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Adam and Sam
Part 5 Days of Dread
It was just after five thirty. Adam and Sam were getting changed into their school uniforms. They had talked no stop once they left the pavilion. Not including the two mile run they were made to do they had spent almost forty long minutes at the hands of Jas and her cronies.
There was no doubt that they were both in pain from the beatings they had been given. Adam more so than Sam given the way that Jas had laid into him. However they tried, they could not dismiss the constant throbbing that remained in the seats of their snug fitting trousers.
The door to the locker room opened. "Well hello boys!"...Jees Sir! In the doorway stood Mr Jordon their games coach. "You look surprised" he said with a chuckle.
They had in fact thought it was the *janitor again. He had already been in to chase them up. He had amazingly entered the locker room just as the boys had put on their boxer briefs. He had made them to stand there in just their underwear while he lectured them for a full three minutes, labouring the point of them being on school premises after 5pm unsupervised. Safety, insurance, fire risk, etc, etc, etc. More to the point the pervert had spent two of those minutes stood behind them as he'd lectured them. The boys had been in no doubt that he had been getting a hard-on while he checked out their tight little arses and undressed bodies. They were only thankful they had just got their pants on. Had he seen the state of their bums. God only knows where they would be now ?
"From the state of your flushed faces (little did he know. Sam thought) it looks like you put in some hard work. I watched you do the two laps of the fields then you vanished" He stood with his arms outwards with open palms and raised eyebrows as if to say "well!"? Adam shot back..."Oh...yes sir! We got bored running around in circles so we did a bit of road running".
" Adam Green...You may be good at sport but when it comes to geometrics your hopeless..."Sir?" Said Adam (not getting it) Mr Jordon, smiled and sighed. "The playing fields are square boy, a circle does not have four sides" The boys laughed. Mr Jordon turned and pushed the swing doors open "Oh and Boys!" ..."Sir!" High Visibility Vests next time...now get off home before the janitor comes back ."Sir!, they shouted after him"
With the events that had taken place the boys had not checked their mobiles. It was when the subject of the picture texts came up they both fished out their phones. Each had an unread message. They looked at each other with dread. Sam said shit who's this from? They opened the messages.
Adam's msg: Hi handsome. Bring Sam home with you. He's staying over tonight. Love you xx mum.
Sam's msg: Hello MOTH? You will be staying with Adam 2nite. His mum will explain xx. MOTH? Sam mussed. Adam was about to speak "Yup, I know, staying at yours. They hi five'd! Causing their trousers to tighten. They both winced. Finished Dressing, gathered up their bags and headed home to Adam's house.
Arriving at Adam's house his mum was just on her way out. "My goodness...look at the pair of you, by the state of your puffy eyes you look like those colds are on the way (little did she know). "Hi mum, hi Mrs Green" the boys said. "I have to get the bus into town so can't stop. Dan is having a sleepover at a friends and going straight to school in the morning. I have left you a snack, will be about an hour and a half. Will get fish and chips on the way home. Must rush! Be good, bye! They said goodbye as she darted off calling back to Sam that his mum had brought his clothes round and they were on his bed.
At least they now had some private time to themselves. "Come on Sam, let's get sorted" said Adam somewhat wearily.
They got to Adams room after slipping their loafers off and depositing
their school and sports bags under the staircase. Took off their blazers and hung them on the desk chairs. "Jees Adam I'm dreading seeing what our arses look like" said Sam as he took off his shirt and tie. Adam's tie and shirt were off "Me too" he said. Undoing their school trousers they both carefully eased them down over their sore bums, folded them and placed them over the chairs. They both winced and let out small gasps as they eased their boxer briefs down and tossed them together on the floor. Then, both turned their backs to the mirror and started gently caressing (what they could now see) their very red and sore bum cheeks. "That bitch said Adam". Sam grabbed his arm to get his attention. Sam held a finger up to his lips. When Adam looked at him he made a zipping motion across his mouth. Getting the message, They both started a complete search of the room. No stone was left unturned as the two naked, red reared boys ensured the room was clean.
"That bitch" said Adam as they both again checked themselves out. "She really laid into me, sorry I screamed out mate when she did that to me" Sam wasn't listening really? He was busy pulling and prodding his own bum cheeks. Twisting and turning, trying to check the damage. "Tell you what Pal" taking Sam by the wrist he lead him toward the bathroom "Do I look like I want to have a wank?! Sam said light-heartedly. They checked the room. Adam plugged the bath and turned the taps on full. He poured in a generous amount of Radox bath soak.
As they stood naked, waiting for the bath to at least half fill Adam put his hand on the back of Sams head, pressed his fingers into his thick black hair then, guided his mouth to his, their lips joined and they kissed briefly, both tearing up, not for the first time that day.
The bathroom was steaming up. Adam checked the water temperature and they both, very gingerly, lowered themselves into the soothing hot water emitting oooohs and ahhhhs. There was a lot of air sucking between teeth as they steadily lowered their sore bums into the water. They soaked for ten minutes before drying off and feeling a lot less sore.
Back in the bedroom they both stood aggressively towelling their long hair unable to avoid watching one another's boy cocks and balls jiggle around under their efforts. Sam made Adam lay face down on his bed. Sam vanished for an instant then re-appeared with a tub of Moisturised Soothing Cream he had noticed on the bathroom shelf. Adam was laying with the side of his head resting on his hands facing Sam. His slender, naked body now relaxed. Sam sat on the edge of the bed, unable to stifle a giggle as he placed a dollop of cream on each of Adam's warm mounds making him hiss.
Almost immediately the cream turned to liquid as Sam gently spread it. Adam sighed and felt a trickle run down between his bum cheeks. Quickly realising it would mark the quilt Sam got Adam to lift up and placed a towel under his hips. He continued gently massaging . They eventually spoke calmly about their experience. What a callous cow Jas was. How Rene and Trish had enjoyed slippering them while agreeing they were under her (Jas's) influence. About how stupid they had been by having some sexual fun in the toilets. Sam told Adam what they had done to him in the kitchen. They began to accept their situation the more they talked about it. But, said how they feared what might be next, kind of agreeing that whatever it was it could not be worse than what they had just experienced.
During the conversation Sam had applied more cream. The whole of Adam's back and thighs glistened where both of Sam's hands had idly been massaging his body. He'd noticed Adam sigh when his fingertips had caressed between his bum cheeks and several times, deliberately lingered to make little circles over his boy hole. When Sams hand slid down between Adam's thighs. He had raised then lowered his hips allowing Sam to pull his half hard cock and balls down. Giving him access to them. Sam had gently played with the boy toys, teasing the foreskin on his cock back and forth gently. Adam was not hard but appreciated the attention his boy cock and balls were receiving.
The boys then changed places. Sam's own half hard cock had not escaped Adam. The towel was warm from Adams body as Sam took his place. Before resting his head on his hands he had reached down and pushed his boy parts down between his thighs which he kept slightly parted.
Adam placed the second towel on the bed before sitting down. Sam grunted as the cold cream contacted his hot bum then sighed as Adam's hands began massaging . Again the cream melted. It trickled between his bum cheeks. Adam paid quite a lot of attention to the red areas of Sam's bum while they talked they tried to figure out who the spy was. It could have been anyone. What they did firmly believe was that Dan must have been the only person who could have planted the voice recorder which had firmly sealed their fate.
They had stopped talking. Adam had also decided Sam's back deserved some attention. He stood up then straddled Sam placing his knees either side of
his slender thighs. Sam tensed again when the cold cream touched his skin. Starting with circles he spread the now, liquid all over Sam's back. Pushing his hands high onto his shoulders his soft balls pressed into Sam's hot bum. With each movement his balls and then his half hard cock rubbed up and down. At the end of each downward movement he pressed them between the hot boy cheeks. Sitting back on his haunches he reached between Sams legs, took his cock , pushed the foreskin over the head then caressed it between finger and thumb. He stopped when Sam became hard not wanting him to cum. Then climbed off the bed.
The boys decided to dress after wiping the excess cream off of each other. Fortunately Sams mum had left him a pair of his cargo shorts. They were wine coloured with gold trim on the front and back pockets and a pair of well washed pale blue boxer briefs so they were nice and soft plus his white polo shirt , espadrilles and white, short ankle socks.
Before dressing. Adam tidied the bathroom and put the tub of cream back. He dressed in a pair of loose white boxer briefs, blue polo and black knee length shorts. He wore his black espadrilles without socks.
They styled their hair, ate the snacks that had been left by Adam's mum. Then settled down to watch some TV. They sat hip to hip, thigh to thigh. It would be only another forty five before Adam's mum would be home with their comfort food: Fish and chips. They had already set the table in the kitchen.
Adam's mum came home and on seeing them told them how smart they both looked. They were also feeling much better and the soreness was wearing off. They sat in the kitchen exchanging banter with her, She had told Sam his mother had a meeting. Sam was being his usually cheeky self. Then ironically she said. "I was talking with your mum today Sam (he raised an eyebrow) and we agreed that it was about time you both got your hair trimmed up" "Oh Muuum, we like our hair like this" Adam whined. "Come on Adam" She said. "We are only asking you both to have tidy up. Besides, your father has been onto me about it, says you are starting to look like girl!" Sam nearly choked on a chip and laughed. "And...Sam's mum says she's not keen on his looking like one of those Omo's" The boys shrieked with laughter. They stood up, doubled up in laughter. She looked at the pair of them totally deadpan. "whaaaat...what's so funny" Adam composed himself (almost) "Mum!... It's...it's...EMO!...Not... OMO! They all laughed. The boys flopped onto their chairs followed with lots of ouches...oooohs and arghhhhs.
"What's up?" she said. Sam was quick (as usual) "Nothing Mrs Green...we just had a hard rugby match today and got a few hard knocks...nothing serious" "Yeh mum, we got dumped on our bums a few times, nothing serious" said Adam.
Adam's phone message tone sounded in his bedroom. The boys gave each other a knowing glance. Looking at Adam his mum said "Go on, pair of you , I know your itching to get your phone". The boys thanked her for the fish and chips and made off to the bedroom.
Full of trepidation they climbed the stairs. "God" said Sam "please don't let it be her!" Adam picked up his phone, they looked at each other and then, Adam looked up to the ceiling, Sam knew. It was Jas. ...
Hello boys. Friday tomorrow. New instructions. Sam's Locker tomorrow SB xx
They looked despairingly at each other. They were going to go out but decided they would stay in. They spent a while speculating but reached no conclusions. Whatever she had planned they hoped that further pain was not involved.
Adam's Dad came home from work. As they sat watching TV the subject of haircuts came up. And after a lot of ribbing from his dad and cajoling from his mum the boys agreed they would do so.
At 10pm the evening news came on the TV which Adam's dad insisted on watching. The boys decided to go to bed so, they said goodnight.
In the bedroom Adam slipped the bolt on the door. Sam stripped to his briefs then gently pulled them down and checked his bum in the mirror. Adam, Totally naked, followed suit. They were pleased to see that they were not as red as earlier while they exchanged their opinions on the matter. Sam pulled his briefs up then sat on his bed with all his attention on the naked Adam. Then to Sam's dismay Adam put on his favourite pair of soft pj bottoms. Sam was not disappointed as he still looked sexy.
Adam slipped the bolt off on the door now they were decent then played a CD on low volume, flicked on his bedside lamp, turned off the main light and then they chatted quietly as they lay on top of their beds.
It was about 11 o'clock when the bedroom door opened quietly. "Adam's mum let out a soft sigh on seeing them both face down, fast asleep and not under their quilts. She moved to turn off the lamp. The legs of Sams pants had ridden up slightly and she noticed a pinkish patch on each of his bum cheeks. Then she bent down and gave her own son a tender kiss on his cheek. The loose waist of his very worn pj bottoms had exposed the top of his bum where she noticed he also had some pinkish marks. She looked back and forth at both sleeping boys, gently touched Sam's hair and turned off the table light. She closed the door quietly as she left them, thinking! " The pains those boys go through in the name of rugby" then smiled proudly.
Somehow the boys had slept well. They were sitting on the edges of their beds talking about the pending message that was waiting in Sam's locker. Adam's morning erection had subsided (much to Sams dismay). Sam however, sat with both hands inside his pants playing with his balls with one hand and his erect cock with the other. Adam was shaking his head and about to call him a little perv again when. The door opened "morning boys" Adam's mum entered. Adam chuckled as Sam struggled briefly to remove his hands then pull the corner of his quilt across his lap. Adam and his mum exchanged a brief, knowing smile. "Um...um" She said throatily . Sam didn't know where to look as he blushed furiously, unable to look at her.
"Breakfast when your washed and dressed boys. That must have been some rugby match yesterday" even Sam managed to look up "judging by the marks I saw on your bums last night when I came in to turn the light off. It's criminal, I hope whoever did it got sent off". Sam cut in. "No Mrs Green. Nobody gets sent off in rugby for that. It's all part of the game. It's what makes us boys hard". Too late! Sam realised what he had just said. Adam's mum looked straight at him and said "oh! So that was what you were doing when I came in...playing... rugby" She raised an eyebrow at the blushing Sam, turned and left smiling wryly to the sound of Adam's laughter. Sam just sat with his mouth wide open.
After Adam had picked up the two pillows that Sam had thrown at him, telling him his mum had a serious problem and Realising they had gotten away with having to explain the marks on their behinds they checked themselves in the mirror. The soreness had gone and the redness had dulled to a barely visible shade of pink. Adam however was a bit redder in the area where Jas had laid into him and he still felt some pain. They ate breakfast, during which Sam was quieter than usual, trying to avoid eye contact with Adam's mum and not invite anymore comments about playing rugby?
Once Again, full of trepidation the boys set off to school.
They took the stairs to the locker rooms two at a time. Other kids shifted out of their way. There were only a couple of boys in the room. Sam fumbled with his key while Adam looked on anxiously. The door opened with a clatter. Sam picked up the envelope that had been pushed through the vent panel in the door. Looking around, they saw only one boy now sitting on a bench whom they had seen before, he was about 12/13, a year or so behind them. He was fumbling in his school bag but kept glancing at Sam and Adam. "shouldn't you be off to class?" Adam said in a friendly way. With that he picked up his back and left.
Adam hurried Sam to open the envelope which he did. It contained only one A5 sheet. Sam began to read.
Scribbled in pencil:
Hello Boys, hope your cute little bums are not too sore. The girls and I enjoyed seeing you nearly naked...it was very nice. We did not realise that boys could cry so hard.
Today is Friday of course! Friday's are a special day in my house so! My mum has invited you both round for tea. Well, that is what you are going to tell your parents. That shouldn't be too difficult as Adam's mum thinks we have a thing going.
You'll both like my mum, she has a thing for boys as you will see.
5 o'clock. Arrive Together my house. 7 Cedar Grove
Wear school tracksuits, trainers, no socks oh, and wear some nice pants. You can wear your nice grey ones Adam. There will be something nice on the menu? P.s Eat before you come, if you've got an appetite. Lol!
Sees ya! SB
"What has she got planned now?" Sam said. "Not more running!...At least her mother likes boys so I guess that's a bonus. But what`s with the pants bit?" Adam said and then stayed quiet...thinking??????
After another uneasy morning, break time came around. The boys spent it trying to fathom aout what she had planned but drew no conclusions.
Lunchtime arrived. The boys sat at a picnic table outside the school dining room eating their packed lunches. Adam phoned his mum:
"Hi mum...yes...yes...we are enjoying our lunches...He held the phone away from his ear (she was laughing)...note!...what note?...In the bottom of Sams lunchbox...Right ...yes he's looking for it ..He nodded at Sams lunchbox . Sam started looking in the box...mum listen...Me and Sam have been invited to tea at a friends house tonight is it...Oh!...oh right...she did...right...ok ...and you phoned Sam's mum and told her ok mum see you later. Tell Sam what?...he looked at Sam and laughed and said goodbye to her.
Sam found the yellow post it note folded in half, read it and looked skywards.
"That scheming little cow" Adam hissed. "What Said Sam" She must have waited until we left for school and then went and spoke to my mum". Who? Said Sam...who!?...Jas of course! She went round my house to see if it was alright for us to go to hers! Conniving cow!
"Anyway " said Sam "What did your mum say to tell me" " She said to tell yoooooooou she washed your sports kit and your clothes and...and". Adam was in stitches ..."and to say...nice pants! Then nearly fell of the bench.
"I tell you mate! Your mum has got a problem said Sam" tears were streaming down Adams face now. "Why Sam? what's the problem?" Sam tossed him the note, Adam opened the post it. When he read it he split his sides with uncontrollable laughter. It read:
WILL YOU BE PLAYING RUGBY AT SCHOOL TODAY! I HAVE PUT A PAPER NAPKIN IN YOUR LUNCHBOX JUST IN CASE xx Lol
The note from Jas was forgotten as they went back into school laughing!
But it did not last too long...
To be continued...
*(In some British schools the janitor gets pretty much the same respect as a teacher would)