He does sometimes. I love it!"

"Me too! Well, I'd better go to the loo. You've filled my bum again!"

After dinner, I head up to my room. With the first part of my history exam taking place tomorrow morning, I won't be doing any actual work. Mainly, I plan to just chill out. But before I get to that, there are a couple of calls I need to make.

Scrolling through my contacts, I find Jon's number. I call him.

"Hi Jon! " I greet as he picks up. "Are you and Aidy doing anything next Tuesday evening?"

"Not as far as I know. Why?"

"Scott and I would like to invite you to come to his flat to have dinner with us."

"That sounds good! What sort of time?"

"Ideally, you'd arrive about five o'clock, so we can have dinner about six. It's okay; we can both cook."

"Isn 't that a bit early?" he queries.

"Well, I guess we could make it a bit later if you want because Scott's on holiday at the moment. But the thing is, after we've eaten, we'd like to spend some time, . . . you know, getting to know each other a bit better."

"Oh, right!" he responds, clearly getting my drift. "I sort of guessed you wouldn't invite us just to have dinner!"

"I pretty much knew you'd be okay with it," I say quietly. "But I wasn't sure about Aidy. I don't know him that well yet."

"Oh, he'll be fine!" He lowers his voice. " He's not as innocent as he looks."

That takes the wind right out of my sails! For a moment, I can't think what to say.

"There is one thing," I continue. "We usually start off just messing around which is like totally open. But when it comes to going all the way, I'm with Scott and he's with me. I hope that's not a problem."

"No, that's fine. I take it you've done this before then?"

"Yeah! Last summer, Robbie and Noah came over, and since last September, Anthony and Jake have been a couple of times."

"Nice! "

"You haven't actually met Scott, have you?"

"No. I remember him pretty well though. And after you told me he was your boyfriend, I looked him up online. He's very good looking, isn't he? "

"Yeah, well I think so! But I would say that, wouldn't I? "

"So, five o'clock next Tuesday then!"

"Yeah! We'll probably knock it on the head between nine and half past. Then Scott will drop you back home. He's going to London the day after. He needs to sort out a rental flat to live in until we can find somewhere permanent, so he won't want to be up too late."


I give him the address and describe where it is.

"Great!" he says. " We'll find it, no problem!"

"Is Aidy coming on Saturday?" I ask, referring to Birmingham Pride.

"Oh, definitely! Actually, they've got a people carrier, so Mum and I are going with them."

"Right! I guess we'll get to meet his parents then!"

"Yeah sure! They're really nice!"

"Okay, well I'd better let you go. Take care, yeah?"

I end the call, a little bemused that we got into areas I hadn't planned to go. I'm not sure what Jon meant about Aidy 'not being as innocent as he looks.' I guess we'll find out next Tuesday.

Now I've got another call to make. Going back into my contacts. I find Niall.

"Hi Ian! " he says brightly. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"I'm looking for some more races to run in. I could have run in the inter counties meeting, but I'll be going on holiday that day. I was wondering if you knew of anything."

"Funny you should ask that," he responds. "A week on Saturday, Dad's taking me and Shaun to an open graded meeting in Oxford. I'll be running the fifteen hundred. There isn't an eight hundred, so Shaun's going to run the four hundred to sharpen up."

"That sounds good!"

"Yeah. It's nothing like the meetings we've run in before. They don't bother with age-groups. You just turn up on the day, pay your entry fee and tell them your season's best time. Then they grade the races, so all the fastest guys go in the first race, and so on."

"Wow! That sounds like fun!"

"Yeah! With all the guys in the race being of a similar standard, Dad reckons that as long as the conditions are decent, it can be great for getting a fast time. Would you like me to email you the details?"

"Sure! Thanks! I'll see you at training tomorrow."

After finishing the call, I sit back in the chair. That was a major bonus! We're talking about the Saturday before we go back to school. That works for me!

It's midday on Thursday. We've just finished the first paper of our history exam. I'm pretty happy. It was exactly what I'd prepared for, so I was able to produce solid, detailed answers to the required number of questions, finishing just a few minutes before the exam was due to end. I don't want to count my chickens, but I don't think I could have done much better. As I leave the exam room, Rebecca's waiting for me.

"We're going into town," she says warmly. "Are you coming?"

"Why not?" I respond, smiling "I've got nothing better to do. Who's we?"

"Matthew, Jane, Dean and me."

"That figures!"

Under the cloudy sky, we troop into the city centre, landing at the same pub we went to when we broke up for Easter. As it's only twenty past twelve, the place is still very quiet. Going up to the bar, I automatically pull out my ID to show to the barman before ordering a glass of coke.

"Thanks!" he says, dispensing my drink. "I wish everyone would do that."

We park ourselves around a table, chatting inconsequentially about this and that. I soon realise that after a drink or two, the other guys will be going home. That's not my plan at all. I pick up the menu. As well as main meals, they've got a few basic options.

"Is it okay if I order myself something to eat?" I ask.

"Greedy boy!" Rebecca says, grinning. "Can't you wait till you get home?"

"I've got training after school," I explain. "I don't want to go home just to have lunch, only to have to come all the way back."

"Fair enough," Matthew says. "You guys take it very seriously. Because of the weather, I haven't done a tap since the end of last term. Once the exams are over, I'm going to start going to the pool and the gym. I need to get myself into shape before starting at uni."

"I'll be training at the club this evening," Dean says. "I really hope the rain holds off. We'll still be able to run, but we can't hurdle if it's raining; it's too dangerous."

I make my way to the bar. After ordering a ploughman's, I return to our table.

"Have you got any more races?" Dean asks. "I know you said you weren't able to run at the schools' inter-counties meeting."

"I'm hoping to run a week on Saturday at a graded meeting in Oxford. Niall told me about it. I'll be doing the fifteen hundred."

"Oh, right! I'll be running in the Midland League that day, playing with the big boys! I'll be doing the four hundred hurdles and a leg in the four-by-four-hundred relay. We're in Division Two, so the standard's not that high."

I don't say anything, but I'm disappointed. I was hoping he'd be free and want to run at the Oxford meeting, so that I'd have been able to travel with him. I'll have to forget that idea!

At half past one, we leave the pub and go our separate ways.

After spending a couple of hours in the Central Library, I head back to school, arriving just as the bell goes for the end of classes. I make my way to the pavilion. Having retrieved my bag from the teachers' room where I was allowed to leave it, I begin to get changed.

In the circumstances, we get a good turnout, with all four Year Eleven boys, the five lads from Year Twelve, Patrick and myself. At four o'clock, we set out on a relaxed 6-mile run. It's not slow, but we don't really push it. I'm impressed with how good Jake's become at this type of training. He and Gary are on the pace all the way round.

Over the last mile, Aidy and Leo struggle to keep up, but that's because they didn't run during the winter. At the moment, there's not much we can to about that.

After less than forty minutes, we arrive back at school. Although it was quite wet in places, today's route wasn't muddy, so I don't really need a shower. I towel myself off and quickly get dressed. After being out all day, I'm keen to get home. As I leave the changing room, I'm joined by Jake.

"Are you going to see Scott now?" he asks.

"No, he won't be back till later this evening. I'll see him tomorrow."

"Would you like to come to mine then?"

I ought to say no. It's already ten to five, and I've got things to do. But it's not as simple as that. Although our training run got my circulation going beautifully, it wasn't strenuous enough for me to be even slightly tired. As a result, I'm super horny.

"I really need to get home," I protest. "On Mondays and Thursdays, it's my job to cook dinner."

"Oh, come on! You know you want to! We can make it quick!"

I hesitate for a moment. Even if we make it very quick, it'll delay me by at least twenty minutes, probably longer. That means dinner might be a little later than usual. Well, that would hardly be the end of the world. Fuck it!

"Okay!" I agree. "Let's go!"

After crossing Birmingham Road, we stride purposefully to Alexandra Square. Entering the maisonette, we head directly to Jake's bedroom. Having pulled off our shoes and socks, we set about undressing each other. After helping Jake remove his shirt, I run my hands down his back. Oh, yes! His skin's so soft and smooth! It gives me goosebumps.

Moments later, we're down to our underwear. Just as I did yesterday, I sit on the side of the bed. With Jake standing in front of me, I pull down his skimpy white briefs and devour his throbbing penis. It feels amazing; hard, hot and totally alive. As he ruffles my hair, I gently massage his perineum, steadily working my way back until I'm fingering his bum-hole. Conscious of the time, I let him go.

"Stand up!" he orders.

As I get to my feet, he kneels on the floor, quickly skinning my boxer-briefs down my legs. I step out of them. Immediately, he goes down on me, sucking like his life depended on it. After around thirty seconds, he pulls away.

"I want this up my bum!" he announces, running his fingers along my glistening shaft.

"Sure! No problem!"

Suddenly, an idea occurs to me.

"Have you got any gym shorts?" I ask.

"Yeah, of course! Why?"

"Will you put them on for me?"

While I retrieve my tube of K-Y, he opens a drawer, pulls out his shorts and slips them on. They're actually Umbro football shorts, the same design as the ones I've got, but white rather than black. Like mine, they're quite short, leaving at least half his thighs exposed.

"Very sexy!" I purr. "Now bend over the bed!"

He does as I ask. Squeezing some lube onto my fingers, I push them up the leg of his shorts and begin to finger-fuck him. After a few seconds, I let my digits slide out.

"Shall I take these off now?" he asks.

"No," I respond, smearing K-Y over my cock. "Stay right where you are!"

Working it up inside his shorts, I guide it onto his starfish. With one well-directed thrust, I penetrate him. Holding him around the tops of his thighs, I steadily pull him onto me, savouring every contour of his tight, velvety tunnel. After a few seconds, he's fully impaled.

"This is what you want, isn't it?" I demand, pausing for a moment.

"Oh, yeah!"

I get to work, fucking him with long, powerful thrusts.

"Ohhh!" he whimpers. "If you do me like this, I'll cum in my shorts!"

"Of course you will! That's the idea!"

Spurred on by his quiet moans and gurgles, I totally go for it, relentlessly pounding his wonderfully fuckable little arse.

"Nnnnnggg!" he groans. "I'm going to cum!"

Within an instant, he begins to shake uncontrollably, his rosebud spasming around my cock.

"Nnnggg! Nnnngg! Nnnnnngg!" he gasps.

"You naughty boy!" I growl. "You've spunked in your shorts! Now take what I've got for you!"

"Oh yes!" he urges. "Fill my bum!"

Tightening my grip on his thighs, I pull him right onto me. My cock jerks violently, rope after rope of teen-spunk spurting deep into his arse. Fuck! I'm so light-headed, I can hardly stand up.

After taking a few seconds to regain my composure, I gently withdraw. Almost immediately, a wet patch appears at the back of his shorts. Holy shit! I've filled him right up again!

"Wow!" Jake declares, standing upright. "That was wild!" He pulls off his soiled shorts. "What shall I do with these?" he asks, sounding a bit helpless.

"Rinse them out in warm water and hang them over the shower-screen," I advise. "They'll be dry in a couple of hours."

"Does Scott fuck you like that?"

"Sometimes. Last summer, he bought me his club's replica kit. He loves seeing me wearing it. He says it makes me look really sexy. And I love the feel of it, without underpants, of course. So, if I wear it when I go to his place, that's what we do. We love it!"


A couple of minutes later, I'm on my way. Striding towards the bus station, I'm as high as a kite. That was well worth making myself a bit late!

June 2012

It's Friday morning, just gone half past eleven. I've spent the last few hours going through past maths exam questions, making sure that I know how to do them. That's enough for today. Dressed in my Reavington Town football kit, trainers, training pants and a hoodie, I slip a pair of boxer-briefs into my pocket, lock up the house and set off for Scott's place.

We chatted on the phone last night, after he got home. It seems that his assessments went very well, but after two full days with no sex, he was definitely looking forward to seeing me. I feel the same way. I know I enjoyed hooking up with Jake, but it's nothing like being with Scott, and after a great night's sleep I'm more than ready.

I arrive just after twelve. Scott welcomes me inside. Wearing white tennis shorts and a polo shirt, he looks a million dollars. If I wasn't horny before, I am now! Unsurprisingly, we head straight to the bedroom.

As soon as I've taken off my trainers, we start undressing each other. For his first move, Scott helps me to take off my hoodie, revealing my Reavington Town football top.

"Oh, so it's like that, is it?" he purrs, grinning lasciviously. "You're such a horny boy!"

"Yeah, of course I am! I mean, I haven't seen you for two days!"

"And now you want me to give you a damn good seeing-to!"


Kneeling on the floor, Scott unties the drawstring of my training pants. After sliding them down my legs, he pulls them over my feet, leaving me dressed just in my football kit; socks, shorts and top.

"Oh, yes!" he breathes, licking his lips. "You are so sexy!"

As he gets to his feet, I help him off with his polo top. Then it's my turn to kneel on the floor, expertly pulling down his tennis shorts. Without waiting for him to kick them off, I go down on his steel-hard cock. I suck it right down to the root, twisting my head this way and that to make sure I get it really wet.

Finally, I let him go. There's no need to ask; we both know how this goes. Standing up again, I turn to face the bed. Then I bend over, my feet apart, and rest my forearms on the mattress. Moments later, a well-lubed digit is advancing up the leg of my shorts. Locating my anal ring, it pushes inside. After giving me a good finger-fucking, it gently slides back out.

Within a couple of seconds, the head of Scott's beautiful cock is probing at my rosebud. He expertly thrusts it in. Holding me around the tops of my legs, he steadily drives it in deeper, not stopping until his pubic bone is pressed tight against my bum.

"Oh, babe!" he whispers. "That feels so good!"

"Fuck me, Scott!" I urge. "You know what I want!"

Within a few seconds, he's fucking me into the middle of next week. It feels amazing, like nothing else even comes close.

"Ohhh!" Scott growls. "This is what you need, isn't it, sexy boy?"

"Ohhh! Oh yes! Ohhh!"

On it goes, Scott's rhythmic thrusting transporting me to a totally different world. In response, I moan incoherently, the pleasurable sensations rendering me almost delirious. Gradually, the tingling in my penis increases until it feels like I've plugged it into the electric.

Suddenly, my whole body is wracked by crazy, uncontrollable spasms. My dick swells and jerks, rope after rope of teen cum soaking the front of my shorts, my starfish flaring and tightening around Scott's thrusting cock.

"Oh, babe!" he rasps. "Here it comes!"

A second later, prodigious jets of hot, creamy semen are flooding into my bum. After a short pause, he gently withdraws. Fuck! I can't remember the last time I was as messy as this.

"Oh, babe!" Scott gasps. "That was amazing! Are you okay?"

"Yeah! That was epic! I need the loo though. I'll be back in a bit!"

Rather awkwardly, I make my way to the bathroom, spunk seeping into my shorts. Ten minutes later, I return, freshly showered and feeling great. Taking my boxer-briefs from the pocket of my hoodie, I get dressed and stroll into the lounge.

Scott's sitting at the dining table. He's prepared a salad for us, with Cheddar cheese and a slice of Melton Mowbray pork pie.

"This looks yummy!" I say, taking my place opposite him.

"Are you sure you're okay?" he asks, looking a little concerned. "That was wild! When I started to cum, it felt like it was never going to stop!"

"Oh, I'm fine," I assure him, smiling. "I'm guessing that you hadn't got off since Tuesday afternoon?"

"Yeah, that's right. I thought as it was only a couple of days, it wouldn't make that much difference."

"So you don't do that when you're away with the England squad then?"

"No, I usually have a wank in the shower. It's the one place I can get a bit of privacy."

"Oh right!"

"Did you hook up with Jake?"

"Yeah. When we got back from training Wednesday afternoon, he asked me if I was going to see you. When I told him you were away for a couple of days, he immediately invited me to his place. Well, knowing I had your blessing, I saw no reason to turn him down."

"So what did you do?"

"The usual. Undressed each other, spent maybe twenty minutes kissing and sucking, then I fucked him. It was what he wanted, and I was more than happy to oblige. Like you said, he's got a very fuckable little arse."

"Was it good?"

"Oh, yes! It was great fun, very enjoyable. I mean, I like Jake a lot. I wouldn't go with someone I didn't like. But that's it. It was nothing like being with you."

"Yeah, I know what you mean. When I fucked him, the last time he was here, I expected it to be something really special, but it just wasn't."

"Yeah! Actually, I went with Jake yesterday too. I wasn't intending to. By the time we got out of school after training, it was ten to five. But he sort of talked me into it. I don't know how you guys train, but do you ever do sessions where you get everything warmed up and moving well, but don't do enough to be tired?"

"Yeah, that happens quite a bit. I'm always horny as fuck afterwards."

"Well, I'm glad it's not just me!" I quip. "That's exactly how it was, so when Jake asked me to come back to his, I didn't take much persuading."

"I don't think I would either," he concedes.

"Well, I knew we'd have to be quick, but I didn't want to rush it. I don't know what made me think of it, but I asked him if he'd got some gym shorts. He said yes, so I asked him to put them on for me, which he did. Then I did him the same way that you just did me."

"Did he like it?"

"Yeah! He was a bit shocked at first, but he spunked in his shorts, so I guess he must have done."

"Naughty boys!" he teases. "I'd love to have been a fly on the wall while that was going on! By the way, did you speak to Jon about next Tuesday?"

"Sure! Actually, that was weird. I called Jon, invited them to come over, and explained, you know, that after dinner we like to get to know each other a bit better. I'd expected him to say that he'd need to talk to Aidy about it, but he didn't. When I queried it, he assured me that Aidy would be fine, and that 'he's not as innocent as he looks.' I didn't ask him what he meant. I guess we'll find out on Tuesday."

"Yeah! It certainly sounds interesting!"

After we've finished eating, we stroll back to the bedroom, undress and get into bed. We spend over an hour kissing and cuddling before getting down to some passionate love-making. Scott is so gentle with me. He makes me feel loved and valued in a way that I don't think anyone else could. If there's a better way to spend an afternoon, I can't imagine what it is.

At half past five, Scott drops me at home. After having dinner with Mum, I head up to my room. A few minutes later, I get a call. Pulling out my phone, I check the screen. It's Franny.

"Hi, man!" I greet. "How's it going?"

"Great, thanks! What about you?"

"Oh, I'm good, thanks! It's weird with this Golden Jubilee thing. I've already done two of my exams. Then the week we go back to school, I've got three more. Then that's it; school over! Done and dusted! So, are you back home for the holidays?"


"Will you be going over to Josh's place then?"

"Yeah, I'm going over there Wednesday, Thursday and Friday. I can't wait! My playing's improved so much since the last time you saw us! Actually, the main reason I called is that we've got a couple of gigs coming up. I'm hoping you and Scott will be able to come."

"I'm not sure," I say cautiously. "Give me the dates and I'll talk to him. The thing is, Scott starts pre-season training on July 2nd. I'll be able to grab a few days back here, but I know he wants me to be around most of the time while he settles in. And before that, we need to go flat-hunting. In the short term, he's going to rent a furnished place, but we really need to find somewhere permanent, yeah? So, we're going to be pretty busy!"

Sounding rather disappointed, he gives me the dates: Thursday June 28th at Newton Valley High School, and Wednesday July 11th at the Birmingham School of Music.

"Great!" I say. "I'll talk to Scott and get back to you. I promise we'll be there if we can!"

After ending the call, I stay in my room; not doing much, just pottering around, basically. What I'm really doing is waiting for Dad to come home. I need to ask him something.

It's twenty past eight when I hear him come in. I don't immediately rush down the stairs. That wouldn't look good. After giving him five minutes or so to settle into his favourite chair, I make my way to the lounge.

"Hi Dad!" I greet.

"Hello, young man!" he responds, smiling. "How have the exams gone?"

"Very well, I think. I finished both exams, and there wasn't anything I wasn't able to do."

"Sounds good! And you'll do the rest once you're back at school?"

"Yes, that's right."

"So what can I do for you? You haven't come down here just to say hello."

"I'm hoping you might be able to help me out. Since last week's race, I've been training better than I ever have. The problem is that I've got no more races lined up, so I rang Niall, to ask him if he knew of anything. He told me that a week tomorrow, his dad's taking him and Shaun to run at an open meeting in Oxford. Niall's running the fifteen hundred and Shaun the four hundred. I was wondering if you'd be able to take me."

"Didn't it occur to you to ask Niall if you could travel with them? Their car's plenty big enough."

"I didn't really want to do that," I respond, feeling rather uncomfortable. "When Patrick and Nathan find out, I'm pretty sure they'll want to go too. Mr Taylor won't be able to fit us all in. I was hoping Dean would go, but he'll be running for the club in the Midland League."

"Oh, I see," he says, nodding. He looks across at Mum. "It looks like we did something right," he says, giving her a wry grin. "D'you think you'll be able to manage without me for half a day?"

"Oh, I'm sure that'll be okay," Mum agrees, "especially as I'll be having you for two whole weeks shortly afterwards."

"Thanks, Mum!" I say, beaming. "Thanks Dad. I'll ask Patrick and Nathan about it on Sunday. I'm pretty certain they'll be up for it. Will it be okay for them to come with us?"

"Of course!" Dad assures me. "That's the whole point, isn't it? But if neither of them wants to go, will you ask Mr Taylor if you can go with them?"


"It's not that I don't want to watch you race," Dad explains. "I really enjoyed it last week, but Oxford's further than you'd think. It'll take us about an hour and a half to get there. I'm guessing it must be the track at Iffley Road, which has a very special place in the history of distance running."


"Yes, in 1954, it was where Roger Bannister ran the first sub-four-minute mile."

"Wow!" I respond, trying to get my head around the achievement. "And I'm going to run on the same track? That really is special!"

The following morning, Mum, Dad and I leave home at ten o'clock to drive to Birmingham for the annual Pride Celebrations. While it's not the hot, sunny day that they had last year, the weather's dry, and warm enough for me to be wearing cargo shorts and a rugby shirt, with a thermal t-shirt under it.

Just after eleven, Dad finds some free on-street parking in the Birmingham Jewellery Quarter, a short distance from the central area. After he's locked the car, we head towards Victoria Square, the starting point for the annual Pride Parade.

After a couple of minutes, we cross the inner ring road. Built in the 1960s, it's called Queensway and has a pink surface. Back then, I don't think the city council would have understood the significance. But today, when we're celebrating gay lives and culture, the name and colour seem really appropriate.

Arriving at our destination, we meet up with the rest of the group. Almost immediately, Aidy comes across to us.

"Hi!" he greets, smiling. "I'd like you to meet my mum and dad."

They're right behind him. Mr Cooper is tall and good-looking. I'd guess he's a little older than Dad. Mrs Cooper is around average height, and clearly the source of Aidy's wavy, chestnut-brown hair.

"Martin Cooper," his dad says warmly, shaking hands with us. ""Thanks for making Adrian feel so welcome. He found his first few months here quite difficult. You've helped him a lot." He introduces his wife. "This is Jenny."

"Colin Haskell," Dad responds. "And this is my wife Judith. I believe you work at the university?"

"Yes, professor of environmental management. Previously, I was at Kingston. It's where I did my degree and my doctorate. Then, with the university expanding, I joined the staff, so I was there a long time."

As our parents chat, I listen carefully, taking everything in. Mrs Cooper teaches English. Having previously taught at a school in Putney, she's now working at a school about ten miles from where we live.

I'm impressed. Just like Jon told me, Aidy's parents seem to be really nice; caring and supportive, and not the least bit snobbish. That'll do for me! I can tell that Mum and Dad like them too.

Aidy, I learn, is the youngest of three, and came out to his parents when he was thirteen. His siblings are both away at university, his sister in her final year at Oxford, his brother in his first year at Warwick. Somehow, it all seems to fit.

The parade is supposed to begin at twelve. The various groups assemble in their designated order, but for quite a while we don't go anywhere. I find myself chatting with the group's other 'gay offspring'. Robbie's dressed even more trendily than usual, but compared with some of the other people here, he looks quite ordinary.

I notice that he keeps eyeing Aidy up like he wants to eat him. It's not a surprise; that's how he used to look at me. It's not too clever of him to do that while he's with Noah, but I'm not going to say anything; I don't want to provoke an argument. In any case, I'm pretty sure he won't actually try anything.

Eventually, the parade begins to move. Very slowly, we make our way down New Street and past the station. Crossing Queensway on the opposite side of the city centre from where we parked the car, we enter the gay village.

"Why didn't you park over here?" I ask, turning to Dad.

"Because unless we wanted to pay through the nose, we wouldn't have found anywhere," he tells me. "In any case, we're not that far away. By the shortest route, it's barely a mile."

"Sorry," I respond, feeling totally stupid.

With the parade having dispersed, we gather, parents and offspring, outside the Birmingham Hippodrome, home to the Birmingham Royal Ballet.

"Right!" Beth says, addressing us all. "At this point, we're going to leave you youngsters to do what your own thing. I'm sure you won't want to hang out with us all afternoon. There's only one rule; nobody – and I mean nobody – is to go off on their own. You don't have to stay altogether, but if you want to go off somewhere, you must have at least one other member of the group with you. We'll be around, so if you need us at any point, come and find us. We'll meet back here at five o'clock. Please don't be late!"

Initially, we do stay together, seven boys and five girls. I've been to the Gay Village before, but it soon becomes clear that Robbie knows it much better than I do. I guess that goes back to when he was dating that gay DJ who was like ten years older than him. Leading us up a side street, he stops opposite the Birmingham Ballet's rehearsal studios.

"This is where the Nightingale Club used to be," he tells us. "I don't remember it, but apparently, when the Ballet set up here, they took over the building and the Gale had to move further down. I'll show you in a bit."

Wandering back onto Hurst Street, we check out the stalls that have been set up, some for commercial businesses, others by a whole range of LGBT organisations. On our way, we pass Clone Zone. I remember going in there with Anthony. They mainly sold leather fetish wear, and some very expensive underwear that I absolutely hated. I've no interest in going back in.

As we move a little further from the central area, Robbie shows us the current location of the Nightingale, Birmingham's oldest gay club. I can hardly believe it. The place was obviously built as some sort of commercial unit, a factory or a warehouse or something.

I'm bitterly disappointed. I've no idea what it's like inside, but despite the brash neon sign, the exterior is most uninviting. Totally devoid of style, it conveys no mystique or romance. I can't imagine anywhere looking less like a nightclub, let alone a gay one.

A short time later, we find ourselves on what has been labelled The Village Green, though I don't think it's called that at other times. There's a stage here. As we arrive, a black girl singer is performing.

"She's good!" Aidy say, smiling.

Actually, she's not bad, but I remember when Scott and I saw Michelle Hanson perform at Newton Valley. This girl has none of the magic that Michelle produced. I think part of the reason is that she's performing to a backing track, which has a rather mechanical feel to it. I'm not saying that's the whole story, but I'm sure it's part of it.

"She's okay," I counter. "Last December, Scott and I went to a gig where the band that my cousin plays in were performing. For three songs, they had a singer with them. She was amazing!"

"Oh, right! What does your cousin play?"


"Do you play, then?"

"No. I sang in the school choir till halfway through Year Eight. Then I got kicked out because my voice broke. By the time it'd settled down, I'd got into running and didn't have the time. I take it that you play?"

"Yeah, I play piano. My grade eight exam's coming up in November."

"Scott played the trumpet while he was at school. He got up to grade seven."

"What about your cousin?"

"Oh, Franny's a proper musician. He's at Chetham's in Manchester. They gave him a couple of days off so he could do the gig."

"Oh, wow! He must be good to go there! How old is he?"

"Fourteen. His main instrument's the clarinet. He's already got grade eight in that. But he wanted to learn the saxophone so he could play jazz."

"He sounds quite a character!"

"Oh, he's definitely that! The one thing he misses now he's at Chetham's is that they don't play rugby. In fact, they don't do any competitive sport. Other than that, he loves it!"

The singer's performance comes to an end. We give her a big round of applause. I think that anyone who gets up on stage and gives a decent account of themselves deserves it.

I look around the audience. A few yards away is a group of drag queens. We've seen quite a few of them today. It doesn't bother me one way or the other. The odd thing about this group is that some of them are really young, I mean, like younger than us. I certainly hadn't expected that!

I have to admit that drag is an aspect of the gay scene that I really don't understand. I'm like totally gay. More than that, I prefer to be a bottom, which many people think of as 'feminine'. But I have absolutely no interest in dressing as a girl, and I certainly wouldn't want to be one.

But one thing I've learned since I've been in the support group is not to judge. As long as we don't hurt anyone, we're all entitled to be who we are. Wearing drag obviously means a great deal to these guys, and that's totally fine. They have as much right to be who they are as I have to be who I am.

It soon becomes clear why this group are here. The next performer is a young drag artiste, dancing and lip-synching to a Lady Gaga song. Aged no more than thirteen and probably younger, he's very slim, with smooth, natural-looking blond hair that reaches right down onto his shoulders. He's wearing a shiny blue mini-dress that exposes most of his thighs, along with sheer, skin-coloured tights and gold dancing shoes.

The lip-synching is okay, I guess. I find it hard to judge, but his dancing is superb. He's got a great sense of rhythm and would clearly be excellent in the gym. But he's not just dancing; he's performing. He loves being on stage, and he's totally selling it to the audience.

I'm fascinated, and I'm not the only one. The weird thing is that he's turning me on! In less than a minute, I'm rock hard. What is that about? Seriously confusing!

About half past three, Robbie comes over to me.

"Noah and I are going to Missing," he says quietly, referring to one of the gay bars. "They've got some gay strippers on. Would you like to come?"

I'm not trying to be mean, but I'm getting a bad vibe. I think this is Robbie trying to show us how 'sophisticated' he is. He's been doing it all afternoon. Well, I'm not buying it.

Apart from anything else, there are only four of us who are old enough to get in, and one of those is Sarah, and I don't think she's going to want to go to watch male strippers. In any case, I don't care how good these strippers are; they won't be anywhere like as sexy as Scott!

"Nah!" I respond, smiling. "I'll pass, thanks!"

At five o'clock, with things beginning to wind down, we gather outside The Hippodrome. Beth thanks everyone for their attendance, and comments on what a success the day has been. It's time for us to make a move.

Apparently, Noah's parents have invited everyone back to their house for a buffet supper. Apart from Beth, it seems that most of the parents who live locally have turned the invitation down. But we'll be going, as will the Coopers, who will obviously take Jon and Mrs Franklyn with them.

After crossing Queensway, we head directly up Hill Street to Victoria Square, and back to the Jewellery Quarter. After settling ourselves into the car, we set off for Noah's place.

"Have you and Robbie had a falling-out?" Mum enquires.

"Not a falling-out exactly. He told me that he and Noah were going to Missing to watch the male strip-show, and asked me if I wanted to go with them. Well, it would have meant leaving Jon and Aidy, because they're not old enough, so I said no. He seemed a bit miffed."

"Oh, is that all it was?" Mum responds. "That young man still has some very strange ideas!"

"Oh, Robbie's alright. But he was back in the environment where he used to hang out before he got the big wake-up call. I guess it's to be expected."

The buffet is excellent, and the atmosphere's wonderful, like totally relaxed and supportive. I feel so lucky to be part of a group like this. Without it, I'm not sure that Mum would ever have fully come to terms with me being gay.

Robbie, I'm pleased to say, is back to being his usual friendly self. Jon and Aidy are fascinated by his 'Tales from the Gay Village'. To his credit, Robbie does admit that it was a big mistake, and he really was too young to be involved in that scene.

"Later on," he says quietly, speaking just to me. "Noah and I are going to The Nightingale for the evening. I don't suppose you'd be able to come? Afterwards, you can spend the night here."

"Sorry," I say, smiling warmly. "I've arranged to go to Scott's place when we get back. I wouldn't miss that for anything!"

"Well, I can't argue with that!" he agrees, grinning back.

I don't tell him that at half past ten tomorrow morning, I've arranged to go out running. I'm not sure he could wrap his head around that idea. But just mentioning Scott has given me a raging hard-on. I can hardly wait to have him fuck me again!

I'm back at the flat. Scott and I are snuggled up on his bed.

"So, how was your day?" he asks.

"It was good, thanks!" I answer. "I'm really glad I went."

I tell him about the young drag artiste.

"It sounds as though you'd have liked to pull down his tights and fuck his cute little arse!"

"Yeah, probably!"

"Naughty boy!"

"Really? I don't think you'd have said no!"

"Maybe not. So what d'you want now?"

"I want you to do that to me. Not the tights, because I'm not wearing any, but definitely the other thing."

"Okay, you sexy boy! You've got it!"

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