Author: Mike Darwin Joss and the Happy Mistake Pt3
I left Brett's, with a certain air of self satisfaction and rode home at a leisurely pace. I'd heard some of the boys refer to Brett's place as his "yard". But it was earning its place in my mind as the "pleasure yard". I'd gone from no sex life at all, to being the receptacle for seven fit as fuck scally mean boys, to empty the contents of their hairy ballsacs into. Counting the number of cocks and loads of fuckslop I'd consumed was going to be a thing of the past very soon.
Once home and in my room, I got ready for bed. I slowly drifted into the arms of Morpheus, I saw; Brett, Kyle, Cole, Eddie, and the brothers, Mark and Daniel, oh yeah, and I nearly forgot Jam. I pictured each one in turn, how their cunt pumpers looked, smelled and tasted. Come to think of it, the only other bare skin I'd seen was Brett and Kyle's chests. All I'd seen of the rest, was the business area. I hoped I would be seeing a lot more of their flesh soon. I can't deny that although Brett's white gold , as I already said, would have been enough, the introduction of the rest of the crews slimy contributions was a welcome addition. I was happy to be the crew cumsucker, but Brett would always be my God, my Lord and Master.
My fully functioning circadian rhythm poked at my consciousness until it stirred into action. I woke with a bit of a start. Checking the time as soon as my eyes were open, I saw that it was 7:30am. Brett hadn't told me what time to get to his yard, he just said "early". I figured that he, and whoever was sleeping off the nights alcohol and drugs, wouldn't be getting up anytime soon. I decided 8am would be early enough, considering it was Sunday. After dressing, I downed a bowl of cornflakes and made my way to the "pleasure yard". I anticipated a degree of debris worthy of a bunch of fucked up adolescents.
I wasn't expecting anyone to be up and about, so I was a little surprised when I heard music as I got to the door. I knocked and waited. Brett yelled out to come in. Shock and amazement joined surprise when I saw that the place was reasonably clean and tidy. The air was filled with the aroma of strong coffee. Brett was sitting at the breakfast bar slurping from a large mug, texting furiously and rolling a joint.
"Lock the door Stink, I don't want no fuckers interruptin'. Get up on da table." Brett instructed as he pointed to the coffee table. "Wait there."
I felt a bit uneasy as I stepped onto the table. This was decidedly out of the ordinary and I was apprehensive as to what might be coming. Brett's mood seemed stern. He left me standing on the table while he finished rolling his spliff, then picked up a black piece of cloth from the counter and sauntered over to me.
"On ya knees wankstsain ."
Brett slipped the black cloth over my head. It turned out to be a spandex type hood with just a mouth hole. Once it was in place, I was still able to see but the cloth robbed me of the ability to see any real detail.
"Stand up, look straight ahead."
My mind was racing. He wasn't kidding when he said he was going to start my training proper yesterday. This must be it I thought. From the confines of my hood, I could just make out that Brett was circling the table very slowly. The thick heavy smoke from his spliff permeated my hood. I couldn't quite fathom how what he was doing was part of my training though.
"Listen ta me, ya fuckin turd, an listen good. If ya say a word to any fucker bowt dis, ya gonna wind up fuckin dead, get it ?"
"Yes Master Brett." I said, visibly shaking.
My voice cracked a little and I was really starting to get scared. All of the guys had fucked my mouth, so why the secrecy ? Was he going to fuck me up the arse or something, and didn't want the rest of the crew to know ? I stood rigid on the spot, not wanting to move at all. I could just see Brett's shadowy figure in front of me and make out where his voice was coming from. I started to sweat. The hood suddenly felt so hot and restrictive. The next thing I knew, he was undoing the button of my jeans. Oh fuck no, I panicked, I hadn't showered or put clean underwear on. Too late, he popped the rest of my button fly and eased my skin tight jeans to my knees.
I instinctively moved my hands from my sides to cover my groin and bent forward just a little. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, This wasn't supposed to be happening. Brett circled the table again, pausing behind me. If I wasn't mistaken he was sniffing me. What the fuck was this all about. I thought I was the one who was supposed to do the sniffing. Oh God my boxers were stinking. Skid marks in the back, pee stains in the front. I was right, Brett WAS sniffing me. He gave my thigh a slap.
"You fuckin' reek ya dirty cunt. Get yer `ands by ya sides, n stand up fuckin' straight"
I stayed silent, now gripped with fear. I felt a tussling at my trainers. Brett was loosening the laces on my Classic Converse. Oh no, no ! Yes, he lifted my leg and took off my right one, then my left. This was turning out to be a nightmare. How was this training, what was I learning for Christ's sake. I didn't know how much more of this I could take.
"Loose da jeans an' ya shirt." Brett further instructed.
I fumbled around trying to take off my jeans. It was difficult, what with the hood and that fact that they were so tight. I was down to my boxers and socks but I may as well have been naked. That's how I felt, naked, vulnerable, uneasy, nervous, scared. I made sure to stand up straight, not wanting to incur Brett's wrath. Again he walked round and round the table like he was inspecting me. Then I felt him gently tug the bottom of each leg of my boxers. They slid down at an agonisingly slow rate. I felt like I was being unwrapped as my boxers reached my knees and finally slipped to my ankles. Oh shit, the smell of my own body wafted into my nostrils. I could smell myself now, really strongly. I was so embarrassed, so utterly ashamed of myself.
Brett gave me a proper slap on my bottom that caused me to jerk with surprise. The shock and sound heralded the inevitable sting that gave way to a warmth spreading across my buttocks.
"Don't move a fuckin muscle . An remember, you say owt to any fucker n I'm gonna hurt you so fuckin' bad. Don't flinch eever or I'll give ya summit ter flinch for. Rememba, you're me bitch, an ya betta do as I fuckin' say cunt, no matta what. Your arse is mine boy. On yer knees.
I heard the sound of duck tape being pulled off the roll. Brett covered my mouth and nose with a stinking trainer and taped it to my face. Up until now, I had no problem keeping my noodle limp dick in check. Fear had taken care of that, but now the familiar incense of Brett's trotters was high-jacking my senses, I was no longer in control of my hormonal reaction. My one eyed monster sprang to life. With each surge of blood that was being pumped into it, it was inflating to maximum capacity and now stood rigid, pointing straight ahead. Brett knew what effect his skanky trainers would have on me. He knew exactly how to press my buttons.
The trainer further inhibited my already restricted vision and I was now more or less blind, fully exposed, and on display to Brett.
"You love me fuck off stinkin trainers don't ya, yeah I can tell. Yeah, ya knob says it all Stink. Ain't I good te ya, fuckin' proper fortfull in I.
Brett's conversation with me was more rhetorical in nature than anything. At best all I could manage was a few muffled "Nnghs" and a nod in response. But I did notice that his voice had moved away. I heard what I recognised as the twisting of one of those plastic weed grinders. He was obviously rolling another joint. I'd lost all track of time. All I could focus on was the strangeness of the situation and my raging cock, throbbing like mad.
Brett came back over to me. The next sensation to smack the face of my senses was Brett's tongue on my nuts. Oh, my fucking giddy aunt, Brett was licking away at my nutsac. It couldn't be true. He's not gay. This can't be happening. Shit, I had to try and keep my cool, I would blow my load in a minute. What if I spunked all over Brett's face or hair. He'd beat the crap out of me for sure. I was trembling with fear, sexual fantasy, and trepidation. He licked his way from my balls to my donkey rod and licked along its length. First underneath and then from both sides. Surely he wasn't going to suck my cock I couldn't stand it, I would blow straight away. Oh please God help me.
Oi' fuckin relax mate, calm down ya twat, I'm avvin sum fun wiv ya innit. Fuckin' chill owt!"
He returned to my rod but this time he used his lips and tongue together to slide up and down my length. Abruptly, he stopped and his hand went to my ankle. He lifted my foot and pulled off my right sock, then left. I felt kisses on one foot, then the other. Brett licked and kissed his way from foot to foot. Lifting my right, he sucked my toes. Why hadn't I showered ? My feet must be so grimy. The kisses made their way up my legs and back to my groin.
"Oi you're a dirty bastard int ya, yeah yer dirty cunt. Fucking stink yer do. What are ya?"
"I'm a dirty fucking smelly bastard Sir." I mumbled from the inside of Brett's fragrant trainer.
Then it happened, he took me in his mouth. I squirmed. The balance of ecstasy and anxiety was all that was keeping a lid on things. His tongue found its way inside my foreskin and circled my helmet, before he backed off, then moved round behind me and slapped my arse again twice.
"bend ova dick breff. What's your arse like?" I bent forward. "Aaww ya dirty fucking runt. Fuck, yer arse is a right stink hole, ya fucking hairy slimy cunt."
Brett squeezed my left buttock, pinching it and parted my hot stinging cheeks. He licked my hairy, sweaty, stinking buttcrack. Not gingerly, but properly, deep in the valley and right over my ringpiece. It must have been ripe back there but Brett kept going, repeatedly licking my bum, drawing his tongue up and down and wiggling it when he passed over my hole. I could tell that Brett was wanking all the time he was licking me by the small vibrations he was making.
My head was swimming, my emotions so mixed up. I wanted to be doing this to Brett, my super sexy scally master. I was confused. My world had been turned upside down. Brett had to be bisexual at the very least. He wouldn't be doing this otherwise, surely. He wanted this kept secret, so the rest of the crew obviously didn't know. That had to be the explanation, he was bisexual. I thought that most scally lads weren't averse to wanking, maybe even sucking and fucking and still didn't consider themselves gay. It was all just "helping a bro out" in their minds. Then it clicked, it was because it was me, yeah that had to be it. He didn't want them to know he'd done that stuff with a dirty smelly cunt like me.
"Get down `ere ya scrawny twat, come on, suck me fuckin slimy knob, yeah das it cunt, gaw on get yer laughing gear round me fat scally snake.
I stepped down from the table and knelt in front of him.
Yeah, das it Stink, ya love me cock don't ya, Mmm. Want sum o me mint fucking baby slop don't ya ehh."
Brett removed the trainer from my face.
"fuckin beg fer me cock ya dirty scrote. Tell me ow much ya wannit."
"Please Master Brett, sucking on your manhood is my greatest pleasure, your semen is a reward I don't deserve but I'm hooked, I crave it, I want more and more of it. I don't care about anyone else's, it's yours I need. I think about it day and night. Please master Brett use my mouth to pleasure yourself, I'm your spunk bitch, I'll do anything for you, please Sir.
"Yeah, fuckin dirty cunt you do wannit bad."
Brett teased me, rubbing his precum covered helmet on my lips in circles. I licked the slit that delivers his alpha fluids. I inhaled Brett's sexy essence. Together, they made a powerful heady concoction of sheer delight. One hand on the top of my head, the other guiding his prick, he entered my mouth just a little, allowing me to stimulate him with my tongue. As Brett started to slowly inch his cock further into my mouth while rocking his hips back and forth. I had an out of body experience. I was watching Brett from high up, stroking his cock in and out of my mouth, fucking his way to climax. Using my hot wet entrance to get his pleasure. I had a moment of pride as well. I saw myself in the hood, doing what I do best. Brett's cunt cannon was rigid beyond belief, hard as a diamond covered in a gel sock. I had him at peak intensity. He stopped dead and removed the hood.
Everything was suddenly bright and finally I was in familiar territory. Me on my knees in front of my Master, Brett. He was naked, and stroking his meat. I'd never seen him naked before, but there he was in all his superior glory. The tattooed torso loomed high above me, shoulders square. His thighs were lean and tight, his legs muscled and firm. The familiar scowl adorned his stern face. I was ordered to lay down on the sofa with my head just off the footstall end. Brett squatted down so that his arse was right at my face.
"get a fucking good taste ov me arse ya cunt, get ya tongue up dare an give it a good fuckin lick , get right up me fuckin `ole.
Brett was rubbing his arse up and down my face, wiping his manly slime and moisture all over it. Then he paused to let me get up his hole with my tongue. He let me clean up his dirty buttcrack and hole before turning and ramming his throbbing prick down my throat. He fucked away at my mouth steadily for a minute or two then I felt his lips on my cock again. It felt fucking brilliant, but so wrong. What could I do, my cock was rigid because my mouth was receiving a pounding from my Master. I had no control.
With the taste of Brett's pooper still on my tongue and his stink in my nose I lost it. I squealed two or three times to try to let him know I couldn't hold back but it was futile. The thought, never mind the exquisite feeling of Brett, my idol actually with my cock in his mouth and his in mine was just too much to bear. I went off like a fucking firecracker. The valve on my hose gave way and blasted my muck straight into Brett's mouth. That's when I felt the flood of his sperm into my gob. It filled it, and started to ooze into my throat. I swallowed the evidence of his climax and my body began to relax, having been given confirmation of a job well done.
The tension may have been released from my body, but the anxiety of what had just happened began to rise. Brett actually swallowed my load. There was no doubt in my mind now that Brett was a confirmed bisexual. I wondered if, like my own feelings of self disgust when I thought about dirty sexual things Brett might feel the same and take it out on me. Did he feel guilt or self hatred. And if he did, would those feelings manifest themselves as aggression towards me. My answer came in the form of, albeit welcome, nevertheless humiliating act of submission, subservience acquiescence.
Brett was still standing at my head. His meaty cock now just a semi.
"Av sum o dis fag, summit special fer ya, ya dirty cunt. Av some fuckin scally piss, see how ya like it. I bet ya fuckin want it don't ya bitch. Open yer mouf and fuckin drink it, swallar it down, gaw on fucking get it down ya neck.
Brett pissed on me, directing the hot yellow discharge up and down my body a couple of times before aiming directly in my mouth. I surprised myself by being able to swallow the waste fluid with some ease. I was able to chug down mouthful after mouthful with barley any difficulty. It's what I'd wanted ever since that first day at the pavilion. To me it was the ultimate act of devotion, of total adoration for him. I was willing to bath in and drink the urine of my master. What a privilege, what an honour. Yes, Brett was right I did want it even though it was strong and bitter. It was probably his first or second piss of the day and was expected to be strong. I didn't care, it came out of Brett and that was good enough for me. He was kind enough to give it to me, and it was more than gratefully accepted.
The stream of elixir dwindled and I knew in my heart that things were coming to and end. Brett went over to the breakfast bar, sat down and started to roll another doobie. He told me to get dressed and clean up the mess. He said he was going out for a few hours and the place had better be immaculate by the time he got back. He gave me 80 quid, told me to get some beers, soap powder, do laundry and see if there was anything else he was low on. He took his spliff into the bedroom, then a few minutes later appeared dressed and left.
I swiftly checked he fridge for dairy the cupboards for dry goods and the bathroom for toiletries. I scribbled a list, took the money and went to the shops. Three quarters of an hour later , I got back and got stuck into: vacuuming, cleaning, dusting and polishing. I changed the bedding and of course could not stop myself from taking a cheeky sniff of Brett's dirty socks and underwear. It was like being close to him and made me feel safe. I paid special attention to a sock that was crusty with dried spunk. I guess I couldn't be there every second of the day and he still wanked off and wiped his spooge on his sock, luckily for me. Lastly, I loaded his dirty clothes and linen in the washing machine and started the cycle. I reckoned I was near done and took a break. I was pretty pleased with myself. I was ahead of schedule and wandered around, taking in more detail than I'd had the chance to on previous occasions.
Brett's parents were obviously well off. The furnishings were quality and no doubt expensive. He had practically a whole house to himself. I'd seen all of the rooms but there was one door I hadn't noticed. I turned the handle and took a look. It was a sort of cloakroom, quite small but what took my breath away was the collection of trainers. There must have been thirty pairs arranged neatly in their own kinda pidgeon holes. They ranged from old well worn and street battered Adidas, to brand spanking new Nikes, and everything in between. Brett was the same size as me, nine. Before I knew it though, I'd taken a pair of extremely well worn blue and white Osiris NYC 83's, and was huffing in the sweet Brett sweat. The smell was thicker, older, more pungent than the one's I'd seen Brett wear and smelled.
I slipped them on. How awesome did they feel. My feet in Brett's skater sneaks, mmmmm. I walked around the place imitating the way Brett walked, but my joy was short lived. Brett appeared with his trade mark scowl and gave me a look that said "what the fuck do you think you are doing". I panicked and dropped to the floor like I was performing prayers in a mosque.
"Sorry Master Brett, I just wanted to be close to you, I, I wanted to be in your shoes, I'm sorry I should have waited and asked, I'm sorry." I pleaded.
"Yeah yeah, don't sweat it Stink, I was gunna give dem ones to ya anyway, I dunt do much skatin' dees days. Give em ere, I'll give ya summit extra n ya can wear em `ome."
I slipped them off and gave them to Brett. He flopped out his cock and pissed in them just enough to really soak the insoles, then sprayed me with his piss jet up and down a couple of times, leaving a dark wet trail on my clothes.
"Right ya can fuck off kid, I got fings ter do."
I thanked him profusely, picked up my old sneakers and trotted off home. Ryan was sitting on the porch when I got there. He asked where I'd been disappearing off to these last few day for hours and hours. I skirted the question with a witty comeback, but he knew something in me had changed. Knowing my brother well, he wasn't going to let it go, but for now I'd dodged any uncomfortable confrontation. After the experience I had just had with Brett, I decided not to get caught out again. It was time to spruce myself up, besides I needed to get out of the piss flooded trainers, my sock were soaked and squelching just a bit. I took a long hot bath, did some laundry and cleaned my room.
I told mum I was going to the skate park for a couple of hours before dinner. She said that uncle Jeff was coming over tonight and not to be late. I spotted Nathan when I got there. I hadn't thought about him very much over the last few days what with everything that had happened. He was still as handsome as ever. I felt guilty: that I'd betrayed him somehow. He was shirtless and brazenly showing off his lean chiselled torso and that smouldering expression on his beautiful face. Inevitably I suppose, he asked about painting the fence as we skated, circling each other. I told him that by coincidence my uncle Jeff was coming over for dinner tonight so I would ask him about it and let Nathan know.
We sat down to take a break and Nathan pulled out two bottles of Coke and chucked one over to me.
"You know if you wanted, you can come over to mine sometime and we could just hang out. I've got tons of games, Xbox AND Playstation. A massive 60" UHDTV. I've got all the movie channels you could want." Nathan said enticingly.
I was taken aback with his offer. In all the time I'd known him, he had never shown any interest in meeting outside of school apart from the walk there and back. I wondered where it was coming from, what it meant. I couldn't get involved with Nathan now that Brett had made me his personal, and the crew's dick servant. How would I explain things to Nathan, he'd never understand it. I decided to get tough take the bull by the horns as it were.
"I'm not being funny Nathan, but, like, you avoid being seen with me when your mates are around. I Like you a lot, it would be great but are we really friends , I mean we only see each other here or on the way to school."
"Look, I'm sorry about that, those guys are jerks, they're not my real friends. It's just that, well you know everybody calls you........,well names. I'd get a lot of shit if they knew we were friends. I don't want to."
"End up like me." I interrupted
"No, that's not what I mean Joss. It's just that: you've got a reputation around school , it's difficult for me. But I do want us to spend some time together, get to know each other properly. I'll be leaving school soon and it won't matter what those idiots think or say cos I won't be around them any more."
"So I'm like your dirty little secret until you leave school, is that it?"
"Oh, come on Joss, I'm trying to be friends with you here." Nathan protested.
"Yeah, yeah, I guess. I have to get home, I'll text you"
With that, I left to go home. Dinner time came around and uncle Jeff, me, mum and Ryan all sat down to a fantastic meal. Mum went all out and made a proper roast beef dinner for us all. I spent the best part of the evening with the family and when uncle Jeff left around ten, I said goodnight and went up to my room. At last, I thought, alone so I can think without any pressure. I switched on the TV and settled down to watch something mindless so I didn't have to concentrate on anything but what was going on in my life. My brother had different ideas. Ryan came bursting into my room
"What the fuck's goin' on Grime ?"
"Oi, fucking knock bro, cant I get any fuckin privacy." Leaving no doubt I was angry.
"I don't really give a fuck I wanna know what's happening. First you start taking baths and showers, wearing clean clothes. And then cleaning your room, doing laundry. I know something's up. What about those trainers you came home in today, they aren't yours. Where did you get them ?"
"None of your business, fuck off, leave me alone !" I demanded.
I knew I should have changed those trainers before I got home. I was in a world of my own, not thinking straight though.
"I'm gong to find out bro. I know you too well. You've been different these last few days. I've got my eye on you buddy."
With that he left. It was all too close for comfort. Fucking great, now I had Ryan on my back to add to everything else. Uncle Jeff had told me at dinner that I could get the fence done whenever I wanted. All the stuff I needed was in the barn. The only stipulation was that it had to be dome by the end of next month before I went back to school. At least that gave me the option of talking to Brett first, so I could work it in with his approval. It was Tuesday mid morning when I got a text from him, telling me to meet him just around the corner from my house. He would be waiting for me in his pickup truck. It was a proper street machine. Slammed low and custom painted.
I slid into the luxuriously upholstered leather passenger seat and belted up.
"Alwight spunk monkey. I'm fuckin' horny as fuck. Give us a nice sloppy blow job."
Brett eased his trackie bottoms and briefs down to give me just enough access to blow him. He pulled off and just left me to it while he was driving. I liked the new situation and the danger of being almost out in public. I slurped, licked and sucked away at Brett's meaty member and in no time at all was rewarded with a mouthful of sticky gooey gunge that I kept in my mouth for a bit before I swallowed it down. He drove to the outskirts of town, to a council estate called Brookside and parked outside what looked like a derelict house.
He told me to wait and disappeared into the house. Ten minutes later he came out with another guy. He was about Brett's age but was possibly of middle eastern origin. He wore a vest which showed off his muscular shoulders and arms. They came over to the truck and Brett got back in. He introduced Kassim to me and told me that he was a very important person to him. When we drove off, Brett said that I needed to remember where the house was because I would be picking things up for him from time to time from there. I noted where it was, I knew the area a little but made sure I committed the location to memory. I asked Brett about when I should do my uncle's fence, bearing in mind it would take about a week and I wouldn't be free during the days. He didn't seem put out by it at all but told me to get it done and out of the way He said he'd still be able to call me before and afterwards if he needed me. "Needed me", he said needed me. I know I was clutching at straws but his choice of words made me feel good. I was determined to make Brett proud of me, whatever challenges he threw my way. I got dropped off near my house and told to be ready for a big night coming up later in the week when all the crew would be at his yard.
I wanted to be available for Brett, so when I got back home I texted Nathan straight away, saying I would be starting the job today. I fired off a quick message to uncle Jess as well to let him know. I scoffed down some lunch and biked over to Uncle Jeff's farm post haste. I loaded the equipment and paint into a trailer and hooked it up to one of the two quad bikes Jeff kept in the barn. I'd ridden them around the farm many times. No time for fun now though, I had to get stuck into the job at hand. It was baking hot, so I stripped to the waist and got cracking. With any luck, and Nathan's help I would be able to finish the whole thing within a few days.
I hadn't been painting more than an hour when Nathan came strolling up to me.
"Hi, I didn't expect you to turn up today Nathan, I only just got started."
"Hey no worries. I said I'd help, and I meant it. Besides, I didn't want to waste the opportunity to spend some time with you.
I was immediately embarrassed at his remark and my thin scrawny chest. Nathan didn't help my feeling of inadequacy when he took his shirt off before he started work. Although I'd seen him shirtless quite a few times, it never failed to stir my loins. I knew this would happen but I had no choice in the matter now. The thin soft material of his shorts clung to his skin, emphasising the perfect shape of his buttocks. And there it was again, that dick of his, flopping about in his shorts as he moved, saying "come and get me".
That afternoon, we spoke about all manner of things. I found out that Nathan was interested in philosophy, art, the theatre and acting. So we had art and skateboarding in common least, and I did like the theatre a bit, though I hadn't been much. We made good headway on the fence and when it was time to go home Nathan asked if I wanted to have dinner at his house. We were both dog tired but I said I wanted to go home and shower because the sweat was dripping off of us both. He insisted I could do that t his place but I countered with not having clean clothes to put on. Nathan wasn't taking no for an answer and said I could borrow some shorts of his. I was too tired to argue, so I agreed and rang my mum to let her know I wouldn't be home for dinner.
Nathan had ridden his bike to the farm, so we rode back to his together. It felt strange to be going inside Nathan's house having passed it so many times. Everything was pristine, tidy and modern. He took me to his room and stripped down to his socks and boxer briefs, telling me to wait there, he'd shower first. He disappeared off to the bathroom and left me to watch TV. I suppose inevitably when he returned he had just a towel wrapped around him.
"D'you want to get out of those things, I'll get you a towel." Nathan suggested."
"Err, yeah, I, I guess."
I was uncomfortable and took my time getting undressed.
"You may as well give me all your clothes, I can get mum to pop them in the wash and get them dried by the time we've had dinner."
"Ok." I said nervously.
"It's ok, don't be shy, there's no need." Nathan said comfortingly.
Nathan dropped his towel right there in front of me. I didn't know where to look but of course couldn't stop my eyes from betraying me. Nathan was all that I had imagined and more. He was the perfect specimen of adolescence. Every inch of him was male perfection. I couldn't fathom whether or not he was coming on to me. Could it be true, had he got me here so that he could see me naked. My head was swimming but I had no options. I couldn't stall any longer. I had to finish undressing. Nathan waited until I'd stripped completely and handed him my clothes. For the love of God Nathan please give me a towel, I though. I was starting to get a hardon. He was looking straight at me, not hiding his gaze at all. His eyes were exploring me, no mistake. He gave me a towel. Yes, at last I could cover myself and my shame. He pointed out where the bathroom was and I made a quick exit.
On my return Nathan was siting on his bed, back against the headboard and his knees raised up. His hands were in between his legs, holding a game controller and swerving from side to side as he played a game on his Playtstation. He was wearing a jockstrap and really sexy pair of Hilly twin skin socks. Because his knees were bent and he was laying back, I could see that kind of seam or join of skin that some guys have disappearing towards his man hole.
He didn't make any attempt to hide or shy away. If anything I'm sure he widened his knees and moved his feet farther apart, as if to say "have a good look at my taint". He was shameless, but had no need to be otherwise.
"Have you sorted something for me to wear?" I asked rather pathetically.
"Oh, yeah, I'll get you something in a minute. You want to join me and play some Grand Theft Auto. I don't play it much these days but Now and again, it's a laugh. Come on, come and sit here. There's a spare controller there. Oh, you'd best chuck that towel over by the laundry basket, I don't want to get the duvet damp.
"But I've got nothing to wear." I protested.
I started to cry. Nathan jumped off the bed and took me in his arms.
Hey, hey ,hey, shhhh, don't cry. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you. I just wanted to be close to you. Hey, come on. Look, I'll get something for you to wear, get dressed and we can just sit and play on the console or go down and watch TV there. It's ok, come on.
Nathan put his hands on my shoulders, held me at arms length and looked into my eyes, I could see he was concerned.
"I'm sorry"
"No need to be, Joss, I'm the one that should be sorry. I went too far."
My sobbing turned to snivelling, then to a just a few sniffs. I calmed down and gathered myself together. Nathan handed me some briefs and shorts, socks and a T shirt. We got dressed in silence. He hugged me again and whispered in my ear.
"I love you Joss, I never want to hurt you, I'm sorry."
To be continued................
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