The usual disclaimers apply; sorry, if you're not 18, you'll have to wait! For those who do read further, this is fantasy (with a tiny bit of reality early on in the series), and is the original work of the author, who holds the copyright. You're welcome to share with a friend, and I'd appreciate any thoughts/comments. It would be good to hear from you (thanks to those who have written), but in the meantime, enjoy!
NICE 5
The journey to Loch Lomond took quite a while due to Friday evening traffic, but Adam didn't mind, sitting as he was in Sarah's parents' Mercedes R Class - really, a very pleasant way to travel, and a further indication, if one were needed, that Sarah's folks were loaded. Sarah and Adam passed the time in idle chat - at least, Sarah was extremely good at the chat "My God! Does she ever stop?" thought Adam to himself. Most of the time the topic was Sarah, who she liked, what she wanted to do next day, gossip involving school friends . "So, what time are you going to visit your aunt tomorrow, then?" interrupted Adam.
"Well, we're planning to leave around two o'clock, so that gives us the whole morning together! Won't it be great!"
In Sarah's opinion that statement was fact, and not a question, but Adam wasn't quite so sure - "Yeah - great!!"
Around 8 p.m. they drove into an exclusive development of loch-side chalets - but these were definitely holiday homes for the seriously rich. Each was set in its own secluded area, sufficiently distanced from other chalets to afford complete privacy. And as for the interior - wow! Stunning Scandinavian design, with acres of space, state of the art kitchen, and each bedroom having its own shower and toilet - "Adam - hang on in there boy - you've landed lucky!" Adam's room was conceived as a family room, with a double bed and sofa, plus a large side room, separated by two louvered doors. Ideally for Adam, this contained a worktable, and also had Internet access - Sarah had been right in suggesting that Adam bring his laptop. He'd have his English assignment finished in no time.
After a light supper, Sarah and Adam went for a walk to explore the fantastic setting. Thankfully Sarah had managed to get her mouth under control - in fact, she said very little as they strolled through the trees, her left hand in Adam's right. Adam couldn't really think of much to say so, finding the silence a little awkward, he asked Sarah, "Penny for them".
"What? Oh! My thoughts. Well, I was wondering if you were planning to . visit me . later". Adam, despite being almost 18 years old, had never had a serious girlfriend before, and if he understood Sarah correctly, it was an area that was completely new to him. "I'm sure you know what I mean, Adam, hmm?" While the idea certainly had its appeal, there was no way he was going to risk any nocturnal visits with Sarah's parents in the same house. Just to make absolutely sure that Adam got the message, she continued "Don't you have certain . needs?" Adam was glad that the light was fading, as it saved his embarrassment being all too obvious.
"Come on," and Sarah pulled Adam towards a clump of trees. Moving to an area obscured from the path, Sarah pushed Adam against the tree and grabbed his head before planting her lips firmly against his. ! Although Adam been going out with Sarah for only a few weeks, this forward attitude was something he'd never seen before. Sarah was clearly no novice when it came to entertaining her boyfriends, and her hands were quick to find their way under Adam's T-shirt and up to his chest. Adam was experiencing somewhat mixed emotions; the blood was certainly rushing to his groin, but hadn't completely deserted his brain, which was trying to come to terms with the sensory shock of Sarah's full-scale assault. However, that was as nothing compared to the shock of feeling Sarah's hand confidently lowering his zip, then deftly slipping her hand inside his trousers and giving him a good grope.
Adam pulled his mouth away: "Sarah!"
"Quiet! - you'll attract attention."
"For goodness' sake - what d'you think you're doing!?"
"Isn't it obvious?" Sarah tried to slip her hand under the edge of Adam's briefs, her fingertips making brief contact with his balls. Under different circumstances, Adam might well have enjoyed a vigorous fondle, but he managed to pull Sarah's hand away from his hardening dick; "Oh, Adam - just when things were getting interesting. I didn't think you were such a prude.
"I'm going back to the chalet!"
"Adam! Don't be such a prick; I thought you'd like it!"
"Well, you thought wrong. Keep it for your other boyfriends".
"Perhaps you'd prefer it if it was YOUR boyfriend's hand!"
Adam responded in a fury, "What did you say? What the fuck do you mean?" Sarah, astonished at Adam's violent reaction was, for once, at a loss for words. "Well! What d'you mean?"
"I'm sorry, Adam".
"Sorry! - it's a bit fuckin' late for that! You've never liked Greg, have you!? And to say what you just said.." Adam's mind was racing, and the words just didn't come. To say that a raw nerve had been touched was putting it mildly, and anyone who had know Adam would have been astonished at the ferocity of his tirade. Turning on his heels he strode back to the path and towards the chalet.
"Adam, Adam - wait!"
But there was no stopping him. He hadn't even thought how he would explain things to Sarah's parents "Oh fuck, fuck, fuck! Why the fuck did I come here!"
Adam found himself outside the chalet, and could see Sarah's mum and dad sitting in the living area. His breathing was beginning to slow a little, and his heart wasn't pounding quite as much.
"Adam - please - wait. Let me explain".
"There's nothing to explain, Sarah. You said what you said, and it can't be un-said. End of the matter."
"Please listen, Adam. I'm really sorry. What I said was spiteful and wrong. I just get frustrated when I have to take second place to Greg. I know he's your best friend, and I'll have to try and accept that, but I think of you as MY best friend, and I hope you might think of me in the same way. Can't you maybe try to see things from my side? Adam?" Adam's thoughts were still in turmoil and the last thing he wanted to do was say something he'd regret later. Time stopped. "Adam, I want us to have a lovely weekend. Please? I'm really sorry; you have to believe me."
Adam continued his silence, not out of any desire to pressurise Sarah, but to avoid any further unpleasantness. Actually he had no idea of what he could say to Sarah - he needed time to think. "OK. I'll say nothing to your folks, and I'll try to put it out of my mind. I accept your apology but, to be honest, I don't know how I'm going to feel in the morning. We'll go in together and I'll say I want to get some of my assignment done, so we don't have to sit in awkward silence. Are you OK with that?" Sarah nodded quietly. "OK, let's go".
The two walked in and managed to offer convincing responses to the inevitable "Did you have a nice walk?" question. After a few minutes Adam asked to be excused, saying he would like to get some of his work done before bedtime, which would then allow him more time in the morning. He headed for his bedroom, glad to be on his own. He wasn't at all sure where things would go from their present sorry state, but he was fairly certain that Sarah would no longer be part of any plans. And thinking how he'd deliberately avoided Greg earlier in the day wasn't helping matters either.
Adam's mind was filled with memories and thoughts, not only of today, but of recent days - 'Greg: how could I have been so neglectful of my best friend? And then there was the incident in the cubicle - is Greg gay? Am I gay? And what about Sarah - did I completely misjudge her? Why did I stop her? Do I want to have sex with her? And why did I react so strongly when she mentioned Greg? Oh shit! What a fucking mess.' He tried to make some sense of things, but just couldn't get his head round the problem. Realising that there was nothing he could do to change the situation, Adam decided to try and get some of his assignment completed. He walked the few steps to the table, powered up his laptop, and attempted to focus on the task. Predictably he found it impossible to make any progress as his mind wouldn't allow him to shut out the confused thoughts that were racing around inside his head. He stared blankly at the screen. Almost against his wishes he found himself bringing up the Google search page; he felt unable to resist typing in the 3 letters that had loomed large in his mental torment.
Adam stared at the search box as g - a - y appeared. He hit the Return key and was soon confronted by the first page of results - showing the first 10 from over 350 million. A soft "shit" escaped form Adam's mouth and he licked his dry lips as he began to scroll through the list of websites. One immediately jumped out - "Being Gay is Okay" - a site for young people who were questioning their sexuality. Adam clicked on the link, and was astonished to learn that many others were experiencing problems so similar to his own. There was even a letter from someone called Greg, but Adam was sure it wasn't the Greg he knew. Ever more fascinated, Adam explored some of the other offerings: gay youth; gay slang; am I gay? ; gay stories. As he read some of the information on offer he was coming to the conclusion, slowly but surely, that he was, if not gay, at least bisexual. Adam typed "Gay pictures" into the Google search box - "Only 21 million!" It was like a child being let loose in the biggest sweet shop in the world - every link took him to new delights. Adam became aware of a growing sense of discomfort as his cock fought to escape from the confines of his briefs. Adam allowed his left hand to rub the bulge at the front of his jeans, his eyes enjoying the visual feast on offer. There were amazing pictures - Adam found himself disgusted and excited in equal measure - of guys showing off their hard cocks; guys offering views of their stretched ass-holes; guys jerking themselves off and shooting off their hot load; guys sucking other guy's cocks; even guys drinking other guy's cum. Adam's self-grope grew more vigorous, and his right hand lowered his zip, allowing the white bulge to protrude through the opening. And then he saw a picture that shocked and thrilled in equal measure - "It's Greg!!"
Adam stared in disbelief at the blond stud that looked out at him from the screen. Leaning forward he took in every tiny detail - and some that weren't quite so tiny - spotting the leather necklace, with a silver pendant. Greg, he knew, never wore any jewellery, but in all other respects it could have been his best friend - the same dirty blond hair, the same handsome face - and the same gorgeous ass! Adam undid his belt, slipping jeans and briefs down his legs in a single, swift movement. Lifting his right hand to his mouth, he gave his palm a thorough licking before allowing it to return to his foreskin, enjoying the sensations as it slipped easily, up and down over his knob. Occasional spasms of delight, accompanied by small, intense gasps, became more frequent, and his right hand started to jerk his cock in a wild, uncontrollable outburst of sexual energy.
Adam's left hand rolled his nuts, then squeezed his complete ball sack before vigorously rubbing the area between there and his ass-hole. His practised hands were taking him on a familiar journey towards his third orgasm of the day. The pace never faltered for one second as Adam found himself being drawn towards the erotic images on the screen, becoming part of them. He was there - he was the photographer. He - Adam - had the enviable task of encouraging the Greg look-alike to take up ever more revealing and raunchy poses. He could tell him to hook his briefs under his balls; to spread his ass-cheeks; to lick his finger, then slide it up his ass; to slip in a second finger; to open his hole; TO SHOOT HIS LOAD!!! . The thoughts were shockingly hardcore, surprising Adam in their explicitness, but driven by lust, and the images on the screen, he allowed them to reach full fruition.
Now well and truly headed for the finishing line, Adam's spasms took over his body, his breathing heavier, louder and interspersed with guttural grunts and expletives, "Ohh, unghhh, shit, yessss, fuck, ohhhhhhhhhh, Greg, oh yeah, oh yeah, Greg, Greg". All the sexual tension of the day shot out of Adam's engorged dick. Several powerful spurts of hot teenage cum fired into the air, some landing on the floor, some on his legs, and some coating his hand. Adam's wanking gradually slowed and he milked the last few drops of cum from his softening cock. He was enjoying the diminishing pleasure-jolts, gently and slowly sliding his hand up and down his prick, experiencing that unique pleasure-pain tingle that comes just after orgasm. It was a fantastic feeling - sexual satisfaction, and a sense of having reached a conclusion, in more than one way.
He wasn't sure how long he sat, gently massaging his cock, but he happened to glance at his watch - "Shit - half-past two! Better get cleaned up and get some sleep." He shut down the laptop, and stood up to remove his briefs, using them to wipe up the pools of cum, not forgetting the check the floor. Deciding it was better not to shower until morning - he didn't want to waken anyone at this hour - a naked Adam crossed to the bed, pulled back the covers, and slipped under them before switching off the bedside lamp.
"Now, if Greg had been here - that would have been REALLY nice".
End of Chapter 5