Nipping out for milk
Nick just had enough milk for his tea with his evening dinner. Cursing, he would have to go out later on before the local convenience store shut or he would be without his cereal and coffee the following morning.
He knew it was a horrible night and kept putting it off till a fancy for a hot drink after watching the news finally made him leave the television. Making a quick round of the kitchen cupboards, he made a mental note of a few other things that were running low.
A shiver ran down his back as he donned an overcoat and turned up the collar, he knew what it would be like outside before he stepped over the threshold. Damp, cold and a constant drizzle to soak everything. It had been the same for the last few days, overcast and dull. Tonight the news said it was all about to change, it would be getting windy and the rain would set in. Oh to be in sunny Spain instead of this miserable place.
Hands stuffed deep into pockets, he walked down the street and then down a flight of steps to the subway beneath the railway. He didn't like this at the best of times, not the kind of place you would like to meet a group of adolescents. However tonight it was eerily quiet and his footsteps echoed through the tunnel.
Then he was out and back into the misty rain. Suddenly a figure ran out from beneath a tree on the embankment and fell in step alongside.
"Aye ya mister, got a cigarette?" The voice paused for a microsecond before saying cigarette, but that was lost at this moment on Nick.
"Sorry mate, I don't smoke," he answered quickly.
He quickened his pace and the figure dropped back. After a few more steps he turned to look behind to see the youth climb back up the embankment and under the shelter of the tree.
What a night to be hanging around cadging smokes, he thought.
Ten minutes later and he was in the store, only a short time before closing. He was lucky there was anywhere close by that stayed open so late, most people would be already thinking about bed if not already asleep.
Running through his mental list he added a few more things as his eyes hunted the shelves, until there was enough to fill a plastic bag.
He smiled to himself, thinking of the nice cup of coffee he would be able to have when he got home, a just reward for going out on such a night. As one avenue turned into another, the rain began its first spots and he felt the new breeze blow them into his face.
A while later and he turned down the footpath to the subway. He looked ahead and it appeared as if he was the only soul around. Then just before the subway entrance, the youth in the shadows ran down the embankment once more.
"Got a cigarette mate?" he asked standing under the light.
He was walking towards him and it was obvious his clothes were wet through. He had a tracksuit jacket and pants and they were clinging to his legs.
"You asked me already when I was going the other way."
"Oh, sorry mate, I didn't notice you were the same bloke."
Surprisingly his voice was really apologetic, not what he expected. He looked at the face in the hood, and it was young and soft. He didn't look like a hard case hoodlum.
"If you really want one so bad, I think I have a packet a friend left back in my flat."
"Where do you live?"
"Down at the end of Springwood Avenue at the other side of the subway. Where do you live?"
"Me? Up on Buckton Road. Number 43", he added after a pause.
"That's not far away, why are you not at home instead of standing around this godforsaken place getting soaked to the skin?"
"I can't go home," his voice almost cracked. "My dad, I mean my stepdad, chucked me out. Told me not to come back again."
"What you been up to?" he asked, wondering if the youth had a problem.
"Nothing, just me and our kid argued over the TV channel and he said right, enough, I'm sick of hearing all this crap. I warned you before, you're old enough to take care of yourself so get out now."
"I mean, me and our kid get on fine, it were just a bit of joshing over the channel, nothing serious."
His voice was breaking now, finding it hard to explain.
"How about your mom, what did she have to say about it?"
"She works nights, I won't be able to talk to her till tomorrow, ask my boss if he will let me have a couple of hours off and go and see her. But I know my dad, he's been saying for ages I better be thinking about moving out. Anyway, I would if I could afford me own place, you know what I mean?"
"So you're out here, what are you planning to do? It's late already!"
"I don't know, I was thinking when it was quiet to try and sleep in the subway."
"It's cold and you are wet through, you'll catch pneumonia if you try that stunt."
Nick was not much of a charity giver, but he couldn't leave this lad out on a night like this. His brain began to work overtime.
"How old are you?"
"Nineteen, twenty in two weeks, why?"
"You look younger. Have you a job?"
"Of course, I work at that big supermarket unloading the delivery trucks."
"Not a shelf stacker then?"
"No, not one of them, we get a bit more money for our job. But not much like."
So, Nick thought, he was older than he appeared and had a job. Certainly, he didn't appear to be a mugger or thief. And he had given his address too, so he might be an innocent youth with a major problem he couldn't sort at this time of night. He looked okay.
"If you want, you can come back to my place for the night. Get you out of this rain. And you can have those cigarettes if you want."
"Oh, thanks" he gushed enthusiastically. "But actually, I don't smoke. I just said that so I could start talking with someone. I've been out here for hours and I think I've only seen three people walk by."
"Does that include two of me, each direction?" smiled Nick.
"Yeah, I think it does."
Nick started walking into the subway.
"Hang on a sec, got to get me stuff" he explained as he scrambled back up the slope to retrieve a small bag.
"I'm Nick by the way, what do I call you?"
"Oh, I'm Alan, pleased to meet you!"
His tone had changed completely, now brighter and he smiled often.
They walked on, all the time the spots of rain becoming more frequent and the wind beginning to rustle the trees.
"Just in time," he said unlocking his door, "well for me anyway, you are already pissed wet through."
In the light of the lounge, Nick was nicely surprised to see Alan was a good looking young man, better than he had appeared before."
From the kitchen, he saw Alan about to sit down.
"Hang on," he shouted urgently. "You've been sitting in the mud, your pants are plastered in it and it'll be going on my sofa"
Alan jumped, embarrassed at not knowing.
Nick went back in and put an arm on his shoulder. "See you are wet though, the best thing would be for you to have a long hot shower, change out of those clothes into something dry."
"Oh great" he answered relieved. "I'd love one, really"
Nick showed him to the bathroom and how to switch it on and went back to the kitchen. He made tea for them both and put some biscuits on a plate.
"Oh shit," Alan shouted.
Nick went back in to see what the matter was. Alan looked up from his bag as if he was going to cry.
"I asked our kid to put some of my clothes in my bag and throw it from the upstairs window. He did, but he's just picked up all the dirty stuff off the floor and put them in here. The idiot, he should have put my clothes in out of the dressing table. Now I've nothing clean to put on, nothing for work tomorrow."
He looked down to the floor at where he had emptied his bag unable to think.
"I'll kill him when I see him," he swore.
"Don't worry, he was probably just panicking with you being kicked out, not thinking too much. I'll tell you what we can do. It's not long before we will be sleeping so let me have all your stuff and I will put it in my washing machine and then over the radiators to dry. By morning you will have a clean set. You can even iron some if you need to."
"Would you?" he sounded amazed.
"Of course, it's easy enough, not like I'd be hand washing them for hours on end," he laughed.
Alan gathered his clothes together and stood up. Now for the first time, Nick looked at him naked fresh from the shower with a hand towel around his waist. There were bath towels in there but he had chosen a small hand towel that barely reached lower than his crotch. He followed Nick into the kitchen and loaded the machine.
"Now, take your cup of tea and these biscuits into the lounge and have a sit-down."
Nick did a quick clean around the kitchen and took his own tea in. As he entered suddenly he almost dropped his cup. Across the room sipping away was Alan, legs open and his cock clearly in view.
But that was not the only reason. Alan was slim, somewhere around five foot five. Yet what he had between his legs was ridiculously long, even if not thick. Nick thought perhaps it was the hot shower and relaxing that allowed it to be so big. Obviously, he was not hard but that just brought up the question what would it be like when he was.
As they sat talking Alan changed his position a few times, but the open view remained. Nick's mind began to turn somersaults.
"So, ready for sleeping?"
"Yeah, I'm knackered really."
"Well I only have one bed, so if you are shy at sharing I'm afraid it's the chair you've been sitting on or the floor."
"No. I'm right. Doesn't bother me to share if that's okay with you."
In the bedroom, Nick began undressing while Alan looked at some of his pictures around the room.
"Sorry, but I always sleep naked," he laughed as he pulled back the sheets.
"That's okay, me too."
Alan removed his towel and not being shy, took a few moments to fold and put it on the back of the chair before moving to the bed and sliding in.
He shivered. "I was really scared thinking of sleeping outside, I really was."
He pushed close to Nick so they were touching. Nick pushed his foot under Alan's.
"Feet cold?"
"No," he giggled, but then hooked his leg over Nick's to get closer.
"Can I say something personal?"
"Sure, fire away."
Nick thought again whether to go ahead. But he had a buzz going inside that was goading him on.
"I hope you don't mind me saying, but I see you have an enormous dick there. I mean for your size and age," he added quickly.
He bit his lip hoping he had not upset him as a silence seemed to hang in the air.
Alan began laughing, then pushed down the covers to show off his tackle.
"You know, when I was at school everyone wanted to see my dick. I was the biggest in school, well till the last year when this kid joined and he was really massive, like two coke cans on top of each other. Even the sports master used to stare at him in the showers. Took the heat off me after that."
He was pulling and stretching it as he spoke; holding it out so Nick could have a good look.
"You always find one bigger sooner or later."
"Anyway, you've got a big one as well," as he pushed the covers further down and exposed Nick.
When Nick had undressed, he made sure he wasn't exhibiting himself and Alan had appeared engrossed in looking at some photo when he was fully naked, yet somehow he had had enough time to check him out.
"I do have a few years on you, you know. And I reckon you have another growth spurt to come yet before you are twenty-one. If you thicken out, you are going to have to watch where you put it."
Alan was laughing, really amused.
"I'd love to see it standing, you know, at full mast."
As Alan was not having any luck, Nick reached over and he quickly withdrew his hand to let him.
"Nerves? Someone else's touch should do it."
In fact, it was Nick who had the nerves. At the back of his mind was the idea of picking up a youth, taking him to bed and having sex. He could just imagine how it would look in a newspaper should something bad happen.
At first instance, it began to fill out but not hard. It was obvious Alan was having some issues despite his outward carefree attitude. Soon it looked like he might be getting bored.
"Tell you what, just close your eyes and think of something really good."
Alan considered it first, then grinned and did as suggested.
"Keep them closed, don't look."
Nick watched his face for a few moments to make sure he did not know what was going to come next, then bent lower and took the head of his dick into his mouth.
For what seemed an age but really could only have been moments, there was silence. Then suddenly Alan sucked a deep breath through his teeth.
"Shit!"
Nick broke off. "Problem?"
"Problem? No, it's amazing!"
Nick turned back to his job and was rewarded by the result.
"Shit, you're big!" he gasped while pulling off for a deep breath.
But at that point, Alan didn't want to hear him talk and thrust back into him, and having taken control continued to hump until all too quickly Nick's mouth was being drenched with cum.
He swallowed as rapidly as he could between surges, enjoying that Alan was intent on trying to get his whole dick deep inside. He was in heaven.
Alan spread-eagled himself, not bothering that Nick continued to fondle the still hard dick.
"Good?"
"Fantastic, I always wondered what it would feel like."
"Your first time?" Nick was surprised, he was nineteen already.
Alan nodded.
"Really, you not had any sex so far?"
"Apart from wanking myself off, that was it. Oh, sometimes wank off with a mate, but that's not real sex is it?"
"Only wanking off with your mate, nothing more?" joked Nick.
"No, only that. Mind he's always on about sucking each other."
"Why didn't you?"
"I don't know," he laughed. "No-one wanted to suck first," he grinned.
Nick was impressed he hadn't gone soft.
"Still have more power?"
"Yes, sure! Are you going to do us again?" His expression was hopeful.
"No problem, but this time I've got to pay attention to those two peaches as well as the obvious."
Alan didn't get the reference but opened his legs wide as Nick moved down the bed and between them. He took the end of his dick into his mouth once more till it became like a rod of steel. Then he let go and moved down slowly, licking and sucking his balls and the top of his legs.
There was no need to ask if he was pleased, he was gasping, writhing and swearing. Nick took a risk and moved under his balls and tongued right up to his pucker. The result was louder gasps and an effort to open his legs as wide as possible. Moving his tongue slowly back to his balls, the tip of his finger remained to gently feather his pucker.
"I'm cumming," he spluttered.
Nick moved higher taking the dick back into his mouth as his finger continued to circle his hole. Alan was bucking up and down off the bed, striving to bury himself down's Nick's throat and torture himself with pleasure on Nick's finger.
Noisily he came again, thrusting through an explosive eruption.
"Now, I think you enjoyed that," he said pushing himself back up the bed. But he was tired and his jaw was aching from overwork.
Slowly Alan pushed himself up on one elbow and shook his head to break the daze.
"Unbelievable. I never thought anything could feel that good. Amazing!"
Nick was pleased, after the apprehension about what he had been doing.
"How about you?" Making him jump as he took hold of his dick. "Big dick, massive balls! Wish mine was as big as that!"
In contrast with Alan, Nick's ball bag was more than ample, hanging loosely. Alan became mesmerised playing with the loose skin.
He leant in. "Can I?"
Nick nodded and quickly felt his balls being licked. Alan gave a groan and pushed his face into them, letting the sack fall over his face.
"Love your nuts," he murmured.
After a while, he raised his head and looked at Nick.
"Never done it before, but I'll give it a try. Tell us how I'm doing." He startled Nick taking the head of his dick into his mouth.
Nick was bracing himself for a beginner's teeth rasps, but they never materialised. First off and Alan was perfect and he let him know.
He reached across to play with Alan's dick, balls and then feeling himself get a buzz from the sucking, began playing with his ass. Alan obliged, raising one knee so he could reach easier. He also noticed playing with his ass made him suck harder. Sooner or later he was going to fuck him, or at least try.
He came and Alan drank it all down.
"Did I do alright?" he asked cheerfully. "Bet I'm not as good as you though, you were amazing."
"You were brilliant, got yourself a part-time job whenever you want. Soon enough you will be as good as me or even better, you have real style!"
Alan was pleased and flopped back to lie down.
"Phew, I'm knackered."
"You want to sleep?"
"I think we better or I will never get out of bed in the morning."
"Now that could be a good thing," joked Nick. "The washing machine has finished so I will go and put your stuff on the radiators to dry."
"Thanks. You really look after me!" he laughed "You're like my mom."
Nick went into the kitchen and took out the clothes from the washer. He carefully put his shirt and tee shirts over the panel so they didn't have any creases. There was four pairs of underwear, three bikini briefs that hardly had room for all that flesh, which he reckoned Alan had bought himself and one which only his mother could have chosen. He laughed to himself remembering his own mother's awful choices in underwear. Still, he carefully laid them out wondering to himself if he would ever do this little chore again. Tomorrow he would speak to his mom and she would sort it all out. He would never have him here again and would look back on tonight as if it had all been a dream.
He went back to the bedroom and Alan was curled up asleep. Quietly he slid in beside him, lay on his back and slowly ran through everything that had happened from when he decided to nip out and get some milk.