A Touch of Heaven
This story is based on the life of one George Carr. (Name changed -- obviously) Please treat it with the respect a true story deserves. See the introduction to chapter 1 for the details.
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A Touch of Heaven
Chapter 4
Of course, I did not want Scott to go, and told him so, pleading my case with the reasoning that we still had quite a bit of time before my parents would get home. Scott explained that he had to go as he had a Scout meeting that night and he had to get ready for it. So we both got dressed with me forcing my still hard cock into my shorts and then we went and retrieved his bike from the shed at the back. While we were in the shed we shared another kiss and told each other that we would see each other again the next morning at school. Then Scott rode off to his home and I went back inside feeling very lonely. That evening as I gave myself my usual hand job I thought about Scott and what we had experienced together that afternoon and decided that I very definitely wanted to see an awful lot more of my dear Scott.
For the rest of that week we did not get a lot of time together either at school or at home although we did manage to get one afternoon alone at his house. After we had got into his room, we helped to undress each other and determined that we really enjoyed both undressing our partner and being undressed by our partner. This afternoon, we again sucked each other off, but we got into a 69 and pleasured each other at the same time. This was really nice and I felt as I suckled on Scott's cock it increased the sensation in my cock. Can you have transference of pleasure between two people like this? Needless to say, I came first and jerked my little dry orgasm around in Scott's mouth. Scott never let my cock out of his mouth, but for a few moments he stopped bobbing and his tongue stayed still as well. Then as I continued sucking on his cock, he began to suck on me once more; my cock not getting soft at all after that first orgasm. I bobbed my head up and down on his shaft with my lip covered teeth clamping down on his cock and forcing the skin on his shaft to roll forward and form a sort of temporary and short foreskin as I pulled back and then unrolling again as I went forward into his soft blond pubes; my tongue constantly doing a merry dance on his beautiful cock head, and titillating the fraenulum as much as I could.
When he came it was with the gusto he had shown the last time letting my cock fall from his mouth as he gasped and grunted; giving some hard thrusts accompanied by forceful and large spurts of cum into my mouth. He shot five or six ropes and this time I was able to hold it all in so that none of it leaked out onto the bed. I kept sucking until he asked me to stop because once again he was getting too sensitive. Then he sucked my still hard cock back into his mouth and worked it until I had a second dry one. Once I had cum that second time and slipped from his mouth, we moved around so that we could kiss and just enjoy each other's body as we caressed each other softly and gently with our hands letting the fingertips discover each turn and undulation In our lover's skin. I offered to suck Scott off again as his cock was still hard and he had only cum that once. Scott said he would prefer a slow leisurely wank instead and so that is what I did for him. At first it was just a tickle really as I was touching his cock so lightly the movement of my hand did not cause the skin on his cock to move at all. After a few minutes of this where I was caressing his cock and balls with the same hand, I wrapped my hand more firmly around his cock and began to pump away slowly spreading the pre-cum he was producing over his cock and my hand so that we glided around like a knob of butter in a hot pan. I brought my other hand into play now and used that one to roll his balls around in his sack and stroke the perineum under the sack, even going far enough back to brush a finger over his rose bud on odd occasions. During this time Scott lay there fairly passively, only emitting the odd grunt or groan of pleasure every now and then. But when he got close, he began to squirm a little and by lifting his pelvis he began to pump into my fist. I recognised the sign and so sped up, concentrating on his cock now and watching for the explosion. When it came, I almost jumped because the first shot came out of the tip of his penis so suddenly and forcefully that it hit me in the face as I looked down on his cock. Probably because he had already cum once, that first shot was the only one of force and the next few shots after that did come out hard enough to leave his cock and land on his belly, but the last ones really only dribbled out of his cock and ran down over my hand and his shaft. When he used his hand to hold my wrist and stop me from rubbing his cock, I leant forward and began to lick the spots of cum off of his stomach and then moved on to clean his cock up. With that job done, I lay back down beside this wonderful boy and we began to kiss once more as we pulled each other into a close embrace.
"Now I need you to answer a question for me." Scott said when we finally stopped out kiss and rolled just a little away from each other.
"What is that, mate?" I asked.
"I want to know how you manage to get an all over even suntan." Scott enquired.
"Well there are a couple of neighbour friends, two Greek brothers who live over the road from me. We go into the bush behind my house and run around naked. Then there is also the hollow in the meadow behind the bush where we can lie and tan naked without anyone else seeing us." I explained.
Scott was curious and wanted to know if he could come and see the place.
"Only if you get naked and tan with me." I said.
"I'll think about it." He replied.
I hoped that he would agree to do that as I so wanted more opportunity to do things with him and especially things that involved him being naked allowing me to look on his beauty without the interruption of clothing.
Unfortunately our friendship was starting to attract the attention of the homophobic mob at school and so we decided we had better not appear as close at school as we had been. To this end, we agreed to be together in the form room but not to sit next to each other in our other classes which we shared. We also would get together with our own friend groups at the intervals and lunch times and only meet up every so often during these breaks. The other thing we did was to have arguments on the playing field which would develop into a wrestling match that would allow us to talk to each other in whispers as we pretended to be attempting to hold the other down. This also gave us the opportunity to have a few gropes and sometimes we tried to get skin on skin contact by sliding a hand up the leg of the others shorts. To make it easier for Scott I began to free ball and when he discovered this by sliding his hand up and being able to get a good feel, he followed suit an began to go commando as well. Of course this presented more problems for Scott as his shorts were so tight, his boners were easy to see and he had to take a lot of evasive action to prevent them being seen by all and sundry. It was also a bit of problem for me because his leg muscles filled his short legs so much it was a tight squeeze to get my hand up there and have a fondle; but I did achieve it at a number of opportunities. It was also fun to sit together after such a wrestling match and shield our groin areas from view as we waited for our boners to go down. This was of particular difficulty for me because whenever I was near Scott I would get a hard on. Just his close proximity was enough to do it for me.
We would meet up after school as much as possible and when the opportunity came at weekends; if Scott was not playing sport. I would go along on occasion to watch him playing and tried not to show too much concern when he got hurt in a tackle. By keeping up this pattern at school the baying pack of hound's attention got diverted elsewhere and we were left largely alone with no one suspecting that we were having a gay old time. Or at least they did not voice any suspicions to us and boys being what boys are; someone sometime would have said something. And so the year ground away with us getting in a blow job or wank when we could and being content with some time captured over the odd weekend. And I looked forward to my birthday.