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A Geek Grows Up - 3. Chapter 3

The morning after the leavers ball, Stephen was woken by his mother,
Alice McLeod.

"Wakey!! Wakey!! You still have one final half-day of school." She
stood in the doorway of her son's bedroom.

"I know!!! I Know!!! What a drag. It's not as if I'm getting any
prizes. I don't know why I should go." Stephen was awake, he was just
luxuriating in bed for a few more minutes.

"Because you have to pick up your final school report", she answered
his question.

"Well that's even more stupid, the only results that count, are the
exam results; and they're not out for weeks yet." Stephen argued as
he got out of bed, and throwing a towel over his shoulder made his way
to the bathroom.

"Your father and I still want to see that school report." Alice wasn't
at all upset at her son's casual nudity as he wandered through the
house. He was just following his father's example; occasional male
nudity had always gone unremarked, but it had become the norm in the
family home since her up-tight elder son had left home the previous
year.

Stephen's normal shower time wank was different this morning; the usual
thoughts of James and David were banished by memories of Margaret and
the previous night's ultimately frustrating visit to her place.

In honour of his last day of school, Stephen dressed in his junior
summer uniform: Gray shirt, shorts and sandals and made his way to the
kitchen.

"Stephen!!! What are you wearing?" his mother expostulated. The
shorts of his uniform were tight, and as he'd grown in the last few
months they were almost indecently short.

"Junior summer uniform." he answered, putting bread into the toaster.

"But why? You barely fit into it."

"It's tradition mum. Form VII always wears it at prize giving."

"Oh I know. But you'd look so much smarter in your long trousers, with
the white shirt, tie and blazer." she wailed.

"It's the last day of school; goodbye to uniforms and besides it's too
nice a day for long trousers and that damn woolen blazer." Stephen
explained once more, as he buttered his toast.

"Oh well I suppose it's okay." Alice restrained herself from
complementing him on his looks; those shorts really did show off his
nicely hairy legs and cute bum rather well, and the sight of that
naked bum, with it's dimples earlier in the morning was one of her
secret pleasures. "So how did the ball go last night? You weren't home
particularly early."

"You were right, it was great. I met a neat girl. Name's Margaret."
Stephen spoke between bites of toast. "That reminds me. Gotta ring
her." He remembered the phone number Margaret had thrust into his
tuxedo pocket at the end of the previous evening.

Alice shook her head in wonder "Is that my boy Stephen? The one we
think is gay? 'Met a neat girl'?" she thought as Stephen strode to the
telephone and rang the number from the scrap of paper he'd just
retrieved.

"Uhhh....hi, it's Stephen. From last night." Margaret had answered
the phone, bringing back the nervous tongue-tied Stephen his mother
was used to.

"Oh Hi!!! You called!!!" Margaret's heart leapt. Maybe last night
wasn't such a complete disaster after all.

"Yeah. I just wanted to say I really enjoyed the ball last
night... and... ahhhhhhh... What are you doing today? Because school
finishes about 11:30 for me, and I really really want to see you
again." Stephen paused for breath, his chest heaving as he had gabbled
the last part of his question.

"Yesssss!! He wants to see me!!" Margaret thought before she replied;
"Our prize giving will finish about the same time as yours. Why don't
you meet me at my school gates?"

"Okay. Uuuuuuhhhhhh... I really enjoyed last night." Stephen didn't
want to hang up yet.

"Yes, you already said that." Margaret giggled, remembering what she'd
done with him the previous evening. After a few more exchanges of
small talk, Stephen finally rang off.

"So you met a neat girl called Margaret?" Alice raised an
eyebrow. "And you really really want to see her again?"

"Yeah. She's a friend of David's family. I'm gonna meet up with her
after prize giving's over." Stephen didn't notice the questioning look
on his mother's face.

"Okay. Will we see you for dinner?". Stephen's animated features and
barely concealed excitement, told Alice all she needed to know about
the previous evening's ball, this 'neat' girl Margaret and what her
son and Margaret were going to spend the rest of the day doing after
the prize giving. She wanted to pry; to make some amusing and witty
comment that would make her 17 year-old son reveal more about his
new-found enthusiasm for this girl.

Stephen didn't give her the chance to pry, "Dunno, I'll phone you."
he shouted over his shoulder, as he dashed out the door for school.
He didn't mind sitting through the boring prize giving now; he was
meeting Margaret afterwards!!!

            *    *    *    *    *

Sitting in home room for the last time, watching his teacher hand out
school reports, Stephen surveyed his soon to be ex-classmates. Many
of them were looking particularly seedy; they'd obviously indulged in
all of the excesses of the after party. He suspected that a few of
them hadn't actually been to sleep at all.

A couple of hours later, the prize giving was finally over. The
honoured few stood in the sun, clutching a variety of silver cups,
books and envelopes as they posed for their camera wielding parents.

Empty handed, Stephen and David made their way down the drive and out
of school forever. "So did you?" David asked the question that was
expected of him but his eyes were straying to Stephen's body; he was
reveling in the sight of his friend's legs and bum encased in the too
tight junior uniform.

"Did I what?" Stephen replied, knowing perfectly well what David
wanted to know.

"Did you take her home? Did she let you kiss her?" David continued, as
his eyes concentrated on the curve of Stephen's calves.

"Yes and Yes" Stephen answered the questions. "...and she ravished me
in the process, leaving a sticky mess in my underwear". Stephen kept
the juicy details to himself.

"And? Are you gonna see her again?", David licked his lips, and
surreptitiously adjusted the growing bulge in his school uniform
shorts.

Stephen glanced at his watch, "Actually, I'm meeting her in 10 minutes
at her school gates. I've just got time to get there."

David's face fell. "Oh!"

"Hey? What's wrong?" Stephen had noticed that David wasn't his usual
bubbly self.

"Oh nothing really. I was just hoping we could go swimming at the
beach...", David's voice drifted off, "...where I can perve at you in
those sexy navy blue speedos all afternoon; and maybe this time I'll
finally get up the nerve to fool around with you, because I'd love to
wank your beautiful cock.", David kept his fantasy to himself.

"Look, I'm gonna be late. We'll go swimming some other time. Okay?"
Stephen was itching to get to Margaret.

"Yeah I guess so. I'll see ya." David turned off towards his home,
leaving Stephen to continue on to the nearby girls high school. David
was confused; his upbringing told him he should be lusting after
Margaret, and last night that's exactly what he'd been doing. But this
morning he couldn't keep his eyes off Stephen. The sight of his best
friend in that tight junior uniform was very appealing. He turned and
gazed at Stephen's rapidly disappearing back, continuing to fantasise
about Stephen and willing Stephen to turn round and catch him staring.

            *    *    *    *    *

Margaret glanced at her watch, and peered down the street in the
direction of the boy's high school. It was nearly 11:30, and she still
couldn't see him. "Ohh where are you? Please come!!" She begged
Stephen to arrive.

After a couple more minutes of nervous waiting, during which she said
goodbye and good luck to her departing classmates, Margaret finally
saw him running up the hill towards her. "Yes!! He came!!" Margaret
squealed as she attracted his attention by waving a large silver cup
that she'd picked up at the prize giving.

"I'm not late am I?" Stephen panted. "Hey nice cup!! What did you get
it for?".

"Senior English Prize"

"Hey! Good One!" Stephen complimented Margaret who turned a light
shade of pink, with embarrassment.

"Thanks." she whispered, as her eye roamed over Stephen's tightly
packed body in his school uniform. "Oh god! He looks even better in
those shorts than he did last night in the tuxedo." she thought.

Stephen noticed her looking at him, and realised she was wearing her
junior uniform as well: A simple short sleeved white blouse, navy blue
and scarlet tartan skirt, white, nominally knee high socks, and
comfortable black shoes. Like his shorts, her skirt was shockingly
short which made it accentuate Margaret's legs nicely. "I see you did
the junior uniform thing as well?" he looked her in the eye, and
smiled nervously.

Margaret's embarrassment increased; she knew that Stephen was
harbouring lustful thoughts about her, just as she was harbouring
similar thoughts about him. In fact, she glanced at his groin, she was
sure she could see a telltale bulge forming already.

Margaret leaned in towards him, "Yeah. Thanks for calling me this
morning," she whispered in his ear, before she kissed him gently on
the cheek. "I really thought you wouldn't be calling me after last
night. I get so angry with my drunk of a father."

"Oh god, she kissed me!! Please do it again!!" Stephen thought as he
took her free hand in his. "Shush. It's okay. We're here together now
aren't we?", Stephen whispered, and gave her a corresponding chaste
kiss on the cheek.

Margaret nodded, and her features brightened. "Yes we are." she
smiled, squeezing his hand.

"So what are we going to do with the rest of today?" Stephen asked
her. "....please please please can we pick up where we left off last
night." he hoped his face wasn't betraying his lustful thought.

Margaret read Stephen's body language perfectly, "Well, I've got to
take this thing home to keep it safe." Margaret prevaricated while
waving the silver cup. "...and once we're there, I'm going to finish
what we started last night." Margaret kept her lustful thoughts to
herself as well.

The couple set off on the 20 minute walk to Margaret's place, holding
hands. Each sneaking admiring looks at the other, hoping that they
could take up where they'd left off the previous evening. Occasionally
they would catch each other staring, and fall silent; neither was
brave enough to say out loud what was really on their minds. Each was
afraid the other would flee.

As they mounted the last flight of stairs towards Margaret's home, the
pair fell silent again, they were both nervous.

"Ahem... Aaahhhh... Uuuuhhhhm.... Well here we are again, outside
your front door..." Stephen tried to fill the void.

"Yes, but this time the place is empty" Margaret replied, unlocking
the door and dragging him in. She took the silver cup from him
and placed it safely on the floor. Standing up, she turned to Stephen
and pulled him towards her.

This time, she was backed up against the door as Stephen plastered his
body against hers while they kissed. Their hips ground together, they
made incoherent noises in their throats that almost sounded like "Yes,
Yes", "Take me" and "I want you", Margaret's hands scrabbled at
Stephen's bum, trying to snake their way inside those deliciously
tight shorts.

Eventually the passion they'd kept bottled up since Stephen's phone
call that morning subsided. They stood there panting, catching their
breaths.

"Wow!!! That's... the most amazing... " Stephen couldn't finish his
sentence. His eyes, sparkled a brilliant blue, as he gazed into hers.

"I know. Come on. I need to sit down before I fall down." Margaret
slipped under Stephen's arm and guided him to the sofa in the living
room.

At the end of another passionate embrace, Stephen was kneeling on the
floor between Margaret's legs, nuzzling at her throat. She was making
indistinct mewling noises as she arched her back, pushing her breasts
up against his chest, inviting him to investigate.

"Dammit!! How much of a hint does he need?" She wondered, as she
grabbed his head and directed his wriggling tongue to the cleft of her
breasts that was peeking up from behind the buttons of her blouse.

Stephen finally got the hint, raising his head he started to undo the
buttons, "Holy shit!! She's not wearing a bra." he realised as he
exposed her breasts. "You're not wearing a ....?" He whispered while
looking at her face in wonder.

"After you rang this morning, I decided to give you easy access," She
smiled pressing his head back against her cleavage. "...and I didn't
want any passion to be killed by you scrabbling to undo it." Margaret
completed her sentence silently, as she ran her hands through
Stephen's hair.

Stephen quickly undid the remaining buttons, and exposed her firm
breasts, the nipples were pink and standing up hard, demanding he
minister to them with his tongue. Margaret was obviously highly
aroused. His cock was equally hard, pressed up against the edge of
the sofa, it was damned uncomfortable in his tight uniform shorts. He
pulled back just enough to shove his hand down his shorts, intending
to adjust his cock before going to work on the delicious looking pert
young breasts before him.

Margaret grabbed his wrist stopping his hand and grinned. She
whispered "Allow me to help you there." She pulled his hand out of his
shorts. She could see a slimy trail of goo that had smeared itself on
Stephen's fingers. Curious, about this leakage she bought his hand to
her mouth so she could smell it.

The heady smell of pre-cum caught in her nostrils. She had to taste
it, so she stuck out her tongue and licked the biggest gob of goo from
his fingers. "Unnnggghhhh... delicious." she whispered, enjoying her
first taste of any boy's cum. Margaret wanted more, before Stephen
could re-act she attacked his shorts, undoing his belt and button,
lowering the zip and yanking his shorts and briefs to his knees.

"Ohhhhhhh," Stephen sighed, as his cock slapped up against his
stomach, leaving another smear of goo in the trail of hair leading
downwards from his navel, "that's so much better."

Margaret wrapped her hand around Stephen's thick 6.5in shaft, gently
stroking it, feeling the heat emanating from it. She stared at
it; nothing in her experience had warned her about the 1/4in of floppy
foreskin, all illustrations she'd ever seen in health books had shown
circumcised cocks.

She kissed him on the mouth again, giving Stephen a taste his own
pre-cum on her tongue. "So this was what I was playing with last
night?"

Stephen was enjoying the feeling of this girl's fingers wrapped around
his cock, gently stroking it; he couldn't think of anything witty or
clever to say so he just answered her question: "Uuuuhhh yeah that was
it." He knelt on the floor like a statue, knowing he was supposed to
caress Margaret, but afraid his clumsiness would ruin the moment.

Stephen stared at her a little longer, licking his lips, half
beginning to say something, but not quite managing it. Margaret
waited for Stephen to make a move, she had been very forward, almost
forceful, but now it was his turn to take the lead. A multitude of
thoughts ran across her mind, 'Gosh he's nervous. Hope he doesn't
freak out. Am I really going to suck on this cock? That foreskin sure
is weird. Come on do something before I freak out!!!' Margaret let go
of Stephen's cock, and taking his head in her hands, she gave him an
encouraging smile and another gentle kiss.

Stephen returned the kiss and finally acted, placing his hand on her
leg and running his fingers up towards her skirt, halting just inside the
hem. "Well I've shown you mine, are you gonna show me yours?" he
recalled the schoolyard challenge and grinned at her expectantly.

Margaret heaved an inward sigh of relief, it didn't look like he was
going to flee. "Well, fair's fair, I suppose." she smiled, letting go
of Stephen and standing up. She stood gazing down at him, touching his
dirty blond hair, while he undid her shoes, and carefully removed
them, along with her socks.

"I don't think you'll be needing these." he looked up at her, and ran
his hand up a leg, enjoying the feel of her firm calves, before
continuing and finishing with his hand resting on her bum. "Now where
the hell is the zip on this damn thing?" He thought to himself, as his
hands went looking for the zip on her skirt.

"Here, let me help." Margaret whispered, gazing at him as she deftly
lowered the zip on her skirt, letting it fall to the floor. She
stepped out of it. Stephen reached for the hem of her panties, and
hesitated, asking permission once more with his eyes. "Go on, take
them off." She encouraged him.

Stephen gently lowered her panties, allowing her to step out of
them. He hesitated once more. He'd read all about licking pussy from
the letters in his dad's porn magazines, but he wasn't sure he wanted
to do this and she might freak out. He quickly glanced up into
Margaret's questioning face, asking permission.

"Oh my god!!! He's going to lick me there!!!" Margaret realised what
Stephen was contemplating.

"Well here goes" he thought as he pressed his face to her crotch, and
took a deep sniff.

He was bewitched!! He stuck out his tongue, and gave her opening a
tentative, exploratory lick. Stephen tasted the tangy juice that was
beading on her curly pubic hair. "Hmmmmm... not bad." he thought, as
he repeated the licking action.

"Oh god!!! Don't stop now!!" Margaret grunted as she clutched at
Stephen's head, pressing it harder into her. She'd laughed with her
girlfriends who had all been faintly repulsed by the idea of being
licked 'down there'. But now she was experiencing it she didn't want
Stephen's tentative and amateurish ministrations to stop.

The pressure of his glasses, being pressed against his face by her
thighs forced Stephen to stop for long enough to remove them and stow
them safely under the sofa. As he resumed his licking and slurping,
his tongue grazed her love button.

"Ooooohhhhh..." she squealed and clutched at Stephen's head. "Do that
again you beautiful boy." she grunted. "For god's sake don't stop" she
continued unaudibly while grinding his face with her body.

"Where was that!!" Stephen thought, trying to make her squeal again. A
few licks and slurps later he achieved his goal.

"Ohhhhhhhhh... Yesssss... " she squealed. Her legs gave way and she
slowly subsided onto the floor, pushing Stephen onto his back, and
sitting astride his face. Margaret took control, grinding herself onto
his face.

"Unnnngghhhhh... Don't stop now!!!" she panted and squealed, thrusting
her hips in a circle, trying to get the stimulation she craved.

Stephen was having trouble breathing; her thighs were squeezing
painfully at his head; he was trapped so he kept at it.

A minute or two more of fevered action, and Stephen's tongue and mouth
were getting tired. "How much longer?" he wondered to himself. "If she
squeezes any harder I'm going to pass out."

Margaret was in her own world, squeezing Stephen's head between her
thighs, grinding her hips across his face, trying to get his nose or
tongue to graze her love button again. "Unnngggghhh... Unggghhhh...
Keep going... Here it comes..." she squealed as her body was wracked
by an orgasm, and her thighs gave one last powerful squeeze, causing
Stephen to see stars.

As her orgasm subsided allowing Margaret to relax, Stephen was able
breathe again. He still couldn't move his upper torso, his legs
were constrained by his shorts and underwear that were still wrapped
around his knees. He managed to bang his heels on the floor, and
thrust his hips into the air, which got her attention.

"Ohhhh my darling!!! Are you alright!!!" Margaret rolled off him and
grabbed his head, covering his face with kisses, licking her juices
from him; she was genuinely concerned that she'd hurt him in the
throes of her wonderful orgasm.

Stephen sat up, and gently shook his head gently; hoping it would make
his ears stop ringing. "Yeah I think so." He returned her worried
kisses. "Man that was pretty wild."

"It was delicious!!!" Margaret agreed, shrugging herself out of her
sweat soaked blouse. "Now one of us is still a little overdressed."
she grinned and scuttled across the floor towards his feet.

"Just lie still." she whispered as she took off his sandals, and drew
his remaining clothes down his legs. She ran her hand back up one of
his legs, and took hold of his cock. She gently pinched and waggled
his floppy foreskin. She wasn't quite sure what to do for maximum
effect; she'd never done anything other than tease a boy through his
pants before.

"Allow me." Stephen gently took her hand in his, and showed her how to
peel his foreskin back and forth, alternatively hiding and exposing
his glistening, pre-cum covered cock-head.

Margaret remembered numerous giggling spit or swallow conversations on
the subject of giving blow-jobs that she'd had with her girl
friends. She was pretty sure none of her friends had even got as far
as this, let alone to the spit or swallow moment. But this beautiful
boy deserved a reward for giving her that delicious orgasm.

As Margaret hesitated and prepared herself, Stephen lay quietly
watching. He desperately wanted to wriggle his hips, thrust his cock
in and out of her hand, anything to increase the friction. But he
somehow knew that it would be a huge mistake. So he lay there, feeling
her hand holding his cock, gently rubbing it. "Ohh god hope I don't
cum too soon. That would be sooooo embarrassing!!!" he thought.

"Well here goes." Margaret muttered as she peeled back his foreskin
one last time, exposing the bright purple head, covered in shiny
goo. She stuck out her tongue and gave it a lick, tasting his cock.

"Ohh god, here it comes." Stephen forced himself to stay calm, and
resist the temptation to grab Margaret's head in both hands, and
thrust his cock deep into her throat.

Margaret wrapped her lips round his pole, and tickled the head in her
mouth with her tongue. She let it pop out of her mouth,
"Hmmmmmff... Delicious!!!" she murmured running her tongue down his
shaft to his balls, before returning to his cockhead and that cute
floppy foreskin.

Margaret's mouth and jaw didn't get a chance to grow tired, 30 seconds
of ministrations from her mouth had Stephen grunting and swearing
under his breath as he failed to moderate the thrusting of his hips.
He felt the familiar churning in his balls, and managed to gasp out a
warning: "Unnnnggghhh... Peggy!! Watch out!! Here it comes."

Stephen's cock popped out of Margaret's mouth and at the last second
she peeled back the foreskin. Margaret felt Stephen's cum splatter her
face and chest.

"Unnnngggghhhhh..." Stephen grunted and thrust his hips again. A
second volley of cum ran down his shaft and across her fingers.
Without thinking, Margaret bought her hand to her lips before
tentatively tasting it.

Stephen's breathing subsided, and he realised Margaret was licking his
load from her fingers. Without thinking, he sat up and bought her hand
to his lips; they both cleaned her hand before Stephen licked the mess
from her face and chest, whispering all the while,
"delicious.....hmmmmmm.....yummmmm"

Margaret wasn't sure she liked the idea of Stephen slurping his own
cum with such relish. There was nothing tentative about his actions,
he obviously loved the taste. After a moment's consideration she
decided not to make a fuss. "Hey!! Save some for me!!" she said
grabbing his head and kissing him deeply, sharing the last gobs of goo
before he could swallow them.

"Hmmmmmm..." Stephen sighed contentedly, "That was fantastic!!!"
flopping back on the floor.

"Sure was" Margaret agreed, snuggling up to him, placing her head on
his chest, lying half beside him and half on him.

They lay quietly holding each other for a couple of minutes, each
enjoying the feel of the other on their naked bodies. Margaret broke
the silence before it got uncomfortable, "Did you call me Peggy when
you were about to... uhhhh.... you know?", She didn't know how to
refer to Stephen's orgasm.

"Uhhh... yeah. Is that okay? It just kinda slipped out." Stephen
hoped he hadn't offended her by calling out the name that was reserved
for family.

Margaret thought about it and found that she didn't mind at all. In
fact, she quite liked it. "Yes it's fine. You can call me Peggy
whenever you like." She snuggled herself closer to him, gently running
her fingers through his sparse chest hair.

Stephen shifted uncomfortably, the floor they were lying on was pretty
hard. But he didn't want to let go of Peggy just yet.

"This isn't very comfortable is it?" she asked.

"Uh not really. But it is nice with you right beside me." Stephen
tried to prolong the simple tactile pleasure a little longer.

"Come on," Peggy got up, and took Stephen's hand. "we'll be more
comfortable through here." She led the way to her bedroom, where she
swept a collection of soft toys off her neatly made single bed onto
the floor before gently pushing Stephen onto the bed.

"We'll have to snuggle together to fit. But it's more comfortable than
the floor." Peggy said, as she snuggled in beside him.

"Well I'm not complaining." Stephen smiled, as he made room for her.

The couple lay in her bed, cuddling, caressing each other. It wasn't
long before Stephen's cock was back at full mast, poking Peggy in the
midriff again. Peggy took hold of it, and gently stroked it.

"Hmmmmm... uuunngghhh... that's nice" Stephen purred.

Peggy paused to get a small package of condoms from the bedside table,
which she slipped into Stephen's free hand. "Have you ever? You
know... done it before?" she asked him.

"I'd never even met a girl I wanted to kiss before I met you last
night." Stephen confessed his complete inexperience.

"I wanted you last night. I wanted you this morning, and I want you
right now" Peggy whispered, wrapping her hand back around his cock.

With a fair amount of trepidation and nervous giggling the couple
consummated their new relationship. Stephen lay on his back, and
allowed Peggy to be in control. She lowered herself onto him, gasping
and pausing at the moment of entry to allow the pain to subside. The
condom deadened the sensations enough, to allow Stephen to delay
cumming for a while, although he still came first, but with the vigour
of youth, stayed hard allowing Peggy to ride him and finger herself to
a second wonderful orgasm.

The two sweating, panting teens, clung to each other; revelling in
the post-orgasmic glow they drifted off to sleep.

            *    *    *    *    *

"I thought you said Stephen was gay?" Alice McLeod whispered, rather
fiercely to her husband.

"Well, let's see: He's never had a girlfriend, never shown any
particular interest in any girl, and from what I saw while we were
moving James, I was pretty convinced that he was."

"So just what did you see that day?"

"Andrew had his hand on Stephen's bum, and Stephen wasn't complaining
about it. Stephen had a huge hard-on bulge in his jeans, so
he was turned on by the idea. In fact, I'd've said Stephen was
seconds away from dropping his jeans and letting Andrew have his
wicked way with him." Neil McLeod replied. "And you've got to have
seen those three posters of Andrew's and the way Stephen was looking
at them. If he's not gay, then he's at least open to the idea of it."
Neil said.

"Well what do you think of those two in there then?" Alice pointed
through the serving hatch from the kitchen into the dining room.
Stephen and Peggy were seated side by side at the dining table. They'd
taken the opportunity afforded by Neil and Alice's absence. They were
kissing and petting at each other; Peggy's hand gently stroking
Stephen's cock through his trousers, while Stephen gently tweaked her
left nipple, that was visible through her blouse.

"She seems nice enough. Nothing like the shy airheads James used to
drag home. Where did he pick her up from?"

"She's a friend of David's family. Stephen met her last night at the
ball. He arrived home with her about 4 o'clock this afternoon. They'd
phoned ahead, so I knew they were both coming; and she helped out in
the Kitchen." Alice filled in some details, and gave her approval of
Stephen's girlfriend as they peeked through the serving hatch
surreptitiously watching the young couple canoodling.

"Well, well, well. So what do you think's going on then?" Neil asked
his wife, returning to the four steaks on the stove. He respected his
wife's skill at reading social interactions.

"Well they arrived glowing with all the joys of youth, that 'just been
fucked' spring in their step; and let's just say Stephen's school
uniform shorts didn't leave anything to the imagination. Alice waggled
an eyebrow at her husband, while she playfully groped his cock. "It
took them a good 20 minutes to get Stephen changed out of his school
uniform, so I'm sure we can safely assume that they spent the day
going at it like rabbits at her place and then had a quickie in his
bedroom this afternoon." Alice completed her tale.

Neil just as playfully slapped his wife's hand away from his
groin. "Not now!!! I'll ruin the steaks!!" he gave her his best
lecherous leer. "But talking about rabbits, how's about later?" Neil
gave his wife a pat on the bum.

"Looking forward to it already." Alice waggled her bum before
resuming the subject of her son's sexuality. "Now as for Stephen and
Margaret, by-the-way he calls her Peggy when he thinks there's no-one
else listening. My guess is that Stephen doesn't know what he is.
From the amount of time he and David spend in his bedroom with your
porno magazines they've got to have done some fooling around
together."

"Well James and Andrew sure did. I've heard the grunting, and caught
the sleazy smell of cum in his room." Neil picked up the discussion.
"It was tricky making sure I didn't catch them at it."

"Tell me about it. Teenage boys don't need their mother catching them
with their pants round their ankles; particularly when they're not
alone." Alice recalled the occasions that she'd nearly caught James
and Andrew fooling around together.

"And now that you mention it, I don't reckon Stephen and David have
done it. I bet they both want to; but neither of them have been brave
enough to do it." Alice revised her summary of Stephen's sexual
experience.

"Stephen's so damn shy around girls, I can hardly believe he's managed
to go from never been kissed, to meeting a girl, and fucking her silly
all in less than 24 hours." Neil expressed his confusion.

"Well he wouldn't be the first male to be struck by the thunderbolt in
your family." Alice grinned at her husband. She'd made quite an
impact on Neil McLeod when she first met him nearly 21 years earlier.

"No he wouldn't be, would he." Neil grinned, as he remembered being
struck by 'the thunderbolt' when he'd met Alice at church all those
years ago.

"So do you think history is repeating itself here?" Neil asked his
wife. "Are we in for a whirlwind romance, with a wedding in 6 months?"
Neil recalled how they had turned parental objections into a shotgun
wedding by ensuring Alice was pregnant at the tender age of 17.

"Well we'll just have to wait and see. The poor boy's not had a chance
to think about what's happening to him yet. His body's doing all his
thinking for him at the moment." Alice completed serving the dinners,
and turning to Neil she closed the subject: "We'd better get back in
there, make sure we give them enough warning we're coming. We don't
need to embarrass the poor kids by catching them at it." Alice threw a
final glance at the couple through the serving hatch. "Yep, going at
it like rabbits, and judging by what she's doing with that hand of hers
in his lap, Stephen's got a sticky mess in his jeans already."

With the warning provided by his parent's loud return to the dining
room, Stephen managed to extricate himself from Peggy's embrace, and
seat himself back on his dining chair, but getting his breathing under
control was impossible.

"Whew! That was close" he whispered as his parents bought the meal to
the table.

"Nonsense. Your mother's been peeking at us through the serving
hatch. She made sure we got enough warning before they came in the
room, so that we wouldn't be embarrassed". Peggy gave her reading of
the situation before taking Stephen's hand from the table and placing
it on her lap under the table, and putting her own hand back in
Stephen's lap. She looked at Alice and Neil, daring them to
disapprove.

"Yes Margaret, that's right." Alice smiled approvingly at Peggy. This
girl was perceptive, and bold. She knew what she wanted, and wasn't
shy about making sure she got it. She would fit right into the McLeod
family.

"There's no need to be embarrassed. I was just reminding Stephen's
father about what it was like when we first met." Alice put her own
hand into her husband's lap, giving his thigh a seductive stroke.

"Yes, no chance of meal time canoodling with your grandfather waiting
for his dinner." Neil McLeod observed, winking and letting Stephen
know that they'd both been peeking through the serving hatch.

The meal and the evening passed pleasantly, with everyone watching TV
and conversing. Alice and Neil managed to give Stephen and Peggy plenty
of uninterrupted alone time together in the lounge by indulging in a
heated bout of fore-play of their own in the kitchen.

"So how are we going to get those two to leave us to get on with it
then?" Alice asked her husband, as she bought him back from the brink
of orgasm by letting go of his throbbing member, and pulling her hand
out of his trousers.

"Uhhhhh..." Neil paused, allowing his breathing to return to normal and
concentrated on the question, "I guess they're too chicken to just go
to Stephen's bedroom and get on with it?" he observed.

Wanting to move things along, Alice and Neil checked that Peggy wanted
to sleep over, and wrapping their arms around each other they bade the
young couple good night, and told Stephen and Peggy to enjoy themselves.

"Wow!!!" Stephen said, flopping back on the sofa beside Peggy, "I knew
it'd be okay for me to bring you home to dinner, and that they'd
pretend not to notice a bit of canoodling." he grinned at Peggy. "I
mean they did that for James with his collection of girls, but I
didn't think they'd be the ones suggesting you stay the night."

Stephen got nervous again, and started to stutter, "Y....You....You do
want to stay over don't you?" After just one day with Peggy, Stephen
still got incredibly nervous, whenever things turned serious.

Peggy laughed, "Of course I do silly." She kissed him. "We've still
got a spare condom, let's go use it."

            *    *    *    *    *

The next morning Peggy woke first. She was lying in the crook of
Stephen's arm, with her head on his chest. She lay there quietly
watching him sleeping, listening to his gentle breathing, and
wondering how she should wake him.

She almost couldn't believe her luck; she hadn't even been looking for
a new boyfriend at the leaver's ball. She'd just expected to have a
pleasant though uneventful evening. She'd intended to ditch Alan the rugby
player, leaving him to the excesses of the after party on his own. But
this handsome geek, with his stuttering, nervous ways had captured her
attention. He'd handled her drunk of a father with grace and good
manners; he hadn't forced himself on her like those Rugby boys wanted
to. She conceded that it was probably because he was really nervous.
He'd as good as admitted to her that he'd never even kissed a girl
before meeting her, but he sure was making up for lost time. The
memory of what he had done with his magic tongue and nose on the
lounge room floor, made her catch her breath.

She cast a quick glance at Stephen's face; yes he was still
sleeping. She ran a hand down her stomach and slipped a finger between
her legs feeling her juices beginning to run again.

"Ohhh god... yesssss." she mumbled as she bought her finger to her lips
for a taste, before returning to her feverish masturbation.

As good as it was, it wasn't what she wanted, so Peggy flipped back
the bedclothes and swung herself over Stephen's naked body, trapping
him between her thighs, with his cock, in all its morning glory,
squashed between their bodies.

Stephen woke, to find Peggy kissing him, twirling her tongue inside
his mouth, nibbling on his bottom lip, as she grasped his shoulders;
and all the while her hips were grinding her pelvis into his.

With each thrust of her hips, Peggy would let out a grunt,
"Uuuunnnggghhhh... ooohhhhhh god yessss...", her hips would go back as
she relaxed slightly and she would kiss him before murmuring "you
beautiful boy!!!" and then her hips would give another thrust.
"Unnnngghhh".

Stephen returned her kisses, and held her, meeting her thrusting hips,
with thrusts of his own. "Unngghhh... keep going... oh god don't
stop now." he muttered.

A few more thrusts from each of them had both of them cumming, Stephen
squealed as his balls tensed, and a stream of cum flowed out of his
foreskin, splattering it across his & Peggy's stomachs. Peggy gave a
final ball-busting thrust of her hips, and let out a satisfied sigh.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh... " she groaned and peeled herself off Stephen, lying
next to him again. "Did I tell you... that... you were beautiful?"
she panted as her breathing subsided.

"Uhhhh... yeah... seven... or eight... times", Stephen panted,
matching her sparkling eyes with his own; he hadn't quite got the hang
of post-coital small-talk.

Peggy ran a finger across Stephen's chest, collecting the sweat that
had pooled there during their exertions. She thought a little: Why
did she call him beautiful rather than handsome? Of course he was
handsome, 6ft tall, tremendously sexy calves, his bum had the cutest
dimples. His chest & shoulders were evidence of the work-out his
morning milk run had proved to be. But something about this boy made
her want to call him beautiful.

Not knowing what to say, Stephen just nuzzled at Peggy's throat, and
held her.

The contented post-coital glow was interrupted by a tentative knock at
the door.

"Ahhhhmmmm... hope I'm not interrupting anything... " Neil McLeod
grinned from ear to ear as he stood on the other side of his son's
bedroom door; he'd heard Stephen & Peggy's climax, and knew exactly
what he was interrupting. "but Stephen, David rang. I told him you'd
call him back."

"Okay Dad, thanks.!!" Stephen called out, he turned to Peggy, "I think
that's a hint that it's time to get up and be sociable."

"Well as nice as it is lying here next to you... " Peggy kissed him
lightly.

"And as declicious as that wake-up call was." Stephen replied,
returning the kiss a little more firmly.

"this single bed is a little cramped." Peggy kissed him one final
time, before rolling out of bed.

Fifteen minutes later, showered and dressed Peggy & Stephen arrived in
the kitchen, to find his parents sitting at a fully loaded breakfast
table.

"Hey, thanks Mum" Stephen gave his mother a filial kiss, "you didn't
have to go all this trouble." He turned to Peggy and explained,
"Usually breakfast is just toast and a cup of tea in bed. And normally
on Saturdays they stay in bed all morning."

"Well we thought you two would need a proper breakfast after all your
extertions last night & this morning." Neil grinned as he wondered how
this bold young lady would take his teasing.

Alice playfully slapped his shoulder, "Don't you start your games."
she looked at Peggy, "Just ignore him dear, he always thought it funny
to tease James' girlfriends at breakfast; and obviously he can't
resist the temptation with you."

"Yes, Stephen did warn me in the shower. In fact I'm surprised to see
him dressed at this time of the morning." Peggy replied.

"Well as I told you, usually we just wander around the place in the
nude in the morning. I didn't want you to freak out if you saw Dad."
Stephen said, casting a worried look at Peggy and hoping his warning
had been enough.

Peggy joined in the fun and cast an exagerated evaluating eye over
Neil, "Well if he's lucky enough to take after you, the sight wouldn't
be too-ooooo frightening." Peggy grabbed Stephen's bum and gave it a
reassuring squeeze. "In fact, quite pleasant." She grinned at Alice
before leaning into Stephen and whispering into his ear, "Is that
enough do you think?"

"Yeah, if we keep at it he'll just get worse." Stephen whispered back.

"Alright, alright." Neil noticed the warning glare from his wife and
capitulated. "So what did David want?" Neil asked Stephen.

"He wants to go to the beach today." Stephen replied, "That okay with
you?" he asked Peggy.

"Yeah sure, who else is coming?"

"Uhhh... nobody, usually its just David & Me." Stephen replied.

"Yes, but two's company?" Peggy dropped Stephen a hint. She realised
that a beach party of just her, Stephen & David would be slightly
unfcomfortable.

"And three's a crowd?" Stephen finished the quotation, before
realisation sank in, "Yeah, it would be rather rubbing his nose in it,
wouldn't it? By the way, he was dying to know what we got up to
yesterday."

Peggy recalled the previous 20 hours of almost continual sexual
activity and wondered if Stephen had boasted to David the way the
rugby team boys all seemed to about their conquests. "So what did you
tell him?"

"Not much, I just said we'd spent the afternoon together." Stephen
replied, and wanting to reassure her that he wasn't a rugby team boy,
he grabbed a hold of her hand "But it's not gonna be hard for him to
work out how we spent it."

Peggy squeezed Stephen's hand, and replied "I think I'll invite a few
others along, just to make a decent sized group."

            *    *    *    *    *

Stephen and Peggy threw themselves into their summer
romance. Approval and encouragement from Stephen's parents
counter-acted the inebriated indifference of Peggy's drunkard father.

The need to earn money, to help with living expenses for their
upcoming 1st year at university kept Stephen and Peggy occupied for
most of each week of the summer holiday. For the weekends however,
Peggy was an accepted and welcome member of the McLeod household. She
took the teasing from Neil and Alice in good heart, responding to
witty comments about the phone only being available for incoming calls
on Fridays, Saturdays and Sundays by responding that she could
possibly make the phone available on Wednesdays and Thursdays, but she
didn't want to wear Stephen out.

Peggy managed to comment "Cute bum, but Stephen's is nicer." along with
a matching cheeky grin the first time she caught sight of a naked Neil
McLeod carrying tea and toast to the master bedroom on a Saturday
morning.

As idyllic as their romance was, both Stephen and Peggy knew it was
doomed. It had been doomed from the very first meeting and the week
after Stephen's 18th birthday, their exam results arrived confirming
that it was going going to be shorter than either of them had
expected.

They had passed well and university beckoned. Peggy had excelled,
her exam results were such that she could go straight to med-school
without having to do the dreaded "medical intermediate" year. Stephen
would enroll in his beloved Computer Science course in Wellington. It
made financial sense, staying at home with his parents removed the
burden of funding an academic year's accommodation.

"So you're going to Dunedin this year then?" Stephen broached the
terrible truth.

"Yes, in seven weeks time. I've got direct entry." Peggy squealed. She
was justifiably excited. She was going straight to med-school, and
was getting away from her father. She looked up and saw the anguish
in Stephen's face.

"Ohhh my darling!!! You were hoping I'd be here in Wellington doing
medical intermediate, weren't you?" Peggy took Stephen's hands in
hers. "I was expecting it as well. But... I've got in."

"Well, yeah...I was kinda thinking that. I mean.... I didn't even know
... you could skip medical intermediate." Stephen's voice wavered, and
he stared at the floor, as the tears started to trickle down his
cheeks.

Peggy pulled Stephen into a hug, and comforted him. The excitement and
promise of her future allowed her to do what she knew had to be
done. It was hard, but she said what had to be said:

"It was always going to end this way; this year or next. I was always
going to be leaving you for med-school." But even her acceptance of
fate didn't make it any easier for Peggy. As she held Stephen close
and rubbed his back tears rolled down her cheeks. She realised that
she would miss so much: The fun, sun-filled days at the beach; the
generous unconditional welcome into the McLeod household; waking up of
a weekend morning in Stephen's bed. Most of all she would miss the
sense of belonging, that Stephen and his parents had given her for the
first time.

Standing in Peggy's hug, Stephen felt anger rising. Somewhere, under
the anger, he knew that Peggy was hurting just as much as him, and
that he should comfort her the best he could. But he couldn't. In his
anguish he wanted someone to blame. This terrible thing had to be
someone's fault. He started to push Peggy away.

Peggy refused to let him push her away. "No, don't do that." she
whispered as she held on to him, continuing to rub his back.

"We'll always have this summer."

"We'll always be each other's first. " she kissed him tenderly.

"We've still got seven weeks. Don't ruin it by pushing me away now."
She offered the paltry consolation, hoping it would be enough for
Stephen. And for herself.

Peggy's continued hug, and the consolation of seven more weeks with
her, calmed Stephen and he returned the hug holding her close. They
stood, holding each other, sobbing together, trying and failing to
console each other.

Eventually, Stephen raised his head and looked at Peggy and kissing
the tears from her face, "It's not fair is it?" he whispered.

"No, it's not fair," Peggy kissed him and gave sad little smile, "but
it's all we have." She used her thumbs to wipe the tears from
Stephen's face.

By mutual consent, they threw themselves into the rest of the summer,
each helping the other to push away melancholy thoughts of the
impending separation.

            *    *    *    *    *

"So what are you two going to do?" David asked Stephen, one evening on
the beach, as summer drew to a close. They were leaning on a big piece
of driftwood, watching Peggy and the others in their group play in the
foam of the incoming waves.

"Peggy's off to Dunedin at the end of next week. I'm staying here."
Stephen answered. The clipped stacatto tones of his voice failing to
tell David that he didn't want to talk about it.

"You know you could go to Dunedin, they've got a Computer Science
programme." David blundered on.

"Yeah. We looked at it. Too expensive. Can't afford the living
expenses." Stephen glanced at David, and saw the concern on his
friend's face.

"But there's got to be something you can do." David was almost
pleading.

Stephen let out a big sigh, "Mum & Dad are doing the best they can. I
can stay at home, they'll feed me & I don't have to contribute to
household expenses." Stephen relayed the gist of what had been agreed
with his parents for the coming university year.

"Dad's not some high-paid muckety muck in the government like your
dad, you know. He just works behind the scenes at the TV station. I'm
the first one in our family to go to university; being able to stay at
home and go to the local uni is really big for me." Stephen paused,
watching his description of how things were different for the two
families sink in.

"I just have to earn enough for books and spending money. That's not
bad. In fact it's pretty good." Stephen concluded.

David's realisation of how much of a struggle it would be for Stephen
to go to university embarrassed him. He had it easy, in fact very
easy. He would be living at home, and his dad was paying all of his
university expenses, as well as providing a generous allowance. He'd
just had to agree to enter Law. So he was doing a double degree in Law
& Politics.

At that moment, Peggy looked up from paddling her toes in the incoming
tide, and saw Stephen & David deep in conversation. The look on
Stephen's face, told her what was being discussed. She waved and blew
him a kiss.

David watched the interaction bring a smile back to Stephen's face,
"You and Peggy are so dammned good together. It's shit that it's going
to be broken up like that."

"Yeah... It's shit." Stephen agreed, and blew a kiss back to
Peggy. "Still, we've got two weeks together, and then we're all off on
the next big adventure to uni." Stephen forced himself to sound
upbeat.

"So what about you and Felicity?" Stephen changed the subject,
commenting on David's obvious attachment to Peggy's friend, who was
also paddling her toes in the tide.

"Uhhhh... yeah... she and I are... uhhhhmmmmm... together." David
glanced at Stephen before locking eyes with Felicity across the
sand.

A dopey smile flashed between them, "Well I mean, it's hardly
surprising. You two did kind of throw us together. What were we
supposed to do? Just sit around and watch you and Peggy make out all
summer?" David wasn't used to talking about his own fledgling romance
with Felicity.

Stephen found David's defensiveness funny, he started to laugh.
"Yeah I suppose we did." he nudged David in the stomach with
his elbow. "But I didn't notice you two complaining too much."

"Well, we're not complaining now!!!!" David nudged Stephen in reply,
"But you two were pretty tiresome at the start of summer. You couldn't
leave each other alone!!!"

Lauging out loud, Stephen stood up, whipped off his tee-shirt and
struck a mock body building pose, "What could I do? She wanted my
body." he grinned.

"Yeah, and so did I" David kept his thoughts to himself, as he stared
at Stephen's bare chest. "God he's beautiful." David's mind ran over
the lost opportunities of the summer: The sight of Stephen's tight
body in his navy blue speedo, seeing Stephen's cute dimpled bum
thrusting his hard cock down Peggy's throat that time he'd spied on
them in the dunes. He didn't suppose he'd get the chance to fool
around with Stephen now, but he still wanted to.

"You're disgusting!!! Perving at your best friend again!!!" David
thrust the disapproving inner voice away. "No I'm not!!! It's just a
phase. I've got Felicity, she's my girlfriend now." David muttered
inwardly, snatching his hand away from his hardening cock, and wishing
that his homosexual fantasies featuring Stephen would stop. But he was
still staring at Stephen's body, collecting more fodder for his
wank-time fantasies.

Stephen noticed David's pause, and saw him unconciously rubbing at the
growing bulge in his beach shorts with the heel of his hand. Stephen
waited a moment and saw his friend snatch his hand away as if telling
himself to stop. Another pause, and David's fantasy day-dream
continued, with his friend's hand returning to the telltale bulge in
his shorts.

Stephen realised David was perving at his bare chest, and the trail of
hair leading down from his belly button. "He's got the hots for me."
Stephen thought. He looked around quickly, nobody had noticed
them. Stephen was flattered at David's attention. Granted, he hadn't
had a single sexual thought about any guy for the whole summer. In
fact, he'd almost convinced himself that his earlier homoesexual
fantasies had been a phase that he'd grown out of. But the sight of
David standing there, admiring his body, and kneading his cock through
his shorts bought Stephen's own cock to full mast and banished any
thought that his previous homosexual fantasies had been just a phase.

Stephen stuck his hand down his shorts, and adjusted his hard cock.
Unconciously, his thumb scooped up a gob of precum from inside his
foreskin. Withdrawing his hand he licked his thumb clean savouring
the taste and smell of pre-cum; all the while he was watching David
and his subtly stroking hand. "Yep, he's having a wank. I wonder if
he will let me touch him this time?" Stephen wondered.

Putting thought to action, Stephen threw caution to the wind, and
reached out to gently stroke David's bum giving it a gentle
squeeze. "Uhhhhh... what?" David snapped out of his reverie, and
stepped away from Stephen's groping hand.

"Damn!!! That's woken him up." Stephen thought. "It's okay, you were
having a day-dream." he reassured David.

"Wh... Wh... What?" David was still confused. "Oh god, he knows!!!
I was perving at him, and he's caught me."

Stephen grabbed David's shoulder and looked him in the eye. "It's okay
Davey. You got caught up in a day-dream, but you'd better snap out of
it. The others are coming." Stephen shook David keeping his eyes
locked with David's "Okay?" he asked.

"Uhhh yeah." David answered and shook his head a little to clear
it. "He grabbed my bum." David savoured the fleeting gentle squeeze,
"He can't be interested in me; he's got a real girlfriend; they're
fucking each other every day. He can't possibly be interested in me."
David was confused; Stephen & Peggy were a genuine couple, not like
him and Felicity. They slept over at Stephen's house for half the
week, whereas Felicity and he hadn't progressed past the chaste
goodnight kiss stage. "How can Stephen make a pass at me, when he's
got Peggy? Am I just imagining it? Did he really make a pass at me?"

Watching David deep in thought, Stephen was sorely tempted to do
something bold and rash; to confirm that he wasn't imagining it. To
let David know that he wasn't just okay with David perving at him, but
that he wanted to go further; that even though he had Peggy, he still
wanted to fool around with David. Introspection would come later, but
right now Stephen wanted to fool around with David, he wanted to kiss
him, to grab his ass and squeeze, to kneel down and get at the
tell-tale bulge in David's shorts.

He noticed the guilty look on David's face. "Better not." he said to
himself, as the thought of kissing his friend ran through his mind
once more. Unable to pluck up the courage, he just patted David on the
shoulder.

"Don't worry, it's all okay." Stephen said as David relaxed, and the
guilty look left his face. Then Stephen gave into temptation; his
hand ran down David's body and grabbed the still prominant bulge in
David's shorts giving it a gentle squeeze.

"It's all okay Davey." he whispered, the squeeze on David's cock
emphasizing the word all. He smiled and squeezed again looking him in
the face, "Another time, another place, who knows what we might've got
up to. eh?" Stephen gave David's cock a third squeeze and let go.

"Uhhhhh... " David's mind was reeling: He did make a pass at me. He
wants to fool around with me. Stephen just grabbed my dick and said it
was "ALL" okay. Stephen definitely made a pass at me.

"Quick Davey, here come the others," Stephen whispered as he adjusted
his beach shorts, giving David a glimpse of the top of his hard cock
poking out of the top of his waistband, before making sure that the
tell-tale bulge was hidden in the baggy folds. "Another place?
Another time? Maybe?" He almost begged as he quickly put his
tee-shirt back on.

"Yeah. Maybe. Some other time." David replied, as he adjusted his
own beach shorts, not daring to look at Stephen's face.

            *    *    *    *    *

That evening David and Stephen both fueled their separate bedtime
wanks with memories of what had nearly happened on the beach. David
lay in bed, with his pajama pants lying on the floor beside him,
stroking his cock. He recalled the sight & smell of that gob of
pre-cum on Stephen's thumb, the gentle stroking of Stephen's hand on
his bum, the questioning firmness of Stephen's hand squeezing his cock
and that final fleeting glimpse of Stephen's cock poking out past his
waistband. Memory soon turned to fantasy, as David closed his eyes
and dreamt of kneeling between Stephen's legs licking and sucking on
Stephen's hard cock.

"Uuuuunnnggghhhh... yes... hold my head... shove that cock into me."
he grunted, his right hand speeding up the strokes. "Oooooh
Stevie... here it comes... make me beg for it." he grunted, as he
pulled his foreskin back and forth. A few more strokes, and a muffled
swearing grunt had David splattering his stomach with cum.

"Unnngggghh... " his cock spewed a final shot of cum.

"Next time Stevie, don't stop." He whispered as his breathing
subsided. He grabbed his pajama pants and wiped up the puddle of cum
from his stomach, "Next time, take me, make me yours." he whispered
in the darkness.

As his cock deflated, and the post-orgasm glow faded from his body,
that familiar, sneering guilty voice began whispering to him again:
"Did you enjoy that??? Jerking off??? Whispering his name!! Begging
him to take you!!! You're disgusting!!"

David lay in bed, twisting and turning, trying to get to sleep, to get
that voice to shut up. "Admit it you're a poofter, a nancy-boy, a
bum-boy. You should be ashamed of yourself, hiding behind Felicity,
when you're lusting after Stephen."

"Yes, yes, that's what I am." David admitted, hoping it would make the
voice shut-up. "I wanted him to keep going. I wanted him to stick his
hand down my shorts and grab my cock properly. I want there to be a
next time. I want him to make me his." David dared the voice to
continue taunting him.

Across town, Stephen's mind was in no less of a turmoil as he lay in
the dark, holding his cock and thinking of David. Stephen had been
distracted driving Peggy home from the beach; although the goodnight
on the landing outside her apartment was no less passionate than
usual. But here, alone in his bed holding his hard cock twirling his
thumb inside his foreskin, Stephen's thoughts turned away from Peggy's
grunting & grinding goodnight with its resultant puddle of precum
smearing the inside of his shorts, to the memory of that fleeting
touch of his hand on David's bum, and the oh so daring squeeze he'd
given David's deliciously hard cock.

The memory of David staring at his bare torso discretely wanking
himself, bought all of his pre-Peggy masturbatory fantasies back to
mind. James, his big brother had been right: he was a homo, a
poofter. He told himself that if he and David had been alone on that
beach tonight, he would've been on his knees yanking David's shorts
down in seconds.

He was totally bewitched by Peggy. He loved being with her, and the
sex was great. But. And there had always been an unacknowledged But:
when choices had to be made, he wasn't in love with Peggy enough to
follow her to the other end of the country. Tonight he'd been
seconds from realising one of his most long-standing homosexual
fantasies.

Confronting the contradiction made Stephen uncomfortable: Had he just
been using Peggy to demonstate that he was 'normal' all the while
deluding himself that he was straight? Did the self delusion increase
or lessen the crime against Peggy?

His furtive hidden desire for David drove everything but the fantasy
from his mind. He gave his balls a gentle tug and reached for his left
nipple giving it a pinch and a twist.

"Unnnnggghh... Yesssss... " he grunted, his hips doing that
involuntary thrust they always did when he worked his nipples. "That's
it Davey boy..." he grunted, this was going to be a big load. He
started stroking his foreskin back and forth, enjoying the sight of
his purple head glistening with pre-cum, appearing and disappearing.

"Go on Davey... Chomp on the other one..." he whispered, giving his
nipple another vicious pinch and twist.

Copyright © 2012 StueyNZ; All Rights Reserved.
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