The Ballad of the Boys -- Part Five
Monday, on the way to school -- back under the bridge again.
"Fuck wasn't Bradley hot!" Carl is grinding his groin up against my leg, I can feel his dick hard as rock. "Can't wait to go visit him again."
"What about me?"
Carl pauses, pulling his body away from me slightly. "Well ... you're ... but that was hot!"
I frown and step back a bit, "But I love you." I know it sounds whiney and pathetic, but I can't help myself.
"Hey, you were the one that said you wanted him when we were in the pool. You practically trampled me in the rush to grab his dick when he pulled his pants down. What about you?"
Now I feel guilty and pathetic. "But I wouldn't do anything without you, not if you weren't there."
We hug then carry on biking to school. I'm ... I don't know. I don't feel right. We just felt so right together and now he's talking about someone else like he wants him more than he wants me. And my guilt about being just as lustful isn't helping. I want Carl. I love him. But?
I don't call by his place on the way to school Tuesday. I rationalise it to myself -- `I need time to think'. It's morning break and I'm hanging with my friends. A little way away watching us, me, I can see Carl standing - by himself. I excuse myself, "Gotta piss," and head off round the corner. I can hear Carl running.
"Hey!"
I stop, looking at the ground.
"Babe ..."
"Shhhh! Someone will hear you," I start walking again, pissed. Carl isn't following. I turn round and he's standing there crying, "Quick, come in here," I duck into the toilets. Thank god no one else is in here. Carl comes in and stops just through the door, looking at the floor.
"I'm sorry. It's just ... I love you!"
"I love you too," my heart is melting. If I'm not careful I'm going to cry too. Carl steps towards me, I back away. "What if someone comes in," I hiss.
"Oh ... yeh. Why didn't you come round this morning?"
"I don't know. I'm confused. I know I was the one who said I wanted him, but I didn't expect you to want to rush back there so quickly. I don't know what I want ... but I ... I love you."
Carl's smiling now, I feel better seeing him smile and it makes me smile too. I still feel kind of sad inside. "I love you too. I wont love any one else, just you. But he was hot. We were hot, all of us together. You enjoyed it too, didn't you?"
"God yes, makes me horny thinking about it. I jerked off before I came to school thinking about it."
Carl rubs his groin and licks his lips. I adjust my stiff dick in my pants.
"Oh babe," I turn and head into one of the stalls.
Carl follows and I push him roughly up against the wall of the stall and hungrily kiss him. I reach down and rub the front of his shorts. I don't know what his mum does to his washing but the cotton of his school uniform almost feels starched and as stiff as his cock encased within. The bell, bugger, back to class.
"Let's cut soccer practice after school. My mum goes to a quilt making class, so we'll have the house to ourselves."
Carl grins at me and grabs my stiff dick, "Can't wait."
My heart soars. The day goes more quickly now. I still find other guys attractive, sexy, but there's only one for me -- Carl. We meet up along the road from school and cycle back to my house.
We suck each other of hurriedly. I don't know when Mum's class finishes so we head back out on our bikes. There's a tension between us still. I want it to be the way it was before. But how? I still think what we did with Bradley was hot and I wouldn't mind doing it again. But what does that mean?
We end up in a sports store in the mall, looking at the soccer gear. And the lycra bike gear. And the speedos. We collect up bits and pieces and head to the dressing rooms. Fuck he looks great. Carl has on a white soccer shirt and a pair of black bike shorts. They shimmy and shine as he twists round for me. His dick looks obscenely huge poking up inside the bike shorts.
"Hey Ben."
It's Brian!
"What are you doing here?"
"It's my Dad's shop." Brian stops and looks Carl up and down. "Mmmm, that looks good. ... Ahmm, I mean ... I hadn't thought of wearing a soccer shirt with bike shorts before." He's blushing. I look down and notice the tent in his shorts. Smiling I notice Carl is looking there too. "I gotta go." And just as suddenly as he appeared, Brian goes.
Carl and I let out a quiet giggle and collapse against each other. My lips find his and we embrace and grind into each other as our tongues duel. I remember Brian and the sexy briefs he used to wear when I watched him change for soccer practice last year. Wonder if he would ... no, I don't need the grief.
We pull the curtain to the cubicle closed. I drop to my knees and pull the waistband of the bike shorts down. Pushing my head up under the soccer shirt I slurp around the head of Carl's dick and then begin sucking on it in earnest. Carl puts his hands on my head and starts bucking his hips in time with my trips down his pole. I reach round and knead his lycra clad buns, running my fingers over the smooth shiny material and exploring the cleft that leads to the prize.
Carl begins to moan and a moment later shoots a small amount into my mouth. I stand back up and kiss him again. Shit, there's someone else coming into the change area.
"Guys. You still in here?" It's Brian again. "What are you doing after school tomorrow?"
I look at Carl and he shrugs. "Ah, nothing. Why?"
"Why don't you come round to my place?"
"Okay." Brian tells us the address and goes again, he hasn't even looked behind the curtain at us, whew!
Carl changes back into his school uniform and we go grab a burger.
Wednesday is a better day. Carl is waiting outside his house for me and his grin when I appear round the corner is bright enough to light up an entire city. Under the bridge and Carl is on his knees licking at my dick.
"What do you think of Brian? ... I mean, why do you think he invited us round to his place?"
"Who knows?" Carl says before sliding his lips around my pole and slowly slurping it down his throat. I want to talk about the tent in Brian's shorts and the sexy underwear he always wore. But then again I don't want to upset Carl. Love, lust, sex; sex, lust, love? I shudder and moan and cum. Carl zips me up and stands, we kiss and then get back on our bikes and head off to school.
Shit, Brian's place is huge! Carl and I bike over together. Brian answers the door wearing some bright red high cut speedos. "Oh yeh, I forgot you guys were coming over. I was just going to have a swim. Come on through." He leads us through the house towards the back where they have an internal swimming pool, it must be twenty or thirty feet!
"We haven't brought our cozzies."
"Oh yeh, come through here."
Off to the side of the pool is a change area with a shower and toilet and heaps of towels all folded. Brian pulls open a drawer. "We've got heaps of spare cozzies, choose which ones you want and come and join me." He heads out of the room and I hear a splash as he dives in and starts swimming across the pool.
"These are all speedos," Carl says holding up several pairs, "Hey look." It's a thong, dark black. I pull my shorts down and grab it from him, but before I've got it half way up my legs my dick is sticking out and wont fit in. Carl laughs at me as I try to push it down. I twirl for him and he grabs my bare butt cheeks sticking a finger into my crack, which just makes my dick harder still.
"They're a bit small," Carl says peering at the labels, "They're all for eleven and twelve year olds." Carl chooses a pair of red and blue checked speedos, I pull off the thong and find a pair of black ones with SPEEDO in big yellow writing across the butt. They're a tight fit and show our packages off. I cup Carl's in my hand and kiss him.
"Hurry up guys, what are you doing? Trying them all on?" Brian yells from the pool. We run out and bomb him. We horse around for a while then Brian suggests a game of snooker -- they have a "big" table. We get out of the pool and dry ourselves, then Brian drops his towel and starts walking off, "Follow me."
Carl wraps his towel round his waist and starts following, I reach out and grab his towel and pull it off him and throw it over by Brian's towel. "You're not going to hide that from me," I whisper in his ear as I grope his bum.
"Wonder if he'd notice if we kept them?" Carl smiles and palms my basket.
We head through and Brian is bent over the snooker table lining up to break. Carl and I grab cues off the rack to the side and Carl walks over the where the cue ball has come to rest. He stands slightly bent holding the cue down by his waist.
"Nah. That's not how you do it!" Brian moves round the table and stands beside Carl. "You bend over more, so that you can reach out with your left hand further, then you can aim the cue properly like it's a gun." He demonstrates and I move round to get a better view of his butt and the tantalising mound of his basket that is visible as he stands with his legs apart. Carl starts to bend but he still doesn't look right. Brian stands up and looks him over, "No. You need to move your legs apart so you can lean over the cue properly." He reaches down and puts his hand between Carl's legs and pulls them apart.
Carl is utterly unnerved by this and completely misses any reds. Brian walks round and brings the cue ball back, "You can shoot again." Carl starts to bend over and Brian walks up behind him and leans over him, "Yeh, that's right. Hand out, make a little vee with your thumb and finger. Lean down lower so that your head is right over the cue and you can see where it is pointing." Brian pushes his chest down on Carls back and almost looks like he is snuggling his package into Carls butt. He takes hold of the back of the cue and moves it slightly. "See that's better. Now just hit it gently."
Carl shoots and the red ball just stops short of the pocket. "Thanks," says Carl, "Can you help me with my next shot."
"Sure," Brian smiles, "Ben -- your turn."
I pocket the red and make a lousy attempt on the pink. Brian pockets a red, the pink that I left in too good a position to ignore, and then another red before fluffing it on the black. Carl moves round to the cue ball and starts to bend over. Brian moves around behind him and bends over him, he uses his foot to tap Carl's ankle so that Carl moves his legs further apart again. This time both Carl and Brian's hips do a little wiggle, crotch to bum. I can feel my dick starting to swell inside the tight confines of my speedo. Carl shoots and a red bounces back out of a pocket. "Not so hard next time."
I'm bent over lining up my turn when I feel something hard poke my bum through my speedos. Without even thinking I push my butt back slightly, it's the handle of a pool cue and it pushes more firmly into me. A giggle and I turn round and Brian is holding his cue up against my butt, "Put you off?" He laughs and lets the cue fall back down.
"Nah, only if it was the real thing."
"We're playing snooker, not pocket billiards!" Brian laughs at his own joke and I can see Carl trying to surreptitiously move his swollen dick into a more comfortable position.
"Brian!"
Shit, it's his mum! I didn't think anyone else was home. She comes through the door. "Oh, I didn't know you had friends here. You have to go get ready, it's your Dad's staff do tonight. You boys can change and let your selves out." She nods and turns and leaves.
"Sorry guys, leave the table how it is and we'll carry on tomorrow. If you can?"
"Yeh, sure." Carl and I nod our agreement. Brian heads off and we go back through to the pool area. Carl doesn't notice me grab the black thong as we change and head off.
"He's sexy, and I'm sure he wants to ... you know," Carl says as we bike home.
"Yeh, but I didn't want to upset you by saying anything."
"Oh, yeh. But just `cos I think he's sexy doesn't mean I don't love you."
"Okay, shall we see if he wants to go further tomorrow?"
Carl smiles and we turn off our separate ways