A Taste of America in London

A Taste of America in London

Chapter 7

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How long is an appropriate amount of time between someone you like giving you their mobile number, and you actually being able to call or message it?

I didn't want to sound as desperate as I was actually feeling, but after today's adventure in the park, I was hooked on Cody. His touch, the way he talked to me, the confidence he seemed to sweat out, had all conspired to get me more than a little obsessed in him. But then I also didn't know what to make of the way he talked and reacted about me. I mean... the jaw breaking smiling, the smirks, the crafty winks, the fact that he was being comfortable in touching someone he barely knew as much as he did, the fact that he had basically eaten chilli sauce off of my face... and let's not forget the fact that he seemed not to have a problem with me staring at his groin and stomach and getting a hard on over it - he had to realize that his light questioning of me being gay, which he had only hinted at, was spot on. Was this his way of indicating that he liked me the way I liked him? Or was it him just being friendly? Do American's do friendship differently? Or was he blatantly flirting with me? Does he flirt with anyone or just me?

Man! I had so many questions before, and after having met and spent some quality time with him, I just seemed to have more, and the more I thought about things the more questions I came up with. One that was troubling me the most, was that he asked if Sim was my boyfriend???? I mean... where the fuck did that come from? I act no friendlier (in a flirty kind of way) with Sim, than I do the other guys, whilst at school. Oh Shit! What if I underestimated how gay I look?

I got off my bed and looked at myself in the mirror - I mean really looked. No! I didn't look gayer than any other guy out there. I'd spent so long pretending to be completely straight that, that's the way I looked. Did I act gay in public? I don't think so... Sim or one of the other guys would be bound to tell me if I was mincing around the school yard.

Was Cody just sounding me out? Could my dreams actually be answered, and he is gay? In which case, was this just his way of finding out if I was the same way?

I went back to my bed and lay across it. I picked up the phone from my bedside counter, unlocked it and looked at his entry in my contacts. The entry that he had put in for himself.

'Cody aka Burrito Boy aka Eye Candy' followed by his mobile number and also his email address.

I couldn't decide if putting Eye Candy was just his way of alerting me to the fact that he had seen me checking him out. But then again, the fact that he had put burrito boy, meant he was trying to build on something I would be familiar with from my time with him, didn't it?

I went to my messages where he had sent himself a message from my phone,

"Text me..."

Was this actually his way of telling me to message him, or was it a reminder to him to message me when he looked at his phone?

FUCK! So many questions... I didn't know what to think. When I closed my eyes all I could see in my head was him laying back on the grass with the sun shining on him, and his, sexy as fuck, treasure trail snaking between the button of his jeans. BUT... The questions I had in my mind, had me so puzzled I couldn't even get hard from it.

Deciding I need a break from thinking, I went downstairs, leaving my phone on my bed. The girls were crowing around each other in the living room. I took a look at Eveline as I walked past - she didn't look anything like her brother.

I went into the kitchen and my mum had gone out. I went into the back garden where my dad was pottering over something in the shed. For a couple of hours I gave him a hand with clearing out the shed, and tidying, which as most men know, meant moving everything from one side of the shed to the other and vice versa, without actually clearing anything out. Conversation with dad was always easy. He didn't push me, or ever ask embarrassing questions. He asked how school was going, whether I was looking forward to skiing, and what Sim was up to. My dad liked to know what was going on, but wouldn't want to be thought of as crude enough to actually ask.

"So where did you get to with Cody?" my dad asked.

"We just went for a walk through the park, looked at the market and got something to eat. Nothing majorly exciting"

"He seems a responsible kind of lad - looking after his sister and everything. Does he go to your school?"

"Yeah... I've seen him at school but not spoken to him until today. I didn't know he was Eveline's brother. His dad's my form tutor."

"Oh really??? Small world, eh?"

I glanced up at him when he said that, but my dad was difficult to read. Was he reading something into nothing, or was he just talking randomly. The fact that he was holding and staring at a rake like he was Indiana Jones and it was the Crystal Skull, made me think, he was possibly just talking for the point of talking.

After a bit, I got bored of hanging around the shed and so went back into the house, climbed the stairs, grabbed my phone and went and sat on the unholy throne. I had two text messages, but I could see from the lock screen that neither of them was from Cody. They were both from Sim,

The first read: "Fball was gd. So fking bored now. What r y up 2?"

The second read: "I'm going to Emily's now, for the night!!!! Wish me luck! Txt u 2mrw"

Sim was a little obsessed with text speak. Sometimes he would even come up with abbreviated words which could mean anything, and you know that he had literally just made them up as he was going along. I preferred to type in normal, full sentences.

Like most 16 year olds my fingers are faster than my brain when it comes to texting. I unlocked my phone and tapped out,

"Sorry, just saw this. Man, met Cody today - will explain when I see you. I think I like him... Have fun tonight!"

I clicked send and then relocked my phone, did the usual wiping business and went back into my bedroom. I looked around, but there was nothing I particularly felt like doing. I was contemplating whether my brain was silent enough of questions enough to enable me to have a wank, no clues as to what would be in my mind, when my phone beeped.

It was a text from Cody aka Burrito Boy aka Eye Candy,

"Maybe you should tell him that you like him....."

What the hell?!

Then my phone beeped again,

"Guess you weren't supposed to send me that, but interesting that you did!"

What the hell was he talking about?

I unlocked my phone and looked at my messages. Holy Shit! Fuck! I damn near threw my phone against the wall. Bollocks!

I could feel all the colour run from my face, and my heart started beating through my chest.

My phone had unlocked on to the messages from Cody and I could see at the top of the screen the message that I had meant to send to Sim. Shit! I had been tapping away so quickly that I hadn't noticed that my phone had been on that message stream when I meant to reply to Sim....

FUCK!!!! What should I do? My mind started thinking up lots of different things I could reply. Replies along the line of, just pissing around or just teasing.

I sat on my bed and carried on trying to think how I could resurrect this stupid, dicky situation I had put myself in. I kept starting typing a reply, and then deciding that I sounded moronic or desperate. After a couple of minutes, I thought I should just play it cool, or try to anyway.

"Hi Cody! Really sorry that was meant for Sim. Not sure what to say... You're a cool guy, fun to hang around. I think you and he will get on great."

I read it back several times in my head. It wasn't perfect, but it filled the stupid silence that might have entailed, and this definitely needed to be filled.

I clicked send.

I started pacing my bedroom. After about 5 minutes of wearing out the carpet there was no reply. I had really pissed myself off. I must have completely scared him off! FUCK!!!!

I threw my phone on my bed and then in a bit of a sulk I went downstairs to the kitchen. The girls had gone out, there was no one down there. I walked through the house and looked through the living room window - sure enough both of my parent's cars were gone too. I took out a can of diet coke from the fridge and as I pulled the ring pull, heard a very feint beep of my phone. I don't think I have ever run up those stairs as quickly in my life as I did on this occasion. I know I had spilt some coke from the can on the way, but fuck it. It was a wooden floor. It would wash off.

I busted through my bedroom door and putting the can on my desk, I threw myself across the bed to where my phone was. It was a text from Cody.

"Aaaargh and here I was thinking you really liked me... Shame lol. Are you sure you weren't just thinking of a reason to text me? Looking forward to meeting Sim. What are you up to tonight?"

Was he flirting with me again? I decided to ignore the first part of the message, seemingly grateful that he didn't seem to have written me off.

"Nothing planned for tonight. Everyone's already got plans, didn't wanna be a third wheel. Have fun with your brother. What do you have planned with him?"

I could see the symbol on my phone to say that he had received the message and was composing a reply. I walked over to my desk, sat on my desk chair and taking a swig from my coke kept staring at my phone. Like staring at it would make it beep.

It beeped. Shit, maybe I did have an X Men ability... to make my phone beep. It

"We are going to get some fast food and then come home and watch some bball on the box as the rest of the family are out."

I read the message and realized there was no component of it for me to reply to. Anything I would say would sound pointless. Oh god! I hope I hadn't made a tit of myself and put him off me.

Phone beeped,

"Wanna join us?"

My heart started beating fast again... This could be the perfect opportunity to spend some more time with him. But his brother would be there, that could be awkward! The more I thought about it, the more I thought it probably wasn't a good idea. A lot had happened today, I didn't want to push him.

I replied

"Thanks Cody, but don't want to take away from your time with you brother. Another time?"

I put my phone down and reached across and downed what was left in the can of coke. I'd made the right move. Slowly Slowly, Catchy Monkey.

Phone beeped,

"Don't be daft. I live with him, I see him everyday. I said I wanted you to meet him anyway. We'll stop by and collect you on the way to get food about 7pm. Dress sexy!"

I guess I'd been told. Cinderella was going to the ball. But... Dress sexy! - What was that about?

I replied,

"If you insist... :o) "Dress sexy"?????"

Phone beeped,

"Always!!!! Don't panic - I always send that to friends when I arrange to meet with them. Not sure why! Lol"

Okay. That was kind of odd. But hey, I was excited again. Not only did I get to spend the morning and lunchtime with him, but now I would get to spend the evening with him too. Even if his brother would be there.

I looked at my watch and saw that it was about 5pm. I had two hours until they were likely to be around - I better prepare.

I'd showered, I'd deodorized, I'd got changed 3 times, and finally I was choosing what aftershave to put on. Now I was trying to do something with my hair, stupid really, because I barely had enough hair to put any shape into it whatsoever, but something was telling me that I should make an effort. I'd finally decided on a pair of chino coloured cargo pants, a blue t-shirt, a darker blue open shirt and a pair of vans, san socks. I looked at my reflection in the mirror, I looked passable.

I had about half hour before I was collected and so decided to go downstairs and see what was on the TV for a bit. I could hear my sister and her friends knocking around in the kitchen and so I walked into the living room, sat back on the sofa and flicked on to a Friends re-run. I think everyone alive has seen every episode of Friends, but the UK TV companies have some strange obsession with showing it constantly on repeat. It's odd though, because even though you know what is going on, you still get captivated into watching it.

Before the episode was even half way through, the door bell rung.... I jumped up switching off the TV with the remote and virtually lunged for the door. However my sister still managed to beat me to it. My sister on answering the door immediately called Eveline, who looked a bit surprised to see her brothers standing at the door, however when they explained they were here for me, she looked mightily relieved, and my sister looked slightly cryptic. The girls wandered off and I shouted to my parents that I was going out and would be back later. My mum shouted down the stairs that her and my dad were heading out for dinner, I shouted acknowledgement and then I walked outside and joined Cody and his brother.

Cody was looking cool as a cucumber, and was still wearing what he had been wearing earlier in the day.

"Looking swift, Craig!", he said, patting me on the shoulder, and grinning.

Shit! Why had I gotten changed,

"Nice of you to have made the effort, Burrito boy!".

He started laughing,

"You liked that? Eh?" he asked.

"Let me introduce you to my brother. Craig meet Bobby, Bobby meet Craig". I put my hand out to the boy standing next to Cody, he took my hand and gave it a hearty shake. He was smiling and whilst he had Cody's cheeky smile, they looked nothing else alike.

Bobby, who I later found out was 13, came up to Cody's shoulder. He was built very slight, in that there was no definition to his muscle yet, but Cody had explained earlier that Bobby was a proper sports fiend. He had almost white blonde hair that was quite long. It wasn't anywhere near shoulder length, but it covered a lot of his face, and the way he kept brushing it out of his eyes, meant he either had a nervous disposition, or he was just not that bothered by his hair.

"Nice to meet you Bobby, Cody's told me a lot about you", I said as I released his hand.

Bobby furrowed his eyes,

"Oh yeah! What did he say?"

He may not look like Cody, but he sure as shit did sound like him, except his voice was a bit higher. Same accent, same intonation. Cody laughed and wrapping his arm around Bobby, just said,

"Nothing bad bro, Chill! Just mentioned that you still wet the bed and can't wipe your ass properly".

Bobby bunched his fist and punched Cody pretty hard in the gut. This then led to the brothers playfully fighting as we walked down the street towards.

When they stopped fighting and began to walk like normal people, I was next to the road and Cody was between Bobby and I. He may not have got changed, but I could smell his aftershave was stronger than it had been earlier in the day. He had made some effort.

"So where are we going anyway?" I asked.

Cody looked over at me and replied,

"well... whenever we met Brits back home they always went on about the fish and chips, so we thought we'd hit the fish and chip store, if that sounds okay?"

I loved fish and chips,

"Sounds perfect!"

Then Bobby piped up,

"Then we're gonna head back to our house and watch some basketball. You gonna come too?"

He looked at me and looked really keen. I guess if he hadn't made friends yet, an older boy showing him some attention had to make him feel good,

"Well, if your folks don't mind, I'd love to".

"They're out till later, so we have an empty pad" said Cody "Although buddy, you can't be up too late tonight, you're going to check out the football team in the morning" he was looking at Bobby, not me.

I picked up on this,

"Oh yeah, Cody mentioned you were looking to join the local footie team. Is it the Colts you're checking out?" I asked,

Bobby answered,

"Yeah. I've heard they are pretty good and they practice in the park opposite where we live"

"Yeah I know, Sim coaches the younger Colts. You should introduce yourself to him, I'll tell him to keep an eye out for you."

A massive smile broke out across Bobby's face, and his eyes started to glow,

"Really??? Would you???? Oh thanks".

Cody clapped his hand on his brothers back,

"See, I told you he was cool".

As Bobby was agreeing with him, Cody turned to me and looking incredibly grateful, just silently mouthed thank you. I mouthed back that it was not a problem.

As we got to the crossroads, we could see the chippy on the opposite side of the road. The queue was going outside the door, which wasn't anything odd for this particular shop, this time of a weekend evening.

As the road cleared, Cody very fatherly, put an arm around both my and Bobby's shoulders and started to pull us across the road.

"This place better be worth the wait" he said as he looked at me, mocking a serious face.

I love the feeling of him having his arm around me. There was nothing sexual in it whatsoever about his touch, but I still felt a little jealous that Bobby had one of the arms around him, and that they weren't both wrapped around me.

We queued with the rest of the people, and when it came to our turn, I offered to order for the three of us. Bobby looked up, smiled and then looked at Cody, who in turn looked at me,

"After the burrito, you've got a lot to live up to..."

I smiled, and ordered simply, three large cod and chips.

Whilst we waited for our order, I asked Bobby about his football. He explained that it wasn't his main game, which was basketball, but he was okay and would get better with practice. He was really confident for a 13 year old, it must run in the family. As he talked about the sports, his eyes came alive. His mannerisms became really excitable and it was cute to watch Cody be enthralled listening to him, even though he must have heard it all before.

When the girl behind the counter gave us our bag of food, Cody reached over and paid her before I had a chance to take my wallet out. I began to protest, but he looked sternly at me and said,

"Consider it a pay off for texting Sim about Bobby". I saw that he wasn't going to back down and so accepted defeat. We walked down an adjacent road to the one in which I lived off of, and when I realized we were on their street, I noticed that we actually only lived about 5 minutes walk from each other, directly across one of the smaller parks. I had to let the two of them take the lead as I didn't know where exactly they lived, but as we approached a row of about 5 detached houses, they turned into the first one. The house was pretty much the same size as mine, except whereas mine stretched over three floors, they had two. It was a nice size house though and it looked very tidy.

"Welcome to Chez Casa... It's only rented for the year, but its our home away from home" - Cody declared.

We walked up to the front door and as Cody reached in his pocket for his keys, I was standing behind him. His hand in his pocket pulled his jeans tight across his backside and my eyes wandered! Fuck it looked like a peach encased in denim.

Distracting myself from this welcome distraction, I started gibbering,

"Why have you left all the lights on? Are you trying to encourage planes to land on your drive?!?!" - I quipped

Bobby didn't understand what I said. I don't think I did either to be honest. As he put the key into the lock Cody grinned around at me,

"Sorry Dad!".

I immediately flushed. I know I hadn't offended him, but I felt like a bit of a nerd.

The door was opened and as we walked in, I saw the house was pretty sparse.

"Sorry for the lack of furniture, Dude. Our stuff hasn't arrived from the States yet, so we only have the basics" Cody looked a bit embarrassed. He led me into the living room, and my jaw hit the floor. In front of me was an absolutely enormous projector TV hanging from the ceiling, with three massive sofas dotted around the room.

"Oh my god, are you kidding?! That TV must have it's own post code"

They both laughed. Bobby flipped himself over the three seater sofa, and Cody was about heading off to a door.

"I'm just gonna grab us some plates and drinks. What do you want?"

Bobby shouted water as he was wrestling with the TV remote. It took a couple of seconds to warm up, but soon enough the entire room was ablaze with a basketball game being show on the big screen.

I took the opposite side of the big sofa that Bobby was sitting on, and soon enough Cody joined us back in the living room. He had sneakily got changed whilst he was gone, and was now wearing a pair of blue basketball shorts and a basketball vest. Jesus, he looked hot. He had a bit of stubble from his chest visible, and his arms were pretty big with a light dusting of hair on the lower halves, but pretty smooth up top. I couldn't help noticing his pits, which had a nice amount of hair under them. A nice amount of hair.... What was I thinking? Armpit hair was armpit hair wasn't it. But for some reason it just made him look sexy as hell.

Rather than sit on one of the other sofas he took the middle cushion off the sofa we were sat on, dragged it on to the floor and plonked himself on top of it. He dished out the plates and a bottle of water each, and Bobby passed around the packets of fish and chips.

As we unwrapped and dug into our dinner, Bobby and Cody really got into the game, shouting out at the ref, and players, occasionally spraying food across the room. I was strangely impressed that when Cody had finished his plate, he then started eating the chips that Bobby had left. And after clearing Bobby's plate, turned and asked me if he could finish the chips I'd left. I nodded. Jesus this boy could eat... a lot... and yet had an amazing physique.

With regards to the basketball I didn't have a clue what was going on, but I was enjoying watching both of them get so animated about it. It felt like the players on the screen had a break every few minutes, and so every now and then Bobby and Cody would break into a conversation about stats of one player or another. They tried to get me into the conversation, but I made it clear I was happy just to watch. Between them, they both managed to explain the rules of the game and a bit about each team to me. I wasn't any the wiser to be honest, by the end of the game but I think they genuinely thought they had introduced professional basketball to my life.

Just when I thought that I might be saved from watching anymore however, one of the brothers flicked the channel and another game was just starting.

"Bobs!!! You can watch this game until the end of the 2nd quarter, then you're off to bed ok" Cody was looking seriously at Bobby. I hadn't yet seen him look seriously, yet he carried it off well. Mr Sensible.

Bobby started whining and so Cody reached across and switched off the TV.

"Okay you can go to bed now then!"

Bobby went into meltdown,

"OKAY OKAY, I'll go at the end of the second. Just turn it back on"

Bobby looked serious pissed off, but Cody turned on the TV and then looked around to me and raised his eyebrows.

I gathered from the way he got more animated than even before that one of the current teams playing was Bobby's favourite team. He was reading off stats to me from his memory like they were going out of fashion, or like there was a chance in hell that I would remember them. But Bobby was a cool kid, so I feigned interest and asked a couple of questions.

At some point during the second quarter, I ended up with Bobby's feed on my groin as he stretched out across the sofa. I didn't notice though until the the scoreboard buzzed and Cody jumped up and noticing it, yanked Bobby's feet off me and slapped his legs.

"BOBBY" he shouted,

"He's not a fucking ottoman.... Anyway, bed time".

Bobby looked really embarrassed suddenly and apologized and then tried to beg Cody to let him stay up to watch the rest of the game. Cody argued back, yet after a while he suddenly relented a little bit, yet rather than let him stay downstairs, said he'd take Bobby upstairs.

"I'll be back down in a few minutes. Do you want anything?" He was turned to me.

Smiling, I just replied, rubbed my belly, and said

"I'm stuffed!"

As they headed out of the room, Bobby came over to me, and put his hand out,

"Nice meeting you Craig. Cody was right, you are cool!"

I gave him a wink and shook his hand. Then he and Cody were off up stairs.

Whilst they were upstairs I started to get nervous. What was going to happen now? If it was just me and Cody would we continue watching the TV, or talk? What would I talk about?

I stood up off the sofa and stretching a bit, noticed some framed photos on the mantle piece. I walked over and took a look. There was one photo of Cody, Eveline and Bobby, which didn't look like it had been taken too long ago, and there was another picture of Mr Brunswick and a pretty middle aged woman who I took to be Mrs Brunswick. There were three other pictures, one of each of the kids when they were a bit younger. I smiled as I saw the one of Cody. He had the same face, and was pulling a massive smile, and I noticed that he had a mouth full of metal.

As I was looking at the pictures, I didn't hear Cody come up behind me, until I heard him groan,

"Oh God! I hate those pictures".

I turned around and smiled,

"You look like a cool family. But man... That's one hell of a brace you have on there".

He looked a bit confused and then realized what I was talking about,

"Oh you mean my retainer".

He then pulled his lips apart with his teeth closed and showed me his pearly whites,

"I'm kind of pleased with the end result though!".

I laughed and agreed that they did look pretty fucking epic.

I returned back to where I had been sitting on the sofa.

Still looking at the pictures Cody suddenly lifted his hands above his head as if he were trying to reach the ceiling. I realized he was stretching, but suddenly I had the perfect view, or a smooth, tanned, and perfect back. His vest had risen up and whilst I could see a bit of spine, I was more captivated with the butt dimples which had appeared where he was wearing his shorts low.

Too fucking late. Staring at that ass, I had a boner. Luckily the way I was sitting didn't allow for any visibility and how I managed to maintain my composure as he turned around and smiled his toothy smile at me, I'll never know.

He ambled over to the sofa, replaced the cushion from the floor and then sat down where Bobby had been sitting, with his back against the arm rest, his bare feet on the cushion between us, facing me.

I had to will myself not to look down, as I knew that his shorts had got bunched up slightly around his crotch and knew that if I looked down I would see a lot further into his shorts, then my cock could probably handle at the moment. It was beginning to hurt slightly pressing against the inside of my shorts.

"Sorry about that, matey! Bobby's not really got used to the new house yet, and I think he's a little afraid of going upstairs on his own at night at the moment". Cody explained.

"Oh, please. Don't worry about me. He's a really sweet kid, I'm sure he'll be fine in a couple of weeks." - I replied.

"Yeah no doubt he will be. As I said earlier, he's not found it easy making friends yet at our school. He will do though, he's a great guy. I keep telling him that once people get to know him they'll love him".

"Does he go to our school too?"

"Yeah, he's in the new Year 7 class. But some of the kids, I think, knew each other from their junior schools, but he didn't go to one here".

"I'll have to keep an eye out for him. I doubt he'll want to hang around with me, Sim and the guys, but he's more than welcome."

Cody smiled at me, "That's really sweet of you, but he needs to make some friends his own age. He'll be fine, he will chill out a bit soon. And... by the way, thanks for offering to put a good word in for him with the football team. He couldn't stop talking about it upstairs, he really likes you"

That made me really happy,

"Seriously not a problem. I'll text Sim and he'll do what he can. Bobby's a really sweet boy".

The basketball was still playing in the background and Cody kept turning to it, but I could see he was burning to ask something. Eventually he came out with it,

"So who did you mean to text earlier, when you tried to tell them that you liked me?"

I could feel myself get really hot. My face was burning, I was blushing. But he wasn't looking at me. I think he was trying not to make me feel uncomfortable.

I stammered a bit... I do that when I get nervous, but I explained that I was texting Sim. I told Cody that I was just intending to tell Sim that Cody was a really cool guy. Whilst I was talking, Cody had stretched out again, this time across the sofa, and possibly without noticing done exactly what his brother had done before by putting his feet across my lap. I was facing down when I was talking and focusing on his calves as I spoke.

I looked up and he was looking directly at me, he wasn't smiling, in fact he was looking quite nonchalant, "Ahhh, makes sense now".

He turned his look into a smile and then shrugging his eyebrows at me,

"I did wonder what you meant by 'like'".

Shit! He knew!!! I looked straight back down again and noticed how perfect his feet looked. Long with straight toes, only a few wisps of hair.

"Don't be shy. It's cool." There was then a long pause and a,

"I like you too."

WHAT THE HELL DOES HE MEAN? Does he mean it how I mean it? Or does he mean it innocently like I just tried to explain to him.

I found myself just looking at him, straight into his yes. And I pulled a cheesy mouth closed half smile. This time I think I managed to embarrass him as he kept turning away to look at the screen and acted captivated by it, even though it was just an advert on.

I laughed internally to myself. I took the chance to look down and immediately knew I shouldn't have. His shorts were pulled tight around his crotch, and there was quite a bulge going on. Where the shorts had ridden up also, I got to saw quite near the top of his thighs, and he had some sexy thighs. There was a little bit of hair, but they looked damn sexy. I could even see where the colour of his legs changed slightly, a tan line so to speak. Picturing him in short shorts for sunbathing started to inflate my cock again and before I knew it, I was seriously hard in my shorts. I looked down at my own lap to check that it wasn't showing. You couldn't necessarily tell I was as hard as I was, but you could tell that something was happening down there.

"You alright over there?"

I looked up. Shit! He was staring at me with a questioning look on his face. Make a joke, make a joke, I was telling myself.

"Yeah! I just wondered at what point I had become your ottoman as well as your brothers" I threw him a cheeky grin.

He looked horrified and pulled his legs back to the middle cushion. The involuntary rubbing against my bulge, was making me a serious risk of shooting a load where I sat.

"Ooops sorry about that. We're a pretty close family, this is how we usually sit on the sofa."

"So I'm one of the family now, am I?" I asked jokingly.

He relaxed and jokingly smiled back,

"Not yet, but play your cards right!"

Man I had a lot of thinking to do tomorrow. I was trying to remember everything that had been said tonight to deconstruct with Sim.

Before he had the chance to pull them off completely, I grabbed his feet back and pulled them back onto my lap.

"You keep em there, burrito boy! Wouldn't want you feeling awkward in your own home".

He laughed at what I said,

"So... Burrito Boy is my new nickname is it?"

"Well you titled yourself with it."

He nodded,

"Good point... I guess we have to come up with a nickname for you now."

"Oh yeah. Like what?"

"I'll think of one". He smiled and then when the basketball came back on we both turned to watch it. After that we just chatted the shit between us.

The sound of a key being put in the lock stopped up both talking. I looked at my watch, it was 11:45. Where had the evening gone?

Cody pulled his feet off my lap, luckily my boner had dissipated, and stood up. I did too. Stretching as I did. A couple of seconds later in walked Mr Brunswick, and I could see through the door, the middle aged woman from the picture walking up the stairs.

"Evening Boys! Have you had a good time?" he asked.

Both Cody and I said yeah at the same time. For some reason I was feeling guilty and was worried that I was starting to blush again. I hope Mr Brunswick didn't realize I had been perving over his son for most of the evening.

"Cody, me and your mother are going to go on up, it's been a long night. Are you staying, Craig?" He turned to look at me with a small smile.

"Errr. No Mr Brunswick, thanks but I only live over the other side of the park, so I think I'm gonna head on home"

"Ha ha. Please Craig, when I'm out of school you can call me Patrick, or Pat! I hope the boys have been taking care of you"

"Absolutely, they've been really welcoming"

"Good. In that case, I hope we see you around here some more. Say thanks to your folks for me!"

"Sir?... What for?" I asked, puzzled.

"It was them we went out for dinner with. Lovely people."

You fucking what!!!!!! What was going on? How in the hell had they got to know my folks?

"Err sure. Of course I will."

Cody piped up,

"Dad, I'm gonna walk Craig half way home, ok?"

Patrick turned to walk up the stairs,

"Sure, just remember to take your key... And tidy the plates from the front room floor, your mother would kill you if she knew you were eating in front of the TV."

We all said good night and then I gave Cody a hand picking up the dishes and taking them to the kitchen where we loaded them into the dishwasher.

"Seriously. You don't have to walk me home" I said.

Without looking at me, he said,

"I'm not walking you home".

"Oh????".

He turned to smile at me and said,

"I'm walking you half way home".

I laughed,

"Ok! Thanks".

Cody ran off to get his trainers and I put mine on at the door. He reappeared down the stairs and opened the front door and we walked out.

The evenings were still warm, and so luckily he didn't need to put a jacket on. I was enjoying seeing as much of his flesh as I could get away with.

"I still need to think of a nickname for you! I'm gonna have to work on that." He said.

I giggled like a school girl,

"Just make sure it's nice one, burrito boy".

He smiled,

"I'm quite liking my nickname.".

We walked down the street and into the park. He was walking very closely to me, or was I walking very close to him. Either way, I could feel his body heat from his arm as it rubbed against mine. It was making the hairs on the back of my neck tingle .

As we reached the middle of the park, we stopped.

I turned to him,

"Thanks for inviting me over tonight. I've had a nice time getting to know more about you and meeting your brother."

He put his hand on my arm as we faced each other.

"Please... I should be thanking you for keeping me company whilst I babysat. "

"You're brothers great, I can see why you like spending time with him. You seem very close".

He looked into the distance. I could feel the immense heat coming from his hand. Oh God! Was this going to be my first kiss? Not just with a guy, but with anyone?

"Yeah! We are pretty close. Thanks again for saying you'd text Sim. Don't worry if you don't want to, but it's really nice that you'd offer."

"What are you talking about???? I said I would. You're brothers cool, and I think Sim will get the best out of him on the pitch."

"Yeah, definitely. Thank you".

He looked at me really sincerely. He moved closer to me. Should I close my eyes? God I sounded so sissy in my mind.

He pushed his chest against mine and put his face over my shoulder as he embraced my body with his arms.

And gave me a hug!!!!!

Jesus! He smelled amazing. And he hugged so tight. I could feel his hair on the side of my face, and could smell him so strongly. He smelled of soap, shampoo, and like a man... I could feel his chest against mine, and his crotch against mine too. Fuck! I was gonna start to bone up... My stomach was flipping out.

He pulled away after a couple of seconds.

"Do you want me to walk you all the way? Or are you okay from here?" he asked.

Finding my voice, as much as I wanted him to take me all the way home as I didn't want to leave him, I replied,

"I'll be fine. Thanks for coming this far."

"You're welcome, Dude. I'm going to football with Bobby in the morning, but I'll text you after. Maybe we can do something tomorrow too?"

I felt like screaming with joy.

"That sounds awesome."

He put his hand on my arm again,

"Night Craig!".

"Night Burrito"

He gave me that sexy toothy smile and the sly wink.

Then we turned and walked off in opposite directions.