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JAMES COMES OF AGE
CHAPTER 43 - Prelude - Alan, Craig and Brandon
Author's Note - This is one of a series of chapters where there will be additional stories about some of the characters encountered in the main series. They will be chronologically related to a main story, with preludes giving background to characters that we have met, interludes between main stories, and postludes containing the story after the character has left the main story.
This prelude is the background to characters introduced in chapter 6.
One afternoon a week, there was a time marked in the school timetable simply as 'Activities'. This allowed the pupils a chance to do something non-academic. About half the year was involved with the cadets, while others helped with the school's community outreach project. Neither of these options really appealed to 15-year-old Alan Lennox. It was the first day of the new school year and Alan was sat looking at the list of options, and nothing jumped out at him as something to do for the next year. Then he noticed, down at the bottom of the list, 'Theatre Team'. It sounded like there would be two teams involved - one dealing with tech, and one dealing with props and costumes. This sounded like something he could do - especially on the props and costumes side of the team. He ticked the box and handed the form in to the teacher.
Just under a week later, Alan went along to the theatre on Activities afternoon. When he arrived, he saw his friends Brandon Williams and Craig Barker, along with three boys he didn't know that well. There were also two teachers.
"Ah, excellent, everyone is here," said Mr Cole, one of the teachers. "Now, there are not many of you, so Mrs Selwood and I have decided that we can give you the chance to choose which team you want to work with, rather than having one big team and splitting as we need. Obviously, if everyone wants to do the same thing, we will need to allocate you. I will be looking after the tech team, and Mrs Selwood will look after the other team. Could you please stand over my me for tech, and by Mrs Selwood for props."
Alan immediately moved over to stand in front of Mrs Selwood. He was joined only by Brandon and Craig.
"That worked out really well," Mr Cole said. "It looks like we are sorted. If the tech boys could follow me, I will leave props and costume in Mrs Selwood's capable hands."
The tech team left through a small door that led up to the lighting box, whilst Mrs Selwood took her team through the auditorium, up onto the stage and through some large doors off the wings on one side of the stage. This led into a large loading dock with a small door off to one side next to the main external access, and a partitioned off area opposite the door with gap giving access. It was also horribly messy.
"We haven't had a team to look after this for a while," Mrs Selwood began. "This is going to take some time to sort out. For today, we'll have a look around and see what is what in here, then make a start on things next week."
The three boys and their teacher went round the backstage area. There were three main rooms - the scenery bay, which was the large main room, the props store, which was the partitioned off area in the scenery bay, and finally the costume store, with was upstairs though the small door next to the big, main doors. That afternoon they just took stock of what was there and began to make a plan of what needed doing, which began with sorting things out into the correct areas as there were props in the costume area, and costume all over.
Next week, Activities afternoon rolled round, and Alan met Brandon and Craig at the back of the theatre. Mrs Selwood let them in, then said that she had marking to do, and would be in her classroom if they needed her. There was a box for any costumes that needed to be washed, but things should be hung up inf they were not too dirty. There was also a bin to deposit costume and props that were too badly damaged for reuse. The three boys set too and managed to make some progress. Mrs Selwood turned up just before the end of the day to let them go.
The following week, the pattern repeated, with Mrs Selwood leaving the boys to their own devices for the afternoon, only appearing at the start and end of the session. This left the three 15-year-olds to get on with things at their own pace. It also left them time to talk to each other.
"Can I let you guys know something," Craig said, after a bit of a lull in conversation, whilst they were sorting one of the props boxes. Alan and Brandon grunted in agreement. "I wanted you two to know, as I spend quite a lot of time with you, but I'm fairly sure that I'm gay."
Alan, who had had a crush on Craig for a while, hardened at this.
"Wow, OK, I wasn't expecting that, but cool. I think I am as well," Alan said.
Both Alan and Craig turned to Brandon.
"Yeah, me too," the ginger boy said.
"I can't believe all of us are gay, and none of us said anything before now," said Craig, and they all smiled.
That evening at bedtime, Alan lay in his bed and had a vigorous wank thinking about Craig. He had jerked off thinking about his friend before, as he found Craig's body, which was muscular from time spent in the gym, very attractive and, whilst changing for sports, had noticed a nice size bulge in Craig's boxers. This time it was different - it wasn't just jacking off thinking about what he'd like. Craig was gay. There may be a chance that he would fuck Alan. His wank reached the inevitable, but still deeply pleasurable, conclusion, and Alan cleaned up and went to sleep.
In school that week, nothing happened, but Alan did start looking at Craig in a new light. Whilst Brandon had also come out, Alan did not find his other friend as attractive as Craig.
Activities afternoon came round again, and the usual pattern of the boys being left continued.
"After what we all said last week," Craig said, "I have a question. Have either of you done anything with another boy?"
"No, have you?" Alan answered as Brandon shook his head.
"No, which is why I was thinking of something," said Craig.
"What was that?" asked Alan.
"Just that we have all this time, no one comes in here, I was wondering if you boys wanted to...kind of...experiment."
"Er...yeah!" Alan said, excitedly.
"Why not," replied Brandon.
"I was thinking if anything gets dirty, we just throw it in the box for washing this week. Shall we start with wanking each other?"
This question was answered by Alan and Brandon both starting to undo their trousers.
"I'll take that as a yes then," said Craig, joining in.
The boys had all opened their shirts and dropped their trousers, revealing their underwear. Alan's cock was hidden in his red briefs, Craig's inside his tight, buttoned boxers, whilst Brandon's erection was visible though his open fly boxers. There was a damp spot on Alan's light coloured briefs where the pre-cum was already leaking.
"On three?" Craig suggested.
This was it, the big moment. Alan would get to see Craig's cock.
"One...two...THREE!"
In unison, the boys pushed their underwear down, releasing their cocks. Brandon's was average sized - about six-and-half inches, Alan's slightly longer at just under seven inches. For Alan, Craig's cock was somewhat of a disappointment - whilst the thickest of the three, it was shorter than Brandon's, being only six inches long. It seemed to Alan that Craig's shaft just hardened, without getting any longer. Despite this, Alan began to jerk Craig off when Craig suggested they all wank to boy to their right which, for Alan, was Craig.
This was the first time that Alan got his hands on another boy's junk. Craig felt warm and hard in his hand, and Alan didn't do much to begin with - just enjoyed the feeling of being able to hold a cock other than his own. Brandon on the other hand, who was jerking Alan off, seemed to want to get down to business immediately. Alan was somewhat disconcerted by Brandon's wanking technique - rather than the full hand grip that he himself preferred, Brandon used just his thumb and index finger in a ring to wank Alan.
As the other boys had both started, Alan too set to his task. It was not horrible jacking Craig off, it was just not what Alan's fantasies of this situation had been. He had thought that a boy with as obvious a flaccid penis as Craig had would have had a more impressive erection. He would have to revise his fantasies of being fucked by Craig's big, thick cock. Oh, the girth was there, but not the length. Despite his disappointment, and Brandon's (to Alan) unorthodox technique, the situation was sexually charged enough that Alan was going to get off. He could feel Craig getting closer even as his own orgasm built.
It was Craig who, in the end, came first. Alan felt the Craig's orgasm through the boy's cock - the pulsing as he brought his friend off and Craig's cum soared up and hit his muscled torso. Through all this, Craig kept up his masturbation of Brandon, and soon both Brandon and Alan followed Craig in loosing their seed over their bodies.
"Wow," said Brandon, as they came down from their orgasmic highs, "I never expected to do that in school."
"You never know, we may be able to do more," suggested Craig. "I can't wait to be fucked."
"Me neither," said Brandon.
"Looks like you will have a choice," Craig said to Alan.
As they cleaned themselves up, Alan could see that his thoughts about Craig were confirmed, as the boy's cock just went from erect to flaccid with little change in size. He was a little annoyed as it seemed that both Brandon and Craig wanted to be fucked. Alan was also a bottom, which meant that it looked like he wouldn't be getting any, at least with this group.
The rest of the afternoon was spent doing what they were actually supposed to be doing. There was no more comment about what happened earlier, other than the suggestion of 'Same next week?' from Craig at the end of the afternoon.
On his walk home, Alan did something totally out of character. He stopped at a small corner shop on the way home where he would occasionally buy himself a can of drink on a hot day. This time, he glanced at the magazines in their wrappers on the top shelf of the racks. There was plenty of choice for those interested in the naked female form, but nothing for those, like Alan, who would got excited by naked men. Suddenly, he saw one, poking out from behind another girl focussed issue. Glancing around, Alan grabbed the magazine and hid it under his blazer. He darted out of the shop and, as nonchalantly as he could, continued on his walk home. Stopping in a park that he passed through, he slipped the magazine into his backpack. He would make sure to steer clear of that shop for a while.
When he got home, he got the magazine out of his backpack and hid it under his mattress for later perusal. His bed time wank this evening was enlivened by both remembrances of the afternoon and the images in the magazine. He stowed the magazine under his pillow overnight, intending to return it to the hiding place under the mattress in the morning.
Waking next morning, the first thing Alan did was to put the magazine back in hiding for the day. As he picked it up, it fell open, not at the pictures, but at the adverts at the back. Alan's eye was immediately caught by an advert for dildos and butt-plugs for mail-order delivery. It seemed that the dildo's were available in several lengths and girths. The prices seemed reasonable as well, and they would take cash. How was he going to order one. He was not often the first person home, so he couldn't count on being able to smuggle it up to his room when it got delivered.
Alan thought on this problem all day. Having seen what was possible, he really wanted to order something safe to stick up his ass if he wasn't going to get proper sex from another boy. It was only when walking home that realisation dawned - he needed to ask one of his friends if he could have the package delivered to their house. It would also need to be the right friend - and that meant either Craig or Brandon. If someone else opened the package he couldn't predict what the consequences would be.
It was not until the next week that he was able to ask Craig and Brandon. As it happened, it was after a reply of the events of the previous week, apart from this time Alan got to jerk Brandon and get wanked off by Craig. After they had finished, Alan asked if either would be able to receive a package for him. Brandon wasn't able to help, but Craig could. Alan noted down Craig's address and, the next day on the way to school, sent off the order and money. He chose a model that was about the size he had imagined Craig to be, in black as it was cheaper than flesh coloured. And then he waited.
It was nearly two weeks before Craig said that the package had arrived. They arranged a hand over for the activities afternoon, as they would bring their bags, and no-one would notice the swap.
That day, Brandon was not in school, so it was just Craig and Alan in the costume store, which, following their efforts, was looking a lot cleaner. Craig handed the package over to Alan.
"As I did a favour for you, could you do a favour for me," he asked.
"Sure, I guess," Alan answered.
"I didn't want to ask with Brandon around, but could we do a bit more this afternoon. Possibly you fuck me."
"I'll give it a go."
There was a sawhorse that was sometimes used for the construction of set elements for the theatre, which Craig lead Alan over to.
"I'll just bend over this, and you can do me from behind."
Alan could not say much to this, as Craig was already undoing his trousers. Despite his reluctance to fuck, Alan found himself hardening. Craig was a very attractive boy.
"Ready when you are," Craig said, holding his buttocks apart to give Alan easy access.
Alan moved close and pulled down his trousers and brief round his thighs. He took aim, and attempted entry. He found it more difficult than he had thought it would be to get his cock into his friend's ass. After some struggling, he managed. Craig was groaning - Alan didn't know if in pleasure or pain, so he gently built up speed. The noises that Craig was making were changing. Now it was certainly noises of pleasure. The tightness round Alan's cock was more than any of the three hands that had jerked him off had provided. It was like being wanked, but all over his cock at the same time. He could just imagine what it would be like later when he took his new purchase for a spin.
Craig was now bucking his hips back into Alan's fucking. His grunts were becoming more urgent, before, with a cry of pleasure, he shot his load over the floor and wall in front of him. As he did so, his sphincter clenched round Alan's cock, sending more pleasure through the 15-year-old who responded by sending six shots of spunk into his friend's ass.
They separated, sated for now.
"Oh God, I need to do that again," Craig said. "It'll be difficult if Brandon is around though."
"Yeah, it was good," replied Alan, who was thinking more about being fucked.
"Better clean this floor," said Craig.
Alan managed to get the box home and into his room without detection. He unwrapped it carefully. As well as the dildo, there was a small, free bottle of lube and, to Alan's surprise but eventual relief, guidance for use of the dildo.
No wonder it had not felt so good earlier - there was no lube!
At bed time that evening, Alan carefully prepared himself, then, with one hand manipulating the dildo, and the other on his cock, he began to fuck himself.