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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Chapter 59 – Returning To School
I woke up. I was not sure what the time was. I knew it was late or very early as it was still dark. I rolled over to look at my alarm clock and see what the time was. As I rolled over and opened my eyes properly I suddenly realised Steve was not asleep either. I was looking directly at his belly button!
“Hello there little brother.” Steve whispered very quietly. I looked up. Sure enough Steve was awake and looking down at me.
“Are you okay?” I replied in a quiet whisper myself.
Steve shuffled about so he was lying down again. Steve was now face to face with me.
“Yes.” Steve whispered back to me. “I was just watching you sleep.” Steve explained.
“Why?” I whispered back being genuinely confused.
“It relaxes me and makes it easier for me to sleep.” Steve whispered in response. “You also look so cute and loveable when you sleep I just want to grab you and hug you and snuggle you all night long.” Steve added as he smiled at me.
“I would like that.” I replied very quietly smiling broadly.
“Well when you visit on Friday we will see if you can stay the night and then we can snuggle and hug all night long.” Steve whispered.
“Wish we could now.” I whispered back.
“That is very tempting but it will not help either of us.” Steve whispered to me. “I have got to get used to sleeping alone in my bedroom again and you will have to as well.” Steve continued. “I am going to find it hard enough as it is, never mind if we snuggle for the rest of the night.” Steve finished.
I had a quick think about it. Steve was right. I would find it hard tomorrow night. At least I had been in my own bedroom for most of the last few nights. Steve would suddenly go back to his own room that he had not been alone in for several weeks with an empty bed next to him. That would be hard.
While I was thinking about this I fell back to sleep.
The next thing I knew my alarm clock was going off. I opened my heavy and sleepy eyes and focused. Steve was rubbing his eyes as he was slowly waking up as well. As my eyes got used to the light I realised it was a bright and sunny day. I could hear noise from downstairs and even some birds singing.
“Good morning big brother.” I said to Steve as I rolled onto him and switched the alarm from the annoying beeps to the radio station.
“Good morning little brother.” Steve replied with a wheeze as my unexpected weight caught him off guard.
I looked at Steve. He had black rings under his eyes.
“Are you okay?” I asked Steve sounding concerned.
“I am fine.” Steve replied. “I just had a little trouble settling knowing full well I will have to sleep alone tonight and the events with Ant earlier.” Steve added with a warm smile.
I gave Steve a hug.
“I am really going to miss you as well.” I told Steve sincerely as Steve wrapped his arms around me.
“Well it is only until Friday and we can chat online as well.” Steve replied to cheer us both up so we did not start the day miserable.
“That is good.” I replied.
“Now then.” Steve started as he gave me a kiss on the top of my head; “You have to get ready for school and I cannot, well, mustn’t help you. Well, to be honest I think I would actually hinder you. Now I think you had better get your lovely little tanned butt out of bed or we will both get into trouble.” Steve added with a broad smile.
“Spoilsport!” I gently teased Steve before I climbed out of bed taking Steve’s duvet with me.
“Meanie!” Steve replied before he grabbed my duvet and covered himself back up again.
I giggled as I grabbed my towel.
“You not joining me?” I asked Steve.
“I would love to but I think that would make you late for school.” Steve replied with a big broad smile on his face.
I had a quick think.
“Probably.” I replied before I unlocked the bedroom door and chuckling to myself I headed to the bathroom.
“Morning dad.” I called out as I walked along the landing to the bathroom.
“Morning my special son.” My dad called back from downstairs.
“Using the bathroom.” I called back to my dad.
“Okay.” My dad replied. “Do I need to come and rescue you in ten minutes?” My dad then called in a jovial tone.
Laughing I entered the bathroom and closed the door. I quickly used the toilet and started the shower. I happily washed myself from head to toe remarking to myself how small my hands felt compared to Steve’s. After an enjoyable shower I brushed my teeth and started to get my hair sorted out. There was a knock at the bathroom door.
“Okay for me to enter?” Steve asked me.
“Come on in.” I replied happily.
Steve entered the bathroom with his towel wrapped around his waist. Steve quickly used the toilet and then began his shower. I was now finished in the bathroom.
“See you in the kitchen.” I said to Steve warmly as I left the bathroom with my towel tied round my waist.
“Will do.” Steve replied over the noise of the water.
I walked back into my bedroom and dried myself. I then picked my clothes for the day. As it was a lovely warm day already I picked boxers, t-shirt, shorts and socks. I had a spray of deodorant. Now dressed and looking brilliant (I checked in the mirror that was attached to the wardrobe door) I headed to the kitchen.
“Morning my special son.” My dad happily chirped as I walked into the kitchen.
“Morning dad.” I happily replied.
“Wow!” I then stated as I looked at the table. My dad had already laid out everything Steve and I might need for breakfast except for the actual cereal.
“Glad you are impressed.” My dad replied with a warm smile. “Cup of tea?” My dad then asked just as warmly.
“Please.” I replied as I filled a glass with some water and took my morning pills.
As soon as I had washed my pills down I went to the cereal cupboard and grabbed the Frosties. I poured some into a bowl, added milk and enjoyed my breakfast. Just as I started to eat I could hear noises from upstairs and so knew Steve was out of the bathroom.
“Would you do Steve a drink please?” I asked my dad.
“The coffee is ready and waiting.” My dad replied tenderly. I looked over. Sure enough my dad had used the good coffee this morning and there was plenty waiting to be drunk.
“You are welcome.” My dad stated as I shot him a big smile. “You got everything sorted out ready for school?” My dad then asked me.
“Yes dad.” I replied honestly.
“That is my good son.” My dad replied with a smile. “And there is the shining example my son looks up to.” My dad continued as a now dressed Steve appeared at the kitchen door.
“Morning.” Steve replied as he went a subtle shade of pink. I giggled
Steve sat down at the chair offered to him and my dad poured him some coffee. Steve poured some Frosties into his bowl, added milk and started to eat his breakfast.
“So what will you be doing today Steve?” My dad asked.
Steve went through the odd jobs he had to do today as well as shopping for a couple of final bits he needed for school and personal bits.
“Sounds like you will be busier today than my son.” My dad remarked as he ate some toast.
Steve and I chuckled as we continued with our breakfast.
As soon as breakfast was finished with it was time for me to leave. I went upstairs and grabbed my bag, returned downstairs and grabbed my packed lunch from the fridge, put my trainers on and I was ready to leave. I then gave my dad and Steve a big hug at the front door.
“I will tidy up my stuff before I head home. Have a good day at school.” Steve told me as I fought to stop myself crying. This would be the first time I had ever done the journey to school alone.
“Would you like to be walked to the bus stop?” My dad asked me. He must have realised I was feeling a little nervous and upset just at the moment.
“I will be fine.” I replied with a smile. My dad smiled back at me.
“My little boy is growing up.” My dad commented. My dad was smiling but I am sure part of him was sad as well.
I headed off to the bus stop to catch my school bus. It was not a long walk but it seemed to take forever today.
Bang on time my school bus arrived. It was my usual driver and he was his usual happy self.
“Morning Matthew.” My school bus driver welcomed me with warmly as I boarded what looked to be an empty bus. “You are the first.” He added confirming my guess that the bus was empty. “Got your bus pass?” My driver then asked.
“Yep.” I replied as I fished the pass out from my bag.
The school bus driver gave me a smile as I showed him my pass.
“I have some bad news for you.” My school bus driver told me with a smile. “You are no longer the youngest one on this school run.” He added instantly with a smile.
I chuckled. It would be odd not being the ‘baby’ on the school bus. A lot was changing.
The bus went along the usual route. In total there were just six of us today. I think the other pupils were a little surprised I already knew the driver and I was chatting to him until everyone was picked up.
As the driver now had to go onto the motorway I had to go and sit down. My school bus driver would have happily chatted with me more but he really needed to concentrate on this major road. Even I had seen the wreckage of vehicles where there had been accidents on this very busy road.
Before I knew it we were nearly at school. It turns out that none of the other five people on the bus with me were in my form group (there are 6 form groups with 30 pupils in each year).
The six of us got off the school bus, me saying a fond farewell to the driver and we all headed into school. At the school gate was a member of staff who directed us to the main assembly hall. Here all of us were slowly congregating.
“Matthew!” Sharon called as soon as I walked into the hall.
Before I knew it half of the pupils from my old class were around me looking me over.
“Look at your tan!” Several remarked as we all said hello and caught up. We were all smiles.
“Where did you go on holiday?” One of my friends asked expecting me to reply with an exotic country.
“Nowhere.” I replied. “I have just been outside a lot.” I added with a smile.
“Really?” Another one of my friends asked me with a real shocked tone. “You are so brown.” They added.
“Yeah.” I replied. “It is all over too.” I added as I lifted my t-shirt a little to show my very brown tummy. My friends were all stares and compliments.
A loud voice called for everyone to be quiet. Everyone turned to face the person who had called. It was the school headmaster.
All one hundred and eighty of us were invited to sit down. We quickly took the seats that had been set up in a semi circle and sat quietly.
The headmaster welcomed us all warmly to our induction day. The day would be split into three sessions. The first session would involve us being given our timetable and to be taken around the school again to refresh our memories. The second would be a maths lesson and a French lesson. The third and final session would be PE. The second and third sessions would be swapped around so half the year group would do the PE before lunch, the other half after lunch. All in all it sounded like quite an easy day.
The headmaster then quickly ran through a few of the rules we would be expected to comply with. This was mainly for the new pupils. We were then introduced to our Head of Year. This is the person we would be sent to for misbehaving unless it was something serious and we would then be sent direct to the headmaster. We were also introduced to the school receptionists and the school nurse. It was now time to be split into our form groups and to begin the day properly.
The headmaster then introduced our six form tutors. Mine turned out to be Mr Jones. He looked very amiable.
The six form tutors each went in turn to call out their form groups from the register. Thirty by thirty we all left the school hall with our form tutor to go to our form classrooms. I was lucky. I still had five of my old class in the same form group as me. Better still I liked all five I was with.
Mr Jones got all thirty of us sat down. He took the register again so he could work out who was who. Mr Jones was amiable and we all quickly found out that if we did not muck him about Mr Jones was quite a laugh as well.
Mr Jones was in his late thirties but looked younger. He had dark brown hair, blue eyes, a round nose and large red lips. He stood six foot two tall and was quite heavily built as if he spent a lot of time at the gym. It turns out Mr Jones taught French and would also be our French teacher this school year.
After taking the register Mr Jones chose me (as I was sitting at an aisle seat) to hand out an A4 sheet to everyone. This sheet we would fill in so we knew what lessons we had each day and what rooms we would need to go to for them. This sheet also listed break times and some other useful information. This is where things would get boring!
Over the next half hour we all filled in our lesson timetables. We would have different teachers for each subject. We would also be given homework for every subject except PE. As I looked at the homework schedule my heart sank. I hated homework and I would now be getting it every day! No fair!
Mr Jones quickly went round the room to make sure everyone had filled in their timetables correctly. It was then time for all of us to have a walk around the school to make sure we all knew where we had to go for lessons.
We all went outside into the warm sunshine. It felt good to be out in the sun again. It felt warm as well. I wondered if it would be okay to go bare chest. Could I ask? Should I ask?
Deciding not to say anything in case it made me a target I walked with Mr Jones and the rest of the class. We visited the arts and craft block, the drama block, the PE block, Science block and continued around the school. We were also shown the main school eating hall and other permitted eating places. Mr Jones made sure we understood the maps we had been given and exactly where our lessons would be held. I was surprised at how many classrooms there were. The secondary part of the school was huge compared to the primary section.
By the time we had done the tour and got back to our form room it was nearly time for the morning break. This was just a quick fifteen minute break. To pass the time Mr Jones decided that we would all spend thirty seconds telling everyone about ourselves. Mr Jones went first.
When it came round to my turn I told everyone my name, that I had been in the primary section of this school, that I had been spending the summer having fun with a friend which is why I had such a good sun tan. I went on and told everyone a few other things but left out what had happened with my brother. It turns out that there were some very interesting people in the class as well.
Mr Jones then told us it was time for a break. We were to return to our form room in twenty minutes (we had five minutes to get to each different class). We were then sent out to unwind and relax. Like a few others in my form group I went to one of the drinks machines. I put in some money and chose a can of Fanta. While I enjoyed my drink I got chatting with some of the other lads in my form group. Just as had happened earlier they were all surprised at just how good a tan I had got over the summer. I was again asked if it was just my arms, legs and face and I promptly lifted my t-shirt to show that my tummy and chest were just as brown. Everyone seemed impressed.
All too soon break time was over and we all returned to class. We waited outside the classroom. Mr Jones soon arrived with another teacher and we all went inside.
“Now you lucky ones are going to have your maths lesson followed by your French lesson.” Mr Jones explained. Everyone groaned! Mr Jones smiled. “Then after lunch you all get to work off your restless energy and do PE.” Mr Jones added. That sounded better. “This is Mr Franks, one of our maths teachers.” Mr Jones then explained.
Mr Franks said a quick hello before he handed out some stapled pieces of paper to everyone. We were being given a maths test!
“The purpose of this test is simply to see how much you already know so there is no need to worry about how you do on this test. The test has been designed so you cannot finish it. What we would like you to do is get everything you do correct” Mr Franks explained. “You will need your pen, pencil and ruler.” Mr Franks added.
Feeling better about having to take this test I and the other twenty nine of us quietly began to work through the questions. Some of the questions were stupidly easy. I soon found out that the questions slowly got harder as you turned each page. It was not too long before some people were really struggling. I was still doing okay. I am so glad my last teacher had been so inspirational and had made me believe in myself. I continued to slowly work through the test, all the time making sure I got the question right before I moved on.
“Time is up.” Mr Franks announced. Wow! Where had the last forty minutes gone?
We all handed our tests in. I suddenly realised my head was hurting. Had I been concentrating that much for the test?
A minute later six shorts beeps came over the school intercom system. This meant the forty five minutes for the lesson had passed. Normally we would then have five minutes to get to our next class. Today our French teacher would be coming to us. As it was Mr Jones we simply had five minutes where we could chat to whoever was close to us.
Mr Jones brought us all to order and we began our French lesson. Mr Jones explained that he would conduct as much of the class as possible in French to help us learn and get used to the language and its contexts. This would be interesting. Mr Jones then got two pupils to hand out sheets of paper to everyone.
“Bonjour ma classe.” Mr Jones said. This was also on the top line of the first sheet. “Now repeat after me; Bonjour Monsieur Jones.” Mr Jones then added.
“Bonjour Monsieur Jones.” All thirty of us repeated.
“Excellent.” Mr Jones told us all.
We then spent the rest of the lesson learning how to say hello; I am; my age is; I have these relatives I live with; some numbers and the most common family pets. The French lesson was actually much more interesting than I expected and a lot more fun too. I did not even mind the fact that Mr Jones asked us all to use the sheets we had been given to write a short paragraph about ourselves stating our name, age, relatives we lived with, pets we had and so on. Just as well we had a large English to French dictionary at home so I could look up any words I needed.
It was now time for lunch. Mr Jones got us all to put everything we had in our bags and reminded us that we needed to return to this room for afternoon registration. Mr Jones then had us follow him to the main school eating hall for lunch.
“Please remember the areas of the school you must not enter during the lunch hour but apart from those places you are welcome to go anywhere.” Mr Jones reminded us before he headed off to the staff room for some peace and quiet and his own lunch.
We happened to be the first class to reach the eating hall. Before long the other classes arrived as well and the combined noise of one hundred and eighty excited pupils filled the room. There were a few “dinner ladies” in the hall as well.
After eating we all went outside. I linked up with a few of my former classmates and a few new friends and the eight of us wandered outside and stood chatting on one of the numerous grassed areas of the school.
We had just finished with all the introductions and telling each other what schools we had been at before the summer break when my day came crashing down around me. Just as we all agreed where we should wander to so we could sit and get to know each other better I felt two hands grab my butt cheeks and squeeze!
Being totally unprepared for this I screamed out; jumped forward with my arms flailing in my shock and surprise. My seven friends all looked surprised as well as I turned round to see who had done this and to also find out who was laughing.
There in front of me was a short, fat dumpy boy. He was morbidly obese, had moobs showing through his oversized football shirt, short messy ginger hair, a fat round face with gray eyes, a flattened nose and braces on his teeth. He was so fat he had no neck and he was laughing at me!
“Who is mister popular now?” This fat kid taunted me. He seemed to be oblivious to the fact that he was the only person laughing. I was not and none of the seven pupils I was with were laughing either.
I lost it!
Everything seemed to slow down and then went into slow motion. I was absolutely fuming! I felt my fist clench. My eyes picked their target and locked in. I felt my arm move and my clenched fist went from behind me to in front of me. It was at this time that some other pupils faces then changed expression. I found out later that I had an absolute face like thunder!
The facial expression on this ginger haired kid changed as he suddenly realised he was about to get thumped. He did not have time to move.
The next instant my right fist met with this fat kid’s nose. His nose seemed to explode and blood spattered in every direction. The fat kid was propelled backwards as my fist continued its journey forward.
“Oooooooofffffff!” The fat kid exclaimed as he fell backwards, blood from his nose pouring onto his fat face. There was worse to come!
As soon as I recovered my balance I jumped onto the fat ginger kid. He had no time to do anything to protect himself and as I pounced I pinned his arms to his side. He was now lying on the grass, his arms pinned to his side and totally defenceless.
Still seeing red and totally furious I started to punch this fat ginger haired kid in the face. Suddenly the other seven pupils I was with recovered their own senses and tried to pull me off of this kid before I did some serious damage. It was too late though. Before any of them had managed to grab me to try to pull me away I had already landed another six punches on target.
“Get the fuck off of me!” I yelled out to my friends as I now struggled against them so I could return to beating the living daylights out of the kid who had scared me. They would not though but it was taking all seven of them to hold me down and try to calm me down. The fat ginger haired kid was crying!
Unfortunately this commotion happened not far from the staff room and a couple of members of staff were now here as well.
One member of staff started to tend to the boy whose face I had pummelled while the other one came over to me, now securely pinned down by my friends and finally calming down.
“Headmasters office.” The teacher said in a voice full of authority. Suddenly I felt ill! A third member of staff arrived and walked me to the headmaster’s office while the other two teachers questioned the seven boys I had been with to find out what had happened as well as tending to the kid I had punched.
Once outside the headmasters office one of the receptionists came out and asked me who I would like called to join me with the headmaster. Obviously this was serious.
“Steve.” I replied in a squeak.
“Who?” The receptionist asked.
I repeated my answer and also added Steve’s surname as well. The receptionist obviously knew the surname as she had me quickly join her in the main reception office. The receptionist then looked up the phone number on her computer, called the number, spoke to whoever answered the phone and then handed the phone over to me.
“Matthew, what is going on?” Steve asked me as soon as I took the phone.
I burst into tears as I told Steve what had happened. Steve stopped me as soon as I told him that I had battered this kid who had grabbed my butt cheeks and made me jump.
“You know I will have to bring my mum with me to speak with the headmaster don’t you?” Steve asked me.
“Do you have to?” I asked still very upset.
“Yes.” Steve told me. “What has happened is serious so we need an adult.” Steve told me with concern.
“Ok.” I sobbed in reply.
“Now you calm down and we will both be there very soon.” Steve told me.
Steve and I said goodbye to each other and I returned to waiting outside the headmaster’s office. I felt physically sick!
Twenty minutes later Steve and his mum came charging into the school and headed into the reception area. They signed in and then came over to me. I immediately burst into tears and grabbed Steve’s mum in a fierce embrace.
“Okay sweetie, tell me what happened.” Steve’s mum told me.
I tearfully told Steve and his mum what had happened from the beginning. They both listened without interrupting.
“Well that explains the ambulance.” Steve commented once I had finished.
“Ambulance?” I asked sounding shocked.
“There is an ambulance crew with a fat kid with a load of bandages over his face.” Steve explained with a grimace as he realised he had made a huge mistake with letting me know he had seen the ambulance.
Had I been that brutal?
At that point the headmaster arrived. He seemed surprised to see Steve and his mum with me and his surprise must have shown.
“Matthew requested I be here.” Steve’s mum explained.
“You are sure you would not prefer your own parents here?” The headmaster asked me.
I shook my head.
“They would make the situation worse.” I replied mournfully. I did not see this but Steve’s mum (who was behind me) nodded her head to confirm what I had just said.
“Okay, let us all go inside and discuss this.” The headmaster said; his voice full of quiet authority.
The four of us entered the headmaster’s office and sat down. After giving us all a minute to get comfortable the headmaster spoke.
“Now from what I understand a pupil has come up behind you, grabbed your buttocks making you jump, you lashed out and punched this pupil several times.” The headmaster stated to me. “In essence is that all correct?” The headmaster then asked me.
“Yes sir.” I replied in a squeak.
“Now considering that this offence can carry a permanent expulsion from the school I think you had better fill me in on all the details including any extenuating circumstances.” The headmaster added.
Expulsion!
I cannot get expelled!
My parents would kill me!
I burst into tears!
“Would it be okay if I explained some details to you?” Steve’s mum offered.
“By all means, feel free.” My headmaster replied.
Steve’s mum sent Steve and I out into the hallway so I could calm down. I could not hear anything from the headmaster’s office as I calmed down. I guess this was a good thing.
After five minutes a receptionist came out.
“Go back inside please.” The receptionist told Steve and I.
Steve and I walked back into the headmaster’s office and sat down.
The headmaster looked as if he was deep in thought.
“Okay Matthew. As you are aware physical violence will not be tolerated under normal circumstances in this school.” My headmaster stated.
“No sir.” I replied obediently.
“After our conversation (meaning the chat my headmaster had just finished with Steve’s mum) I have found out that your circumstances are most certainly not the norm.” My headmaster continued.
My headmaster paused for a moment.
“I have decided to confer with some other people as to what would be the best course of action here. I am not convinced a temporary expulsion or suspension would serve any purpose at this time but I will need to speak with one or both of your parents before the week is out and I expect to see you tomorrow morning before assembly so you can tell me what you have arranged in that respect.” My headmaster informed me.
“Yes sir.” I replied quietly.
“In the meantime the lunch break is almost over so I want you to go tidy yourself up before registration and then continue the day as planned.” My headmaster then instructed.
“Yes sir.” I replied obediently.
“Once this incident is dealt with I also never want to see you at my door in trouble again.” My headmaster then warned with authority.
“No sir.” I replied with feeling.
My headmaster then nodded his head and stood up. Steve, his mum and I all stood up as well. The headmaster was a perfect gentleman with Steve’s mum and showed her out of his office holding the door open for her.
“When can I speak to one of your parents?” Steve’s mum asked me as soon as we were outside the headmaster’s office.
“Would you leave it until tomorrow please so you speak to my dad and not my mum?” I asked meekly.
“Okay.” Steve’s mum replied. “You do realise you are not off the hook here don’t you?” Steve’s mum asked me.
“I know.” I replied sounding nervous.
“Ok. Steve and I have to go. Try not to stress too much and Steve will see you tomorrow.” Steve’s mum told me kindly.
I nodded my head and then watched Steve and his mum leave. I then went to the nearest toilet block to wash my face.
After urinating I washed my face. It was only then I noticed my knuckles had scuffed skin and blood and scabs over them. They also hurt. Had I beaten that kid up that badly? The sounds of the school bell beeping disturbed my thoughts. Crap! I had to get back for registration before I got into more trouble!
Still feeling pretty emotional I ran to my form room. I did not know it yet but word had already got round the school about what had happened.
“Don’t hurt me!” One of my friends begged in a loud voice as I charged through the door to join the line outside my form room.
“Not funny.” I replied in a hurt tone.
“Careful, Matthew will slap you for comments like that!” Another friend stated joining in the teasing.
“That’s mean!” I told me friend as I pointed at him. That was a mistake!
“Look at your knuckles!” My friend stated in shock. Now there was a circle of people around me looking at my red bruised knuckles.
“Why do I not see two lines waiting to enter the room?” Mr Jones asked in a loud voice.
Within ten seconds there were two straight lines of pupils waiting in an orderly fashion to enter the classroom.
“Why don’t you go in first Rocky?” Mr Jones stated looking directly at me. I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me whole!
With the rest of the class trying to stifle their giggles I walked into the classroom and the rest of my form group followed. Mr Jones came in last.
Mr Jones took the afternoon register and kept us all in order until the intercom system beeped several times. Mr Jones sent us all out of the classroom and we all headed to the PE block.
As soon as we all entered the PE block the boys and girls were separated and we went into our appropriate changing rooms. It turns out the news about my fight really had spread throughout the whole year group and I was mobbed with questions and requests to show off my knuckles until Mr Taylor (a PE teacher) sent everyone away. Mr Taylor then made it very clear that my incident at lunchtime was not up for discussion until the end of the day and anyone who asked me anything would have two hundred lines to write for tomorrow as punishment. That scared everyone off!
Those of us that wanted to change into other clothes for PE could now do so. The rest of us were told to head into the main sports hall. Within a couple of minutes we were all in the main sports hall with half of the PE staff supervising. It seemed odd to me but all but one of the PE staff had A4 notepads.
“Now are there any of you who cannot do PE?” Mr Taylor asked.
I raised my hand. Mr Taylor beckoned me over.
Mr Taylor and I had a quick chat about why I could not do PE. Mr Taylor seemed surprised that I could not do PE, especially as he had seen the way I had struggled against the seven pupils at lunchtime. He was even more surprised when he heard I had busted ribs and I was on pretty strong painkillers.
“Would you like to be involved as you have forgotten your doctor’s note?” Mr Taylor asked me.
“If I could.” I replied honestly. The last thing I needed was to be sitting on the sidelines for an hour and a half with my mind able to torture me about the events of the day.
“Well as we have an odd number you can be our bowler.” Mr Taylor informed me.
“Cool.” I replied thankful a common sense approach had been taken.
Mr Taylor then informed everyone that we would be playing a game of nonstop cricket. He quickly ran through the rules. As I would be permanent bowler the two teams did not have to worry about choosing one. Mr Taylor picked two names at random for team captains. Mr Taylor then went along the line of boys telling each boy ‘one’ or ‘two’. Team one were put into bat and team two would field to begin with. I had a small circle I could not move out of that I would be bowling from. It was the fielder’s job to make sure the ball got to me without me moving out of the circle. This would be interesting.
The first batsman stood in front of the wicket. I asked Mr Taylor if I could bowl over arm. Mr Taylor replied that as long as I stayed in the circle I could bowl any way I wished. The circle was quite small so I had no space to walk up to the bowling point. I had to stand still and bowl.
I took the tennis ball, gave it a quick feel over and bowled the first ball. The ball went to the right before it bounced and took a sharp left. The batsman was caught off guard and the ball hit the wicket.
“Out!” Mr Taylor called. “Next batsman.” He then added as the wicket keeper lobbed the ball to me.
The second batsman barely had time to sprint to the crease before I bowled the next ball. This ball went to the left slightly before it banked sharply right. This time the batsman managed to touch the ball with the bat but it went straight into the hands of the wicket keeper.
I had not noticed this but the PE teachers with the notepads were making notes about me. I had caught their attention!
The third batsman raced to the crease to try and get there before I bowled again. This time he was lucky and managed to whack the ball down to the far end of the sports hall.
“Run!” Mr Taylor instructed as the fielders raced to collect the ball and get it back to me. We were off!
The next hour and a half flew by. My bowling was a nightmare for both teams and the wickets flew by thick and fast. Runs were hard to come by and so both teams were really trying to win this game. It actually got very noisy as yells of ‘catch’ ‘run’ ‘again’ ‘out’ echoed around the sports hall in rapid succession.
The first innings finished, the second innings came and went, a third innings came and went as well and we still had more time to go! We actually had time for a fourth speed innings.
“Each team will have five minutes no matter how many players are caught out, bowled out or run out.” Mr Taylor explained. “First batsman.” Mr Taylor then called.
Everyone was puffing and panting by now, even me. This game had been very intense and fast paced. It was certainly thrilling though. After three innings there was only one run separating the two teams. This would be a thrilling finish.
“Go.” Mr Taylor instructed and I bowled the first ball of the fourth innings.
As expected the fourth innings was very intense. Everyone was rushing round and the adrenaline was really flowing. I was sweating and almost shaking with the excitement as well as both teams desperately tried to clinch the victory.
“Change over.” Mr Taylor called after the allotted five minutes expired.
“Team two; you need five runs to win.” Mr Taylor announced as the first batsman walked to the crease. “Play.” Mr Taylor then added.
This final session was more intense than all the other put together. Everyone was really trying to outdo themselves to secure the win. The fielding team knew they had to be quick or there would be a time penalty added. The batting team knew there was no more innings to help win the game and they still had to face my demon bowling!
“Time.” Mr Taylor called after six minutes. “What is the final score?” Mr Taylor then asked as he had not been keeping up, what with trying to keep track on the frantic final innings.
“A draw.” Another teacher informed everyone. Mr Taylor called the two team captains together.
“Your choice lads, you can shake and have a well earnt draw or you two can play sudden death against our demon bowler.” Mr Taylor informed the two team captains.
Both team captains were puffing and panting already as they had been working so hard to motivate their respective teams. They both looked at me, looked at each other and both offered each other their hands at the same time.
“Very honourable.” Mr Taylor informed them both as they shook hands. “An excellent way to finish the day as well.” Mr Taylor added.
“Excellent game lads.” Mr Taylor then told everyone. “You have all done well.” Mr Taylor added. “Now everyone except Matthew head off to the changing rooms and collect your stuff before the bell goes.” Mr Taylor instructed.
All forty four lads headed off with everyone giving congratulations, many to me as well as they passed by me as I headed to Mr Taylor.
“Now you are not in trouble young Matthew.” Mr Taylor told me as soon as I got to him and the other male members of the PE department. “We want to know how you can bowl as well as you do.” Mr Taylor added. I smiled.
“A lot of practise with my brother and friends.” I replied honestly.
“Excellent.” Mr Taylor replied. Mr Taylor looked at the other members of staff who all nodded.
“We would like you to consider joining the school cricket team when summer returns next year.” Mr Taylor invited me. “We think you will be a real asset.” Mr Taylor added.
I was thrilled.
“Really?” I asked; the delight obvious by the expression on my face.
“Yes.” Mr Taylor replied. “Now off you go and get sorted out with all the others so you are not late for the bell.” Mr Taylor added. “You have plenty of time to think about it. Just keep an eye on the notice board and remember to add your name if you still want to join the school team when the list goes up.” Mr Taylor finished.
“I will sir, thank you.” I replied before I jogged towards the exit door and the changing room.
I was ecstatic.
I had literally just reached the changing room when the bell went to signal the end of the day. I grabbed my bag, said ‘goodbye’ and ‘well done’ to several fellow pupils as we all charged out of the changing room and I headed to my school bus. What a day it had been!
As soon as I got onto my school bus I was asked where I had learnt to bowl from one of the other boys who had been playing cricket this afternoon with me. The other four pupils soon arrived as well and because of the cricket and my scrap I was the centre of attention for the ride home. It felt quite weird to have everyone’s attention on me. It was partly nice but partly horrible to be under such intense scrutiny.
“I’m home!” I yelled out as soon as I let myself in.
“You look all hot and bothered.” My mum stated as she was in the hallway vacuuming.
“The bus was hot and it was a busy day.” I replied honestly as I took off my trainers and then peeled my socks off as well. I was hot and sweaty!
“Any homework?” My mum asked me.
“Only a little French.” I replied honestly. “I have to write a short paragraph about me and who I live with in French.” I added.
“How long will that take?” My mum asked me with genuine interest.
“About ten minutes.” I replied honestly. “I have most of the words and phrases on a sheet; I just have to write it.” I added.
“When will you do it?” My mum then asked me with interest.
“Can I call Steve first and do it after that?” I asked. “I want to share some news with him.” I added honestly.
“Five minutes.” My mum told me kindly.
“Thanks.” I replied before I headed into the living room.
I picked up the phone receiver, looked up and dialled Steve’s number and waited while I heard the ringing noise.
“Hello.” Steve answered the phone happily.
“Guess what happened to me this afternoon.” I said to Steve in a cryptic but happy tone.
“Well it is good.” Steve surmised. “I have no idea though so please tell me.” Steve added.
I happily told Steve about me being invited to join the school cricket team for the up and coming season next year. Steve was delighted and surprised all in one. It was highly unusual for first year students to be asked to join the team.
“I will have to congratulate you properly on Friday.” Steve stated happily.
“Goodie!” I replied just as happily.
“Time.” My mum called softly.
“Sorry Steve, I have to go and do my homework.” I told Steve.
“That’s ok. Have fun.” Steve replied.
Steve and I said a happy goodbye before I hung up the phone. I then grabbed my school bag, took my French sheets out, took my bag upstairs and dumped it on the floor, stripped naked, grabbed an A4 pad, walked out of my bedroom, grabbed a towel out of the airing cupboard, headed downstairs, grabbed my French sheets, a drink and walked out into the back garden. My mum was in the living room with the vacuum so she had not seen me streak through the house and outside!
Once in the garden I laid the towel out onto the grass, got on top of it and began to look through the French sheet from earlier. I then thought about what I needed to say before I started to take the words from the sheet and began to write my paragraph. I found this work quite enjoyable even if it was not easy.
I had just finished my homework and double checked all the phrases and verbs when I heard a scream. I had barely lifted up my head to work out where the scream had come from when something grabbed me by the ear, hard!
“What the hell do you think you are doing?” My mum demanded as she literally dragged me back into the house with me whimpering “Ow, ow, ow, ow!” all the way.
“I was doing my homework.” I replied innocently. It had not crossed my mind that I was naked. Guess I had got so used to it I just did not think about it anymore.
“With no clothes on!” My mum shrieked, still tweaking my ear in a painful way.
“It is hot in the sun.” I replied honestly.
“And just how much time have you spent with no clothes on this summer?” My mum then asked as she stared at my crotch. Suddenly I felt very conscious and covered my ‘privates’.
“Uuuuuuummmmmm.” I replied.
“Okay, you have a choice. Be naked in your room or put some shorts on now.” My mum instructed with authority as she finally released my ear.
Wanting to stay naked as I was so used to it I stomped upstairs in a huff (which does not really work when you are barefoot) and slammed my bedroom door. As I had no homework to do I switched on my pc and stereo. With some music playing loudly I logged in to my email account and looked at the emails in my inbox.
With that all done I logged into the instant messenger before I looked at what else was on my pc. After about five minutes my pc beeped a few times. My aunt had just logged in and sent me a message.
I spent a wonderful hour chatting with my aunt on the instant messenger. My aunt could not do a cam chat with me as she was still working but it was good to hear how she and Daniel were doing. Daniel was still improving on a daily basis. He was still eating huge amounts which meant he would soon put on the weight he had lost. Daniel had more energy, was paying more attention in class and all his friends were relaxing more around him as he seemed to be happier as well. I was quickly working out where the letters were on the keyboard but at the moment I was still only typing with one finger as I had to look for the letter before I could type it. I was getting faster though. This was fun! I noted down on a piece of paper to look for the typing teacher Steve said was on my pc.
Just after my aunt and I said a happy goodbye to each other my dad came home from work. I knew this because he knocked on my bedroom door.
“Am I allowed in?” My dad asked from the other side of the door.
Confused as to why my dad would ask this I got up and opened my bedroom door.
“Oooooohhhhhhh! Naked body!” My dad teased as he covered his eyes and tried not to laugh.
“Come in dad.” I told my dad as I smiled myself.
My dad came into my bedroom and sat down on my bed. He then patted his lap and looked at me with a loving smile.
“Need a father son chat.” My dad told me lovingly.
Smiling I jumped onto my dad’s lap for our chat.
My dad explained that my mum had sent him up here to have a chat with me regarding my running around naked. While my dad felt that it was fine my mum had much more old fashioned and conservative views and hated nudity anywhere except the bathroom.
“You have heard your mum tell Daniel off before now.” My dad reminded me gently.
“But why does it matter if I am naked?” I asked with all sincerity. “Steve and his parent were fine about it as long as you had clothes on to eat at the table.” I added in the vain hope it would help my case.
“Would you like me to have a chat with your mum and try to find some middle ground?” My dad asked me tenderly.
“Please.” I replied. “I only got stroppy earlier.” I added honestly.
“Yes, that was brought up!” My dad stated with a smile.
My dad gave me a kiss on my forehead before he lifted me off of his lap.
“Dinner is in ten minutes and I will go have a chat now.” My dad promised me before he left my bedroom.
“Thanks dad.” I replied before my dad left my bedroom and vanished downstairs.
Less than a minute later the kitchen door closed. My parents were not shouting but their voices were louder than usual. Suddenly my mum really raised her voice.
“Well in that case I will take the promotion offered and you go onto permanent earlies and the pair of you can be pervy and naked together!” My mum screamed.
“Fine!” My dad replied in a loud voice.
It all went quiet!
All I could hear was the noise coming from my stereo and the hum of the fans running in my pc and monitor.
Was the silence a good or bad thing?
I would find out soon enough.
“Matthew, dinner.” My mum called a couple of minutes later as if nothing had happened.
“Okay.” I called back.
I turned off my stereo, put on my shorts and went to the bathroom before heading downstairs. Feeling much more comfortable I walked into the kitchen. There on the table for me was a nice looking pork chop with mash and mixed vegetables. It looked nice and my stomach grumbled with anticipation.
“Well at least someone appreciates my cooking.” My mum joked at my reaction. I blushed as my dad chuckled.
We all sat down and ate. I was surprised that nothing was said about me wearing nothing but a pair of shorts. I guess mum was just happy I was wearing clothes when I came down to eat. While we ate mum and dad made sure they both knew what was going on with each other’s shifts and mum being away for the weekend. Both my parents seemed pleased that I would not be home alone on Friday.
“Time for a quick father son chat.” My dad insisted as soon as we had all finished eating. “Back upstairs?” My dad then asked me with a smile.
“Okay.” I replied before my dad and I headed upstairs.
We both walked into my bedroom and sat down on the bed.
“Keeping your shorts on?” My dad asked with a smile in a cryptic way. I just gave my dad a confused look.
“Well you know I had a chat with your mum about you being nude.” My dad started. I nodded my head. “And so you know it did not go too brilliantly.” My dad added. Again I nodded my head. “Well your mum has also been offered a promotion at work but that means she would have to start at nine in the morning. Now we can do that but it means I would have to do permanent earlies.” My dad continued. I wonder what this had to do with me.
My dad paused and took a deep breath.
“Now your mum is adamant that when she is home she will not have you running around the house naked but as I am not bothered with the prospect she has basically said she will take the promotion and we can be naughty together although they are not her words but mine.” My dad informed me.
I giggled.
“I think the word mum used was pervy!” I reminded my dad with a big smile as I giggled louder.
“You heard?” My dad asked as he desperately tried to suppress his own laughter and stay serious for a few more minutes.
“Only the last little bit.” I replied honestly. “Why is it pervy?” I than asked my dad.
My dad took a big sigh.
“I was afraid you would ask me that.” My dad replied. At least he was smiling though.
My dad then spent ten minutes explaining to me societies differing viewpoints when it came to nudity and the age of the person nude. Some people deemed it perfectly natural to spend as much of their life nude as possible. People on the other extreme of the viewpoint would find it offensive to see a two year old running around naked in the privacy of their own home straight after a bath before they have had their nappy and pyjamas put on them for bed.
“So mum leans towards keeping covered at all costs and you are more... what’s the word... liberal?” I asked my dad.
“Yes.” My dad replied. “Although I think Steve and his family are what you could call very liberal.” My dad added.
I just shrugged my shoulders.
“You have not thought about it?” My dad asked.
“Not really.” I replied honestly. “When you are swimming and playing table tennis and games and occupied you forget all about it.” I added with just as much honesty.
“I am going out to do some shopping. Does anyone want anything?” My mum called up the stairs.
“Something nice for my school lunches please.” I called back to my mum. I had noticed there was very little in the fridge earlier.
“We need some stamps as well honey.” My dad then called after me.
“Okay.” My mum replied before we heard the front door close.
“So you really have no problem with me being naked around the house?” I asked my dad.
“None.” My dad replied. “Since you started being naked I have wondered what it is like as well.” My dad added as he blushed.
“No time like the present.” I informed my dad as I skimmed my shorts down my legs and off of me and kicked them onto the floor.
My dad cocked an eyebrow up at me.
“You serious?” My dad asked me, the surprise evident in the tone of his voice.
I nodded my head.
“I know it will be weird to start with dad.” I stated with honesty. “I had a few mishaps.” I added with more honesty.
“Mishaps?” My dad asked me intrigued.
“You have to promise not to tell mum.” I told my dad as I turned beetroot red.
My dad gave my shoulder a tender squeeze.
“I promise.” My dad told me with love.
“I keep getting hard when I see Steve’s mum in her bikinis.” I admitted. My dad smiled but to my surprise he did not burst into laughter or mock me. Then to my surprise my dad quickly shuffled about on the bed a bit whilst grabbing at the side of his jeans.
“You are doing the same!” I exclaimed in shock and surprise.
“She is a very attractive woman.” My dad admitted in a calm way.
“But...” I stated feeling quite surprised at my dad’s admission.
“Yes I am happily married and I love you mum completely but that does not mean my eyes will not let me see something beautiful whether it be a wonderful sunset or a beautiful woman or even my very handsome tanned hunk of a son.” My dad responded giving me some context and a lot of praise at the same time.
“Hunk?” I asked my dad.
“Yes, hunk.” My dad replied. “Look in your mirror.” My dad added with feeling.
Intrigued I looked in the full length mirror that had been fitted to my wardrobe door. My dad quickly left the bedroom and returned a few moments with a picture of me bare chest from a few months ago. Sure enough I had got a lot larger around the chest and did actually resemble a hunky young man.
“Wow!” I replied as I realised just how much I had changed over the last few months.
“It seems that the lifestyle you have been living with Steve has done you the world of good.” My dad stated with what had to be love. I am sure there was a hint of sadness as well but I could not be sure.
I was not sure what my dad meant by that and the confusion must have shown on my face.
“All the running around, swimming, sunbathing...” My dad stated and then trailed off as his gaze reached my middle.
I looked at my dad. He seemed almost shocked.
“Crap, your ass is the same colour as the rest of you!” My dad exclaimed.
I giggled. I guess my dad had never seen an all over body tan before.
It was then that I noticed the towel I had grabbed earlier was still in the garden and so was my French homework.
“I have got to go fetch my homework.” I told my dad and streaked off before my dad had a chance to respond.
I quickly ran into the garden. Thankfully there was no wind today and my homework had not blown away. I quickly grabbed all the pieces of paper, my pen and jogged back into the house. When I returned to my bedroom I noticed my dad was now bare chest. In fact he was bare foot as well.
“Give it a try dad.” I encouraged my dad. “It is only us two.” I added. I could see that my dad was nervous but intrigued as well.
“But what if, well, you know.” My dad asked me. My dad was nervous about having the same reaction as I had encountered. My dad was worried about me seeing him with an erection.
“But you are my dad. I know it means nothing.” I told my dad. “It will just be where you are not used to the wind blowing around there making it go hard.” I added as encouragement.
“So what is your excuse?” My dad then asked me. Sure enough I had an erection!
“Why has that happened?” I asked out loud. I was not horny that I knew of and could see no reason why I should have an erection.
“You are eleven!” My dad replied jovially. “I am guessing you are hitting puberty.” My dad added just as happily. Suddenly my dad looked sad.
“Oh my wonderful little boy is growing up.” My dad bemoaned. He really was sad!
“I will always be your little boy.” I told my dad as I grabbed him in a hug.
The hair on my dad’s chest smelt nice and I inhaled deeply.
“What is that smell?” I asked my dad.
“That is my deodorant.” My dad replied happily as we hugged. “I use the same deodorant and after shave gel. I add a little to my chest hair so they do not smell bad if I get a bit sweaty during the day.” My dad explained.
“Smells nice.” I replied honestly and happily.
“Thank you my special little guy.” My dad responded as he gave me a kiss on the top of my head.
We stood like that for a good thirty seconds. It felt so good.
“So my special son. You choose. Do you want to risk seeing your old man with nothing on or would you like to be naked and I stay in my jeans and boxers?” My dad asked me.
“Who is this old man?” I asked my dad without pausing.
My dad gripped me tighter and gave me another big kiss on the top of my head.
“Oh it is so good to have you home son.” My dad told me as I remained trapped in his tight hug.
“Would you like to see what it is like to be naked dad?” I asked with genuine interest.
“Well, yes but I am still unsure.” My dad replied honestly. “Guess like you needed to start with I need a helpful push to help me overcome my nerves.
I thought for a moment.
“What are you doing?” My dad asked as he felt the button to his jeans open and the zip open as well.
“I am giving you that push.” I replied to my dad. “Tell me to stop if I am doing something wrong.” I then added. My dad said nothing but gave me a warm smile.
My dad took a deep breath and then nodded his head.
I pulled my dad’s jeans down and helped him take them off. Now all my dad was wearing was his boxer shorts.
My dad took another deep breath and nodded his head again. I pulled hard and my dad’s boxer shorts slipped down my dad’s legs. My dad took another deep breath and kicked his boxer shorts off.
I looked at my dad. He was naked!
“Wow!” My dad stated as he breathed fast.
My dad went and sat down on my bed. I immediately jumped onto my dad’s lap and gave him a hug.
“You okay dad?” I asked.
“Yes.” My dad replied. “I just never thought I would be naked with my son naked on my lap again after you two were babies and I would bath you with me.” My dad replied honestly.
“You would have us in the bath with you?” I asked my dad.
“Many times when you and Daniel were little; especially when you were only a few months old.” My dad added. I looked up a bit. My dad had that glazed look he always had when he remembered things he loved from years ago.
“Tell me.” I implored my dad as he had gone all quiet.
“Well when you and Daniel were little babies your mum was worried about bathing you so I would bathe you. I would just get your mum to strip you off and I would put you on my legs and gently wash you and rinse you and me being me I would pull funny faces and make funny noises so you would both laugh before I gave you back to your mum to be dried and dressed ready for bed. As you know when you got a little older Daniel insisted on doing this instead with you and you both loved it.” My dad explained with that glazed expression on his face throughout.
“To think I used to have you on my lap and you would just lie there grinning that wonderful toothless smile and gurgling and dribbling and blowing bubbles at me.” My dad added getting quite emotional as well now.
“And now you can barely pin me down when we wrestle.” I told my dad and gave him a gentle poke in the ribs.
“Says who?” My dad responded.
“Says me!” I replied before I bolted out of my bedroom and ran through the house naked laughing all the way.
My dad was right behind me and managed to trap me in the back garden. My dad then grabbed me and we started to wrestle on the grass just as we normally did except now we were both naked.
“Submit.” My dad panted when he finally got me pinned.
“I submit.” I laughed. “Took you long enough.” I immediately chided as well.
“Careful. I have clear access to your bare butt cheeks.” My dad warned me.
“You would not dare!” I dared my dad.
He did dare!
I yelled and laughed out loud as my dad gave my butt cheeks several playful slaps. He was laughing as much as I was.
“Oh for goodness sake!” My mum exclaimed loudly from the kitchen.
“Sounds like I am in trouble!” My dad stated with a smile. “Think I should go to make it really big trouble!” My dad then stated as his smile got bigger and purely demonic.
I could not help myself. I started to laugh as my dad headed towards the kitchen to do goodness only knows what!
A few moments later my mum screamed and began to swear numerous obscenities at my dad. As I listened I realised the noise was moving around the house. My dad was chasing my mum!
A door slammed and it all went quiet. A few moments later my dad returned with a smirk on his face.
“Oh I am so going to pay for that later!” My dad stated as he returned to the garden where I was sitting on the grass.
I giggled.
Without warning my dad grabbed one of my ankles and pulled it upwards. My dad then playfully swatted at my butt cheeks again.
“This is for being cheeky!” My dad told me as I yelped and laughed all the more. I had forgotten just how much fun my dad could be.
My dad released my ankle and sat down on the grass with me. I pushed my dad over. As luck would have it my dad was on his stomach. I jumped onto my dad’s back and this time I started to slap my dad’s bare butt cheeks.
“Oh you are going to pay for that!” My dad exclaimed and began to struggle to turn over.
I did the best that I could but my dad soon managed to turn over. My dad then grabbed my ribs and began to tickle me. I burst out laughing and tried to flee. Being on top of my dad was a bad place to start though and all I managed to do was collapse onto the grass ending up on my stomach. My dad was immediately on top of me and sat on my ankles.
“No!” I screamed out loud as I knew what was about to happen.
I was wrong with my guess but it was nearly as bad. I was expecting my dad to slap my butt again. He did not.
I screamed, yelled and laughed even harder as my dad started to tickle behind my knees. He knew exactly where to tickle and I was powerless to do anything despite my desperate struggles. I wished I was strong enough to pull my legs out from under my dad’s body.
“All done.” My dad stated after a good minute of intense tickling and hearing me scream and yell and laugh. My dad then went ahead and playfully slapped my butt cheeks several times making me yell again before he got up off me, stood up and offered me his hand. I took my dad’s hand and he helped me get up off of the grass.
“You are covered in grass.” My dad commented as he started to wipe me down with his hand.
“You are too.” I replied honestly and began to do the same to my dad. It was only then I noticed my dad was half hard.
“Is that why you stopped tickling me?” I asked my dad noticing his semi hard cock.
“Partly.” My dad replied. “I can also feel the sun on my bum and it feels pretty warm.” My dad added.
“You don’t want to burn there.” I replied with a cheeky look on my face.
“No I don’t!” My dad replied as he put me in a playful headlock and dragged me towards the house with me playfully punching my dad’s butt cheeks to try to get him to let me go.
Once in the house my dad released me on the condition I made him a nice cup of tea. Giggling loudly I accepted and made myself a drink as well.
“Where is mum?” I asked. I wondered if she wanted a drink as well.
“Living room.” My mum replied.
“Do you want a cup of tea?” I asked my mum.
“Hot chocolate please.” My mum replied. Oh bother!
“I will do it.” My dad told me as he got a saucepan out and gave me a quick hug.
While my dad heated the milk I finished making our cups of tea. I added milk to both and some sugar to mine and put them both down on the table. I then grabbed a cooking apron and gave it to my dad.
“You are in enough trouble.” I told my dad tenderly as he gave me a confused look.
My dad took the apron and gave me a kiss on the forehead after putting it on. He was smiling broadly at me.
My dad finished making my mum’s drink and took it in to her. My mum was not impressed but was grateful my dad was wearing something. My dad returned to the kitchen.
“After that drink I think it is time you had a shower and got ready for bed.” My dad instructed gently.
“Okay.” I replied happily as my dad sat down next to me after getting a pack of chocolate digestives out and opened them and hinted I should help myself.
“I’m off to bed so try and keep the noise down.” My mum stated. She still sounded very irritated. I wonder if being around the house nude was going too far. I would have to ask my dad. My mum then vanished before my dad or I had a chance reply.
“Looks like I am in the dog house.” My dad said a few moments later. “So how was your day?” My dad then asked. Looks like my day was about to get worse!
“Excellent and terrible all in one.” I replied honestly.
“Oh?” My dad replied looking intrigued.
I told my dad the good news about me being asked to think about joining the school cricket team. My dad was overjoyed and immediately grabbed me, put me on his lap and gave me a huge hug.
Now I had to tell my dad the bad news.
“I have to tell you something bad now. Would you please let me tell the whole story before you ask me any questions?” I asked my dad.
“I will.” My dad replied sounding concerned.
I told my dad about the boy who had grabbed me, what I had done, the visit to the headmasters office and Steve and his mum chatting to him. My dad looked pretty shocked to put it mildly! Just as he promised my dad said nothing until I was done.
“Looks like I had better head to your school tomorrow morning.” My dad stated calmly when I was done. “Guess I know why you do not want mum to know.” My dad then added.
“She would not be happy.” I replied honestly.
“Well I am not thrilled but I think the kid deserves a slap.” My dad stated.
“It was a bit more than a slap though.” I replied honestly.
“True but that is beside the point.” My dad stated.
My dad and I then had a chat about how I felt at the time, what the headmaster and I had said to each other and so on. As I did not know what Steve’s mum had said to the headmaster my dad decided to make a phone call to find out.
“You have a nice shower while I chat with Steve’s mum.” My dad instructed gently. I looked worried.
“Don’t fret my little one.” My dad stated. “You know I will not pry.” My dad added.
I gave my dad a smile and headed upstairs. After collecting my towel from my bedroom I went into the bathroom, used the toilet and had a nice shower. The warm water felt so good running all over my body and I really enjoyed washing myself. It was only when washing myself that I realised I had loads of grass stains all over me. I spent half the time in the shower chuckling about all the different colours I was. It was as if I had tried to camouflage myself!
Having finished my shower I gave myself a quick dry with the towel, wrapped it around my waist and headed back downstairs. Dad was still on the phone to Steve’s mum. At least he was laughing.
“My little slugger has just returned. Chat soon.” My dad said down the phone line. “Have a good night as well.” My dad then stated before he pressed a button and ended the call. My dad then patted his lap and I joined him.
“If I had known how dangerous you were I would not have wrestled with you this afternoon!” My dad quipped as soon as I was on his lap. I giggled shyly. I knew I was being given a mild telling off.
“I can see why you do not want your mother to find out. She would not be as amused as I am about all of this.” My dad stated as he gave me a hug.
My dad quickly explained that Steve’s mum had said exactly the same as I had said about the incident. I had told my dad exactly the same as the headmaster had been told by the investigating teacher who had chatted with my friends. My dad was impressed by my honesty.
“I will come to your school tomorrow about ten in the morning to see your headmaster before I head into work.” My dad told me tenderly. “In the meantime do not worry about it.” My dad added. “Although I am not impressed with you slapping this kid he is far from blameless.” My dad concluded. “Now let me see your knuckles.” My dad finished tenderly.
I showed my dad my knuckles. My dad had me move for a moment and he went into a cupboard and grabbed some cream. My dad then applied cream to all my bruised and scabbed knuckles.
“You managed to hide these well.” My dad teased in a good natured way as he applied the cream. “I am surprised mum did not notice them.” My dad added.
“Me too.” I added.
Once the cream had been applied my dad went back into the cupboard and grabbed several containers and a piece of paper. As I looked I realised my dad was doing my pills for tonight and the morning. My dad also grabbed a glass.
“Water or milk Rocky?” My dad asked as he teased me and compared me to a movie star.
“Milk please.” I replied as I chuckled.
I quickly took my pills and washed them down. Was it that close to bedtime already?
“You want to watch some TV before bed or have you got other things to do?” My dad asked me.
“Only get things ready for tomorrow.” I replied honestly.
“Watch some TV then while I get the house tidy and I will join you soon.” My dad told me tenderly with a smile.
I went into the living room and started to flick through the channels until I found something worth watching. Thankfully this did not take too long. While I watched TV I heard my mum raise her voice at dad but I could not hear what she actually said.
“Everything okay dad?” I asked when my dad returned.
“Yeah; I am just still in trouble.” My dad replied.
“Big trouble?” I asked my dad.
“Big enough.” My dad replied. It was then I noticed my dad had a pillow hidden behind his back.
“You been kicked out of your bedroom?” I asked my dad.
“What makes you ask that?” My dad counter asked.
“I can see the pillow.” I replied honestly.
“Oh.” My dad replied. “Yes I have been told my presence is not required tonight as punishment.” My dad informed me as he came and sat beside me on the sofa.
“Would you like the extra bed in my room?” I immediately asked.
“Would I not be crowding you?” My dad asked me.
“No.” I replied instantly. “I have shared a bedroom for several weeks now it will feel really weird not to have someone close to me.” I added honestly. My dad raised an eyebrow at me.
“Steve cuddled me to sleep for a few nights and then slept in a bed right next to mine while I was living with him to help comfort me.” I told my dad being half honest.
“So you have not really been in a bedroom alone for quite a while now.” My dad stated. I nodded my head. “Well I see no harm in it as it will help you to sleep as well but if I keep waking you up I will come downstairs and use the sofa. Deal?” My dad asked me.
“Deal.” I replied with a big smile.
“Right, I will get a shower and then we will get you to bed and organised. Sound like a plan?” My dad asked me with a smile.
“Awesome.” I replied happily.
My dad vanished upstairs and I carried on watching the TV. I was starting to feel tired and knew I should go to bed pretty soon. While I was thinking this I heard my dad moving about upstairs and then come downstairs. My dad was at the door to the living room in his boxer shorts.
“Time for bed wonderful.” My dad instructed tenderly. “I will lock up while you get the bed out and I will join you shortly.” My dad added.
“Yes dad.” I replied happily.
I switched off the TV and left the living room and went upstairs. I quickly used the bathroom and then walked into my bedroom. I draped my towel over the radiator in my bedroom to dry off and then pulled out the bed for my dad. I went into my wardrobe and grabbed the spare duvet and pillow and threw them onto this bed. It was at this point that my dad joined me.
“You going to bed naked as well?” My dad asked me tenderly.
“Is it ok?” I asked my dad.
“Is it fine Matthew but I will keep the boxers on if you don’t mind.” My dad replied.
I did not answer with words but smiled happily.
“Now as you need to be up first I will go next to the wall if that is ok with you.” My dad told me.
“Cool.” I replied.
My dad got onto his bed and made himself comfortable while I made sure my alarm clock was set and closed my bedroom door. I then switched on the light just by my bed before I switched off the main bedroom light. In the mild light of the lamp I got into bed.
“Goodnight my wonderful son.” My dad said to me as he gave me a nice big kiss on the forehead.
“Goodnight daddy.” I replied with a big smile.
As my dad made himself comfortable I noticed something under the pillows on my dad’s side of the bed. As my dad was adjusting the duvet I quickly grabbed it and pulled it under my duvet. I wonder what it was.
I got myself comfortable and switched off the light. In the dim light of the moon shining through the curtain I examined whatever it was that had been left in my pillows. I felt it. It was an item of clothing. I turned my head. My dad was looking towards the wall.
I held the item of clothing up. It was a t-shirt.
No it wasn’t!
It was one of Steve’s t-shirts!
I suddenly felt an enormous urge to burst into tears!
Steve had left me a t-shirt as a reminder of him to comfort me if I needed it!
I was truly overjoyed.
I stuffed the t-shirt against my nose and inhaled deeply. The t-shirt still smelt of that wonderful odour that was Steve and Steve alone. I was thrilled.
With the sound of my dad breathing, the comfort of his presence and the added comfort of Steve’s t-shirt to hold and his scent to make me feel better I quickly fell asleep feeling truly loved and wanted.
The cares of the day washed away as my eyes rapidly got heavy.
I could not wait for tomorrow so I could thank Steve.