It Was All Shakespeare's Fault, Part Four
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In Adrian's bedroom we shared his last Consulate Menthol cigarette, which we stubbed out and then flicked into next door's garden. We lay on our backs on his single bed and stared at the ceiling, just listening to the Beethoven String Quartet on the tinny speakers balanced on his desk. And that's when I kissed him. That was my first overtly homosexual act. All my confusion, all my fear of rejection, all my social dislocation, all my self-doubt was bundled in that moment, in that kiss on his smooth and pretty cheek.
Adrian gave a brief hesitation before he rolled towards me on his bed, looked carefully into my eyes and kissed me properly. Now we opened mouths and our tongues wrestled deliciously. I held him tightly in my arms and ran my hands down his back onto his buttocks. I pulled him tight towards me and opened my legs as I rolled onto my back; suddenly I could feel his penis through his clothes against mine.
God, was that what it was like? His member rubbed alongside mine and I yearned for contact and knowledge: I wanted to know all about him. Adrian, still kissing, thrust against me powerfully and I felt the hard rod of his penis roughly butting against me. He was as sexually excited as I was. Now would be the right time.
I sort of rolled him off me and lay him down on the bed so I could get a hand to his front. Now I undid his belt, unclipped his trousers, pulled up his shirt and undid his zip. Plenty of time for him to react; to say `no', or to push my hand away. But he lay there and he allowed me.
My hands were trembling, I was rigid with excitement. This would be the first time I had ever touched another boy sexually.
I placed my hand onto his underpants and felt the hard ridge of his penis flat against his stomach, It felt powerful, potent and yet almost vulnerable hidden away there. I gave it a bit of a rub while I embraced him once more and he pressed his tongue deep into my mouth. Now I slipped my fingers under the waistband of his underpants, slid my hand down and touched his willy. Hot, hard and immensely exciting. My fingers traced the shaft to his scrotum, then up to the glans. I don't know how long it was, not terribly long I'm sure, but to me it seemed absolutely enormous.
He was uncircumcised and the beneath the encircling skin, the rim of his glans felt very precise to my exploring fingers. Below the corona, I felt his shaft smooth and soft with skin that just asked to be tugged back and forth. I did so, and Adrian grunted in enjoyment.
I wrapped my fingers round this lovely warm stick and wanked him gently while we kissed. The Beethoven was just finishing and Adrian was just starting.
Adrian was pulling me tighter to him now, and his tongue was pressed firmly into my mouth. He was more excited than I thought. I lifted my head from his mouth and glanced over to the bedside table. The alarm clock read 3.45. Beneath me, Adrian looked up too. "The earliest anyone will be back is five" he whispered. Plenty of time.
I pushed his trousers down over his left hip, and then over his right. Now I pressed his underpants down, and he lifted his hips obligingly for me to push them down to around his knees.
God he was beautiful! His alabaster skin, light brown pubic hair and rampant cock were so beautiful to me. Looking down, I marvelled at his pointed penis aimed directly up towards me. I had to do something to disarm this potent missile.
I kissed him gently on the cheek and just thought for a moment. Would I? Did I dare? I wasn't sure, and just kept wanking him gently while I deliberated.
I decided that I'd try it. I really wanted to. I smiled at him rather nervously and slithered down the bed towards his naked groin. Adrian watched me do so. Had someone done this before to him, or had he done it to someone else?
I lifted up his penis and gave it another little wank while I examined it lustfully. Holding it just a little way up from his stomach, I slid my head down, opened my mouth and slid his penis between my lips.
Adrian gave a long `ooh' and lay rigid on the bed. Soft and hard, I felt the skin ride up and down over his glans as I caressed him with my tongue and lips. In my mouth, he felt much bigger and I wasn't convinced that I could have pleased a larger cock without catching him with my teeth. I slid in as much as I could, back and forth, back and forth. Adrian exhaled, but remained tense.
I sucked and wanked and licked eagerly, lasciviously. This is what I had long dreamed of.
Adrian was beginning to move with me now, pressing his hips upwards and thrusting himself towards my mouth. He ran his hand through my hair and down onto my shoulder, but soon it came back to be placed on the back of my head forcing me harder onto his penis. My saliva was running everywhere, and I was afraid I was spoiling it for him, but when I felt his stomach muscles beginning to tighten beneath my head, I knew I wasn't spoiling it at all.
His hidden glans was hot within my mouth and I could feel the soft foreskin running between my lips and tongue. This slight, young, musical boy was powerful and almost violent in my mouth. His other hand now gripped the bedcover beside him and he started to make little rhythmic groans as he entered me. He was going to come any moment. And I willed him to, I wanted to serve him, to receive from him and be made complete by him.
"God! Yes!"
And as he thrust at me, there was a little extra fluid in my mouth.
"Now!"
A squirt, a moment, and then a bigger squirt into my mouth as Adrian thrust and pressed into me. His body jerked and flicked with his stomach muscles going rigid as he pressed my mouth hard onto his penis. He grunted and roared wordlessly as he erupted into my mouth; it was slightly sweet and slightly salty, but there seemed to be gallons of it and I felt a dribble escape my mouth onto my cheek. It didn't taste like mine.
Three or four more declining squirts and he began to subside, the crisis over and the moment passing. I swallowed some and spat some into my hanky. I sat up and cleaned my lips and face carefully before turning to look at him. He lay supine with one hand turned behind his head. On his face was an expression of deep personal satisfaction and his eyes were half closed in pleasured repose.
"Okay?"
"Fabulous. Just fab." He smiled and gave a sort of wriggle, getting deeper in the bad covers. I looked down at his naked groin, his willy was still fully erect on his hard, white stomach and there was a bead of semen at the eye of his glans inside the circling foreskin. With the cleanest bit of my hanky, I carefully wiped it off.
"Come down here" he breathed.
I lay down alongside him and we kissed lightly as I stroked my hand across his lovely body. I knew what I wanted and I think he did too. He half lifted his hip, turning away from me and I slid my hand around onto his buttock. Lovely muscled, scalloped and entirely hairless bum. My heart was thumping so hard, I was almost shaking with excitement. I trailed my fingers down and cupped his buttock in my hand. I didn't know how to go about this; I knew what I wanted, but couldn't imagine how to achieve it.
Adrian helped me understand by rolling onto his side completely and hollowing his back towards me. The pretty globes of his flesh pressed against the front of my school trousers. He reached around behind himself and tugged the grey fabric. "Take them down."
There it was. An invitation. Slightly surprised, I hesitated for a second before fumbling with my belt. I was going to satisfy my disgusting lust with this beautiful boy.
But in those seconds, that "ecstasy of fumbling", Adrian abruptly half sat up on the bed. Stiff and still for a moment with his eyes open wide in surprise. There was the slightest creak somewhere else in the house.
He span off the bed, up and running before even managing to pull up his pants. I remember well his still stiff penis waggling from side to side as he crossed the bedroom pulling up his clothes. I re-hitched my belt and leapt up off the bed, looking around desperately for a `safe' or innocent place to be.
Adrian stuffed most of his shirt back into his trousers and zipped up his flies, and opened the door quickly. I sat at the desk and crossed my legs to try and hide my stiff dick.
"I thought you were going to Stella's house." Hard, abrupt almost accusing.
I couldn't see who Adrian was talking to, but I guessed it was his younger sister. Marion would have been about twelve at the time and although I had seen her, and she had been pointed out to me, we hadn't actually met. I heard her footsteps as she climbed to the top stair.
"Did. Stella got a nose bleed and had to go and rest, so I came home." She sounded fed up.
"Who's in there?" Marion was on the landing now and trying to look passed Adrian to see who else was in his room.
"None of your business. A friend; called Nick."
"Hello Nick!" She called beyond Adrian's blocking body.
"Hello!" I called back. I stood up carefully and glanced down. My penis had deflated sufficiently for me to be decent, so I took a couple of steps to the door and looked over Adrian's shoulder and met the inquisitive eyes of his little sister.
Small, slim, fair. Not quite blonde like Adrian, and a bit plain.
"What are you two doing?"
"Listening to Beethoven."
"Why?"
"Because! Now go and do your homework" Adrian ordered. She poked out her tongue and turned across the landing to open another door, presumably to her bedroom. Adrian closed his bedroom door behind him and leant against it. He sagged slightly and closed his eyes.
"She's so bloody nosy."
I chuckled. "Better put Beethoven on again!"
"Good point"
Adrian did so and glided in front of me as the opening phrase rasped from the pathetic speakers. "Now what?" He whispered, standing just inches in front of me. Now he hummed along with the main theme. He put his hands on my hips, brushing forward against me and I felt myself starting to erect again. And just as Adrian's hands began to slide inwards to the fastenings of my trousers, there was a thump on the door. "Do you want a cup of tea?"
We sprang apart and Adrian's shoulder sagged properly this time. "No! And go away!"
Awkward pause.
"I think I'd better go."
He nodded glumly. "Probably best."
He brightened quickly "Come round tomorrow. She's got violin until six at Chasemore's."
"I can't. We're going away for a wedding in Chelmsford."
"What, a wedding on Friday?"
"No, Saturday. But it's an early one, so we are going there straight after rehearsal on Friday and staying over."
"Next week, then - Monday. She won't be here, she's got a school outing to Ely or somewhere"
"Okay."
We kissed again, deeply and lusciously. I was still unsatisfied and desperate for sexual release and I ground against him. But I was sensible enough to know that it wasn't going to happen there that afternoon. Adrian came downstairs with me as I left, and I could feel my enlarged penis swinging from side to side as I descended. It was going to need some attention.
I often used to get `blue balls', that awful gnawing ache in the testicles that seems to follow a period of erection without ejaculation. The only remedy I knew was to achieve release before the ache could set in. Without a compliant partner (or even with one, if you are disturbed by his rotten little sister) masturbation as soon as possible was the only solution.
We passed the kitchen and Marion poked her head out "Bye Nick". And she watched carefully as Adrian opened the door to let me out.
I left Adrian's house and walked towards home, crossing the area of woodland that divided the newer estate from the old town. This was well used by dog walkers, but still dense enough to hide yourself in if you needed to.
I worked my way into the deepest part and found a tiny patch of ferns between the trees and brambles. I stood and waited, listening for any sound intently. There was the angry clatter of a jay somewhere away to one side, and I could hear a blackbird closer to hand, but nothing else.
I got it out. It felt thick, heavy and enormously powerful. I looked around carefully to make sure I was still alone and slowly flattened a few of the ferns to lie down on the green carpet.
I listened as carefully as I could; no noise at all. I lay there thinking to myself "I did it! I sucked him off. I really did it!" I couldn't get the thought out of my mind. I had taken the enormously exciting step of having a sexual episode with another boy. Using modern terms, I would have said it was `empowering', as I was able to comprehend my sexuality and the privileges it gave me; I was made powerful and daring through it.
So now I wanked, thinking of Adrian. I pushed my trousers down to my knees and played with myself briefly, before taking my willy determinedly in my right hand and pulling the ruffled skin back and forth on the shaft. I'm circumcised of course, and if I lifted my penis up from body, I could see the deep red glans like a potent, fleshy toadstool in this silent woodland. I thought of Adrian's willy in my mouth and knew I'd come soon.
When I'm as excited as this, I deliberately try to slow the hand action down, to really enjoy the orgasm. But this time, I just came fast. I tipped up onto my left hip as I came to spray the semen away from my body. The strong jet hit the fern stalks that surrounded me. Another squirt, and another, lessening in power and dribbling onto the leaf litter. Still lying on my side, I pulled my already mucky hanky out of my trouser pocket to wipe my hand and cock. And as I did so, I looked at ground level, between the upright fern stalks at a pair of shoes less than five yards away.
They were female shoes. Sensible, outdoor walking shoes. And they were facing me. Above the shoes was a pair of legs disappearing behind the ferns, and I think I could make out a tweed skirt too.
I froze. What could I do? I'd been caught wanking. In public! What could I do? I glanced down and started to pull my trousers back up. Struggling to cover myself, I looked in the direction of the feet again – and they had gone! She'd gone!
I struggled up to my knees and tucked myself in properly and did up my trousers while looking about desperately into the surrounding thickets. I couldn't see anyone; I knew I hadn't imagined it. She'd gone.
What had she seen? Had she realised what I was doing? Was she on her way to the police now?
I flew out of the wood and hurried home quickly, pausing behind the stable block to try and compose myself before calling out to Mum and letting myself in at the kitchen door.
I walked towards school with a tight knot of paralysing fear in my stomach. At every turn I expected to be confronted by a police car and t be accused loudly and in public of masturbating – in public. But there was nothing; no car, no men in blue uniforms anywhere. I felt as though I'd hardly slept, I was so terrified that my disgusting, homosexual testosterone overdose would be exposed. At school prayers and assembly I waited for the Headmaster to announce that he had received a very grave complaint et cetera, but nothing happened at all. Some of the fear I felt dissipated, partly replaced by a kind of ridiculous euphoria. Had I got away with it?
There were no other formalities that day, and the headmaster passed me by with a pleased and pleasant smile. There had been no evidence placed against me. Whoever those shoes belonged to had not made a complaint as far as I was aware. Astonished and astounded, I felt I had been elevated to a sort of `fire proof' status by whatever gods and deities control sex, masturbation and overall lewdness. I'd got away with it!
The day was spent largely in dress rehearsal, as we had just one week before the opening night the following Friday.
I was getting dressed in my underwear in the wardrobe store under the stage. I'd tried to hide myself away in the corner between the racks of clothing because I didn't want to expose what I was wearing to everyone. I only had my school shirt on when Adrian appeared at my side. He didn't kiss me or hug me or anything because there were other boys in partial view, but he looked down my front quite carefully and interestedly.
"Didn't know what you'd be wearing under that tent." He spoke quietly and looked around carefully just in case someone might overhear.
"So I thought you might like these." And he produced a little, flat, white layer of material which he passed to me as surreptitiously as he could. I took whatever they were and Adrian ran his hand around my middle, under my shirt. I loved the feel of his hand on my naked skin, and I gave a little gasp. The lovely hand slid away and Adrian left unobtrusively. I looked down to see that I was holding a tiny pair of white bikini briefs. Alone again now, I glanced about rather nervously before slipping the panties on. They felt smooth wonderfully and cool. Being low cut, they didn't do much good in holding my penis and testicles in check, but when I drew on the girdle over the top, the soft fabric of the panties stopped the bottom hem of the girdle cutting in so cruelly. In fact, it all felt lovely.
I finished by clipping up my sister's grey stockings (because they weren't quite so thick and hot), bra, shift and dress before presenting myself to Mrs Trellis for lacing-up (who had a good fondle of my bottom as he did so) and then for make-up and wig at the table occupied by Mrs French and her companion.
"Sit please Wyatt!"
Mrs French started out lightly but strictly efficient as was her wont, selecting a rather shapeless light brown wig from the box before her. She fitted it securely to my head, sat back and sort of squinted at me while turning her head at an angle.
"No. Not really" opined her companion. "Doesn't really suit, does it Angie?"
Mrs French coughed crossly, and her companion sat up and blushed,
"Sorry." She whispered.
Mrs French bustled up "Let's try the brunette, Wyatt!" And she plonked a longer length wig in jet black on my head instead.
"Oh, that's better!"
Mrs French brightened. "Yes. Yes, I think so too. Congratulations, Juliet! You're a natural brunette!" And they both chuckled.
"Now, make-up. Shuffle over to me, please Juliet." This came from Mrs French's unnamed companion. "Actually no, come round the table and sit over here so I can reach you more easily."
I did as I was bidden and as Mrs French was called away to discuss something with Mr Gibson, this lady did my make-up. She looked to be about the same age as Mrs French, but with darker hair and skin tone, plus almost `Buddy Holly' type glasses and wavy black hair. She wore a hounds tooth suit and pale pink blouse fastened at the neck with a sort of clip. I'd never seen anything like it before; it reminded me of a tie pin or bar, but for ladies. And it pointed north-south instead of east west. It seemed to be made of a matt black material with a cluster of bright diamond-like jewels at the top, I was quite taken with it. I wondered again who exactly this very pleasant lady was.
Whoever she was, she was the opposite of Mrs French. She chatted away casually as she applied a light layer of theatrical make-up.
"Let's have slap of pancake here first. What a lovely complexion you have; you're a lovely looking boy, y'know. Done much acting before?"
"No, Miss. Actually none."
"Well I watched you on Wednesday and I thought you were just super! Keep still, mascara next. Lovely eyelashes!"
I was completely nonplussed.
"Now we're going to add some rouge – just here, and here – to give your cheekbones a bit of emphasis. Not that they really need it. Close yer eyes." Pause, I sat statue still and closed my eyes.
"Now I'm going to be here for the first night and for Saturday night, but after that, you're going to have to do your own make-up. So look and learn!" And to emphasise her point she slapped the outside of both my thighs at once and my knees clapped together. I sat up and paid direct and specific attention to her.
"That's better! And you'd better try to remember to keep your knees together when you sit down, young lady. I know it doesn't matter in a dress this long, but if you ever wear a shorter skirt," and here, she raised one eyebrow just briefly, "you'll need to." And she smiled the smile of an accomplice, a friend.
"Now, remember what I'm doing to you and you'll be perfect when you do it to yourself – your makeup! If you see what I mean." This was getting both confusing and slightly embarassing.
"Love your figure in the dress, by the way. You're awfully convincing. Got a girlfriend coming to see you?"
"No. Well, actually I haven't-"
"Well, all the boys will be after you then. And lipstick. Pucker up a bit, Juliet. Lovely!"
"There. I think you look terrifically attractive. But don't tell her I said that! Right, I've got to do the next one, I think it's Lady Capulet or maybe it's the other one. But you and I need a little time together to perfect your feminine walk and sitting down behaviour, you know what I mean!" I made to get up from the chair.
"Knees together, and swivel the hips – not the shoulders! Come back and see me later."
Another completely incomprehensible situation! What had I learned from this solicitous woman? Was she somehow attached to Mrs (Angela!) French and was I not supposed to know?
I felt that I was almost at sea in a gender-mixed ocean where you couldn't quite depend on anything and where anyone could be whoever they wanted. I wasn't worried or concerned; in fact, I quite liked it.
I left the make-up table and wandered off to find a mirror in the loos.
Goodness gracious me! There was a perfectly beautiful girl smiling back at me from the mirror! And as I moved, she moved, too. I wiggled and her long, black, curly hair shimmied about her pretty shoulders. I wiggled my bottom, and her hips swayed perfectly.
I tried a line.
"Romeo, Romeo. Wherefore art thou, Romeo?"
"It is the east, and Juliet is the sun!"
Hugh turned the corner behind me and wrapped me in his Romeo arms.
"You look good enough to eat!"
And he gave me a quick kiss
I almost melted when he did that. Oh goodness, how I lusted after him. I certainly didn't have to invent any affection between our characters; if Hugh had bidden, I would have submitted eagerly. On stage, anywhere, there and then.
But he didn't ravish me. Instead, we did our dress rehearsal. And actually, it wasn't bad at all.
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