Don’t Push Your Luck By Dave Disclaimer
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This story deals with a gay relationship between minors. If this does not interest you then please leave now. If this does interest you then do read on.
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Part 5 - Another Game Of Cards
It was just under two weeks before I saw Steve again. All ideas of how to visit Steve without my brother having his nose put out of joint had proved fruitless. I could not work out how to do it. This was proving especially frustrating, as I longed to see Steve outside school, and spend time with him, and his totally wonderful body.
On the positive side my relationship with my parents had improved dramatically over the last two weeks, and could be best described as brilliant. I had been allowed to stay up late Friday and Saturday nights to watch films or play video games until I fell asleep on the sofa. My dad would carry me to bed rather than wake me. He was just as gentle as he was when I was a toddler. I was able to play fight again with my dad as well, and we both really enjoyed this. I made sure I spent time with my mum as well. One of the first things we did together we made some cakes. I know this sounds a bit girly for a near teenage boy, but mum didn’t often cook nice stuff. The cakes we made together were brill, and I stuffed more than my fair share down my throat. We started going for family walks as well. We always stopped at an amusement arcade or pub, (and if I was really lucky both). I would be given a few quid (supposed to come out my allowance, but never did), to have some fun and try my luck.
My brother wondered what I was up to being so close and friendly with our parents (he was invited to join us on the walks but always declined), and always glared at me when I was on the sofa between my parents. I didn’t care. My parents were happy. I wasn’t getting shouted at. Best of all I was also being showed a lot of affection and parental love. To be honest I was very happy and contented with my lot.
When Steve did pop round next I was expecting world war three to break out, the atmosphere got that tense.
I knew something was wrong when my brother popped his head round the door to my room and said “Steve is here with me, do you want to play cards again, should be fun.”
I was nervous at this. My brother was very possessive about his few friends, and here he was, Steve literally just entered through the front door and my brother inviting me into his room to play cards with them both. What is wrong, my mind screamed at me. What have they got in store for you, was the next worrying thought that entered my head. My lust to see Steve again overrode these worries, I happily agreed and stated that I would join them in a moment.
After I went into the bathroom I walked into my brother’s bedroom. He was on one side of the room, Steve was on the opposite side of the room. Steve gave me a cheery hello, but the atmosphere in the room told me there was major tension between Steve and Daniel. I was being used as a safety pawn to keep things from going nuclear. This was not a situation I wanted to be in but it was too late now.
“What game shall we play” Daniel started, and looked at me as I was the limiting factor in this.
“Poker this time” came my cheery response. I was trying to diffuse the situation. “Mum and dad have given me some lessons and taught me how to play,” I continued.
“Brill,” said my brother. We all sat on the floor in a triangle and Daniel got the cards out from where he kept them.
“Ordinary poker or strip poker?” I asked Daniel who was shuffling the deck. This was to prove a bad question to ask.
“Strip!” said Steve forcefully; “with a forfeit for the eventual loser!” he finished. The tone in Steve’s voice made the hair on the back of my neck stand on end. I was now even more worried than when I entered the room. Steve was really pissed off with my brother and wanted to make him pay for something. I was going to have to find out what had happened. This was something I could not do here and now. It would be too dangerous to ask.
The game started and Steve won the first round. Daniel and I looked at each other’s cards. My brother had the weakest hand and he took off his trainers. Daniel then won the next round. Steve and I compared cards. I had the worst hand and so off came my trainers.
The game carried on like this for a while. It was actually getting very heated when I won a round. This meant either Steve or Daniel would have to lose an item of clothing. They were being overly competitive and tried every rule and get out there was to make the other one lose the item of clothing. Looking back I should have just walked out when they had one of their spats. They would have had a big fight, which would have cleared the air. It would have also meant I would not have got the beating I did. (Will tell you about that one further on).
I was unlucky and ended up naked first. I then lost the next hand as well and once again I was the loser. Steve was really gutted about the fact I had lost. He had really wanted my brother to be the ultimate loser. By now both Steve and Daniel were both in their boxers. Steve lost the next hand and Daniel lost the hand after that. Whoever won this hand would be the winner and would be able to give me the forfeit. I dealt the cards feeling very nervous. After the put downs and pick ups the cards were laid out. Daniel had won. I wasn’t too worried. Steve on the other hand was very disappointed. Daniel looked at me and then said, “You will be my servant not this weekend but next weekend.”
“Okay,” was my reply, I could not really refuse.
“Do you fancy a chance to get out of it?” asked Daniel teasing me.
What have I got to lose, I thought. “What are the rules then?” I asked.
“We both cut the pack and the highest card wins. Ace counts as one and is lowest card,” my brother started. “If you win I will be your servant next weekend. If I win you will be my slave instead of my servant from Friday afternoon right through to Monday morning for the school bus,” was my brother’s response.
The jump in forfeit seems a bit steep I thought to myself. The only plus was at least I would know where I stood. “Deal,” I said, and we shook on it.
Steve gave the cards a good shuffle and then put them on the floor between my brother and me.
“You can go first,” Daniel said, and I cut the pack.
I cut the ten of hearts. Good card I thought. Now it was Daniel’s turn to cut the pack. Jack of Diamonds came up. I had lost. Big time!
“Back in a minute,” said my brother. He put on a pair of jeans and bounded out of the room. He left a confused Steve and me in the room and went downstairs. Steve and I heard voices downstairs and after a short pause Daniel came back into the room.
Small twist in the forfeit,” Daniel declared. My mind went mad wondering how much worse it could get. What had my brother done!
“Mum has agreed to it, and if Steve’s parents are okay with it you will be going to Steve’s next weekend to have Steve as your master!” Daniel stated.
My mouth dropped open. What the hell was going on? Daniel had deliberately called me into his room to play cards with him and his best friend. This was the same best friend who Daniel was very possessive of to the point of obsession. Daniel had got me to agree to a forfeit he would love as he could batter me with immunity from punishment for any minor error or wrongdoing. After managing all that he was now giving me away to Steve. Something was very amiss here. The look on my face and Steve’s face come to mention it made Daniel explain.
“I upset Steve last week. I was wrong to do what I did. I need to apologise to Steve properly. Steve obviously enjoyed whatever you two did during your last visit. I wanted to do something to make Steve happy and to show I am genuinely sorry. This was all I could come up with,” Daniel said, and then looking directly at Steve said, “Please accept my apologies. Use Matthew however you want to make yourself happy. You have him as a slave to do with as you wish next weekend,” Daniel finished.
I was actually feeling rather dirty and used listening to my brother’s statement. I had effectively been “sold” to pay off a debt of honour. The only good thing was that I was going to spend an entire long weekend with Steve if his parents gave permission.
“I will call my folks,” Steve said. He was still not entirely sure about what was going through my brother’s mind.
After about five minutes Steve came back into the bedroom. He stated his parents had said it was okay. They had asked Steve to make all the necessary arrangements. To this end Steve and I left my brother’s room to sort things out. I was worried by my brother’s response when we had both left the room though. He closed his bedroom door and we heard it lock! I gave Steve a look that said “what on earth was all that about!” He looked at me and said, “let’s go into your room and I will explain.”
It turns out that after I had left Steve’s two weekends ago his friendship with my brother had taken a major battering. The day I left Steve was fuming about my brother’s treatment of me, (see part four), and it was only my pleading that had meant my brother had not got a major beating that weekend. My brother had compounded the problem by spending half an hour praising Steve for his sadistic treatment of me. It was only when Steve told him to drop the subject, and that was not the reason Daniel was there for. My brother was not happy with the rebuke, but said nothing about it. They goofed around as usual.
The next weekend (last weekend) my brother arrived at Steve’s as usual. Things went on as usual until I had come up in conversation. My brother had said something very derogatory about me, and Steve had come to my defence. Steve had stated that the comment my brother had made was pushing things too far. This statement had brought a sharp rebuke from Daniel. In a matter of moments a major row had erupted. Steve had then gone on to say something very insulting to Daniel along the lines of “at least Matthew has feelings and is not a thuggish prat.” Daniel’s response to this was to quickly punch Steve in the face. Instead of giving Daniel a proper beating (which Steve would have easily been able to do) Steve simply left his room and went to the bathroom. Daniel was apologising to Steve as he left the room. Steve looked himself over in the bathroom mirror. Although there was blood coming from his nose and his lower lip was swelling a bit there was nothing broken. Steve (still fuming) then went from the bathroom back to his bedroom where Daniel was sitting on the floor. Daniel started to apologise again as soon as Steve entered the room. This was wasted on Steve this time however. Steve was really pissed off and if my brother had stayed he would have had the crap beaten out of him. Steve simply grabbed Daniel by the hair and pulled Daniel to his feet. Steve then led Daniel down the stairs, out of the front door, along the drive, and dumped him the other side of the front garden fence. Steve then left a stunned looking Daniel at the gate and returned to the house. Steve picked up all of Daniel’s stuff and put it all into his bag. Steve then went back to the front door and hurled the bag at Daniel. As Steve is quite strong the bag sailed above my brother’s head and landed the other side of the road. Daniel went and picked up his stuff. He then put on a t-shirt as he was bare chest. Daniel also put on his trainers back on. He had been barefooted whilst in Steve’s house (no shoes rule at Steve’s house). Daniel then had to sit on the pavement for three hours until our mum arrived to take him home. Steve hadn’t spoken to Daniel since. That had only changed today that is and only because Steve had forgotten to ask anyone else if he could pop over while he waited for his parents.
“Lucky me” I thought after Steve finished the story. “I get a long weekend with you because my brother is a prat. I can live with that,” I finished.
We spent the next hour arranging the plans for next weekend. Before I knew it his parents were here and Steve had to leave.
Just before we went downstairs Steve knocked on my brother’s bedroom door to say he was off. Daniel didn’t come out of the room but thanked Steve and asked if I could see Steve out. He also told Steve he would not be able to make it to Steve’s house tomorrow and he was sorry. I was then worried as I saw Steve’s hands clench into a fist. Steve remained calm and said that it was fine and we both went towards the front door.
“What you doing tomorrow?” Steve then asked taking me by surprise a bit.
“Nothing,” was my honest response, “all my mates are busy.”
“Brill,” was Steve’s response, “come round to my place if you want. I have got a family bbq in the evening but you are welcome until I have to get changed and ready.”
“Can I?” I instantly asked my mum who was at the front door.
“Of course,” she responded, “as long as you have your room tidy and all your washing in the basket before bedtime,” she finished.
Mums have a brilliant way of blackmailing you to do things you don’t want to do but I wanted to see Steve so tidying my room would actually be worth it. I readily agreed.
“Be round about 10” I called as Steve got into the car. Steve gave his mum a quick look and gave me a thumbs up as he was told that was fine. The car then left. I was happy as anything as I gave my mum a thank you kiss on her cheek and bounded upstairs to tidy my room and sort out all my dirty clothes as agreed.
“Aaaaarrrrrrgggggghhhhhhhhhh!” I yelled as a went into my room and my brother was there waiting for me. He closed the door and the next thing I knew he had his hand round my throat and pinned me against the now closed door.
“Now listen up, don’t make a sound!” Daniel instructed. “Steve is my best friend and I don’t like the fact he is pissed off with me so when you go over there for the weekend you will do exactly what he wants when he wants it. I don’t care how much you may think it is sick or whatever YOU DO IT! Understand?” he growled at me.
I nodded my head to state I had understood. I was unable to say anything with my brother’s hand round my throat and I was gently released. It was only then I noticed my brother had been crying and feeling sorry for my Daniel I said to him “you really miss having Steve as a friend don’t you?”
My brother didn’t say anything. He just nodded and asked how I knew. I told him his eyes showed he had been crying. My brother gave me such a look I thought he was going to kill me there and then. Instead of doing that he looked in the mirror and saw I was telling the truth. He then merely swore me to keep quiet about him being so emotional. My throat still being sore from the hold he had recently had on it so I wasn’t going to say no and quickly nodded.
I was then left to tidy my room and put dirty clothes in the laundry basket, as I needed to do to see Steve tomorrow. The rest of the day passed off without a hitch for me. We all had a nice tea. My brother went out, not to return till the morning and I had my parents to myself.
This was paying dividends for me as we all went for a walk with one of the neighbour’s dogs, as the neighbour was feeling unwell. We stopped at a nice pub for a drink and snacks. I really wished for a dog to have as a pet. Still no luck on that one though as my parents stated with both of them working it would be unfair on the dog.
We were nearly home when we got a film from Blockbuster. After dropping the dog off we all settled down to watch the film. I asked if I could squidge between my parents on the sofa and was told “of course” by both of my parents in unison.
I didn’t see much of the film. I was asleep after only half an hour. My dad paused the film, picked up my sleeping form and put me to bed in just my undies. This once I actually woke up as my dad was undressing me and before he left I gave him a big hug. As he kissed me on the forehead I said to him “I know I am getting a bit old for this but thank you dad. I really do love you and mum.”
“I know” he replied, “and we both love you as well.” Instead of him leaving the room he sat beside me and asked, “what brought about this sudden change in behaviour?”
I sat up a bit, a little shocked by my dad’s brutally honest question. After a moment’s thought I realised that as far as my parents were concerned I had recently had a major change in behaviour and so honestly replied “Steve showed me that I was capable of loving people and being loved by people. I had just taken things for granted here and Steve made me realise what I had in you and mum because I really had forgot.
My dad nodded as if he fully understood my answer and ruffled my hair. He then gave me a proper hug almost crushing me into him. I was then given another kiss on the forehead and after this my dad left the room to let me sleep.
I went to sleep a very happy boy. My parents were happy and I was happy. I was going to see Steve tomorrow and then for a long weekend the next weekend. Could things be any better?
Part 6 – My second visit to Steve’s
The sun was bright and warm as I woke. It was going to be a glorious day. If the feel of the sun through my windows were anything to go by it would be hot as well. I switched off the alarm and looked at the alarm clock. 8.05. “Good” I thought to myself. Forty minutes till the bus for Steve’s.
I turned to my moneybox and gave it a shake. Nothing!
I jumped out of bed in a major panic. Where was all the money? How was I going to get to Steve’s with no bus fare?
I ran down the stairs to see if either of my parents were there. No! I then ran upstairs and almost sent my dad flying who was just coming out of their bedroom.
“Whoa!” he started, “what’s the panic?”
“There is no money in my moneybox!” I stated, “I can’t get to Steve’s without bus fare.” I finished sounding very worried.
“Sorry,” came the disembodied voice of my mum. “I banked it yesterday as it was so full,” she continued. “Take what you need out of my purse for the bus and a few quid for ice creams or whatever,” she finished.
“Thanks,” I called back as I darted down the stairs again towards the kitchen for my mum’s purse. “Walk!” my dad shouted at me as I neared the bottom of the stairs. I found my mum’s purse and took out the bus fare in coins. I then took a five pound note for any snacks we might get.
As I was in the kitchen I had my breakfast first and then showered and dressed. I was out the house at 8.35 to get the bus.
After a slow enjoyable bus ride on an almost empty bus I was outside Steve’s door at 9.30. It was a shame the bus was hourly but I didn’t care that day. I was here. I was happy. Best of all I was spending time with Steve today.
I rang the doorbell and Steve’s dad answered. He told me Steve was running a quick errand to the corner shop to get a paper and would be back soon. I was free to go wait in his room.
After thanking Steve’s dad and saying hello to Steve’s mum I went upstairs. I found a note addressed to me on Steve’s bedroom door. I opened the note and read what Steve had written. The note said: -
Handcuffs are on the bed. Please take off all you clothes and cuff your hands behind your back! Trust me! Steve.
My heart skipped a beat. As I went into Steve’s room I looked at the bed and sure enough there were the cuffs. There was also a blindfold. A piece of paper under the blindfold said, “This is not compulsory.”
I took a deep breath as I closed the door. I thought to myself, “In for a penny, in for a pound,” and took off all my clothes. These I piled onto a chair and put one cuff round a wrist and clicked it so it was tight but didn’t hurt. I was intent on showing Steve how much I trusted him and put on the blindfold. I then put both my arms behind my back and putting all my trust in Steve I did the bravest thing yet (I thought so anyway), and cuffed my other hand as well so that they were both behind my back and also cuffed to one of the supports to Steve’s bed. Now I couldn’t even run away.
In less than five minutes Steve was back and silently entered the room. I didn’t hear him enter, as the door to Steve’s room was totally silent. I jumped out of my skin when I felt someone touch the very end of my flaccid cock.
“Cheers Matthew!” came the disembodied voice. Next thing I knew was that amazing wetness that surrounded my little cock. I moaned in pleasure. Steve was here.
“Open your mouth,” the disembodied voice said. I obeyed and a sock gag was again put into my mouth so I didn’t make too much noise and arose suspicion.
The wetness returned to my little cock. My cock quickly expanded to its full three inch erect state and the sucking, wetness, heat, and tongue work soon had me in a full state of bliss. I wanted to take the head that was giving me all this pleasure but the handcuffs meant I was stuck where I was. I was powerless to do anything but enjoy the amazing sensations being sent through my little 11 year old body.
I was moaning and my toes were curling in bliss at the sensations this invisible mouth was giving me. I then felt two powerful hands kneading my little buttocks. This was giving me even more pleasure. Soon they moved to my little nipples and began to play with them. Rubbing, tweaking, and pulling to give me even more to moan in pleasure about. This sent me over the edge and I had a wonderfully powerful orgasm. My legs gave way and only the powerful hands put back on my buttocks stopped me from dropping to the floor.
As soon as I was able to I stood up again. The blindfold was then removed to show Steve standing in front of me and smiling at me.
“Good enough start to the day?” he asked grinning from ear to ear.
“Mmph mpph mmmpphhh!” was my response as the gag was still in place.
Steve laughed out loud and then took out the gag. He immediately replaced it with his warm mouth. His tongue explored my mouth and my tongue then explored his.
“Now what were you saying?” Steve asked after we broke the kiss.
“Best start possible,” I told him, “it was so amazing. The sensations are so much more powerful when you can only concentrate on them and cannot see.” I said. “Thank you,” I added with total sincerity.
“My pleasure,” Steve said smiling, “now did you bring any swimming shorts?” he added.
“No,” I replied, forgetting Steve had a pool.
“Sweet!” Steve replied, “That means I will have to apply sun cream everywhere!” he added with a wicked grin on his face making me smile as well.
“Be gentle please!” I said, trying to sound as pathetic as possible. (I was still cuffed to the bed). Steve laughed hysterically at this and I joined in. When we both calmed down Steve fetched the sun cream and gave me a quick kiss on the lips before starting to apply the sun cream to my face.
“I have missed having a laugh with you,” Steve told me as he applied the cream to my neck. “You are so much more fun than your brother. You are so easy going and up for a laugh at your own expense,” he finished.
I then told Steve about how upset my brother was that Steve was pissed off with him as my chest and back had sun cream lovingly rubbed in by Steve. Steve told me he was upset as well, but my brother had to learn that some things you said out loud and some things you thought and never said. It was best that way. I must admit I had to agree.
Steve was now putting the sun cream on my legs. His gentle rubbing was getting me very excited, which Steve did not miss.
“Tell your cock to calm down!” Steve joked, giving my little erection a gentle slap. “Plenty of time to have fun yet,” he added as I gave out a little moan. This was part pleasure and part mild discomfort at the slap.
Finally Steve put sun cream on my little bubble butt, (which we both really enjoyed), and my genitals (which I REALLY enjoyed) and we were nearly ready to go to the garden to have some fun.
“Something wrong!” said Steve looking round. “Towels ready, yes, you untied, got key here,” Steve mused, “Oh yeah,” he said, “I am still dressed,” he finished. “You can have the pleasure,” Steve stated as he unclipped the handcuffs.
“My pleasure,” I said as soon as I could move my arms again. I quickly dropped to my knees and pulled off Steve’s socks.
I then stood up onto Steve’s bed to take of his T-shirt. As soon as I had done this I quickly took off Steve’s tracksuit bottoms and underwear in one hit.
“Oh fuck you are so gorgeous!” I stated out loud looking Steve over again. In the bright sunlight he looked even better that two weeks ago if that were possible. My heart really ached wishing that Steve were my brother and not Daniel.
Steve brought his mouth to mine again. He kissed me really gently. Whilst doing this he picked me up. I grabbed the towels as we went past them and put them on my lap to cover my erection from Steve’s parents as I was carried through the house to the garden.
As soon as we got into the garden the full heat from the sun hit us both. It was going to be a very warm day. Just right to be naked I thought to myself. (I was slowly getting comfortable with my body and having it on show). I threw the two towels onto two sun loungers as we went past them. I knew where we were going and it involved getting very wet.
“Deep breath!” came the gentle instruction as the pool neared. Next thing I knew, that was it. We were both in the cooling water of the pool.
We both came to the surface after “jumping in” and shivered. The pool was a lot cooler than the outside temperature but was still lovely.
“Thank you for inviting me,” I said to Steve as soon as we were both above the water. I then splashed him.
“No problem,” Steve replied splashing me back.
Steve then started chasing me in the water. As soon as he caught me he gave me a wicked grin and pushed me under the surface. To my surprise he then dunked himself under the water and kissed me there in the middle of the pool with us both under the surface.
I came up coughing and spluttering whilst Steve laughed.
“You’ve got some balls!” I said. “Your parents could have seen everything!”
“My parents are fine,” Steve told me. “They know what I am like,” he continued, “and anyway it’s you who wants my balls!” he finished laughing at the face I pulled.
“This is war!” I screamed at Steve who had now pulled himself out of the pool. After mooning me (waving his bare bum at me), he said, “bet you can’t get it!” pointing at his bum.
“You watch,” I replied and gave chase. This gave rise to a game of naked tag, wrestling, general running around slapping bums, having a lot of fun, and laughing. The fact we were both naked was not relevant to either of us. We were both having a lot of fun and clothes were not an issue. I have to admit I didn’t mind in the slightest that I was naked. I was having fun with good company and that was all that mattered to me. I was to be in for a shock later though.
We stopped when the running around, heat, and hunger put together made us realise the time. It was now two in the afternoon and we headed inside after putting the towels round our waists and had sandwiches, crisps, and squash.
“No running around for a little while,” Steve’s dad gently told us both and we decided to go upstairs for a little while. As soon as we were in Steve’s room I closed and locked the door. I pushed Steve onto his bed while pulling his towel off him and then pulled my own towel off.
Steve was now lying on his bed totally naked. I gently climbed on top of him and said “Can I suck you off and then you do the same to me?”
“Of course you can,” was Steve’s gentle reply. He then smiled that wonderful smile at me. This told me he was mine for the taking. Take him I would.
I quickly turned around so my bubble butt was near Steve’s face and gently began playing with his wonderful big flaccid cock. As soon as Steve’s cock was at its full scale nine and a bit inches I put the head into my mouth and went as far down as I could without gagging. I shuffled myself down so my butt was now as close to Steve’s arms and head as possible. I wanted Steve to play with my butt as he had done before. I started to kiss, lick, and suck on Steve’s lovely big cock hoping Steve would play with my butt cheeks at the same time.
Steve did indeed play with my butt cheeks for a few moments. He then did something I did not expect. I felt Steve put his mouth up to my ass crack. Steve first kissed and then licked at my little puckered hole. The sensations sent a wild shudder through my young body and I went down on Steve’s cock with a vengeance. This was to say thank you for the pleasure he was giving me.
A sheen of sweat was building on us both and Steve’s body was now slick with the combined sweat from himself and me on top of him. I could not wait for Steve to have his orgasm as I knew the sweat was making my body move around which was exciting Steve even more as my body was rubbing his nipples as it moved.
Soon enough Steve’s big cock got a little bigger, a little wider, and a lot harder (if that was possible) and my mouth was again filled with a big helping of cum. I drank this down as fast as I could and waited for Steve’s cock to gently soften so I could milk the last of the cum out of it. I came at the same time as the sensations of my cock sliding in all the sweat and the rimming Steve was giving me was just too much.
A few minutes later I was kissing Steve full on whilst still lying on top of him so I didn’t cover his bed with all the sweat. We stopped kissing and I asked Steve why he had kissed my ass crack.
“I read on the net that it could be good and thought I would give it a go,” was the honest response. I looked at Steve who must have read my mind. He lifted his legs up to his chest as if to give permission if I wanted to try.
I scooted down to the bottom of the bed and knowing that we had been swimming knew that Steve’s butt crack would be clean. I was still nervous though. I looked at Steve who had noticed my concern and simply said, “Only if you want to.”
I looked at Steve’s butt again but my nerves were not ready and I gave Steve a little shake of the head. He put his legs either side of me, sat up, and gave me a big hug.
“When you are ready just say. No pressure and no forcing you.” Steve lovingly told me. I hugged Steve back thinking how lucky I was that he was so caring and also so willing to take things at a pace we were both happy with.
“Swim time?” I asked looking into Steve’s eyes. He did not answer but picked me up, and walked us both back into the garden. I was getting used to having an Adonis carry me around and I knew Steve secretly enjoyed it as well. Even if he would never tell me out loud.
“Diving board?” Steve asked. I was nervous, but thought to myself got to give it a go sometime and so answered, “you first so I can see how you do it, and then I will have a go.”
Steve gave me a big grin and gently put me down just by the diving board. He then went up the few steps, walked along the board, stopped at the end, and simply dived in. After he surfaced he asked if I wanted to be shown again. I smiled and shook my head. I went up the steps, along the board and with my heart almost thumping out of my chest stood on the end of the board. I then simply bent over, put my arms forward, took a deep breath and let gravity do the rest.
It wasn’t an elegant dive by a long shot but it was a start. Steve was full of praise that I had done it. He then promised to help me to get better when I was round for the weekend. After some time in the pool we both went to the sun loungers and sat next to each other enjoying some drinks and being in each other’s company.
I had not realised the time but by now it was almost five in the evening and my mum had an errand to run in the area where Steve lived. She had done a short shift at work to cover someone’s holiday and had stopped at Steve’s to see if I wanted a lift home instead of waiting for a bus. She had been shown to the back garden by Steve’s mum and was now standing beside me casting a shadow over my face. Because of the sun my eyes had been closed and I had not seen my mum approach.
I opened my eyes to see what was causing the shadow and almost jumped out of my skin to see my own mum looking over the naked form of Steve and myself in the garden. I screamed very loudly “MUM!” At the same time I fell off the sun lounger in my surprise.
Steve jumped at this and looked around to see what the noise was about. I had fallen off the sun lounger and was desperately grabbing at a towel to cover my modesty. This was with no luck I must add. It was trapped under my naked body and the toppled over sun lounger. Steve (who had half sat on the towel, and the other half was over the edge of the seat) had merely turned the towel over to cover his modesty, grabbed a spare towel beside him and gave it to me so I could cover myself up.
With the towel around my waist and my face beetroot red I politely asked my mum why she was here. After getting the answer I looked at Steve.
“I have to get showered and changed soon,” he reluctantly said, “so I suppose it would be a good idea if your mum doesn’t mind waiting while you get dressed and sorted. Sorry, I didn’t realise how late it was.” Steve finished.
My mum said she would wait and accepted the offer of a cup of tea while we both showered to get the sweat and sun cream off and I could get dressed. As usual we both showered together and Steve joked about my facial expressions and shock when my mum arrived considering she had probably seen me naked more than anyone else in the world. I did have to laugh at this and thanked Steve for knowing just what to say. I happily let him soap me all over before returning the favour. Just a shame there was no time to play with each other’s bodies.
Thirty minutes after leaving the garden we were both downstairs. I was wearing what I had worn that morning and Steve (looking very handsome wearing a smart casual shirt, and dark trousers) was ready to meet the family who would be arriving any time from six. I had asked Steve to do me a picture of him in the shirt and trousers while we were still in the bedroom. To my surprise he actually said he would. He also told me he would put it into a frame ready for my next visit.
My mum and I both said our goodbyes (I had already said goodbye to Steve properly in his bedroom) and we got into the very hot car (it had been a very warm day) and headed home.
I was still embarrassed that I had been caught naked by my mum but she told me that while she had been waiting for me Steve’s mum had told her all about the way their children had been brought up and apologised for not warning her about it. I asked my mum if it bothered her that I was naked around Steve and his parents and was immediately told “of course not.” This was with the provision that I always did as I was told in regards to being naked in their house. My mum also told me that she was proud of me for making the effort to at least try being naked around Steve’s house instead of just freaking out about it, telling everyone about it at school and getting Steve beaten up. To be honest I never thought about it that way.
My mum then really embarrassed me by saying that at least spending the weekend with Steve and probably being naked for most of that weekend I wouldn’t make a big load of laundry for her. Seeing me blush bright red my mum laughed. My mum did promise not to let my brother know about how good a friend I had become with Steve, as she realised how he would probably take the news that I was a very good friend of Steve’s. I gave my mum a kiss on the cheek and we continued the drive home.
End of part 6, part 7 to come soon.