Too Cool for School

The usual disclaimers apply: don't read if you are prohibited by location, are under legal age, or if you are likely to be offended by explicit descriptions of gay sex. The story is pure fiction and is not based on any actual events.

This is a completely imaginary story and features Calvin Goldspink from the group SClub. The story is in no way intended to reflect or imply anything about the personality or the sexuality of Calvin or of any other real life person. The story will be complete in four chapters.

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Calvin - Too Cool For School ----------------------------

Part 3 of 4

It was Friday morning and Calvin sat in registration with a contented smile on his face, only half listening to Mrs. Taylor making an extended announcement concerning some play or other that the school's drama club were due to perform on Saturday evening. The drama club was Mrs. Taylor's special interest and she never missed a chance to get in a plug whenever there was anything coming up. Calvin and the rest of the class had heard it all before on a regular basis and the boy let his thought turn to more interesting things.

One of the things that surprised Calvin was how he felt about Rob's interference with the bullying situation. Part of his him wanted to be annoyed with the older boy for sticking his nose in without even asking. But however much he searched for it, that annoyance just wasn't there. Instead all he felt was a sort of cosy feeling that someone cared enough to look out for him. The other thing he couldn't get out of his mind was how nice it had felt having Rob massage his chest the previous evening. Calvin wasn't by nature a particularly tactile person, but it was as if the slow, gentle massage had awakened something within him. The pleasant sensation was something he would like to experience again, soon.

"What's the matter with you this morning?" whispered Dan Murphy, sitting at the desk next to Calvin's. "That's two days in a row you've started the day with a smile on your face."

"Aren't I allowed to be happy?" Calvin replied.

"Yeah, but don't get too used to it. There's no chance that it can last, not in this place."

Calvin found himself looking at Dan's face. They'd known each other for years and been close friends for most of that time, but Calvin couldn't remember that last time he'd really looked at his friend properly. Dan had medium length brown, wavy hair above a pale face with a few small freckles on the bridge of his nose. His brown eyes with their long lashes peered out through the glasses that he had worn since he was very small. He had a slight build for his age and his small, slightly pointed nose and high cheekbones gave him a sort of pixie-like appearance.

"Why are you staring at me like that?" Dan asked, squirming self-consciously.

"You're pretty good looking behind those glasses," Calvin observed.

Dan frowned and shook his head. "You know, sometimes I really wonder about you."

"Calvin, Dan, have you been listening to me?" Mrs. Taylor's voice boomed from the front of the room. "I take it we can count on both of you to come and show your support to our drama group tomorrow night?" She paused for a second but not quite long enough for either boy to reply. "Good, I'll look forward to seeing you there."

The morning followed its usual and completely unexciting course and lunchtime finally arrived. Calvin sat down with his tray at a table in the school canteen and a moment later Dan joined him.

"You won't believe what I've just heard," Dan whispered, leaning closer to his friend and looking around as if checking that no one else was listening. "The girls behind me in the queue were talking about Rob Dixon, that prefect who is giving you the help with your work. They say he's admitted that he's gay."

"Yeah, I know," Calvin replied, matter-of-factly. "He told me last night."

"You knew?"

"Yeah, I don't see that it's such a big deal." Calvin turned his attention to his sandwiches and started pulling off the cellophane wrapping.

"Doesn't it bother you?"

"Why should it? Rob's really nice, I like him. He hasn't actually admitted it, but I'm sure it was Rob who thumped Tom," said Calvin, giving a grin.

"You're kidding?" A spark of admiration had appeared in Dan's eyes. Gay or straight, anyone who thumped Tom Mallory was worthy of respect.

"I haven't had any trouble with Tom and his gang since Wednesday. It's ages since they went as long as that without bothering me, so it looks like Rob has got them off my back."

"Must be great having someone to look after you like that," said Dan.

Calvin took a moment to savour the cosy feeling he'd felt earlier. "Yeah," he replied. "It is."

By the end of the day Calvin had heard about Rob from several different sources. It was obvious that Rob being gay was the current hot topic; everyone was talking about it. There were several stories going around linking Rob with other boys, including Marcus, the prefect who had helped rescue Calvin from his predicament in the gym.

"That's not true," Calvin informed Dan. "Rob told me he hasn't got a boyfriend. People are making stuff up."

"Of course they are," Dan replied. "I've even heard someone saying things about you and Rob. I shouldn't worry about it though; if you believe all the stories he must have been doing stuff with half the boys in the school. By tomorrow it'll be old news and most people will have forgotten all about it. Come on, let's get home. I'm gonna spend the weekend doing nothing."

The two boys headed out of the school building and set off towards the gates. However before they were even half way there they were intercepted. Tom Mallory stood directly in front of them, a cruel smirk on his bruised face. Several other members of Tom's gang were also there, they too looking strangely pleased with themselves.

"Perfect timing, 'Too Cool For School'," Tom sneered. "I was hoping to bump into your boyfriend, but you'll do just as well."

Calvin's heart was racing. He'd thought his problems with Tom had been over. It now looked like he'd been mistaken. "What do you want, Tom?" he demanded, trying to sound confident and unafraid.

"You can stop shaking in your shoes," said Tom, coldly. "I'm not going to do anything to you. Not today anyway. Dunno about next time though. Next time could be different." He looked around at his friends who were all sniggering as if something funny were going on. He turned back to Calvin. "Today I'm more interested in your boyfriend. You see, I owe him a little something, call it repayment for something he gave me. The first instalment of the repayment is waiting for him in the old caretaker's shed at the side of the tennis courts. I'd get there quick if I were you." He started to laugh and the rest of the gang joined in. They were still laughing as they turned and sauntered away.

"So much for Rob getting him off your back," Dan muttered, darkly. "What do you think he was talking about?"

"I don't know, but I'm going to have a look." Calvin set off at a brisk walk in the direction of the tennis courts.

"Hang on a minute." Dan hurried to catch up. "Don't you think you'd be better off finding Rob and letting him go look. Tom did say that it was Rob he was looking for."

"I want to see what it is," said Calvin. "Tom said to hurry. I bet it has something to do with Rob being gay. Tom's probably put graffiti all over the hut or something, it's the sort of thing he'd do. You get off home if you want, I'll be ok."

"Yeah, sure you will," said Dan. "Not that I would be much help if they decided to come back and try anything. But I'm coming with you anyway."

Calvin grinned at his friend. "Thanks."

"You didn't say anything when Tom kept referring to Rob as your boyfriend," said Dan, panting a little at the pace that Calvin was setting.

"No. Well, there didn't seem much point in denying it since he wouldn't have taken any notice of me anyway."

"I suppose you're right."

A couple of minutes later they were standing at the door of the old shed. Calvin wandered all the way around it, cautiously, but there was nothing out of the ordinary.

"Tom did say to look inside the shed," Dan whispered.

"Yeah, I know." Calvin slowly approached the door and laid his hand on the handle. "You ready?" he whispered back to his friend.

As Dan gave a nervous nod, Calvin turned the handle and pushed the door open.

From inside the shed came a scrambling sound and a whimper. Calvin shot Dan a quick glance then opened the door all the way and stepped inside. What he saw caused him to stop dead in his tracks.

Against the back wall of the shed cowered a young teenage boy. He sat on the floor with his hands tied together and fastened to a nail up above his head. His identity was hidden by what looked to be an old cloth of some description which had been tied around his face. Though his face was about the only thing that wasn't on view. His school shirt hung open exposing a slim, pale chest and stomach on which someone had scrawled comments and doodles with a black marker pen. The boy's trouser and underwear were around his ankles and similar scrawlings were visible on his upper thighs and even his pubic area, with a big arrow pointing down through his sparse pubic hair and ending right at the base of his small penis.

An immediate suspicion about the boy's identity forced itself into Calvin's brain and he hoped and prayed that his guess was wrong.

"Please let me go." The boy gave a pitiful mixture of a plea and a sob. The sound was like a dagger to Calvin's heart. His guess had been right.

"Leo." An intense anger welled up inside Calvin. He didn't know Leo very well, but his impression was of a shy, quiet boy, immediately likeable, someone who would never do anything to hurt anyone. That Tom could do something like this made the young singer's blood boil. "Leo, it's me, Calvin. Hold still and we'll get you out of here."

"Calvin?" The boy gave a sniffle as if trying to hold back tears.

"Just hold on." Calvin stepped forwards and reached for the cloth around the boys head.

"Oh shit! That bastard Mallory, he's gone too far this time." Dan had stepped into the shed behind Calvin and got his first view of the bully's latest victim. That Dan had used bad language was an indication of the sheer depth of his feelings. Calvin couldn't remember the last time he'd heard his friend swear.

While Calvin removed the cloth, Dan worked on the rope holding the boy's hands. As soon as his face appeared, Leo began to cry, tears of humiliation and relief.

Calvin put a reassuring hand on the boy's shoulder. "You'll be ok now. As soon as we get you unfastened we'll take you home. Did they hurt you?"

Leo shook his head. "No. They just pulled my clothes off and wrote all over me." He glanced down at himself and the sight of the mass of black scrawlings that Tom's gang had written brought on a renewed wave of sobbing. "Oh, God. Look at all this. It'll never come off."

"It will come off," said Calvin gently. "Get in the bath when you get home and give it a good rub with some soap." Most of the marks were just scribbling, but there were also badly written comments such as 'my bros a fag', 'rob sux my dick' and at the end of the arrow pointing down at the boy's penis were the words 'homos startin handel'.

"They're all over my back as well. How am I supposed to get those off?"

Calvin gave a helpless shrug. "I'm sure Rob'll help you."

"No!" Leo gave a wail of protest and grabbed Calvin's arm with his newly released hand. "You got to promise me you won't tell Rob. He'll go mental if he finds out. I don't want anyone to know. Promise me you won't tell anyone."

"Leo, you've got to tell Rob. You can't let Tom get away with something like this." Even as he said the words, Calvin got a picture of himself being released from a similar situation in the gym a couple of days earlier. He heard an echo of his own words then in Leo's voice now. This was different though, this was much worse, this was Leo.

"I don't want anyone at all to know," Leo insisted, his face taking on a stubborn expression that Calvin knew so well, having used it himself so many times in the past.

"Ok, we'll see," Calvin sighed, helping the boy to his feet.

Leo quickly pulled up his briefs and trousers. "What have they written on my back?" he asked.

"Turn around and let me look." Calvin lifted the back of the boy's shirt. It was pretty much the same sort of things as on the front. Most prominent were the words 'rob fucks my arss'. Gently, Calvin pushed down the back of the boy's briefs. There were large smiley faces on both of Leo's arse cheeks and on his lower back were the words 'way in' beneath which was an arrow pointing down the young teen's spine and disappearing deep into his anal cleft. "There's nothing really that I can read, mostly silly pictures," Calvin lied.

"It's obvious that Tom's lot did this, from the spellings if nothing else," said Dan, dryly. He gave the youngster and sympathetic smile and began helping him fasten the front of his shirt.

Once fully dressed, Leo ran his palms over his eyes wiping away the last of the tears. "You're not going to tell anyone about this, are you?" He repeated his earlier demand, staring Calvin straight in the eye.

"Not if you don't want us to," Calvin agreed, after a brief glance at Dan. "You're going to have to let someone know though because you'll have a hell of job getting that marker pen off your back without some help."

Leo looked miserable. "Can't you help me?" he begged, his gaze moving between the two older boys.

"I don't know." Calvin hesitated. "Don't you have a friend you could get to help you?"

Leo shook his head. "Not with something like this. Besides, I keep telling you, I don't want anyone else to know about it. Please Calvin, you gotta help me, there's no one else."

Calvin could so easily understand how Leo felt. Telling anyone, even friends, about something as humiliating as this wasn't easy. He recalled he'd even lied to Dan about the episode in the gym. But for some reason the idea of helping the boy bathe made him feel uneasy and he still hesitated.

"Come on Calvin," said Dan. "Give the kid some help. He'll obviously never get that stuff off on his own. I agree with you that he ought to tell someone about it, but if he wants to keep it a secret, that's up to him."

"Ok," Calvin nodded, reluctantly, his eyes on Dan. "I'll help him if you will."

Dan gave his friend a disgusted look. "I hope you're a bit more enthusiastic if I ever need your help." he said, using his forefinger to push his glasses back.

"Won't your mother be a bit concerned if the three of us arrive at your house and all disappear together into the bathroom?" Calvin asked the youngster. "Then there's Rob, what's he going to say?"

Leo shook his head. "Mum and Dad are away tonight. Dad had a business trip today and Mum went with him. They're back tomorrow. They left Rob in charge while they're away. Rob has something on after school, he said he wouldn't be home until after five."

"That's a bit of luck then," said Calvin, glancing at his watch. "But it still gives us less than an hour. If we're going to do this we'd better get moving."

It took the boys just over ten minutes to walk to Leo's house. The young teen produced a key and let them inside then went upstairs to start running the bath while Calvin and Dan made quick calls on their mobiles to let their families know they would be a little late.

"You really think we should be doing this?" Calvin asked his friend after they had finished their calls.

Dan shrugged. "Someone's got to help him."

"Yeah, but helping him bathe, it's so, I don't know... strange." Calvin misgivings came from an unexpected direction. The sight of Leo almost naked in the shed hadn't just aroused anger, there had been something else there as well, and for reasons he was deliberately avoiding thinking about, this disturbed him.

"It's no big deal," said Dan. "All we're going to have to do is scrub his back. Last year when Eric fell out of that tree and broke both his arms I helped him in the bath a couple of times and I had to wash him all over. I even did other stuff for him as well. It was a bit embarrassing at first, for both of us, but he was given the choice of having Mum, Dad or me to help him and he chose me." Eric was Dan's ten year old brother.

Calvin was tempted to ask what the 'other stuff' had been, but decided he was better off not knowing. "Come on then," he said. "Let's get on with it." He climbed the stairs, Dan at his back.

Up in the bathroom they found Leo waiting nervously for them. The youngster had stripped down to just his school shirt, which hung open, and a pair of dark blue briefs. The expression on his face was evidence enough that he was having second thoughts concerning what they were about to do. "Maybe I should have a go myself first," he suggested. "I might be able to get it off."

"It's up to you," said Dan. "But I really don't think you'll be able to get your back clean without help. You've nothing to worry about, we won't ever tell anyone we helped you. Will we, Calvin?"

"Eh? Oh, no, we won't." Calvin had been reading the scrawlings on the boy's chest. He could feel a cold, burning anger deep down inside that Tom and his gang could do something like that. With obvious reluctance, though apparently convinced he had no other options, Leo peeled off his shirt and tossed it aside, then with an embarrassed glance at the two older boys he covered his groin with one hand and used the other to push down his briefs, stepping out of them. Carefully he stepped into the bathtub and lowered himself down onto his knees, the hot water lapping around his thighs.

"If we concentrate on getting your back clean, you can do your front yourself later," said Dan. "Lean forwards onto your hands and knees so that we can get to you properly."

With a shy glance at the two older boys, Leo moved his protecting hand away from his groin and bent forwards, putting both hands flat onto the bottom of the bath. "Like this?"

"Yeah," Dan nodded, "though bend forwards a bit more and lift your bum up a bit. There's some drawings on your bum cheeks that we need to get to."

"What sort of drawings?"

"Nothing bad, just smiley faces," said Dan. "But I don't think you'll want them there next time you get showered at school." He picked up a washcloth and some soap and after dipping his hands into the water he began to rub the scribbling around the boy's shoulders.

Since Dan had taken the top part, this left Calvin with the rear end. Finding another washcloth and retrieving another bar of soap from the sink he began rubbing at the 'way in' message on Leo's lower back.

It soon became obvious that this was going to be a longer job than any of them had expected. The black markings did not come off easily. After a good deal of rubbing they did become more feint, but they were still visible and it was unlikely that they were going to get the boy's back clean in one session.

Calvin gradually worked his way along the black line that formed the arrow pointing down from the message and disappearing into the youngster's anal cleft. As he moved lower he became more and more aware that he was approaching a private place, a place were one boy didn't touch another. The thought of what he was doing caused a strange fluttering sensation in the pit of his stomach and his discomfort became even more intense when he felt his dick twitch in his pants. He glanced guiltily at the other boys, but neither of them were paying him any attention. Dan was concentrating on his own area and Leo had his head down as if trying to imagine he were somewhere else.

Deciding it might be better to leave the rest of the arrow until later, Calvin turned his attention to the smiley faces, carefully keeping the washcloth between his hand and the skin of Leo's arse cheeks. However he soon realised that he would have to use his other hand to hold onto soft surface while he rubbed at it. Hesitantly, he lightly placed his free hand on the boy's rear, trying as he did so to ignore the uncomfortable hardness in his own pants. The youngster's arse was soft and warm and feeling it under his fingertips caused the older teen's cock to throb. Calvin's heart was beating like never before, his mouth was dry and he was sure that his hands were trembling. Almost as if they had a mind of their own, his fingers slid into the space between the boy's cheeks, further than was really necessary. He brain kept telling him not to do this, but it was like he couldn't help himself, he was under a strange compulsion. While he kept up the rubbing with one hand, the fingers of the other were moving inch by slow inch further into that dark, warm, forbidden area. Suddenly Calvin's fingertip make a brief contact with what could only have been Leo's tightly closed hole. The naked youngster gave a grunt and squirmed from side to side and Calvin instantly jerked his had away, feeling the blood rush to his face. The teen opened his mouth to mutter an apology but before he could do so...

"Leo?" It was Rob's voice from downstairs.

"Oh, shit!" Leo jerked around, splashing water over his two helpers. "Rob's home. You've got to stop him from coming in. I don't want him to know anything about this."

"Erm, yeah. Ok. I'll try." Calvin stood up, glancing down at the large wet patch on the front of his trousers caused by Leo's splashing. His heart was still pounding as he turned to the door, not sure what he was going to say to the older boy to explain this situation.

Calvin left the bathroom and pulled the door closed behind him just as Rob emerged at the top of the stairs.

"Calvin? We didn't arrange another session for tonight, did we?" The older teen had a puzzled look on his face which intensified as he noticed the extremely obvious wet area on the front of the young star's trousers. "Had a small accident?"

"Erm, yes. I mean no." Calvin suddenly realised that he was still sporting a boner which was causing a rather prominent bulge at his groin, something Rob could not fail to notice as it coincided almost directly the wet area. "Not really an accident; not the sort you mean anyway," he added hurriedly, feeling his face flush. He casually moved his hand so that it was in front of the bulge.

Rob grinned and shook his head in amusement. "Where's Leo?"

"He's in the bathroom." Calvin's voice squeaked as he tried to control his rising panic. "But you can't go in."

"Why, what's he doing? It can't be anything too personal considering you've just come out of there." Rob made to step around the younger teen.

"Don't go in there Rob," Calvin begged, trying to head off the prefect. But he wasn't quick enough.

"What the...?" Rob had pushed the bathroom door open a stood looking in, taking in the sight of his younger brother, naked, in the bath, and Dan on his hands and knees on the floor, a washcloth and soap in his hands. Both youngsters looked horrified to be caught in this position. Rob's initially shocked expression turned into a grin. "I can see why I wasn't supposed to come in," he said. "I'm not sure if I really want to know what you guys have been up to. Could this be a little adolescent experimentation? And I thought I was the strange one in this family. What's that stuff on your back?" He stepped forwards for a closer look and as he did so his grin faded. His lips silently formed the words "Rob fucks my arse". "Who wrote that?" he asked his voice dripping ice.

Leo had started to cry, he refused to even look at his older brother.

"Who wrote that on your back, Leo?" Rob demanded. "It was that twat Mallory, wasn't it?"

Leo still didn't reply.

"It was Tom Mallory," Calvin confirmed from the doorway, hearing his own voice shake with the tension.

"Oh shit, Leo, this stuff is all over your back. Stand up." Rob pulled at his brother's arm.

"Rob, no, please," Leo begged.

"Stand up, I want to see exactly what the bastard has done to you."

Rob's tone left no room for argument. Sniffing back the tears, Leo climbed reluctantly to his feet, his hands clasped together in front of his groin.

In complete silence, his lips pressed together and his face pale with anger, Rob examined the youngsters naked back and behind, his eyes focussing on every single mark as if burning them into his brain. "Turn around," he ordered, eventually, not waiting for a response but using his hand to turn the boy to face him. He swallowed visibly as he discovered the similar messages and drawings that plastered the boy's front, these so far untouched by washing and standing out starkly against Leo's pale skin. He focused on the words 'homos startin handel' which were scrawled on Leo's lower stomach and as his eyes followed the arrow downwards he gently but firmly took hold of the boy's wrists and pulled his hands out of the way, exposing his groin.

Without thinking, Calvin stepped forwards for a closer look and saw the dark line that went downwards from the message didn't just stop at Leo's pubic region, it went all the way down onto his dick. Someone had actually drawn with marker pen on the boy's penis.

A harsh breath hissed between Rob's teeth and Leo gave a loud sob and screwed his eyes shut.

"Did they touch you?" Rob asked, in a voice that made Calvin's stomach contract. "Look at me, Leo. I can see that they stripped you, but apart from drawing on you, did any of them touch you?"

Leo forced his eyes open and shook his head. "No. They just drew all over me and laughed at me and said this is what I get for having a faggot brother."

The words caused Rob to recoil as if he'd been struck. He hung his head and for several long seconds there was complete silence. Then he slowly looked up. His face was white and his eyes were like diamond. "Tom Mallory is dead," he hissed. He turned and dashed out towards the stairs.

"No," Leo screamed. He leaped out of the bath to go after his brother, but Dan grabbed him and held him tightly.

In a panic, Calvin charged after Rob, catching up with him by the front door.

"What are you going to do?" the singer demanded, grabbing Rob's arm.

"Keep out of my way, Calvin," Rob warned, fiercely. "I'm going to find that bastard and make him sorry for what he's done."

"Don't, Rob. Wait until you calm down and have time think things through. If you beat up Tom, you're the one who'll end up in trouble."

"I'll do much more than beat up that scum when I get my hands on him. Now get out of my way." He yanked his arm away from Calvin and roughly pushed the boy aside. "Stay here and take care of Leo, I don't want him left on his own." He rushed out, slamming the door shut behind him.

Calvin stood staring at the closed the door. This was turning into a real mess and it was all his fault. If he hadn't got Rob involved in his ongoing problems with Tom Mallory and his gang, none of this would be happening. Now Rob was probably going to end up suspended from school, or even worse, for half killing the bully. In fact, judging by the mood that Rob was, Tom would be lucky if he didn't end up in hospital.

Depressed, Calvin made his way back up the stairs. The bathroom was empty, the last of the bath water draining away down the plug hole. A little searching and Calvin found Leo's room. The young teen was sitting crouched over on his bed, a large towel around his shoulders. He was crying softly. Next to him sat Dan, looking miserable. Calvin took a seat in a nearby chair.

"I knew he'd go mad if he found out," muttered Leo. He wiped his eyes on the towel. "Now he'll go and get himself into trouble."

"Maybe not the sort of trouble you think," said Dan. "I'm sure he wouldn't have any problem taking on Tom, but if he comes across the whole gang together he may he may get the worst of it."

"Oh, no." A look of horror appeared on Leo's face at Dan's words.

Calvin gave his friend a sour look. "Try not to worry. The chances are that he won't find any of them. I bet he doesn't even have any idea of where to look." He forced himself to smile optimistically. "He'll come back when he calms down."

Leo nodded, though he didn't appear especially convinced. He got up from the bed and pulled out a T-shirt and shorts from a drawer. Turning his back on the older boys he shrugged off the towel and pulled on the clothes.

Three hours later and there was still no sign of Rob. It was now approaching eight o'clock and by this stage Calvin was becoming almost as worried as Leo. Dan had gone home about an hour earlier, but before he'd left Calvin have made a quick visit to his own home. Rob had told him to stay with Leo, and he intended to do just that, but he was worried about how long Rob might be. So he'd told he'd told his parents that he would be spending the night with Dan, something he did from time to time, thrown a change of clothes into a bag and hurried back to Rob's house.

Leo and Calvin were now alone together. They had found something to eat from in kitchen before settling down in front of the TV in the lounge. Though neither of them were really watching the screen, both were lost in their own thoughts. Several times throughout the evening they had tried calling Rob on his mobile, but they had not managed to reach him.

"Something's happened to him?" said Leo, suddenly breaking the silence.

"He'll be ok," said Calvin, trying to sound more confident than he felt.

"We should go look for him."

"Where would we look?" Calvin asked. "Besides, suppose he came back while were out?"

"Well, I could go and you could wait here." There was desperation in Leo's eyes.

"No way," said Calvin, quickly. "I don't want to think about what Rob would do to me if he came back and found I'd let you go out on your own after what Tom's lot did to you earlier. Can you think of anywhere he might have gone?"

Leo shook his head. "Not unless he went round to see Marcus."

"Do you have a number?"

"Yeah, it'll be in the book next to the phone, in the hall."

With Leo's help, Calvin retrieved the telephone number and gave Marcus a call, but older teen hadn't seen Rob since school. Briefly, Calvin explained what had happened, telling Marcus about what Tom's group had done to Leo and about Rob's reaction when he found out.

"Is Leo ok?" Even through the telephone line, the concern and restrained anger in Marcus' voice was obvious.

"Yeah, he was just shaken up," said Calvin. "He's more worried about Rob now though."

"Me too. I'll have a look around and give you a call back in a while. Ring me on my mobile if he turns up." Marcus recited his mobile number.

Then it was back to waiting.

Another hour went by and the two young teens spent most of that time in silence, staring blankly at the TV. Calvin was feeling steadily more worried as time went on. Surely Rob should have been back by now. The singer still blamed himself for what had happened to Leo and the guilt was gnawing away in his stomach.

Then, just after nine o'clock, they heard the sound of the front door opening. Calvin was on his feet in an instant, but Leo still beat him out into the hallway. Coming in front door, looking tired and sorry for himself, was Rob. Marcus followed, closing the door behind him.

"Rob!" Leo practically threw himself at his older brother. "Where have you been? Are you alright? What happened? Did you find Tom?"

Rob gave a forced smile as he hugged his brother. "I'm ok," he said. He reached out and squeezed Calvin's arm. "Thanks for staying with Leo."

"No problem," said Calvin. "Are you sure you're ok, we were really worried about you?" He noted that Rob's face looked drawn and his eyes were red. Calvin was certain that Rob had been crying and this thought really disturbed the teenager. He had an image of Rob as someone solid and unshakeable, someone who could take charge and deal with almost anything. Now though, the older teen looked like he had the worries of the world on his shoulders.

"I'll be fine. I'm sorry that you were worried." Rob let go of Leo and walked past the younger boys into the lounge.

Calvin glanced at Marcus, who shook his head and frowned.

"I found him wandering the streets," said the spiky haired prefect, softly. "He's really cut up about what happened to Leo. Good job that he didn't manage to find Tom or I hate to think what might have happened." He looked at Leo. "What about you, are you ok?"

Leo nodded. "Yeah, I think so."

"Good," Marcus smiled. "Tom's going to be very sorry for what he's done, I promise you that." He put his head around the lounge door to speak to Rob. "I'd better be going. I'll come round in the morning, like we said."

"Yeah, I'll see you then," said Rob. "And thanks, Marcus."

"Any time. You should have called me to start with instead of going storming out there on your own." Marcus turned to Calvin. "Want a lift, Superstar? I have the car outside."

"No, I'm fine, thanks," said Calvin.

"Suit yourself," said Marcus, with a shrug. "See you in the morning, guys," he called, before letting himself out.

Calvin followed Leo back into the lounge, sitting himself down in a chair. Leo snuggled up beside Rob and Rob put an arm around his younger brother. Calvin couldn't help feeling slightly envious as he watched the two of them.

"Did you get all the writing and drawing off?" Rob asked.

Leo shook his head. "I got out of the bath as soon as you went out, I didn't feel like doing anymore."

"You'd better have another go in the morning then," said Rob. "You need to make sure you get it all off before you have to go into the showers at school."

"I will," said Leo. "You're not going to tell Mum and Dad, are you?"

"I don't think so. This is something that I've got to sort out myself." There was a note of bitterness in Rob's voice.

The TV was still on, some sort of comedy show, though the three boys rarely raised anything above a half smile between them. At least the atmosphere was nothing like as tense as it had been earlier. Calvin glanced at Leo and saw the younger boy had his eyes closed.

"It's getting late, Calvin," said Rob, his voice soft. "I assume you've rung home and told your parents where you are."

Calvin gave a guilty nod. "They think I'm staying at my friend Dan's house. But I haven't arranged anything with Dan's parents so I was sort of hoping that I could spend the night here."

"I don't know..."

"Please, Rob. It's too late for me to arrange anything else now. You told me to stay with Leo, but we didn't know how long you were going to be."

"Yeah, I suppose it will be alright. Just for tonight. We'll have to sort out where you're going to sleep though." Rob gave his brother a gentle nudge. "Leo, I think you'd better be getting to bed."

"Do I have to?" the boy replied in a mumbled, sleepy tone.

"Yes, you do." Rob stood up, pulling the boy to his feet. "You're already half asleep. Say goodnight to Calvin and get off to bed, you'll be much more comfortable up there."

The younger boy grumbled incoherently as he forced his eyes open. "Night, Calvin," He muttered. "Thanks for helping me earlier."

"Night, Leo," said Calvin, standing up himself. "I'll see you in the morning. If you want any help, you know, to try and get that stuff off your back, we can have another go."

"We'll see," said Leo, sleepily. He left the room and the sound of his footsteps could just be heard as he climbed the stairs.

Rob gave Leo a tight-lipped smile and turned his attention back to the TV. Instead of taking his previous seat, Calvin went over and took Leo's former place next to Rob. The teen half hoped that Rob would put his arm around him, like he'd done with Leo earlier, but the older boy just moved over slightly to make more room. Calvin felt a twinge of disappointment; he envied the closeness that the two brothers had shown to each other and also, after the trauma of the evening, felt in need of a little comforting himself. Though no sooner had he had this thought than he felt guilty. Yes, the evening had been worrying and upsetting, but he knew that it couldn't have been any where near as bad for him as it had been for Leo and Rob. For Leo to have had Tom's lot drawing all over his body, even on his privates, must have been horrible, just the thought of it made Calvin want to squirm. And it must have hit Rob pretty hard to see something like that happen to his brother and not be able to do anything about it; the redness around the older boy's eyes proved that this was the case.

"I'm glad you didn't manage to find Tom," said Calvin, softly, after a few minutes of silence. "He's not worth you getting into trouble for. Especially as this whole mess is my fault anyway."

Rob turned his head and stared at the younger boy. "How do you work that out?" he asked.

"Well, you thumped Tom because he was bullying me. That's why he went after Leo, to get back at you."

"Did you ask me to hit Tom for you?" Rob asked, a coolness in his voice.

"No, but..."

"But nothing. It was my decision. Mine, not yours. Yes I hit him. But I would have done the same if he'd been hurting any of my friends. Probably even if I'd caught him hurting any kid younger or smaller than him. The whole world doesn't revolve around you, Calvin. You're not as important as you sometimes seem to think."

Calvin fell silent. Rob's words had wounded him deeply. He felt like he'd been punched in the stomach. "Perhaps I'd better go home after all," he said, leaning forwards to get to his feet.

"No, I'm sorry." Rob grasped Calvin's arm and pulled him back. "I shouldn't have said that. I didn't mean it. Not like it came out, anyway."

Calvin sat back down. Seeing the open hurt on Rob's face made his own hurt disappear. All his thoughts turned to concern for his friend.

"It really wasn't your fault, none of it," said Rob, his tone much more gentle than before. "The blame for this is all mine. I should have seen it coming but I was too wrapped up in my own little world, showing everyone how strong I was by not caring what anyone thought."

"What do you mean?" asked Calvin, not following that Rob was saying.

"You saw those things that Tom's gang wrote on Leo. They wouldn't have written those things if I hadn't been gay." There was a bitterness in Rob's voice. "I went out and made the big announcement, telling everyone about it, not caring what everyone else might think about it. In a warped sort of way I even enjoyed the attention; just for a short time I was a celebrity. I never gave a thought to how it would affect the people around me. I knew there would be jokes and snide comments and stuff. But none of that bothered me. It didn't occur to me that Leo would suffer through having a queer for an older brother." There were unshed tears in his eyes and self-mockery in his voice. "Up to today I was perfectly happy being gay, it's the way I am and I wouldn't have wanted to change it. Now though, I hate it. I hate myself. Why should Leo have to suffer because I'm different?"

"Don't," said Calvin, his hand on Rob's arm. "Please don't say things like that."

Rob shook his head and looked away.

"Leo doesn't blame you for what happened," Calvin continued, rubbing Rob's arm comfortingly. "All that time we were waiting for you to come back, wondering where you were and what you were doing, he didn't say one single bad thing about you. If he doesn't blame you, you shouldn't blame yourself." He moved his hand down Rob's arm, taking the older boy's hand in both his own and gripping it tightly,

Turning back to Calvin, Rob forced a smile. "I guess I'm just wallowing in self-pity. That's what Marcus told me anyway. We had quite a long talk when he picked me up."

"Sounds right to me," said Calvin, with a grin. He shuffled closer until the two of them were pressed up together and threw his arm across Rob's middle in a sort of half-hug.

"I'm glad you're staying tonight, Calvin," Rob said, this time the smile coming more easily. "I think I needed someone to talk to."

The two of them lapsed into a comfortable silence. Calvin was leaning against Rob, his head resting on the older boy's shoulder and his arm still draped across Rob's stomach. He was comfortable and the bodily contact felt strangely pleasant. Rob had a warm, slightly musky odour, that conjured up an image of strength but gentleness in Calvin's mind. The young teen could feel a special sort of closeness for the eighteen year old that he'd never felt for anyone before. There was something about being snuggled up against Rob that made him feel safe. He ignored the little voice in his head that told him that it wasn't right for two boys to be pressed so close; he was happy and Rob didn't seem to mind, so where was the harm? On impulse he pulled his arm slowly back across Rob's stomach, his fingers trailing over the cotton on the older teen's shirt. As he reached the middle he moved his fingertip in a circular movement around one of the buttons before gently popping it open. He realised he was holding his breath as he shoved two fingers through the opening, making contact with the skin of Rob's stomach. His fingers trembling, he repeated the circular movement, this time in direct contact with Rob's skin, his sensitive fingertips passing over a few soft, stray hairs on the teen's lower stomach. Throughout this, Rob had remained perfectly still, hardly even seeming to breathe. Calvin took this as tacit approval and pulling out his fingers, he popped another button, the one above the previous one. However this time, as he began to slide his whole hand inside, Rob's hand came down, covering his own and stopping him from going further.

"Calvin, what are you doing?" Rob asked, softly. He turned his gaze from the TV towards the younger boy.

Calvin didn't know how to reply. In truth he had no clue what he was doing, he'd just been acting on autopilot, doing what felt right. Now he felt like a little boy caught with his hand in the cookie jar. "D..Don't you like it?" he stammered, the colour rising in his face.

"Yeah, of course I like it. But don't tease me, Calvin, not tonight." Rob had a pained look on his face. "Don't start off something that you're not willing to go through with."

Calvin swallowed. "Suppose..." He hesitated and nervously licked his lips. "Suppose I wasn't teasing," he said, his mouth suddenly dry.

A sudden spark appeared in Rob's eyes. "Are you saying what I think you're saying?" he asked, seriously.

"I don't know what I'm saying," Calvin replied, struggling to think straight. "All I know is that I like being around you; more than that, when I'm around you I feel, I don't know, sort of special. I keep thinking about when you rubbed that stuff into my chest last night and I want you to touch me like that again and I want to touch you like that. Oh, I don't know, I can't explain it."

"I think I know what you mean," said Rob, his voice little more than a whisper. "But before you do anything, before WE do anything, I have to be sure that's what you want. I don't want you freaking out on me afterwards saying I made you do stuff."

"I'd never do that," said Calvin, sincerely.

Rob nodded. "I don't think you would," he said with a soft smile. Letting go of Calvin's hand, he unfastened the rest of his shirt buttons, pulling the garment open.

Again Calvin licked his lips. His heart pounding like never before, he slid his fingers over the soft skin or Rob's now exposed upper body. "Oh, God," he muttered. Apart from a few hairs around his nipples, the older boy's chest was perfectly smooth, his pectoral muscles tightly defined, his whole torso well toned. Calvin felt an electric tingle run through his fingertips, a feeling that was echoed in his lower stomach. He suddenly became aware of an uncomfortable hardness at his groin and he shuffled into a more comfortable position.

Rob lay back and closed his eyes, one hand resting gently on Calvin's thigh. "That feels good," he sighed, as Calvin's hands caressed his upper body.

His heart still racing with nervous excitement, Calvin let his fingers explore Rob's chest. tracing the outline of the muscles, moving down his tight stomach, running through the thin trail of hair leading down from his belly button. The youngster gripped his bottom lip between his teeth as his eyes became fixed on the huge bulge in the older teen's trousers.

Seeing the direction of Calvin's stare, Rob smiled. "Maybe we ought to go up to my room," he suggested. "I don't think it would be a good idea to risk having Leo walking in on us." he got to his feet and pulled the younger boy up after him.

After turning off the TV and the lights and checking that the door was properly locked, Rob led the way up the stairs. When they reached his room, he left the main light off, turning on the bedside lamp, before sitting on the bed.

Calvin just stood and watched, unsure what he should do. He was more scared than he could ever remember being before. It crossed his mind that it wasn't too late to back out, he could still go home. But his thoughts of flight lasted no more than a second, he wanted so badly to feel Rob's strong hands on his body. He was determined to go through with this, whatever "this" turned out to be. "You'll have to show me what to do. You won't hurt me, will you?" His voice sounded small and frightened.

"I swear I won't hurt you," said Rob. "Come here."

Timidly, Calvin walked over to the bed and allowed himself to be pulled down next to the older boy. Rob reached up and gently stroked his face with the backs of his fingers.

"You really sure this is what you want?"

"I'm sure." Calvin's mouth was so dry he could hardly speak.

"Good, because I've wanted this more than you could ever imagine," Rob murmured. He again stroked Calvin's face before his hands went to the button's on the front of the boy's school shirt. Slowly he unfastened the buttons from top to bottom before pulling the shirt up, out from Calvin's trousers. Pushing it back from the boy's shoulders, he let it drop down before pulling the young teen's arms out from the sleeves, removing the garment completely.

Self consciously, Calvin moved his arms in front of himself. He suddenly felt embarrassed, his own chest seeming so under developed when compared to the older boy's tight, well defined torso.

"Don't," said Rob, gently pulling Calvin's arms out of the way. "You look great, don't try and cover yourself up." He stood up. "Kick your shoes off and get up on the bed," he suggested.

Calvin did as he was told, finding himself lying full length on Rob's bed, his arms at his sides. He watched as Rob removed his own shirt completely then climbed up and sat astride the youngster's hips. Calvin gave a groan as he felt the weight of the older boy's body pressing down on the shaft of his aroused boyhood.

"You ok?" Rob asked.

"Yeah, it's just, you know..."

"Oh, this?" Rob grinned as he reached down between his legs and made a small, firm, circular movement with his fingers across the top of the bulge in Calvin's pants.

"Oh, shit!" Calvin gasped as a jolt of surprised pleasure fired up from his groin. He felt himself blushing at the intimate way that Rob had just touched him, even if it was through two layers of clothing.

"Oops, I'd better be more careful," Rob observed. "Don't want you going off before we're ready."

Calvin felt his blush deepen. But any embarrassment he felt was far outweighed by his desperate need for Rob to touch him down there again.

It seemed though that the eighteen year old was not in any hurry. Very gently he placed his hands on Calvin's bare chest, stroking lightly across the skin. "Don't worry," he said, his voice soft, "I know you must still be a bit sore, so I'll be careful." For a few moments he lightly caressed the boy's body, dragging the tips of his fingers all the way down from Calvin's shoulders to his stomach.

It was a wonderful sensation, but the younger boy yearned for something firmer. His whole body longed for more intense physical contact. After several seconds of this torture he raised his hands, intending to move Rob's attentions lower. But it seemed the older teen had anticipated this and Rob caught hold of Calvin's wrists pushing them back down to the boy's sides.

"Just relax," Rob ordered. "There's no rush and it will be much better this way. Trust me."

Calvin had no choice. He was desperate for the feel of Rob's firm fingers around his twitching dick, yet he forced himself to lie back with his head on the pillow and tried to follow his partner's instructions to relax. He closed his eyes, wondering if this would help, but it only focussed his attention even more on the touch of Rob's fingers on his teenage chest. Suddenly he felt a soft, brief contact against his lips. His eyes flew open to find Rob's smiling face just inches from his own.

"What...?"

"Sorry," said Rob, his voice soft and a gentle smile playing on his lips. "You looked so sweet that I couldn't resist."

"Sweet?" Calvin had always hated being referred to as 'sweet', it just didn't fit the way he saw himself. Now however, coming from Rob, it didn't seem half so bad, in fact he quite liked it. Then it sank in what had just happened. Rob had kissed him. On the lips. He felt his eyes widen in surprise and shock. His lips parted and he ran his tongue across them. Rob's face came closer, the teen's mouth was also open. Their lips touched, gently at first and then more firmly. Calvin felt Rob's tongue touching his own. He felt a moment of panic at this new experience, but it only lasted a second before he gave in to the sensations completely, letting them carry him away.

Seconds or minutes later, he'd no idea which, Calvin was brought back to reality by the feeling of Rob trying to pull away and he realised that his own arms had somehow made their way around the back of the older boy's neck. He let go, allowing Rob to sit up.

"Wow!" Rob wore a crooked grin and there was a slightly dazed look in his eyes. "And here's me thinking you were innocent. That was some kiss!"

"I am innocent," Calvin protested, a bit embarrassed but at the same time pleased that Rob appeared at least a little impressed. "Ok, I've kissed a couple of girls before, but that's it, and it was never like that."

"You must be a natural then," laughed Rob, lightly. He shuffled backwards, down the youngster's thighs, his hands going to the boy's belt.

"What're you doing?" Calvin asked, urgently. His heart once more speeding up with panic. It was a silly question as it was obvious what Rob was doing. Calvin's brain spun in circles. He wanted this so badly yet at the same time just the thought of what was happening terrified him.

"Calvin, even now you don't have to do this." Rob paused, his face serious, the two ends of Calvin's belt held open in his hands. "Do you want me stop?"

Calvin didn't reply. His eyes were locked on the fastening of his trousers as he took long trembling breaths. Eventually he managed a small shake of his head. "N..no, go on," he whispered through dry lips, his voice barely audible.

His hands moving very slowly, Rob opened the fastening of Calvin's charcoal grey school trousers and eased down the zip, exposing the bulging front of the boy's CKs. Then taking a grip at the sides he began to ease the trousers and the underwear down together.

Calvin found himself automatically lifting his hips to help Rob, who was sitting across the boy's legs just below his knees. The young teen watched with a sort of frightened fascination as the swollen head of his dick came into view. Slowly, the rest of his hard shaft appeared, the base nestled in it's bush of dark pubic hair, and seconds later he felt the cool air of the room against his now exposed balls. Nervously he lifted his eyes to Rob's face, half expecting the older boy to burst out laughing at the sight of his twitching cock.

Rob though didn't show any signs at all of amusement. For several seconds he stared at the young teen's aroused boyhood then with a gentle smile he let his eyes travel along the length of the boy's body until they were looking at Calvin's face. "God, you're beautiful," he sighed.

"Yeah, sure," Calvin replied with an embarrassed grin.

"To me you are," said Rob, his expression deadly serious. The older teen leaned forwards, placing his hands flat on Calvin's chest. Slowly, he stroked them down the boy's torso.

Calvin held his bottom lip tightly between his teeth as he watched Rob's fingers trace their way down his smooth, young body. He tensed up and held his breath as the moment approached when for the first time in his life he would feel another boy's hand around the solid shaft of his aroused cock. The thought of what was about to happen scared him yet at the same time he wanted it so much. Rob's trembling fingers moved slowly closer to their objective, then at the last minute moved to the sides and down onto the youngster's thighs.

"Ugh..." Calvin was unable to conceal a groan of disappointment. What was Rob trying to do to him?

Wordlessly, Rob got up from the bed. He gave Calvin a reassuring smile then turned his attention to the boy's feet, pulling off his socks before taking hold of the bottoms of his trouser legs and pulling the garment off. Calvin's underwear followed, leaving him completely naked, his hard dick twitching on his stomach. Rob paused for a second to take in the scene, then went to work on his own remaining clothing. He quickly removed his socks and trousers, then, standing straight, he hesitated with his thumbs hooked under the waistband of his shorts. There was a mischievous twinkle in his eyes as he pushed his shorts down and stepped out of them, allowing his own erection to spring free.

A soft gasp escaped Calvin's lips as he gazed for the first time at Rob's naked body. With his handsome face, his smooth chest and tight stomach, the eighteen year old was enough to take anyone's breath away. But what held Calvin's attention most was the hard tool that pointed out from Rob's groin. It was the first time that Calvin had seen a real life erection, apart from his own of course. He'd seen pictures of older guys with erect dicks on the internet and had laughed and joked about them with Aaron, one of his fellow SClub members, who had been with him at the time. These guys had been much older, with big muscles and loads of body hair and Calvin had not found them in the least bit erotic. Rob was nothing like them. Rob was the hottest thing that Calvin had ever seen.

"Well, now that we're both naked, I really hope you haven't changed your mind about doing this," the older boy said, looking almost as nervous as Calvin felt.

"No way," said Calvin. Scared as he was, there was no way he was about to back out now. Though he wondered what exactly he was letting himself in for. The sum total of his knowledge of gay sex came from stories and jokes about guys sucking each other's dicks and fucking each other in the arse. With this in mind he eyed Rob's dick warily; the throbbing organ suddenly looked bigger than ever and he couldn't imagine how something of that size would be able to go up inside him without at least some pain. "But you promise you won't hurt me?" he asked his mouth dry.

Rob stepped closer and sat down on the side of bed, concerned at the question. "Of course I'm not going to hurt you. Calvin, that would be the last thing in the world I would want to do. What do you think I'm going to do to you?" Calvin gave an embarrassed shrug. "I dunno. I thought maybe you were going to, you know, push that up me." He nodded his head towards Rob's cock and at the same time felt the blood rush to his face.

Rob gave a shake of his head. "You've been listening to too many stories. There are other things we can do besides that. The most important thing is that whatever we do feels good. You don't have to do anything that you don't want to. Full on fucking is something we can try when you feel ready for it, let's just take things slowly and see what happens.

"Ok, sounds good to me," Calvin grinned, feeling much happier.

Rob briefly returned the grin, then without warning he reached out his hand and wrapped his fingers firmly around Calvin's erection.

"Aaaargh!" The movement caught Calvin totally by surprise. It was his first time his dick had been touched by a hand other than his own and it felt incredible. He closed his eyes and tipped his head back into the pillow.

Rob's hand began to move slowly but firmly up and down the shaft of Calvin's hard cock, causing the youngster to squirm with pleasure. Calvin was no stranger to masturbation, having been jerking off at least once a day for the past couple of years, but this was unlike anything he had ever experienced before. His cock was so hard that it actually ached and the slow hand job was almost more than he could stand. "I think I'm about to shoot," he gasped, feeling that he ought to give Rob some sort of warning.

Immediately, Rob released his grip and sat back, the palms of his hands resting lightly on Calvin's thighs. "Better slow down a bit then, don't want to rush things," he grinned.

"Yeah, ok." Calvin tried to keep the disappointed tone from his voice. He didn't want to rush things either and would be quite happy for this journey into wonderland to continue for the entire night, yet at the same time he was almost desperate for release and to get so close to the edge and then to have to pull back was frustrating.

Rob must have picked up on some of what Calvin was feeling. He reached out stroked the boy's face. "I'm sorry," he smiled. "I just didn't want things to be over too quickly. I've imagined so many things that I wanted to do with you and never expected to get the chance, and now I've got you here I wanted to make the most of it. I guess I wasn't thinking that with this being your first time you must be pretty excited."

"Just a bit," Calvin confessed.

"I suppose some of my fantasies will have to wait," said Rob, with a grin and a shake of his head. "Let's see if we can make your first one a good one." He climbed on top of Calvin so that he was laid on top of the younger boy, their naked bodies pressed together almost along their entire lengths; Rob took some of his weight on his knees and elbows so that the smaller boy wasn't squashed. Holding Calvin's face between his hands, Rob once more pressed their lips together, at the same time grinding downwards with his hips, pressing their crotches together so that their aroused cocks rubbed firmly against each other.

Calvin gave a muffled groan and placed his hands around Rob's smooth torso, sliding them firmly down the teen's back until they reached the soft, firm flesh of his round arse cheeks. The feel of Rob's body pressed so tightly against his own was fantastic and Calvin wanted more.

They eventually broke the kiss, both boys breathing heavily, more from passion and excitement than from physical exertion. Rob turned his attentions to Calvin's neck and the younger teen tilted his head back on the pillow to give his partner better access. Slowly, Rob worked his way down onto the youngster's chest, his lips in almost constant contact, his teeth gently nipping the soft, tender flesh.

Calvin's hands had moved back up Rob's body and were now tangled in the teen's hair. As Rob moved lower, Calvin knew instinctively where the other boy was heading and he writhed in anticipation of the pleasure that was to follow. The tip of Calvin's cock was oozing sticky precum; he could feel the slimy wetness of it on his erection as it twitched and throbbed against the muscles of Rob's chest. He was sure that he had never before been as sexually excited as he was at this moment.

"Ooooh!" Calvin balled his hands into tight fists and pressed them down into the bed at his sides as Rob's lips made their first fleeting contact with the sensitive head of his swollen dick. I was just a brief touch, but Rob immediately followed up by running his tongue all the way around the crown before licking against the extra-sensitive underside of the glans. Calvin had never felt anything remotely like this before and it was as if every muscle in his young body had tensed up and was strained to breaking point. A second later and the entire top of his aroused penis was surrounded by the soft, damp warmth of Rob's mouth.

Calvin's raised his head and watched, wide eyed, as the entire top half of his rigid shaft disappeared between Rob's lips. The youngster had realised that this was going to happen, but it still came as a shock. Rob was actually sucking his dick. The feeling wasn't anything at all like what he expected; though never having experienced anything like this he hadn't had any idea of what to expect. It was incredible. It wasn't just the sensations coming from his swollen cock, which were wonderful, it was also the knowledge that Rob was performing such a personal and intimate act. At that moment, Calvin felt an intense love for Rob unlike anything he had felt for anyone before.

As Rob's head began to bob slowly up and down, his lips pressed tightly against the hard shaft, his tongue sliding over the swollen head. Calvin knew that he was just moments away from losing control. He opened his mouth to give a warning but all that came out was a sort of strangled groan. His teeth clenched shut and his hips thrust upwards as he felt the first waves of an intense orgasm spread through his body. He couldn't hold it back any longer; he didn't want to hold it back. His cock began to throb and pulse and he moaned aloud as bolts of hot cum erupted from the head of his dick, straight into the back of Rob's throat. The orgasm seemed to go on and on and all the time Rob continued to suck as if trying to pull Calvin's entire body inside out through the slit in his cock.

As the final tremors eased, Calvin raised an exhausted hand to Rob's head. "Stop, I'm done," he gasped.

Rob allowed the spent shaft to fall from his mouth and looked up, a satisfied smile on is face. "Well, how was it?" he asked, running his tongue around his lips.

"Not bad," Calvin replied, giving a tired giggle. He couldn't believe that Rob had swallowed his cum, and felt a little guilty for not giving a proper warning. "I'm sorry I didn't let know I was going to shoot," he said, a little sheepishly.

"I sort of worked that out for myself," said Rob. "I did say I wanted to make your first time a good one."

"Yeah, you did."

Rob sat back on his knees, his own twitching cock pointing proudly towards the ceiling, in contrast to Calvin's which now lay spent on his stomach.

Calvin eyed the organ apprehensively. "I suppose I have to suck you now," he said, nervously, his mouth suddenly feeling dry.

"Do you want to?"

"I don't know."

His eyes never leaving Calvin's face, Rob's fingers took hold of his own hardness, stroking firmly along the shaft. "You don't have to do anything you don't want."

"You wouldn't mind if I didn't suck you?"

"Hell Calvin, just having you naked on my bed and being able to touch you and do stuff with you is like a dream come true. Sure, I'd love you to suck my dick, but only if that's what you want to do. Tell you what, change places." The two boys swapped over. Now Rob was lying on his back with Calvin sitting astride his legs.

Looking down at the aroused older boy, Calvin was still uncertain whether he actually wanted to take Rob's erection in his mouth, but at least in this position he felt a little more in control of things and this seemed to give him more confidence. Hesitantly he reached out his hand, wrapping his fingers around the shaft of Rob's hard cock, holding it lightly at first and then more firmly. Slowly he slid upwards towards the swollen, dark coloured head. There was precum oozing from the slit and he ran his thumb across it, feeling the stickiness.

Rob gasped and his cock jerked beneath Calvin's fingers. "Shit, Cal, that feels so good."

His confidence growing, Calvin took hold of the older boy's balls with his other hand, gently moving them around before releasing them and pulling lightly at the fuzzy hairs around Rob's groin. The hand on Rob's cock was now firmly massaging the shaft, moving slowly up and down. Rob's eyes were closed and he lay back, breathing deeply through his nose, a relaxed expression on his handsome face.

Watching the older teen laid out naked before him, Calvin felt a warm feeling deep inside, a warmth intensified by the knowledge that his actions were making Rob feel good. His heart thumping in his chest, he leaned forwards and very lightly touched his lips to the shaft of Rob's dick, down near the base, the teen's pubic hair tickling as it brushed against his nose. Rob sighed contentedly and moved his shoulders as if to get more comfortable but otherwise gave no indication that he was even aware of what Calvin had done. Feeling a little bolder, the young teen put out his tongue and this time he licked the shaft, moving his tongue upwards towards the head. Apart from a slightly musky aroma, which was far from unpleasant, Calvin was unable to detect any real taste at all. Determined now that he was going to go all the way he turned his attention to the swollen, sticky head of the organ. He was tempted to put out his tongue and taste the precum oozing from the slit but was afraid that if he did this and didn't like the taste he might lose his nerve. Instead he took a deep breath, opened his mouth and bent forwards.

The head of Rob's cock had looked big to Calvin, but once inside his mouth it felt even bigger. As he went down, his lips brushed against the sensitive rim of the glans causing Rob to groan loudly. Calvin paused, his lips clamped tightly around the shaft, his tongue pressed against the underside. He'd done it. He had Rob's cock in his mouth. Surprisingly it didn't taste that bad; a bit salty and bitter-sweet but nothing like the awful taste he had imagined. Now though he had a problem; he realised he had no idea what he was supposed to do next. He remembered Rob's groan as he had gone down and instinctively keeping his teeth well out of the way he move his head up again, this time keeping his lips and tongue in contact with the surface of the organ. He was rewarded with another even louder groan.

As Calvin lifted his head he glanced across to see that Rob had now opened his eyes and was looking up at him, a soft smile on his lips. The older boy didn't speak, instead he lifted his hand and gently stroked the side of Calvin's face.

Now feeling much more sure of himself, Calvin enthusiastically returned to the job in hand, his mouth working up and down over the head of Rob's dick while at the same time keeping a steady rhythm on the bottom half of the shaft with his encircling fingers. Soon Rob was breathing heavily, his hips thrusting upwards in time with Calvin's movements.

"Cal, I'm getting close," the older teen groaned, his thrusting becoming more erratic and uncontrolled.

Scared of what was he knew was about to happen, but stubbornly determined to see this through to the bitter end, Calvin kept up his sucking. As Rob gave a loud groan, the boy braced himself, ready to receive the full load in his mouth. Suddenly, Rob's palm was against his forehead, pushing him back and away. A moment later the first bolt of white cum splashed hotly against the side of Calvin's cheek, further bolts splashing wildly over Rob's chest and stomach.

Calvin sat back on his heels feeling dazed, happy but also a little cheated as he watched Rob milk the last drops from his depleted cock. "You didn't have to push me back," he said. "I would have swallowed it, just like you did mine."

"I know you would," Rob replied, still a little breathless. "But I didn't want to risk my new boyfriend choking on his first time. It might have put you off doing it again. Come here." He gave a grin, grabbed Calvin's arm and pulled him down until they lay side by side on the bed then he kissed the younger boy briefly but firmly on the lips. "Cal, you were brilliant."

"I was?"

"Yeah you were." He gave the boy another kiss, this time more lingering.

They lay for long moments, content in each other's arms.

"Were you serious about me being your boyfriend," Calvin asked, breaking the silence.

"That's up to you," said Rob. "I like you a lot, Calvin. I've always thought you were pretty hot, but never expected to get the chance to get to know you properly. Now that I have I think you're something special."

Calvin didn't reply immediately. He lay thinking about what he had just heard. He certainly had some feelings for Rob, there was no denying that, but was he really ready to admit to himself that he was gay? Even after what the two of them had just done together, this was something that he was not entirely comfortable with and needed to more time to consider. "Can we maybe just spend some time together and see what happens," he said, eventually.

"Sure," said Rob with a smile. "We can go as slow as you like. I'm just happy to have you around. Now though I think we had better get cleaned up a bit and get some sleep, otherwise neither of us will be fit for anything tomorrow."

End of part 3.

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