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 7 - The Long Weekend at Steve’s, Preparing and Friday
The six days between my visits to Steve’s really dragged. It took an age for the week to pass, but finally it was Thursday evening. I now was in my bedroom packing my bag for the three night stay. I was so excited I had been bouncing off the walls for most of the day and had been pushing my luck with my parents. I had been politely but firmly told to go to my room to pack and calm down.
The only thing that was bothering me was the way my brother was behaving. He had been holed up in his room for the best part of a fortnight now, only coming out for food and to go to school. If I had known what was really going on I would not have ended up in the mess I found myself caught up in over the next week. (This will all become clear in part 11).
My brother entered my room making me jump, as I did not hear him. He saw the clothes and books I had packed and looking at the size of the bag whispered, “You know you are going as a slave don’t you?”
“Of course” I whispered back, “but mum must think it is a normal stay over or all hell would break loose.” I finished.
“Good thinking” was all my brother could come up with and then punched me on the arm for being cheeky to him. He then stated again that whatever Steve wanted he was to get whether I wanted to do it or not.
Whilst rubbing my sore arm I reassured my brother he had nothing to worry about. Steve would have the best slave ever. At this my brother nodded his head and left my room leaving me to finish packing.
Looking at my alarm clock I could see I should already be in bed. I went downstairs to say goodnight to my parents. This done I went to the bathroom and after dealing with the essentials went to bed.
I had trouble settling down for sleep that night. The excitement kept me tossing and turning for a couple of hours, but I eventually found sleep. I slept soundly until the alarm clock let me know it was time to get up for a new day.
I normally don’t like the alarm clock going off. I normally don’t want to face yet another day at school but today was different. I bounced out of bed and seeing the sun beaming in through the window despite the curtains took a deep happy breath. Only nine hours to wait until I would be with Steve for almost three whole days.
After washing, dressing, and lugging both bags downstairs I went into the kitchen for breakfast. I had a grin like a Cheshire cat on my face which mum noticed.
“You look like the cat about to get the cream” she shot at me. This comment made my dad laugh out loud as I went bright red. If only mum knew the truth about my actually getting “Steve’s cream!”
“Mum” I whined, still embarrassed, but still smiling as I sat down for breakfast. It was too early in the morning to be shot down and mum had just shot me down big time.
“She really got you this morning” my dad mused as I sat beside him. “Don’t worry,” he continued, “she has been getting better at it for 20 years now. I often get caught out by your mum’s razor sharp comments,” he finished, and playfully poked his tongue out at mum.
Mum noticed my dad’s tongue poking and slapped my dad round the back of the neck as she went by. Now it was my turn to laugh at my dad’s expense.
After eating breakfast I was ready to leave for the school bus. Dad stopped me just before the front door and stuck some money in my hand. I looked, and my eyes bulged. He had just put ten five pound notes in my hand. My dad noticing my surprise put one finger to my lips to say keep quiet about it. Instead of saying anything I wrapped my arms around my dad and gave him a big hug.
With the money safely hidden away in the bag with my clothes in I made my way to the bus stop for school. I got the bus as usual but my brother didn’t. Odd I thought, and then forgot about it.
The school day really dragged (always does when you really want to leave to do something nice). Finally the bell rang and I was now free to spend sixty hours in the company of the most wonderful person (except my parents) in my young life.
I was out the door like greased lightening, got the weekend bag from my locker, and ran off to where Steve said I needed to meet him for his school bus.
Steve was there ready and waiting. There was no public showing of affection. That would only get us beaten up. To my surprise Steve had a mini coach to get him to and from school. Even more surprising this was for only ten pupils. Some people do get it good I mused as we all boarded.
Steve led me up to the back seats and the coach soon left to take us home. The other eight pupils were all down the front, and where the seats in the mini coach were high backed I couldn’t see anyone, only hear them. I sat by the window as I always do and Steve sat beside me.
“Trust me?” Steve asked as soon as the coach started moving. I nodded my head. The next instant Steve had his hand on the zip of my school trousers, pulled it down, and had his hand in my trousers before I could get my hands down there. I did get my hands down there a moment later and gripped Steve’s hand tightly.
Steve merely looked at me, and I whispered “is it safe?”
Steve nodded and I moved my hands away. Steve instantly had his hand below my pants and was slowly jerking me off. I took off my school tie and jammed it in my mouth to stop my moaning being heard by the other people in the coach. This brought a big smile to Steve’s face.
The slow jerking continued until we were almost at Steve’s stop. He reluctantly took his hand out from my trousers. I got myself comfortable and did up the fly to my trousers just as the coach stopped where we had to get off.
In two minutes I was outside Steve’s house again and a broad smile was across my face. After entering the front door, and putting shoes in the rack Steve shouted he was home. “In the kitchen” came the disembodied voice of Steve’s mum.
We both entered the kitchen to say hello.
This was soon done and after we were asked to bring all school uniform stuff that needed washing down before tea we headed to Steve’s room.
As soon as we were inside his room Steve grabbed me. I was picked up off the ground and given a long deep snog. My cock was hard instantly. Steve had a wicked grin on his face as he put me down. That was all I needed. I shed my clothes with record speed and stood there with my little boy erection ready for Steve to do whatever he wanted.
Steve was also undressing, but after taking off his school clothes he merely gathered them all up (including mine) and gave them to me. After seeing my puzzled face he gently but forcibly turned me around and started pushing me towards the door.
“I’m hard!” I whispered to Steve in a panic.
“Don’t worry,” whispered Steve “you will be soft by the time you get to the kitchen” he finished pushing me out of the bedroom. “Now, go on!”
Mortified I went downstairs with the laundry into the kitchen where Steve’s mum was waiting. Smiling she got up to take the clothes from me. Thankfully Steve was right about my erection. It had totally disappeared with my nerves.
“Very kind of you” Steve’s mum commented. “Steve should have done this.
“It’s okay” I happily responded, “I volunteered to bring the washing down.”
After telling that little white lie the washing was taken from me. Steve’s mum headed to the laundry room and I ran back upstairs.
“You sod!” I shouted at Steve, hitting him on the arm at the same time.
“Now now!” responded Steve. I thought you were supposed to be my slave!”
I had forgotten all about that! I immediately apologised to Steve for being so forgetful. I then apologised for punching him.
“You will have to do a little punishment for your errors” Steve began. “Tidy my room and quickly” he finished.
I sighed. I had asked for it, but sighed anyway. I quickly got to work and had the bedroom spotless in less than half an hour.
“The vacuum cleaner is in the cupboard just by the bathroom. You can do that as well this time.” Steve then instructed. He was enjoying seeing my little naked body running around his room doing as he ordered.
I quickly went to the cupboard and found the vacuum cleaner. The bedroom floor was quickly vacuumed and the cleaner replaced. Steve looked round at his now spotless bedroom.
“Thank you” Steve then said as we exchanged another long kiss. “I don’t really want you to be my slave this weekend. I want you to be my lover, so please behave so I don’t have to punish you” he finished.
“I promise,” I happily told Steve.
We then got ready for tea. Steve took off his socks and boxers. He then replaced them with a pair of tracksuit bottoms. I went into my weekend bag and put on a pair of tightish shorts that let Steve see my little bum in all its glory. He smiled at me and put a hand on each butt cheek.
“You are trying to lead me astray,” Steve stated.
“Is it working?” I cheekily answered.
“Oh yes!” Steve replied before slapping my butt cheeks playfully to send me downstairs with Steve right behind me.
After an enjoyable cooked tea Steve decided we would spend some time in the garden. After the usual reminder about letting our food settle before going in the pool we were excused. Less than thirty seconds later the clothes had been shed and we were both naked in the garden heading for the sun loungers.
As usual Steve started to apply sun cream to my pale body (in comparison to Steve’s). I moaned about this, being very jealous of Steve’s golden all over body tan. Steve laughed at this. I had got hard again, and Steve looked towards the house. Noticing that no one was watching us quickly flicked his tongue over the tip of my cock. As the foreskin was still retracted from earlier I gasped as the bolt of pleasure went up my body.
“No fair” was my response, “I am not allowed to get you back”.
Steve flashed me a devilish grin. He was enjoying the subtle power trip he was having, and secretly, so did I. I was not going to tell Steve that though.
Having put cream all over my body we spent the next hour relaxing. Although Steve was excellent company and the conversation never got boring I had too much energy to sit still any longer and asked Steve if we could have some fun in the pool before it got too dark and cold.
“Of course” was Steve’s response, “if you can carry me there!”
This was a challenge I was going to give my all.
“You won’t try to make it difficult for me will you?” I asked with apprehension.
“No” Steve replied, “I just want to see if you can do it,” was the earnest response.
I went to where Steve was sitting. Steve moved his legs up a bit so I could hook one arm underneath them. He had also leaned forward so I could put an arm around his back. I had forgotten how broad Steve was across the chest. My arm only just went far enough around for me to get a firm hold.
“You sure you are okay to do this?” asked Steve with real feeling in his voice.
Without saying a word I hoisted Steve up into my arms to say yes.
It was only ten foot to the pool, but it might as well been a mile. While not fat Steve was four years older, well built, and a lot heavier than I gave credit for.
I did make it and flashing Steve a smile stood on the poolside edge. I then took a deep breath and without saying anything hoisted Steve up a bit higher and threw him into the pool.
Steve hit the water with a big splash and sank to the bottom of the pool before coming up to the surface again.
“Not bad little squirt!” was the cheeky response. “You are stronger than people give you credit” he finished.
I flashed Steve a big grin and bombed the pool literally a few inches from where Steve was floating.
“Cheeky sod!” Steve yelled at me when I had surfaced. He then stuck one of his hands on top of my head and dunked me. As you can imagine that started another “battle of the pool” between Steve and myself. There was a lot of water splashing, noise, and general insult throwing between the pair of us.
SPLASH!
Steve and I were both caught off guard as Steve’s dad bombed the pool just a couple of feet from where we were having a splashing contest with each other.
After we both stopped spluttering and coughing we looked to see where the laughter was coming from. Both of Steve’s parents had joined us. Steve’s dad was in the water with us and Steve’s mum had her legs dangling in the pool just a few feet away.
“Got both of you!” Steve’s dad said with an air of triumph.
“No fair!” Steve and I both piped up in unison.
After the initial shock of what had just been said went away all four of us were laughing. Steve and I really were behaving as if we were brothers. The significance of this event had not been missed by either of Steve’s parents. (They didn’t say anything, but it did confirm to them just how close Steve and I were and how much we had started to mean to each other).
After we had all calmed down a bit I noticed that Steve’s dad was wearing swimming shorts. Steve had noticed this as well. He then shocked me by having a go at his dad about wearing the shorts when the pair of us were naked.
Steve’s dad was having none of it from his son though and shot him down in style by reminding him that if he had jumped in naked it may have made me very uncomfortable.
Steve was forced to apologise for his outburst. His father had been right. I might have been very embarrassed.
To ease the mild tension Steve’s dad then splashed a huge wave of water at the pair of us.
Both coughing and spluttering again we fought back. In no time there was water flying everywhere. Everyone in the water had their eyes closed and simply splashed water in the direction it had come from.
Steve’s mum merely sat at the edge of the pool laughing at all three of us in the water. Upon hearing this laughing we all stopped and looked in her direction.
“It’s just like it was four years ago when Steve was your age,” Steve’s mum let me know. “He would have water fights with his dad and brother in the pool until one of them would almost drown they got that over excited,” she finished.
I looked at Steve who was now blushing bright red. I laughed at Steve’s embarrassment and soon everyone was laughing again.
We played in the pool a little longer, but with the pool heater not on and the evening rapidly giving way to night the water was getting cold.
We all got out of the pool and were soon drying our wet bodies with towels while Steve’s mum made us all hot chocolate drinks with some marshmallows.
With clothes on again we were all sitting on the sofas in the living room. Steve’s parents were on one sofa snuggled together and Steve and myself shared the other sofa. I had snuggled up as tight as I could to Steve. (Steve’s parents had also picked up this act of closeness and they decided to quiz me about it. This was not to be nasty, but they needed to know Steve and I were this close for the right reasons).
“Matthew, you seem very attached to our youngest son,” Steve’s dad started. “Is there anything you feel you want to tell us?” he finished.
Steve’s mouth fell open, wide open. He was truly shocked by the question his father had just put to us both. He also understood the multiple possible contexts of the question. Oddly enough I was not worried about the question and before Steve had a chance to collect his thought and say anything I had answered.
“Steve is more than a friend to me” I started “he is more like a brother to me, only better, maybe even a soul mate. He looks out for me, spends time with me, makes me happy, willing to let me experience life with him, teach me different things about life, and genuinely cares for me as if I was something very precious, and worth almost more than life itself.” I finished.
“Wow!” was all Steve’s dad could say. “I knew you two had a bond, but we (meaning both of Steve’s parents) never thought you two had a bond like that. I am sorry I asked the question now!” he finished.
I looked up at Steve. His eyes were full of water. I didn’t realise just how much that statement would affect him. This made my eyes fill up.
“I didn’t know you liked me as much as that!” Steve croaked. “You have made me so happy little bro!” he finished.
Steve then grabbed me with both powerful arms and hugged me. My slight frame was pushed into his in a very strong powerful hug that would have crushed any resistance within me (not that there was any).
“I love you too my big brother” I wheezed as best I could.
Steve was hugging me so hard I was having trouble breathing. I didn’t say anything. I had been accepted by Steve as more than just a friend. I had been accepted more than I could have ever hoped for and I intended to enjoy all the perks that provided.
Steve finally released me from his grip. We hadn’t looked over to Steve’s parents since his dad had asked the awkward question. Now that we did look they were both sitting there with broad smiles. Steve’s mum looked she might be about to cry as her eyes were watery as well. Steve put me down and went over and embraced both of his parents in turn.
To my surprise I was then invited over by Steve’s parents to be embraced as well.
“If Steve wants you to be a surrogate brother, then a surrogate brother to Steve is what you shall be.” Steve’s dad started. “Welcome to the family Matthew” he finished.
I looked at them all totally stunned. What do you say when a family welcomes you with open arms? What do you do come to think of it?
With tears of joy running down my face I merely hugged all three of them in turn. I couldn’t say anything. I was too overcome.
I think they all understood what an emotional event this was for me and took my tears of joy for what they were. A massive thank you for being welcomed into their fold. Little did I know how soon I was going to need that bond and support (part 11 will tell all).
We all returned to sitting together except all on one big sofa. Steve’s parents now snuggled together and Steve and I snuggled together. Steve had one arm around my shoulder to hold me close. I felt more secure than I had ever done.
I hadn’t long finished my drink than I fell asleep snuggled into Steve while we all watched the television. Steve found this highly amusing and whispered to his parents. They also found it highly amusing. Steve’s mum thought I looked so cute asleep there she wanted to crush me into her in a big embrace. They all thought it a shame I would have to be woken up to shower before bed to remove all the chlorine from my hair and body.
Steve volunteered to wake me and gently ruffled my hair. I slowly stirred from my slumber to see all three of them looking at me. I saw the look on the face of Steve’s mum. I knew that look and blushed deep red.
“Come on sleepy head” Steve gently teased. “Lets get your cute face showered along with the rest of you and into bed” he finished.
Without giving me a chance to move Steve gently lifted me up. After an embrace from both of Steve’s parents I was gently carried upstairs to the bathroom.
“Quick shower while I say night to my parents and I will quickly shower and see you in the bedroom” Steve gently instructed as he put me down in the bathroom.
I nodded my head, and still half asleep turned on the shower. After shedding my shorts I stood under the shower and quickly shampooed and soaped my body just enough to remove all the chemicals and “pool smell” from my body. In less than five minutes I was done. I stepped out of the shower and Steve stepped in.
I went to Steve’s room and dried myself. I was nearly done when Steve entered to finish drying himself.
“Is it okay if I jump into the bed?” I asked remembering the original intention of this visit.
“Of course” Steve replied.
A few minutes later we were both in the same single bed. Even though we were both naked I was so tired even the thought of Steve’s wonderful cock was secondary to sleeping.
“As you are so tired do you want to go straight to sleep, or play some naked games?” Steve asked.
“Is it okay if we both just go to sleep?” I sincerely asked.
“Of course” Steve started. “I would never force you to do anything” he finished.
“You will snuggle up to me though, won’t you?” I asked.
“You bet I will!” Steve replied with enthusiasm.
“Thank you” was my honest response as we exchanged a kiss on the lips.
I snuggled down the bed so my head was now on the pillow. Steve followed suit and his big powerful body was soon touching mine just about everywhere. We were now gently spooning. Steve finished by gently putting his powerful right arm across my chest. I gently took his hand right hand in my right hand and purred with pleasure.
I was asleep in seconds.
Part 8 - The Long Weekend At Steve’s, Saturday
I woke up before Steve because I was feeling hot. Steve was still sleeping soundly. To my surprise neither of us had moved all night as we were still spooning. The morning sun was shining in through the window. It was going to be a glorious hot sunny day. I was next to my “adopted brother”. What a brilliant way to start the day, and an even better way to start a weekend.
I gently took Steve’s arm and lifted it slowly. Steve sighed and rolled onto his back. I was grateful for the fact that he did not wake up. I wanted a few minutes to look my Adonis of a friend over.
I sat up and leant on the headboard of the bed and started at Steve’s head. His short blond hair gently sat on Steve’s tanned forehead. After Steve’s forehead you came down to those gorgeous green eyes that had a power and intensity to turn you to jelly in an instant. Just below the eyes was Steve’s little nose that had a cuteness all of its own. I wanted to kiss Steve’s nose there and then, but that may have woken him. You then moved down to Steve’s deep red lips that covered his cute little mouth. Steve also had cute little ears. This made him look very amiable. So amiable in fact that when Steve smiled and waved at a stranger in the street they felt so at ease with his appearance that they would always smile and wave back.
Time to go lower I thought to myself. I gently moved my right leg and used it to pull the duvet down to expose Steve to his waist. Oh what a sight!
Steve’s tanned neck went down to those lovely tanned broad shoulders that had helped carry me on numerous occasions now. These led down to the tanned chest. This was also broad. The well defined pecs had two medium sized dark patches in them that housed Steve’s little nipples. They stood out erect at the moment and only added to the beauty I had the honour to behold. As Steve breathed I was able to enjoy the rhythmical expanding and deflating that gently moved the nipples and pecs. Steve’s chest then tapered down to his 6 pack stomach. It looked stunning. It was thankfully also still reasonably soft as well as defined. You could not ask for a stomach or upper body that was closer to perfection.
Show me the rest my brain screamed at me. I moved my right leg again and gently pulled the duvet off the bed altogether to show myself Steve from the waist down. Now Steve was totally naked I had to take a deep breath at the full beauty I beheld.
Steve’s slender waist led down to two muscular legs. These legs were powerful but thankfully not bulging with muscle. From the knees to the ankles Steve had started getting hair on his legs. My eyes then moved down to the slender ankles and the tanned feet.
Steve looked after every part of his body. His feet were tanned as the rest of his amazing body, totally clean, and the nails tidy and clipped short. In fact I could not find any fault of measure on Steve’s body. What did he see in me!
Finally I moved onto the part of Steve’s body I wanted to gaze at most. His cock! It occurred to me that if Steve had been lying on his stomach I would have happily gazed at his amazingly cute bubble butt for ages. I was in luck. Steve was lying on his back and I could look at his cock and balls.
The cock was flaccid. It still sat at four and a half inches though. The very tip of the head of that wonderful cock was peeking through the foreskin at me. Oh that cock! I could happily spend the rest of my life with the image of that cock. It would be even better to have it in my mouth. It was only then I noticed that Steve had a little pubic bush around his cock. The blond hair was almost invisible because of Steve’s all over golden tanned body. I then took a good look at the ball sac. There was a little hair here as well. These low hanging balls looked amazing. Looking at Steve had got me very horny. My own little cock was harder than I had ever known it to get.
Would Steve mind if I had a play?
Why should he mind?
Nuts to it! I AM going to have a play! Steve looked me over naked the first time I stayed over. He may have played with me!
I moved down the bed. I was now hovering over Steve’s flaccid cock. I gently bent down and planted a very gentle kiss right on the tip. No reaction. Encouraged by this I started gently kissing all the way along the soft gorgeous cock. No reaction from Steve, but a big reaction from his cock! It was getting longer, wider, was starting to stand up, and most surprising to me, was getting hotter as the warm blood filled Steve’s cock to full size.
With a fully erect nine and a quarter inch cock in front of me I opened my mouth wide and took the head, and a little bit of the shaft inside me. Steve moaned in his slumber and opened his legs up. Brill I thought and moved myself between Steve’s now open legs. My mouth now gently moved up and down on the head of Steve’s cock. I leant on one arm, and used the free hand from my other arm to jerk Steve’s shaft.
Steve, although still asleep was loving this. Sound asleep he was now gently moaning and groaning with every movement of my mouth. My tongue lapped across the tip of this wonderful cock every time I pulled up. I sucked every time I moved down, and my hand gently stroked up and down the reverse way to the movement of my mouth.
I was really getting into this when without warning Steve suddenly moaned a lot louder. He took a sudden deep intake of breath. The next instant my mouth was full of cum as Steve had a big orgasm. The sheer volume of cum was way too much for me, and soon spilled out of the side of my mouth and down the hard shaft.
Never mind I thought to myself, I can soon lick that up.
“You’re not as tired as you were then!” Steve said.
I jumped out of my skin, and very nearly fell off the bed in my fright. The orgasm had woken Steve up, and he was now looking down at me with those piercing green eyes.
“I, um, well, but, oh, um, but, um, well, uummmmm!” was all I could say. I had been well and truly busted. I wasn’t ready for what Steve was about to say though.
“Do you want to go again so I can really enjoy it as well now I am awake?” Steve asked.
“You mean you don’t want to beat the crap out of me?” I replied very surprised.
“Don’t be silly. If I didn’t want you sucking on my cock I wouldn’t share a bed with you!” Steve replied. “Now what do you say to that second sucking?”
In response I licked my lips and started to kiss and fondle Steve’s cock.
“Ooooohhhh stop!” Steve asked in some serious discomfort. “Can you kiss and touch somewhere else for ten minutes or so. I am still a bit sensitive.”
“Okay” I simply responded and started to kiss and fondle Steve’s ample ball sac. This started Steve moaning and groaning again. It wasn’t long before his cock was back up to its full size and pulsing waiting for a willing mouth.
I opened my mouth and started doing the same as I had done twenty minutes before. Steve was on cloud nine. He didn’t stop moaning and groaning until his second orgasm took hold. I was better prepared this time and successfully swallowed all the cum that spurted out.
Steve lay on the bed panting and beckoned me to lay on top of him. I happily obliged and we kissed and cuddled. Steve ran his hands as far up and down my young body as he could.
“What a way to wake up in the morning that was!” Steve remarked. “Shame you aren’t here every day to be my personal alarm clock!”
All I could do was blush at this major praise I was receiving. I must admit I would happily be a personal alarm clock for Steve, but he would not get up as I would keep him in bed as long as possible.
“Time for your cock to have some fun,” Steve announced. “Do you want to cum quick or a slow build up to orgasm?” he asked.
I looked at the alarm clock. It was already past eight and we had been requested to be downstairs about nine for breakfast.
“Quick” was the only answer I could really give.
“My pleasure” Steve purred.
Steve quickly moved down the bed and I opened my legs so Steve could get between them. My cock was already hard and pointing towards the ceiling as Steve’s lovely mouth neared.
Steve gently pulled my foreskin back to just below the cock head and put my cock in his hot moist mouth. His tongue then started flitting across the sensitive tip of my cock with savage speed. Again and again the tip of the tongue flitted across the tip of my little cock. This tongue lashing sent wave after wave of pleasure through my body. It would not be long before I would cum.
“Ooohhhhh…, aaaaaahhhhhhhhh…, yyyyeeeeeesssssss…, oooooooooooohhhhhh…., ssstttteeeevvveeee…, yyyyyyyyeeeeeeeeeeesssssssssss….,” was all I was able murmur over the next five minutes as Steve sent succession after succession of pleasure pulses across the tip of my little boy cock. The speed and precision of Steve’s tongue seemed to defy logic, but it would soon tip me over the edge with a powerful orgasm.
“Yyyyyyyyyyyyeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeessssssssssssssssss….,” I finally moaned after the orgasm took hold. How I wished I could cum for Steve. That day would come, but not yet. We both had to make do with a dry orgasm.
After I had come down from my high, we reluctantly decided to get up and shower so we would be downstairs in time for breakfast. As usual Steve merely picked me up (with no resistance from me) and took us both to the bathroom where we again shared a quick shower. I made a mental note that we would one day have to have a long bath or shower together so we could touch and caress each other’s naked wet smooth bodies. The thought of this made me hard. Steve noticed this and gave me a quizzical look. I told Steve what I had just thought of and he was quickly standing to attention as well.
“I won’t be safe anywhere with you around will I!?” Steve asked with sarcasm.
Grinning from ear to ear I shook my head and relished hearing Steve laugh. We then shared a tender hug before leaving the shower together.
After drying ourselves and then getting dressed we both headed downstairs taking the stairs three at a time (me) and four at a time (Steve). As we charged into the kitchen we were brought to a screeching halt by seeing both of Steve’s parents were already in the kitchen having their breakfast.
“Morning, and erm sorry!” we both said in unison knowing we had both been caught out.
“You know,” said Steve’s mum “I could swear we have gone backwards four years and Steve is home with Nathan again.” She finished with Steve’s dad nodding his head in agreement. “Nothing’s changed!” she added to really rub in the torment she was able to inflict on her youngest son with such ease.
Steve blushed beetroot red at this. (Nathan was one of Steve’s older brothers, and the pair of them were always being reprimanded for running into the kitchen when they were younger).
I had to admit I was blushing as well, but nothing on what Steve was doing. As well as this we were still stood in the doorway to the kitchen allowing more sarcasm to be thrown in our direction. This soon came, but this time from Steve’s dad.
“You can come in you know. We don’t bite unless you ask us to!” he added with a big grin.
Damn! Was all I could think. First thing in the morning and Steve’s parents have wiped the floor with us with just two sentences!
Steve pushed me forward, and it was only then I realised I had been the reason why we had not entered the kitchen, and now I did blush as red as Steve. The atmosphere was soon broken though. As we poured our cereal into our breakfast bowls Steve’s dad came up behind us and wrapped a big arm around each of us and said “morning big mischief and morning little mischief” ruffling our hair in turn.
“Morning,” and then “Hey” were the responses from each of us in turn. Neither Steve nor I liked our hair being messed with when we have only just put gel in.
Steve’s dad merely laughed at this, but he had to agree with his wife. You could almost wind the clock back four years to repeat the scene with Steve and Nathan.
“Okay you two” Steve’s mum started “As soon as breakfast is finished we are going shopping for Steve’s formal shoes, and suit fitting” she finished.
“Oh mum” Steve whined. This made me laugh, and nearly spill a mouthful of breakfast cereal all over the table. It WAS just like at home!
Seeing my reaction Steve retorted, “Hey, you’re supposed to be on my side!”
“I am” I started, but it is just so similar to what happens at home, it just seemed really funny.” I answered, and then did promptly laugh out loud. “You sounded just like me and my brother when mum wants us to something really boring.” I had to add (still with an attack of the giggles).
Steve actually looked quite put out at this. He was hoping I would whine with him, and his mum would forget the plan and let us stay at home. If I had known what was to come (part 11) I would have whined so well it would have put a dog to shame. Instead here I was laughing at Steve having exactly the same reaction that we tried to use on our mum (usually with no success I must add). It would be the same today.
“WE are ALL going” was the instruction “as you knew this had been booked for today” finished Steve’s mum. That was it, no more discussion. The matter was CLOSED, mother style.
I didn’t care. I was still spending time with Steve. I had some money with me to get everyone some ice creams or something as a thank you for the visit, and I would get to see Steve get bossed about by his mum. Another bonus, I would also get to have a few more rides in the jag. Everything was a plus for me, and I decided I would do my best to cheer Steve up as well.
We were all soon in the jag heading for the shopping centre for the formal shoes. I knew this would be no fun as no child or teenager likes shopping for “posh event” shoes. It would be even more difficult as the shoes would have to match the suit as well. This meant we would probably have to use several shops.
As soon as we were out of the car I decided to start the games. I crept up behind Steve and playfully pinched his butt cheek. Steve didn’t say anything but tried to playfully swat at me. As he had missed I waited about thirty seconds and pinched Steve’s butt cheek again. Again Steve swatted at me and missed. I waited about thirty seconds again and went for a third pinch. This time Steve swatted at me, missed, but instead of just ambling along behind us all again gave chase. I was not ready for Steve’s turn of speed and was rapidly caught. Steve picked me up and with my arms pinned started to playfully tip me into the nearest bin!
I screamed in a mad panic at this and was soon put down on solid ground. The look on the faces of Steve’s parents was one that any parents will recognise. It merely said “BOYS”
As soon as I had space to move I went ahead and pinched Steve’s butt again, running off in the direction of Steve’s parents and the shops. Steve was in close pursuit. I then did what any crafty little kid does. I put myself between Steve’s parents and acted all loving and innocent. No one was going to fall for the act, but everyone played along anyway. Steve was smiling again, and Steve’s parents knew I was trying to lighten Steve’s mood. We then arrived at the first shoe shop.
Two minutes later we came out of the first shop. No luck. I then came up to Steve’s parents and with a look of pure angelic innocence (yes I could still pull that one!) I asked what the next shoe shop would be. After getting the answer, and knowing where that shop was I looked to see where Steve was. Perfect I thought. He was waiting about five paces in front of us.
I took off like a rocket, and as I passed Steve I slapped his butt cheek not stopping as I went. I heard a “Hey!” from Steve and knew he would be in pursuit. Luckily for me I got to the shop before he could catch me. In the shop I would be safe as there were other people there. The look on Steve’s face simply said, “Wait until you and I are alone!” I knew Steve would not hurt me but he would get revenge.
Steve’s parents had merely seen Steve and me charge off, me having slapped Steve’s butt cheek on the way. They looked at each other for a moment, took each other by the hand, and ambled off after us. They presently arrived at the shop.
The second shop was no good. The same result came with the third, fourth, fifth, and sixth shop. All of us were getting a little frustrated with this, even Steve’s parents. I had continued the game of getting Steve to chase me between the shops but we were both getting tired and hot from this by the time we got to the seventh shop.
In the seventh shop we were lucky. They had the shoes to match the suit and in Steve’s size. There was major relief from all of us as this painful task came to a close.
As we walked out of the shop I spotted an ice cream van. I grabbed Steve’s hand and pulled him in the direction of the van. As soon as we got there I ordered four double “99’s” with flakes and strawberry syrup. Steve was taken by surprise at this. Steve’s parents were astonished when Steve gave them their ice creams from me.
“You didn’t have to do this,” was the response from Steve’s mum.
“Yes I did!” was my response. I went on to explain my reasons which were mainly the amazing amount of hospitality I had been shown which deserved a thank you whenever possible.
There was no real argument that could be mounted against this and the ice creams were quickly consumed before we got to the tailors.
Steve quickly stripped down to his boxers and T-shirt for the fitting. The tailor has done a brilliant job with the suit. Even though it was not finished you could tell Steve would look amazing when he wore it. My jaw dropped in envy as Steve did a twirl for his parents. I would have had him there and then if other people were not there. Steve was sex on legs in this suit!
Steve then put the shoes on to make sure they did actually match as well as hoped. They did thankfully. I was actually disappointed when Steve got changed back into his casual clothes. Even though he looked wonderful whatever he wore, that suit brought out all the best parts of Steve’s wonderful bodily stature.
When Steve came out of the changing room he came over to me and gently closed my mouth. This made me blush beetroot red as I had not noticed the fact my mouth had been wide open.
We then decided to have lunch in town and found the nearest pizza shop.
Just over an hour later and stuffed full of pizza we were back in the jag and heading back to Steve’s.
“Time in the garden?” Steve enquired in the car.
“Course” was my response and Steve smiled broadly.
As soon as we got back to Steve’s we both went upstairs, stripped naked, and put sun cream on me. Five minutes later we were in the garden with a long cold drink each ready to sit on the loungers to let our lunch go down.
I loved that afternoon. After some time on the loungers to let our lunch settle down we went on to swimming and splashing in the pool, running around the garden playing football, putting up a badminton net and playing badminton as there was no wind about, general mucking around, diving off the diving board and anything else we could think of. Why could all days not be this fun?
It came as a surprise to us both when we were told to clear some space for a table to be put up outside for tea. We quickly put up the table and chairs for Steve’s mum and Steve got some clothes for us both.
As we finished tea we noticed clouds coming over and packed everything away. Soon afterwards it was pouring down.
“DVD?” Steve simply enquired.
I nodded my head and we searched the collection. I had never seen so many DVD’s in my life. There were hundreds! After a long search I found a film I really enjoyed and we settled down to watch.
Three hours later and past my usual bedtime the film finished and we headed up the stairs to go to the bathroom and then on to bed.
I was just about to leave the bathroom when Steve stopped me and pointed to the shower. I had forgotten that we has not rinsed off after swimming in the garden. I smiled at Steve and stripped myself naked. Before Steve had a chance to say or do anything I had pulled his tracksuit bottoms down as well. Steve simply lifted one leg at a time and let me pull them off. While I took Steve’s bottoms of him he dealt with his T-shirt and soon we were both in the shower.
Ten minutes later two naked boys walked into Steve’s bedroom. Steve locked his bedroom door and switched off the light. The room went a lot darker than usual because of the continuing rain. I could still see Steve and he me but not as clearly as usual. This added to the pleasure for me and hopefully for Steve as well.
As soon as Steve sat on the bed I wrapped my arms around his strong powerful body and hugged him. Our lips came together and a long tender kiss turned me to mush. Steve could have raped me there and then and I wouldn’t have cared. I was lucky that Steve was too nice a person to do that.
Steve started to kiss down my neck. He carried on past my Adam’s apple slowly down the centre of my chest across my belly and over my belly button until he got to my hard little cock. Steve slowly kissed along the length, over the tip, and down the underside to my little ball sac. Here he stopped moving and spent time gently kissing and licking all over my little sac. It was wonderful!
Steve carried on with this until I begged him to give me release from the pressure I felt in my balls. He slowly licked up the underside of my erection and planted a gentle kiss on the sensitive head. Again and again he kissed there with me begging in a whispered voice to take me to the point of no return. Finally my pleas were granted.
Steve opened his mouth and I felt his hot breath surround my erection. I felt his tongue run all the way along my cock and I felt the pressure as Steve’s tongue pushed my cock against the top of his mouth.
This was it. I had a big powerful instant orgasm as so many pleasure sensations hit me at once. I gave a loud moan and froze as the orgasm took control of my little body. After several strong pulses my body went limp and I gently sank back down onto the bed.
“Wow” was all I could say. Steve was smiling broadly at me. I could feel his erection against my leg and wanted to give Steve some fun as well.
“Lay still” was all Steve said. He then got up on his elbows so we could easily kiss each other. His big erection he slid between my legs. I suddenly caught on to what Steve wanted and clenched my legs together once Steve had his erection where he wanted it. Steve smiled at this, and he had the look of a little devil in his eyes.
Steve then brought his mouth to mine and we started kissing as he humped my legs. The feeling was wonderfully weird. Steve’s big cock would push up the inside of my legs and stop when he reached the pleasure spot between your balls and ass crack. Steve would then lift his butt and his cock would go back down my legs before it made the journey back to my balls.
It took a couple of minutes to get used to this, but boy was it good. It felt like a hot lump of steel wrapped in silk was rubbing up my legs. The sensation of feeling Steve’s erection rubbing up and down my thighs was pure bliss. My own cock was as hard as possible again. Steve certainly knew which buttons to press when it came to giving people amazing sex.
I am glad to say this pure bliss lasted a full half hour before Steve told me he was close. What would he like to do when he came to orgasm I thought to myself.
“Do you want it all over your legs, or in your mouth?” Steve asked between kisses.
“Do you really need to ask!?” I whispered back smiling.
“No, but I won’t force you,” was the loving answer back.
Steve then lifted his body off of me, and put the head of his massive cock in my mouth. I sucked with everything I had in me and wanked the long shaft as fast as my hands would let me. Steve closed his eyes and took a long hard intake of breath.
“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!” Steve moaned as the orgasm sent a big wave of cum into my hungry mouth. There were several other pulses of cum before Steve’s orgasm finally subsided. Steve’s cock went soft enough to gently milk the last of this sweet nectar before we lay side by side on the bed.
Steve then noticed my throbbing erection and with a devilish grin my erection vanished into his mouth. My cock was then given another tongue lashing which very soon took me to the brink.
“Ooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh!” I exclaimed as the orgasm took hold. Several powerful pulses later my orgasm passed and my cock went soft. What a weekend this was turning out to be!
I turned to face Steve and we shared another loving kiss.
In the half light Steve looked amazing, and oh so cute!
I still could not work out what he saw in me. I would have to ask him. Why was I so scared to ask him such an easy question? Worry about that in the morning my mind told me. Sleep now.
“Time to sleep?” I gently asked while gently running my hand through Steve’s blond hair. Steve didn’t answer but nodded while he yawned. I turned over in the bed and sure enough Steve gently spooned up to me and the strong arm that holds me close through the night gently wrapped itself around my chest. I gently put my right arm around it and held it tight.
Steve gently kissed my cheek as we both settled to go to sleep. I closed my eyes and drifted into a deep dreamless sleep.
Why dream when the dream is coming true?
Part 9 – The Long Weekend At Steve’s, Sunday
Flash!
What was that my half asleep mind enquired.
BANG!
Steve and I both shot bolt upright in the bed. The alarm clock was blank and it was very dark.
“Hold on a sec,” said Steve and moved about. Next moment a torch was shining.
Flash!
“Whoa, that was bright!” I stated.
BANG!
Steve and I flinched in unison as another big clap of thunder pounded every sensation and cell of our bodies.
“Fuck!” exclaimed Steve. “That is one powerful thunderstorm passing over us.”
We both went to the window and looked out. No rain yet but boy it was dark.
“No electric,” Steve stated as another flash of lightening half blinded us. A couple of seconds later another loud clap of thunder followed pounding our senses.
There was a knock at the bedroom door and the disembodied voice of Steve’s dad asked us if we were okay. After being told we were fine he asked us if we wanted a drink of hot chocolate each to help us settle back to sleep after the worst of the storm passed. We happily agreed and said we would be downstairs in a minute.
“How is your dad going to do hot chocolate?” I then asked Steve.
“Gas cooker, not electric,” came the simple response as Steve used the torch to find some tracksuit bottoms for us both.
We headed downstairs by torchlight and soon arrived in the kitchen where several candles had been lit to allow you to see what you were doing. Having not experienced a power cut before this gave everything an unearthly feel to it and was actually quite exciting.
Soon all four of us were sitting around the table drinking a lovely hot chocolate and having a laugh as the storm slowly passed over.
It took a full half hour for the thunder to become quiet enough for us to consider going back to bed. We blew out the candles and went to the bathroom and then on to our bedrooms by torchlight.
Steve and I got back into bed together but neither of us could settle. Ten minutes later the rain started to splash on the bedroom window. Both of us looked as the heavens opened and the rain poured down. Steve leant over and whispered into my ear.
“Brill idea!” I whispered back. “If your parents are asleep lets do it!” I finished.
We both got out of bed and tip toed out of the bedroom. Steve put his ear to the door of his parent’s room and nodded his head towards me. We both went as fast and quietly as we could to the conservatory where you could hear the rain pounding on the glass roof. After checking there were towels we could use we unlocked the door, opened it, and stepped outside and closed the door so we didn’t disturb Steve’s parents.
There we were in the pouring rain of this major thunderstorm stark bollock naked. I have never felt so free in all my life. The rain was really pouring down. It was cold, fresh, invigorating, and felt amazing. We both stretched out our arms and legs and savoured the moment. It felt so special to be able to share this with Steve. I grabbed his hand and we both ran around the garden savouring this moment of pure animalistic pleasure. We both fell onto the grass and felt the rain hitting every pore of our bodies. The feeling of the rain hitting my genitals is a sensation I will never forget.
All too soon it was over. We soon felt the chill of the rain and retreated inside shivering with cold. Despite this it was more than worth it. We soon had towels wrapped round our shivering bodies but we still had big grins on our faces. I gently kissed Steve and thanked him for such a brilliant idea. Steve wrapped his arms around me and gave me a big hug and we kissed again.
After drying off we crept back upstairs and back into bed. Steve wrapped his arm around me and soon we were both sleeping soundly.
Knock, knock, knock!
“Boys, time to get up,” came the disembodied voice the other side of the door.
I looked at the alarm clock. It was on and flashing at us waiting to have the correct time programmed in.
“What time is it?” I sleepily asked Steve.
“Nine,” Steve sleepily answered checking his wristwatch. “My parents are up late as well,” he finished.
“No chance of doing anything before breakfast I suppose,” I asked matter of factly.
“None. Shame really. I could really go for a tussle between the sheets!” Steve said smiling. He looked so cute when he smiled. It brightened the whole day.
We then both sat up on the bed. Steve wrapped both his powerful arms around me and trapped me in a hug. With little trouble Steve stood up with me pinned to his chest and started towards the bedroom door. My feet were dangling in the air as Steve opened the bedroom door and took both of us to the bathroom to take care of the essentials and have a quick shower.
The power that Steve had in his body never ceased to amaze me, especially as he was always so very gentle when it came to giving me pleasure. He could crush me with relative ease if he so wanted.
We got to the bathroom with me still pinned in Steve’s embrace.
“Please put me down!” I pleaded. “I really need to go the toilet!” I whined.
“Promise me when I say we are going to bed early tonight you will not say anything but merely agree and do as you are told!” Steve said.
I gave Steve a puzzled look because I did not know what was going through his head but at the moment I was just about ready to pee all over the bathroom floor so I merely promised to do as I was told tonight. Steve then gently lowered me to the floor and I bolted the last few feet to the toilet.
While I relieved myself Steve switched on the shower and as soon as Steve had done relieving himself we were both in the shower soaping and rinsing each other down.
We were soon in the kitchen happily eating a full scale fried breakfast (Steve’s mum really knew how to cook). After this we went into the garden to see if there was any damage from the storm that had woken us from our slumbers.
There was no damage to Steve’s or the surrounding garden, but a tree a few feet from the back fence had been ripped in half by a lightening bolt. It looked a real mess. All the leaves had gone, the bark was black and half of the tree was lying about twenty feet from the part still in the soil.
“That must have been the one that woke us up!” I mused out loud.
Although the garden was fine it was totally saturated from the amount of rain that had fallen overnight.
“What will we do today?” I asked seeing as the garden was effectively out of bounds.
“Amusement Park?” Steve asked his parents and me at the same time.
After a quick discussion between his parents Steve was told this was fine. Steve’s mum would not be able to come as she had other commitments, but his dad would drive us there, go on any rides etc and bring us back. Steve tried with great effort to get his mum to come along as well but without any luck.
“I will be fine,” she told Steve for the tenth time. “I am expecting friends so do not worry. Go and have fun,” she told him.
Ten minutes later the jag was reversing out of the drive to take the three of us to the amusement park.
The time at the amusement park was brilliant. There were almost no queues and we hit the rides with a vengeance. I lost count of the times I was bumped, thrown about, bashed, and turned upside down on the various rides. Steve and I went on every ride together. Steve’s dad joined us on some of the rides and sat out the ones that would have made him queasy.
Steve and I dragged each other from one ride to another whenever we decided what ride we would go on next with Steve’s dad jogging along behind to keep up.
It was a brilliant time. I laughed, screamed, yelled, and generally forgot about everything else that existed while I was at the park. I was so pleased that I had Steve to share the day with and thanked him on numerous occasions. Every time Steve said the day was all the better as he had me to share it with. I really wanted to kiss Steve when he said this, but it was way too public and would get us in trouble. I had to be content with the hand holding as we dragged each other to another ride.
All too soon for Steve and me we were told it was five o’clock and time to head back. We both had some homework to do and tea would be ready for us at six. With great reluctance we both headed back to the jag for the journey home.
I do not remember falling asleep in the car, but was really embarrassed when Steve woke me up back at his house. As we walked up the path to the front door Steve whispered in my ear, “You really are cute when you are asleep. I watched you sleeping all the way home you looked that lovely,” he finished.
I blushed at this, even though it was a compliment. I vowed that I would ask Steve what he saw in me before Steve and I parted company on Monday.
As promised tea was almost ready as we walked in the front door. It smelled yummy and I headed straight to the kitchen to see what it was despite my need to empty my bladder.
“Home made shepherd’s pie is for tea,” Steve’s mum said reading my mind as I stood almost drooling at the kitchen door. “Go and wash your hands. They are probably filthy from all the rides you two must have been on,” she finished.
I looked at my hands. They were surprisingly grubby and I headed for the bathroom. Half way up the stairs my bladder reminded me how full it was and I moved all the faster as my need to pee became very urgent.
A few minutes later feeling much more comfortable I was sitting in a comfy sofa doing some homework awaiting the call to come and eat. Steve was sitting in another sofa doing the same and Steve’s dad had sat down on the comfy recliner chair.
A couple of minutes later I looked up from my books and giggled. Steve looked at me with a puzzled expression on his face.
“I am not the only one who got worn out today!” I said and gestured towards Steve’s dad who was sound asleep on the comfy chair.
Steve smiled broadly trying not to laugh and wake his dad. Steve gestured to me to come with him and we both went into the kitchen still smiling.
“Tea is not ready yet,” stated Steve’s mum as we entered. “And why are you both smirking and giggling?” she asked seeing our faces.
“Sorry!” I said, “I have worn out Steve’s dad!” I finished not being able to suppress my giggles.
Steve’s mum smiled broadly at this. She knew she would find her husband asleep in the living room, which is why we had left.
“Okay,” she said, “You two can get the table laid and everything else ready and I will wake sleepyhead when tea is ready,” Steve’s mum instructed still smiling broadly.
We quickly made ourselves useful and had everything ready just as the food was done cooking. Steve’s mum went to wake Steve’s dad and we were told to help ourselves with the only condition being if we put it on the plate, we were to eat it.
“The golden rule,” Steve started, “You can put as much or as little on the plate as you like. If you eat everything on your plate you can get more. If you put too much on, tough! You stay at the table until it is eaten.”
“Okay.” I quickly responded and put a reasonable amount on the plate that I knew I could easily eat. Steve did the same but of course he had more on his plate.
Steve’s parents then entered the kitchen and soon all four of us were eating. I had forgotten that I had not eaten since breakfast and was very hungry. I soon finished everything on my plate and went up for a second helping. Steve soon followed. I finished the second lot and to my surprise still felt hungry and went up again. After this helping I was full to bursting. Steve then surprised me by grabbing at my legs.
“What are you after?” I enquired very puzzled.
“With the amount you have eaten I wanted to see how full your legs are!” Steve answered with sarcasm. This brought a laugh from everyone, including me but I blushed at the same time.
Full and contented we went back to the living room to do homework and unwind as the weekend slowly drew to a close. As soon as the homework was finished Steve and I watched TV with his parents.
At eight Steve announced he was going upstairs to get ready for school and bed. Steve then looked at me and I remembered the promise I had made that morning.
“You sure?” Steve’s dad said “This is very early for you.” He finished.
“Yes,” replied Steve, “but both of us have to get ready, and we did have a bad night last night and a busy day today,” he finished.
Steve’s dad nodded at this whilst stifling a yawn and upstairs we went.
Steve noticed the puzzled look on my face when we got to his bedroom.
“Something special,” he simply said. “Trust me?” he then asked.
A stupid question really and I nodded my head.
“Okay. Stay in here and strip off and I will get everything ready and then come and get you,” Steve said leaving me in suspense.
Doing as Steve asked I stripped naked and waited. After ten minutes Steve walked back into the bedroom and quickly took all his clothes off. He then got a blindfold out and came towards me.
“What about your parents!” I asked terrified about what might be about to happen.
“We are not going downstairs or anything like that!” Steve assured me and I relented and let him put the blindfold on me.
Steve gently guided me to our destination. This happened to be the bathroom. I could smell lavender and feel warmth as I entered the room. Steve then took the blindfold off me. The sight was wonderful.
Steve had lit the bathroom purely by candles. Some of them were lavender scented giving off the wonderful smell I noticed when I walked in. The bath was full of steaming water and bubble bath and looked very inviting.
“You said you wanted to spend some time relaxing in the bath together gently washing and rubbing each other with our hands,” Steve started, “and I thought it was a good idea and to take you up on it,” he finished.
“Oh Steve!” was all I could say with tears welling in my eyes. I moved forward and passionately kissed this wonderfully thoughtful person who made my entire life worth living.
After a long gentle loving kiss Steve gently pulled me off his lips and gently took me by the hand. We got into the bath and Steve laid down. I gently laid on top of Steve and let the scented water and scented air work their magic.
Steve gently ran his wet hands up and down my back letting the hot water relax me to a point of pure bliss. I in turn gently ran my free hand up and down Steve’s chest and stomach. My mind turned to mush as I forgot everything outside the room and enjoyed the feelings of the hot water and the gentle touch and caresses from Steve.
I have no idea how long we spent in the bath enjoying each other’s silent company and gentle touches but the water slowly cooled and so we were forced back to our senses and stepped out of the bath. We both had to laugh as we both looked about sixty years older we had that much wrinkled skin from our long soak. With a warm fluffy towel wrapped around our waists we made our way back to Steve’s bedroom.
We were soon dry and climbed into bed. Steve set the time and alarm time on his clock and we sat there together.
“Do you want to do anything tonight?” Steve gently asked sincerely.
“Only to hold you.” I answered. “Anything else would spoil the magic of what you have done today,” I continued.
Steve smiled broadly at me and snuggled up next to me.
“Steve?” I asked after a short pause. “What do you see in me?” I asked with my voice now trembling with emotion.
“How long have you been waiting to ask that question?” Steve gently asked me.
“Too long!” was my honest reply. I was almost in tears now and Steve could tell that in my voice.
Steve put his arm around me to help me feel safe. He realised how fragile I now felt having asked such a question and wanted to reassure me.
After a short pause Steve gave me his answer. He told me that he had wanted someone special to be in his life for several years now, and even though he had enjoyed the company of several girlfriends and also had numerous friends in general, none had managed to fill the void he still felt in his life. Then I had shown up in Steve’s life.
The first thing Steve noticed was the way I dropped everything to make Steve feel better when my brother had effectively left him stranded in a stranger’s house. He then noticed that I had a cute face, and a very infectious laugh. Then when I first came over to Steve’s to be his “slave” Steve had noticed how much of an effort I made to fit in without making a fuss. Finally when we started getting intimate and spending time together Steve suddenly felt whole. The void was gone. Steve had found a soul mate in me, just as I had in him. Steve told me that he had never even looked at another man or boy, yet here he was getting very sexual with me, and feeling wonderful about pleasuring me, and receiving lots of pleasure back. Seeing me naked Steve also realised how very cute I was all over, and he also said I would break several people’s heart as I got older with me being so cute.
When Steve finished saying all this he leant up and looked over at me. He could see the tears that had been running down my face and turned me over and embraced me.
“You silly wonderful boy,” Steve said gently, “You should have known whatever I was going to say would be good,” he continued, “Why all the tears?” he finished.
“I never dared hope you would see and care as much in me as I do in you!” I answered honestly with tears streaming down my face.
“Oh my little brother,” Steve started using the title recently given to me, “You mean the world to me,” he continued, “You are my adopted little brother, my best friend, my soul mate and my lover,” he finished.
“You will always be special to me, so dry those tears and stop worrying,” Steve then said. “You will always have a special place in my heart. You have made me happier than anyone else except my nearest and dearest family,” he finished.
This praise only made me worse though. “I am so happy,” I started through sobs. “Thank you so very much,” I added yet more tears rolling down my cheeks.
I was so relieved and happy, and with all the events of the weekend and being made to feel so special I could not hold it all in. Steve gently held me as I wept with pure joy and gratitude.
I fell asleep in Steve’s embrace. Steve gently moved me around so I was in my normal sleeping position. He then gently wiped the last few tears from my closed eyes. This done he gave me a good night kiss on the lips, and another on the forehead.
Steve quickly got up at this point to say goodnight to his parents. He quickly returned and after making sure the alarm clock was at the right time and the alarm set for the time he wanted (earlier than usual as Steve wanted us both to start Monday on a high) Steve gently snuggled up next to me and his right arm went around my chest. Even though I was asleep my right arm moved down to gently rest on Steve’s arm.
What a weekend it had been thought Steve as he drifted off to sleep by my sleeping form. We both slept soundly in a sleep only the truly contented can manage.
Part 10 – The Long Weekend at Steve’s, Monday
BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP.
No, it can’t be that time already my brain said out loud.
BEEP, BEEP, BEEP.
Oh good it’s stopped. My mind breathed a sigh of relief. Back to sleep my brain instructed.
There is something gently nibbling my neck my brain then told me. This feels really nice my brain concluded. Message from brain to voice box, moan in appreciation.
“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!” I said.
“Good morning little brother,” Steve gently whispered. “I take it you approve!” he gently continued.
“Oh yes.” I replied. I then opened my eyes and saw the alarm clock.
“Why did you set the alarm so early?” I asked feeling quite bewildered. It was only six in the morning!
“I wanted to make sure you got a good servicing before school!” Steve replied still nuzzling my neck. “Now would you rather suck my cock first or have me give your cock and balls a good tongue lashing first!” Steve asked gently rubbing my erection at the same time.
“Mmmmmmmmmm!” I started. “I think I will have to go with the tongue lashing!” I answered trying not to sound too excited but not really managing it.
Before I had even finished my sentence Steve was moving down the bed. As soon as his head was level with my waist he separated my legs and dove onto my genitals.
“Wow!” I started as Steve’s tongue lapped my little ball sac sending bolts of pleasure to my barely conscious brain. “Oooohhh, yyyeeesss, mmmmmmmmmm!” was all I could manage for quite a while as Steve went from kissing and licking my ball sac to kissing and licking my cock and then back to my balls. Up and down, up and down he continued as I moaned and groaned in pure pleasure. What a way to be woken up in the morning this is I mused to myself as Steve gently but rapidly brought me closer and closer to another big powerful orgasm.
As I enjoyed the pleasure my hands had moved down to Steve’s head and were gently ruffling Steve’s hair. As my orgasm closed I moved my hands onto the back of Steve’s head and tried to force his tongue even harder onto my genitals.
“I’m gonna cum!” I moaned pulling Steve’s head as far into my groin as I could manage in my wild abandon. A wonderfully powerful orgasm then rocked my body with Steve still licking my cock as it pulsed in ecstasy.
“Oh wow!” was all I could manage as I calmed down. “Your turn big brother!” I said to Steve who had a devilish grin on his face.
We swapped places and I moved down the bed only to have my waist grabbed by Steve. Before I had time to question Steve lifted my waist so my little butt hole was positioned in front of Steve’s face.
“Oh wow!” I said again as I realised Steve would be kissing and licking my ass crack as I sucked his cock. I got so excited I was hard again before I managed to lie down on Steve’s chest and stomach.
“Excited are we?” Steve asked, his voice loaded with sarcasm feeling my little erection as I lay on top of him.
“Just a little bit!” I replied blushing at the same time. “Its your bad influence on me!” I added. That earnt me a playful slap on the bum, but to be honest I enjoyed it more than it hurt.
I then went to work on Steve’s massive cock. I stuck as much as I could into my mouth without gagging and then started to bob up and down on it. With one hand I wanked the rest and used my one free hand to take the rest of my body weight.
Steve gently pulled my butt cheeks apart and drove his tongue into my ass crack. He kissed, licked, flitted and pleasured my ass crack more than I thought possible. He had a powerful grip on my hips otherwise I would only have squirmed off in my wild abandon.
After doing this for a while I could tell Steve was getting very close by the way his cock was getting hotter and even harder. I was also getting very close and seeing stars by this point. I very much doubted I would learn much at school later on today.
At the same time as my cock pulsed with its second orgasm Steve let rip with an orgasm of his own and flooded my mouth with another big pool of sweet cum. I didn’t swallow any of it. I was going to share this cum with Steve.
It took a minute for Steve’s cock to soften enough for me to milk the last of the cum out of it. Once I had managed this I turned to Steve who could tell I had a mouth full of cum. He grabbed my face and snogged me deeply. Oh what a wonderful way to start the day!
After several long kisses and snogs we looked at the alarm clock again. It was now seven, and we would have to get a move on or miss the bus.
After a quick shared shower we were soon dressed in our school uniform and eating breakfast. Soon afterwards we were packed up and walking out of the front door for the short walk to the bus stop and the journey to school. I had thanked Steve for the weekend whilst we got dressed. I don’t know who enjoyed that kiss more, Steve or me but we couldn’t do it in public.
The mini coach that took Steve to school duly turned up and we both went to the back seat. I sat by the window, and Steve beside me. As soon as the coach pulled away Steve had his hand over my trousers and was undoing the zip to my school trousers.
“You are such a naughty boy!” I stated.
“It must be someone’s bad influence on me!” Steve replied using my own line against me. We both laughed at this and I happily let Steve play with my little erection all the way to school.
I really wanted to be able to see Steve during school, but as I was in the junior section, and Steve in the secondary section of the school that was simply not possible. I really wished it was September and I would be in the same section of the school. Then I could spend a lot more time with Steve. Never mind. There was only a week and a half of school left. Then after the holiday I would be in the same part of the school as Steve and I would be able to spend more time with him.
I didn’t learn much that day. I was too busy daydreaming about what had happened over the weekend. This didn’t do me any favours as it got me a lunchtime detention for not paying attention in class. How can you pay attention in class when you have found your first love and soul mate? Some people really do not understand. Mind you, saying that I would have got Steve in real trouble if I had told the teacher the truth about why I was daydreaming. I told a little lie and said I had stayed up late watching TV. This got me a stern lecture but that is way better than getting my best mate in the world arrested for child molestation.
I was glad when the school day finished and I lugged both my bags to the school bus. I was asked if I had seen my brother when I got on as no one had seen him at school that day. I told the truth in that I hadn’t seen him as I had been at a friend’s the weekend. The extra bag I was lugging around bore that as true. The full consequence of my brother’s absence would soon be made apparent to me though (part11).
As soon as I got home I went and found my mum. I found her reading paperwork in the living room. I gently sat down beside her and gave her a big hug and a kiss on the cheek.
“To what do I owe the pleasure of that?” my mum asked with genuine puzzlement.
“For letting me spend the whole weekend at Steve’s,” I replied. “I have had a total blast.”
“Why don’t you tell me about it while we both get tea ready.” My mum hinted.
“Okay.” I replied. I think the ease at which mum had a willing helper surprised her a bit but she wasn’t going to turn down willing help.
I spent the next hour recalling everything Steve and I had done together over the weekend whilst I helped prepare things for tea. I missed out the sexual parts of course. I went on and on about what a good time it had been and thanked her numerous times.
“Much washing?” mum asked already knowing the answer.
I blushed beetroot red at this question and mum laughed loudly about this. “Okay,” she said. “Put the dirty stuff in the basket, the clean away and I won’t embarrass you about it again.” She said, “I am proud you try so hard to fit in with other people’s lifestyles that are different,” she continued. “You do know that don’t you?” she gently asked.
“Yes,” I answered nodding my head at the same time.
I had just finished putting away most of the clothes that had been packed and chucking the few dirty clothes in the basket when I was called to tea. To my surprise it was just the two of us to eat. I was told as we ate that dad was doing a double shift to get a day off that they both wanted in a few weeks. My brother had called and said he was at a friend’s, and would be home close to bedtime.
After tea I did my homework, and to my surprise I was tired by nine. I said goodnight to my mum, had a quick shower and went to bed. I was surprised at how big my single bed suddenly felt after sharing one for three nights. This is not good I thought to myself. I went to the wardrobe and got the spare duvet out and arranged it so it built a barrier halfway across the bed. I then got in on the other half of the bed.
As the quilt warmed up to my body heat I pretended it was Steve and felt the warmth of feeling very loved sweep over me as I drifted into a long deep sleep. I dreamed I was in the same bed as Steve and he was gently rubbing the right cheek of my face with his hand as I slept letting me know he truly cared about and loved me.
I could not wait until I could see him again. When would that be?
End of Part 10.