Lunch Break
By Nathan Jones

 

Part One

At the age of 16 I was attending a state school in a large northern town in England that specialised in art. It was a small school, in fact, it was a very small school. Only 72 pupils in the whole school, divided in three classes of 24, each class representing a year. As you might imagine, being such a small school we didn’t have many facilities and the normal rules didn’t apply. For example, we didn’t have to wear school uniform and we had no recreation area. With an hour and a half for lunch that meant that we were permitted to use the classrooms and common areas the whole day. We were left to ourselves with no supervision. If we wanted to we could even leave the school and take a walk around town. Something unthinkable in any other school but completely normal to us.

Of course, we were reasonably responsible most of the time, but we were also aged between 13 and 16 so at times were also completely irresponsible. The biggest problem was boredom. Walking around town for an hour every day soon lost its appeal and after three years doing the same thing we often opted to stay in school and just talk or create our own entertainment. Most of the time such entertainment was quite innocent. We would get out the playing cards or even bring in board games to play.

The classes were divided evenly between boys and girls but we tended to form groups of our own sex which hardly ever mixed. To be honest, I think we found the girls a bit scary. They always seemed to know something we didn’t, as if they were much older than us and that made us feel uncomfortable and vulnerable. On top of that, we soon realised that if there was a girl in the group there was nearly always trouble. So we avoided them.

One exception was a girl called Jo. She was really cool. Not a bit like the others. Her parents had moved back to England from Australia and she was missing it badly. She really didn’t fit in with the other girls. She would sit with us and play cards. She knew a lot about skateboarding and was just like any other mate. The other girls called her a lesbian, but she wasn’t. She definitely liked boys. We knew that because she was always trying to find some way to get us naked. If we were playing cards she would suggest strip poker, but she would just watch. If it was a boardgames she would suggest that the loser had to pay a forfeit that usually involved removing clothes. But again, she would just watch. These games never went very far of course. After all we were in school and the younger boys were always hanging around wanting to join our group so we had to be careful.

One lunchtime we were playing cards as usual and Jo was there looking here usual bored self, slouched forward resting here head on her hands. We were in one of the classrooms that we had permanent access to. It was a really hot day and we were all feeling a bit drowsy.

“Let’s do something different!” She complained. “I’m sick of cards. Let’s do something more exciting!”

“Sick of cards!” I laughed. “You never play! Sick of watching you mean.”

“Well sick of watching then.” She admitted. “I know! Let’s make a video!”

She’d been bugging us all day with her new flashy mobile phone, taking pictures, playing music and now… wanting to make a video.

“Not the phone again for Cristsake!” This was Mat, my best mate. We’d become firm friends in the first year and were inseparable. We sat together in every class, on the school bus, at lunch time. We even went to the toilet together. Taking it in turns to stand guard outside the cubicle just in case some jerk decided to try to peep over the top or throw a water bomb. You know the kind of thing.

“Aw, come on guys! It’s just a bit of fun! Anyway, pretty soon we’re all going to split up and go our separate ways and I want some footage to remember you all by. Come on guys!”

“Okay, what do you want to make a video of!” asked Mat.

That stumped her. She hadn’t thought that far, or so we thought.

“See! You can’t think of anything!” chimed in Paul, one of the other boys.

“I can think of something better than a video.” Said Mat, snatching the phone out of Jo’s hand. “And I’m sure you’ll like it better.”

With that he jumped up from his seat and ran to the door. We all looked at each other, for a few seconds and then, as one, jumped up to follow him, pushing chairs and tables aside. By the time we got out into the corridor he had vanished but I knew where he was. By now I could almost read his mind and the look in his eye when he had taken the phone told me that he was feeling sexual.

“Let’s split up.” I suggested. Jo and me this way, you two that way.

Without speaking we went our separate ways. Of course my way led to the boys toilets.

“The little bastard! If he breaks my phone……!” said Jo between gritted teeth.

“He won’t break it.” I replied. “And he’s right. You’re going to like the result.”

We quickly made our way to the toilets. Like I said, Jo was like one of the boys, but not enough like one of the boys to into their toilet. That was taboo. She waited impatiently outside as I rushed in. The place was empty except for one cubicle. I opened the door just in time to hear the sound of a camera, the one that a phone makes when it takes a picture snapping away on autotimer.

“Mat! Is that you?” I shouted.

“Yeah! Just a sec!”

A couple of seconds later I heard the sound of the bolt being pulled back. Mat opened the door and came out with a broad grin on his face and his baggy grey sweat top covering his crotch.

“You didn’t!” I said.

“I did!” he replied.

I tried to take the phone off him to have a look but it was a half hearted attempt and he soon got past me and to the door. To be honest I really wanted to see the picture but I couldn’t be seen to be trying too hard. Jo was waiting outside. By now she had guessed more or less what he was up to and, unlike me, didn’t do anything to contain her curiosity. She practically ripped his arm off to get the phone off him. He looked at me smiling as she opened the file to look at the picture.

“Jeez!” She exclaimed. “That’s definitely one for the collection!”

“As long as you don’t put it in the year book!” Laughed Mat!

By now I was bursting with curiosity but when I tried to snatch the phone off Jo she pulled it out of my reach.

“The only way you’re going to see this is if you do one for me yourself.” she laughed.

“What!” No way!” I replied.

“No show, no see!” she taunted.

“Go on!” It’s not that hard!” Encouraged Mat.

But that was the problem. It was hard! My cock I mean. I hesitated and that was my downfall. Immediately they saw that I could be persuaded and set to work pushing, cajoling and promising that nobody except us would see them. Finally I gave in, knowing that I would have plenty of time to look at Mat’s picture once I was alone in the cubicle. The only problem was, once I saw Mat’s picture I just couldn’t get it to go down. He looked so fucking sexy!” In the end, after Mat had been banging on the door for a couple of minutes, I took a picture holding the camera at arms length to make sure I didn’t accidentally include my face. I fastened myself up and opened the door.

“Finally!” said Mat. “What were you doing in there? Wanking?

“No!” I replied, pretending to be shocked by the suggestion.

By the time we left the toilets Jo was practically foaming at the mouth. She snatched the phone off me and looked at the picture.

“You boys have been holding out on me!” she said, eyes wide.

Mat took the phone off her and looked at the picture.

“Hey! That’s not fair! I wasn’t hard. Now it looks like yours is bigger than mine!”

I just laughed thinking that was the end of the matter. But Jo had no intention of letting go of the situation.

“What would you guys do to stop me showing these pictures to the whole school?”

There was a glint in her eye that told me she wasn’t joking. Mat and I looked at each other realising that after three years of trying, we had finally fallen into her trap.

“What did you have in mind?” Asked Mat, resignedly.

“Follow me.” She said. Leading us to the boiler room. We both followed, I as a willing victim, Mat?…. Well, that I was about to find out.

 

Part Two

We followed Joe like lambs to the slaughter, silently, apprehensively, excited, nervous and terrified all at the same time. This wasn’t exactly what I’d fantasized about on the many occasions when I’d lain in bed, cock in hand, thinking about what it would be like to touch Mat’s body.

Joe pushed open the door to the boiler room and ushered us in. The caretaker only worked in the mornings so we were pretty sure that, as long as we didn’t make any noise, we wouldn’t be discovered. Earlier, when I’d taken the photo, I’d had a boner, but now the fear and tension had achieved what will power alone couldn’t and it had returned to a semi hard state.

“Okay! So what’s the deal?” Mat asked cockily.

“I thought we might play a little game.” Joe answered. “Ever heard of ‘gay chicken?”

Of course we both had, and we had even played it a few times. But we’d never managed to get as far as completing step one, which was to kiss. And we’d never played it with girls present.

In case you’ve never played, the game usually begins with two guys facing each other, puckering up and moving towards each other slowly as if to kiss. The first one to chicken out loses. A variation we played was to sit facing each other. One would walk his fingers up the leg of the boy opposite heading for his crotch. Pushing his hand away or jumping out of the seat meant losing. The best part about that version was that it gave you the chance to stare hard at your opponents crotch, and often, see the clear outline of his hard cock. If you were really lucky you might even see it twitch as you got close. Again though, I’d never seen anybody get as far as touching. It didn’t stop my imagination running wild though and imagining what might come next.

“Ahhhh…. I don’t know about this. It sounds like ‘out of the frying pan and into the fire’ to me!” I objected.

The truth was I really wanted to play and I suspected that Mat did as well. But I was scared. Scared of revealing too much and of letting them see that it was exciting me. I’d seen other guys go much further than I ever had with impunity, but that was them. I had always chickened out first because I was the one who had something to hide!

Mat looked at me without speaking. For once I had no idea what he was thinking but his silence said more than any words. He was scared too.

“That’s the deal!” said Jo unwaveringly.

“Five minutes.” said Mat, “Five minutes and you delete the pictures or you don’t get out of here with that phone intact!”

“Fifteen!” Responded Jo.

“Ten!”

“Okay ten!” said Jo.

Mat looked at me “Agreed?”

“Agreed!” I answered.

“One more thing! So that you can’t pass the next ten minutes dancing around each other without touching, every time one of you chickens out he has to remove an item of clothing!”

“Whoa! That’s not how it’s played!” I complained.

“Agreed!” Said Mat.

“Looks like you’ve been overruled!” laughed Jo.

“Let’s just get this over with eh!” said Mat.

I noticed a sort glassy, misty look in his eyes that I’d never seen before. He had caught me by surprise, agreeing so readily.

“On your head be it!” I answered.

We stood facing each other hands in pockets, squaring up more like we were going to fight than kiss. Jo, stood at the side like a master of ceremonies. The only thing she was missing was the microphone.

“Pucker up boys!” she jeered. “and remember, the kiss has to be held for a count of twenty!”

“Shut up Jo!” said Mat.

We pursed out lips and moved slowly towards each other. I was wearing less clothes than Mat so I was determined not to chicken out. As we closed to within about an inch I closed my eyes.

“Chicken!” I heard Jo shout.

“Fuck!” said Mat. You closed your eyes. That’s cheating!”

“No no no! Your not getting out of it that easily! And the clock stops if you start to argue!”

“Bitch!” Complained Mat.

“And insults to the referee mean you forfeit an extra item of clothing!” Jo answered determinedly.

Mat looked at her uncertain how to respond, then gave in and took of his sweat top and t-shirt. Now I could see in the flesh that smooth youthful body that I’d seen in the photo a few minutes earlier. He really was so sexy.

Now as I stood facing him, with his hair still ruffled from taking off his top and his eyes bright and alert but at the same time hooded by what I now know was sexual heat, I began to take in the details of his face in a way I never had before. His full lips glistened. His white teeth bright in the half light. The flushed cheeks and smooth skin with a fine down of hair.

We positioned ourselves again looking hard into each other’s eyes. We began to inch closer together. I really wanted to kiss him, to touch his naked body, to feel the heat of his skin. My cock stiffened and pushed, straining against the material of my trousers. I put my hands in my pockets again to try to disguise it. This time as we approached each other he reached out with one hand, placing it on my neck as if he was going to pull me towards him. Instinctively I pulled back.

“Chicken!” he shouted.

“Goddam! I wasn’t ready for that!” I exclaimed.

“T-shirt!” answered Jo remorselessly.

I pulled the t-shirt over my head. I felt exposed and vulnerable. The boiler room was really warm but that didn’t stop my chocolate button nipples from tightening and standing out proud, contrasting sharply with my pale smooth skin. Mat looked at me, raking my body with his eyes. His tongue passed over his lips as if they were dry, even though I could see that they were moist and full.

“Five minutes!” said Jo looking at her watch.

Even though that should have been good news to us, we both reacted as if we were in a hurry. As if we both thought that maybe five minutes wouldn’t be enough. We shuffled closer. Again we looked into each other’s eyes.

“Third time lucky!” put in Jo.

We ignored her and continued to move closer. ‘This is it!’ I thought. I’m going to kiss him. Our lips were now millimetres apart. I could feel his breath, the heat from his mouth. Finally we touched.

For once Jo was completely silent. Then she remembered to count. Our tight lipped kiss began to develop into a softer, more realistic approximation of a lovers kiss as Mat opened his mouth slightly.

This was how the game was played. If neither player backed down, they would become more and more passionate. Each one trying to push the other into backing away. I opened my mouth in response and pushed out my tongue. Mat reached forward and placed a hand on each side of my chest. I took my hands out of my pockets and placed them on his hips. His tongue entered my mouth. I was transported.

“20!” Shouted Jo.

Mat pulled back wiping his mouth as if he was disgusted with what we had just done, but a quick glance down told me he was just as excited as me.

I’d never seen two guys go this far so when Jo said, “Okay! Step 2″!

I really had no idea what she had in mind and I don’t think Mat did either.

 

Part Three

“Wait! !Wait! Step Two?” What step two? There’s no step two!” protested Mat.

I realised that Jo was now making this up as she went along, but I wasn’t going to protest. Mat, on the other hand seemed less keen. He looked at his watch.

“Ten minutes! In fact, twelve! Times up!” he said determinedly.

Jo looked at her watch obviously disappointed but resigned to the truth.

“Okay, okay!” She answered.

She lifted her phone, pressing the keys to delete the pictures. Mat moved to her side to make sure she was actually doing it. He insisted that she delete his first. When it was time to delete mine he looked closely at the picture then at me smiling.

“Okay, deleted!” he said.

We left the boiler room and walked back to the classroom. It was nearly time for afternoon classes and when we entered the now full room it was to cheers and whistles. Word had gotten round and now everybody wanted to know where we had been and what Mat had filmed or taken pictures of. Jo just acted mysterious, teasing the crowd but, thankfully, not revealing any details. eventually the teacher came in and things settled down.

The afternoon passed uneventfully and as usual I sat next to Mat during the lessons. I felt as if something had changed. We had crossed a line and now I wasn’t sure how to act. I noticed that once or twice our legs touched under the table and that when it happened Mat made no effort to move away. He seemed to be sitting closer to me than usual and I began to feel a little uncomfortable, even though I was enjoying it. Perhaps that was the problem. I was afraid that the others might notice the change and wonder.

As the final bell rang we gathered up our things and made our way out of the school. Mat walked with me to the bus stop chatting excitedly. He seemed nervous. Now that we were away from the others he brought up the subject of the boiler room.

“Your not going to tell anyone what we did earlier are you?” he asked.

“No! Course not!” I replied.

There was a long pause and then he asked in a very quiet voice, “Did you like it?”

“Like what?” I replied. I knew exactly what he meant but I was playing dumb because I didn’t want to be the first to talk about it.

“You know what I mean!… Did you?”

“It was okay.” I replied. “Not as bad as I thought it would be.”

There was a long pause. I wanted to say more, to tell him how I had felt almost intoxicated when he had kissed me. Instead I asked. “Did you?”

He just shrugged, looking down at the ground.

“You have softer lips than I expected.” he mumbled.

We didn’t say any more for a while, but as we stood there in the evening sun, shuffling our feet and pretending not to be thinking about what had happened, my insides where churning. It was like being in a nightmare where you open your mouth to scream but nothing comes out, except I wasn’t even trying to scream. I was just feeling it.

“So, what are you doing this weekend?” I asked. Desperate to say something, to find some way not to lose ground, to not go back to how we had been before. It was Friday night and I instinctively felt that by Monday morning all would be forgotten. But not only that. I felt that we had been on the edge of a precipice and that we had wanted to jump, but the weekend would see us both take a big step back and having  looked over the edge we would never go there again.

“Nothing much. You?

“Nothing!”

This was as painful as pulling teeth.

“My bus is here!” I said. My heart sank to the pit of my stomach. Too late now.

He waited with me fidgeting.

The bus arrived, opening its doors with a hiss as it stopped.

“See you on Monday.” I said, longing to say more. Maybe even now there was something I could say that would preserve this feeling, like a fly trapped in amber.

“I’ll call you later!” he shouted, just before the doors closed.

Call me later! He never called me! He had my number of course but he never used it. My heart leapt.

“Okay!” I shouted back, a wide grin on my face.

I moved to the back of the bus watching him through the windows as the it moved off. He stood at the stop, watching the bus until it disappeared out of view.

That night I was like a cat on a hot tin roof. I couldn’t sit still. After eating my evening meal I sat watching TV with my younger brother, hopping from channel to channel. I wasn’t able to concentrate on anything so nothing held my interest. When my brother eventually protested I threw him the remote so that he could choose. He chose what he always chose, The Simpsons. It was an episode we had seen a hundred times but that didn’t matter because I wasn’t really watching it anyway. My eyes kept wandering to the clock. When would he phone? Would he forget? Maybe he would change his mind. I felt sick with anticipation.

Eventually I decided to go to my room and lye on my bed. Maybe I would calm down that way and even if I didn’t at least nobody would see the agony I was in. As I walked into the hall I gave the phone a hard stare, willing it to ring. It didn’t obey. Slowly I dragged my feet up the stairs and went to my room, flopping down on the bed tired and depressed.

I was woken by the phone ringing. At first I didn’t realise what it was but as I came out of my stupor and my fuddled brain dragged the pieces together, I was galvanized into action. I leapt out of bed, as if a thousand volts of electricity had just surged through my body, tripping over a pile of magazines that lay on the floor and crashing noisily against the wardrobe before picking myself up. Cursing my stupidity and rubbing my knee I dashed for the door. I reached the top of the stairs to see my younger brother with the phone held to his ear.

“Who?…. Who is it?” He was asking.

For a second he seemed to be about to put the phone down. I shouted at him, my fear of missing the call translated into anger.

I descended the stairs in kind of controlled fall that left my brother wide eyed.

“Whoa cowboy!” he said sarcastically. “Who is it, your boyfriend?

I grabbed the phone off him and punched him on the arm.

“Ow! Bastard! I’m gonna tell mum!”

“Hello?” I said into the phone, ignoring my brother’s face pulling antics.

I was met by a laugh from the other end.

“Sounds like your brother is the same as mine!” said Mats familiar voice.

“Yeah! I replied, calming down. “Little git! I could strangle him sometimes.”

Mat laughed again. Then there was silence for a while. Now that he had phoned I didn’t have a clue what to say to him and my brother was hanging around like a bad smell so I couldn’t really be myself. I had to be the cooler, more controlled me that my family knew. Eventually, Mat came to the rescue.

“I was wondering if you wanted to go to the cinema tonight. They’re showing Avatar again and I know you missed it the first time. It’s brilliant! You’ll love it!”

Truth was I really wanted to see the film but I would have said yes to anything, including the romantic sloppy stuff that my mum usually likes to watch.

“Yeah sure! What time?”

“You’ll have to hurry.” he replied. “The next showing is in an hour.”

“Okay, see you outside.”

“Okay!…… Hang up then!”

“You first.” I replied.

“Okay….. hanging up…” he said, without hanging up.

At the time I didn’t even realise that we were acting like two love sick school girls but what I did notice, out of the corner of my eye, was my brother, raising his eyebrows and rolling his eyes. I thought it best to hang up.

After putting down the phone I ran up the stairs to get changed. At my age I had complete independence, something that often irritated my younger brother, so I only had to tell my parents where I was going, not ask their permission.

Within fifteen minutes I was changed and out the door, running towards the bus stop. This was the first time I had done anything outside of school with Mat. We had been great friends for several years but somehow had managed to keep that life separate from our home life. This was real progress in our relationship and I was over the moon.

I arrived at the cinema about fifteen minutes before the start of the film. Mat was waiting outside for me, hands in pockets. It was strange to see him wearing clothes that were newer and more fashionable than the ones we usually wore for school, but then again I too had chosen my best clothes for the occasion.

He saw me coming and we grinned nervously at each other.

“Hi!” he said

“Hi!” I echoed.

We went in and paid. Then queued up for popcorn and drinks.

“This is weird.” Mat said.

“I know,” I grinned “but good.”

“Yeah, good!” he replied.

As most people had already seen the film the cinema wasn’t very full. We made our way to the centre row of seats and chose some empty ones about half way up, putting our coats on those to our left and right to discourage people from sitting next to us. I don’t know why but I have always been one of those people that attracts the attention of anybody looking for somewhere to sit. I must look the least harmful of the bunch or something, I don’t know, I’ve never figured it out but, today I wasn’t taking any chances. I made as big a mound with my coat as I could so there would be no mistake.

We were sharing a large bucket of popcorn and it was on Mat’s lap. It was so big that I was sure we would never manage to eat it all, but we were going to have a good try! I reached over and took a handful. Eventually the film started and the lights went down. As we watched the film I reached absent mindedly for popcorn ever now and again and the level in the bucket soon began to drop. On several occasions as I reached into the bucket my hand came into contact with Mats. Every time it happened it was like an electric jolt to my nervous system.

Mat leaned over and whispered to me during one of the scenes.

“Wouldn’t you love a six-pack like that!” he said nodding to the screen.

“What do you mean ‘like’!” I replied, leaning close to his ear. “I’ve already got one.”

“Liar!” he answered.

The truth was that our school was so small that we didn’t even have a sports hall, and Mat and I had opted out of football, so we never got to see each other stripped. Perhaps that’s why his Photo had excited me so much.

“Let’s see it then!’ he said, challenging me.

I slid down in my seat to make my stomach flatter and looked around to make sure nobody could see, then lifted my t-shirt. I tensed my stomach to show off my slender six-pack.

“Mat looked intensely for a few seconds then I sat up again covering myself.

“Couldn’t see a thing!” he whispered into my ear.

I shrugged not certain what to say.

He moved even closer so that his lips tickled my ear as he spoke. “Let me feel it. I want to see how hard it is”

There was a deliberate and exaggerated sensuousness in his voice and I was immediately aware of the double meaning in his request. My cock, which had been primed by his closeness, stiffened. I slid back down in my chair and lifted my t-shirt again. This time it was his turn to look around to check nobody was looking. Casually he leaned closer and reached out his hand. I held my breath and tensed my stomach, making my cock leap in my pants. He spread the palm of his hand over my belly button and pressed. I hadn’t been lying. I really did have a six pack. Maybe not as good as the ones in Avatar, but pretty good nonetheless. He moved his hand slowly over my middle, pressing and testing with his finger tips. When he pulled his hand away I sat up again.

“Not bad!” he whispered.

 

Part Four

By now I was finding it pretty difficult to concentrate on the film. My cock was as stiff as an iron bar and I could still feel the ghost of Mat’s tender touch on my stomach. I cleared my throat nervously and looked across at him. He was back into the film and seemed oblivious of the effect he was having on me. I tried to put the horny thoughts I was having out of my head and settle down again.

We watched the rest of the film in silence but the air almost crackled from the tension between us. He slid further down in his seat and spread his legs, pressing one of them against mine. I resisted the temptation to move, instead enjoying the feel of this seemingly insignificant moment of contact.

Eventually the film came to an end and we got up to leave the cinema. As we came out into the bright evening light we blinked and rubbed our misty eyes. It was getting quite late and I knew I would have to go home soon. We stood chatting for a while about the film, neither of us wanting to be the one to bring our evening together to an end.

“Do you fancy a MacDonalds?” I eventually managed to say.

I don’t know why it had been so hard for me to ask him such a simple thing. I think I was afraid that he would say no and then I would feel rejected.  I was extremely sensitive at that age and tended to read too much into things.

“Sure!” he replied, “I thought you were never going to ask!”

Smiling broadly, I led the way towards the nearest MacDonalds. He walked at my side in silence for a while and then asked if I wanted to go to his house after we had eaten. I felt almost dizzy with excitement and accepted immediately. As we ate we made the usual small talk but somehow there was an excitement, a nervousness that both of us seemed to be feeling. My stomach felt full of butterflies and I even found it difficult to eat, something with which I never have a problem.

We finished our meal quickly and made our way out. I was beginning to get a little worried now because it was quite late and really I should phone my parents to let them know I was okay. Of course, I didn’t need their permission but I knew they would worry if I didn’t phone. When I mentioned it to Mat he looked at his watch.

“Yes, it is late.” He said, frowning. “You can phone them when you get to mine if you like. In fact, why not tell them you’re staying over!” he added excitedly.

He said it as if he had just thought of it but somehow I had the feeling that this had been the plan all along.

“Won’t your parents mind?” I asked.

I had always been far too polite for my own good, but I needn’t have worried.

“They’re not home.” He answered. “In fact they won’t be home until Monday.

“Okay! Great!” I agreed.

When we arrived at Mats I called my parents to put their minds at rest. I didn’t tell them that Mat and I were in the house alone. I didn’t lie to them, I just didn’t tell them all of the details. They were happy and so was I. What more could anyone ask.

Once the phone call was over and everything was cool, Mat told me to kick off my shoes and then led me into the living room.

“Do you want a beer?” he asked.

As I said, we were in our last year at school so by now we were no strangers to the odd beer.

“Cheers! Yes please!” I answered.

Mat went into the kitchen leaving me alone for a few seconds. I looked around the room taking in my surroundings. Mat’s parents seemed to be very modern in their tastes. Almost everything was white, even the carpet. The place was immaculate and even though I was freshly scrubbed and wearing new clothes I was reluctant to sit down on the spotless white leather sofas.

Mat came back with a bottle for each of us.

“Sit down you dummy! I know the place looks like a showroom but we do live here.” He grinned as he threw himself down onto the biggest sofa.

I sat down on the edge of a chair feeling nervous and afraid to put my bottle down on the table in case it left a mark.

“Tell you what, let’s go up to my room. You’ll be more comfortable there.”

He was right. I felt awkward sat in that glistening living room that seemed to have come straight out of an advert for modern living. I followed him up the stairs and he led me along a short corridor to his room.

This was more like it. It was a mess! Clean, but nevertheless, a mess. I sat on the edge of his bed and he went over to his music system to put something on. Before long the music was pounding out, the TV was on, but muted, he was sat on the floor surrounded by magazines, skateboard, rollerblades and all the other stuff we all collect and I felt much happier. This part of the house at least felt normal to me.

We chatted awkwardly for a few minutes as we finished our beers.

“Time for a top up!” he said, waving his empty bottle as proof. “Back in a minute!”

He disappeared downstairs leaving me alone in his room. I waited patiently looking around the room but before long the temptation was too much. I slid my hand between his mattress and the divan and found the prize I was looking for, a magazine. A quick check to make sure he wasn’t coming back yet and I slid it half out. I had just enough time to see a picture of two guys fucking before I heard the sound of footsteps on the stairs and had to push it back.

I could feel the blood pounding in my neck as he opened the door and I tried to smile naturally.

“What?” he asked suspiciously.

“Nothing! Just happy” I replied.

He passed me my beer and I took a big swig.

By now it was getting quite late. It had been dark for some time but it was weekend and no parents in the house so we decided to play some video games. Mat plugged in the console and we sat side by side, cross legged on the floor in front of the TV. The game was a beat’m’up type with lots of button pushing and stick waggling going on. When I started to win Mat began to lean over, pushing me at critical moments to try to put me off.

“Hey! Not fair!” I protested and began to push him back.

Within minutes our gentle pushing developed into a full blown, but light hearted wrestling match. I have to admit, Mat was a bit stronger than me but we were a similar size and build, both slim and lightly muscled and well matched. As we rolled around the floor, each one trying to gain a small advantage I began to get hard. Mat tried to get me in a headlock and I twisted to get out of it turning to face him. That put me on my back on the floor with him spread eagled over me, his arm around my neck and his head at the side of mine.

Suddenly he froze. As we lay there, gasping from our efforts, I closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling of his weight on top of me and the closeness of his face to mine. I became aware of a small movement against my hip and realised that what I had taken to be his hip bone was in fact his hard cock. It pulsed again and my own pulsed in response, like to people calling to each other. He lifted his head and looked directly into my eyes. For a few seconds we lay there, very still apart from our panting breath and pulsating cocks. I so wanted to kiss him but of course I didn’t.  He got up off me and began to tidy the room.

“Boy this place is a mess!” he said, as if suddenly realising it for the first time.

I didn’t say anything. Instead I picked myself up off the floor and straightened my clothes and hair. After a few minutes of token straightening he asked me if I was ready for bed.

“Yeah, sure okay! But I don’t have any pyjamas. Have you got some you could lend me?” I asked.

“Pyjamas!” he responded “I haven’t worn pyjamas since I was ten! I sleep in the nuddy but you can keep your undies on if you want. I won’t tell!”

I blushed, feeling a bit of an idiot and not a little childish, for saying I still wore pyjamas.

“Where am I sleeping?” I asked.

“How many beds do you see?” he answered with a crooked grin on his face.

“Both of us in the same bed?”

“Don’t worry I won’t molest you or anything. It’s a big bed. Tim slept in it with me when he stayed over.”

Tim was one of the tough guys in the class and not one to be messed with. I mean, he was okay, not nasty or anything but very macho and always chasing the girls. He had a reputation as being the first to have lost his virginity and most of the guys looked up to him.

“Okay…” I muttered feigning reluctance.

We began to strip off and I sat on the edge of the bed as I slid out of my trousers. When I turned to look at Mat he was sliding under the duvet. I didn’t have time to see if he still had his underwear on but when he had laughed at me earlier for wearing pyjamas in bed it had stung so I slipped of my t-shirt then my underpants and tried to join him while keeping my back to him. I decided it was probably best to lie on my stomach to hide my stiff cock.

“So when did Tim stay over?” I asked.

“Oh, a few weeks ago.” he said. “In fact, if I tell you a secret do you promise not to tell ANYBODY!” he continued.

“Okay. I promise” I replied, turning my head to look at him.

Our faces were just inches apart and in the half light coming from the small lamp I could see him checking out my face, looking into my eyes, then at my nose and mouth.

“Come on! Give!” I insisted “You can’t stop now!”

“Okay, okay. But don’t tell anybody!” he repeated.

“Promise!”

“Well…. Do you remember that he came into school one Monday with his neck full of love bites?”

“Yeeesss!” I answered slowly.

“And do you remember that he told everyone that he’d met a girl and they’d fucked and that was how he got the love bites, because she gave them to him as he was pounding her?”

Of course I remembered perfectly because the story had captured the attention of every boy in the class and I can guarantee that most of them wanked that night thinking about it.

“Yeeesss!” I responded again.

He hesitated.

“Well… go on!” I encouraged impatiently. This was going to be big, I could tell it was.

“Well, THAT was the weekend he stayed here.”

I looked at him puzzled, not sure what to make of what he was telling me.

“You mean…You..Him… You know!”

“No you idiot!” he laughed.

“He told me he wanted to show off and was planning a fat tale and he wanted me to help him by giving him the love bites, that’s all! What did you think? That he fucked me?” He laughed again. “You really can be a dumb ass at times.”

“Ohhh!” I said “I see!”

When Mat had finished laughing we lay silently for a while.

“Do you want me to give you one?” he asked. “It might help you to build your rep at school.”

I hesitated pretending to be considering the matter, but the decision had been made instantly.

“Okay… but only a small one and below the neck line!” I eventually answered.

“Turn on your back then.” He ordered “it has to be on the front.”

I turned on my back and covered my crotch with my hands trying to keep my burgeoning cock from being too obvious. Mat moved closer to me and peeled back the duvet revealing my chest. He looked at me for a few seconds then placed his mouth on the front part of my shoulder and began to suck. After a few moments he lifted off and looked at his handiwork.

“You need more than one. I’ll do one on the other side as well.”

Without saying any more he reached across me and placed his mouth on my other shoulder, but this time much closer to my neck. As he sucked he breathed heavily and began to rest his weight on me. As the naked skin of his chest touched mine I closed my eyes enjoying the sensation. After a few minutes of gentle sucking he lifted himself up and looked directly into my eyes.

“Do you remember what we did in the boiler room?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“Do you want to try it again?”

“Yes.”

He leaned slowly towards me and our lips met. At first the kiss was gentle but very quickly it developed into something much more passionate.  He moved closer to me and I felt his stiff cock touch the side of my leg. He stopped and lifted his head looking at me. I took one of my hands off my cock and placed it on the back of his head pushing him down towards me again. As we kissed for the second time he slid his body over mine until he was completely over me. I moved my other hand and our cocks pressed against each other.

He began to thrust rubbing his boner against my hips and at the same time pushing his tongue into my mouth. I sucked on it hungrily. Our breathing was becoming noisy and I couldn’t help the occasional groan or grunt! I placed my hands on his firm ass kneading the soft flesh. He moved down my neck kissing me as he went. When he moved over one of my nipples and nipped it gently with his teeth it sent a shockwave of sensation through my body directly to the tip of my stiff shaft.

“Ohhhh!” I groaned gently.

He began to move lower and I began to panic a little. I wasn’t sure I wanted him to actually see my cock. I reached down and placed my hands under his arms and tried to pull him back up again but he ignored me and continued on down.

“No! No, don’t!” I pleaded, but he still ignored me.

He reached my belly button, just an inch or so away from the tip of my cock. By now it was pulsating wildly and I wasn’t sure how much longer I could hold on.

“Stop, stop stop!” I insisted “if you don’t stop I’ll cum!”

I looked down at the top of his head and he lifted his gaze to look up at me, smiling.

“I know!” he answered.

With that he moved down the small amount necessary to reach my cock. My hands went to his head and tried to pull him off as he went down on my cock.

“No, Really! Don’t! I can’t hold it!” I pleaded.

His warm mouth engulfed the head of my cock and I immediately began to feel the building sensation of an imminent climax.

He began to slide his tongue over the head whilst at the same time grasping the shaft in his hand. He lifted it vertical and took it deep into his throat. It was too much and I knew I was seconds away from squirting my load into his mouth. I pulled desperately at his head.

“I can’t hold it, I can’t hold it!”

Unconsciously I began to thrust my hips pushing my cock deep into his throat as I felt the first spasm behind my balls. Just in time he lifted his head off me and a white streamer of cum arced through the air before spattering on my chest. Another quickly followed it, followed by another and another.

Mat watched the show wide eyed as I bucked beneath him, pushing with my hips, throwing my had back into the pillow and launching streamer after streamer of cum through the air.

Oh God! Oh fuck, aauggh! I gasped.

When I eventually stopped my torso and the surrounding bed were covered in cum.

“Wow! That was amazing!” he said, incredulous.

“I’ll clean you up and then it’s my turn!” he said.

As he disappeared out of the door to fetch me a towel I wondered what he meant. I would soon find out.

 

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