This one is dedicated to all those Brits out there who deserve a home grown story once in a while. The town mentioned is based on my home town, so if you recognise it (and I've given you plenty of clues), let me know: I might just bump into you some time ;-) Parts of the story are based on real events, though you'll just have to guess which ones...
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Disclaimer : all characters are fictional, but if they were real they would be over 18. If you are under 18, you really ought to stop reading here. But I won't force you :-)
<-- Simon and Daniel -->
Simon woke up to the sun streaming in through the blinds of his room and onto his bed. Without even looking outside he could tell it was going to be another beautiful day. He pulled back the sheets, and let the warm light bathe his naked body. He ran his hands down over his clearly defined pecs and his six pack down to his cock, which was beginning to wake up just like him. He couldn't help playfully wanking himself, using two fingers and a bit of spit to gently rub his helmet while he started to pump his shaft using his other hand. A deep down warmth began to rise within him as he bucked up and down with his own rythym. He gently played with his balls while he rubbed his cock up and down.
Sensing he was near to his first orgasm of the day, Simon pulled himself up the bed so that he was sitting up slightly, and then with a bit more spit as lube, he began to pump himself to orgasm. Ten seconds later, he burst and five long spurts of cum were hurled onto his chest and stomach. One even managed to hit him on the face, which he licked off from around his mouth. He was tasting good this morning.
After clearing up, Simon had a shower and got dressed. He wore some of his longer shorts and a baggy shirt. He went downstairs and found a note from his mum on the breakfast table.
"Didn't want to wake you when I went - I'll be back tonight about eight. Find something from the freezer for tonight."
Simon's mum worked from home, altough she had to go down to London a lot on business. She trusted Simon; after all he was sixteen and old enough to look after himself.
Simon had some cereal and yoghurt, and made himself some toast. He didn't need a big breakfast to get going. Anyway, he didn't want to ruin that cute figure of his. He was about five foot eleven, seventy five kilos, and had brown hair that could have bounced it's way straight out of a Vidal Sassoon advert. He had dark blue eyes, and a round young looking face. He kept himself fit by playing water polo - plenty of oppurtunities for fun in the shower room afterwards!
While he ate, Simon had Vibe FM on the radio, and was listening to Saltwater by Chicane. Next year he hoped to have enough money to go out to Ibiza during the summer. Great music and loads of hot guys just gagging for it all along those beaches. Until then he had to make do with the occasional night out at the Junction.
Looking in his wallet, Simon was pleasently surprised to discover he actually had some cash on him. So he decided to go into town to shop and cruise.
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Simon like his town. It had all the shops he could ever want, and it didn't take long to get to London on the train. There were too many tourists though, although Simon enjoyed being able to admire those cute chunks of Italian flesh that would explore the city during the summer. It was because of them that Simon had done a crash course in Italian, though he had yet to practise his foreign chat up lines.
First stop was the large shopping mall next to the eight-screen. Simon went straight for the Virgin store, in search of the latest Ministry of Sound CD. It wasn't out yet, so Simon decided to move towards his favourite pick-up point. Looking through the Cds he was able to see the video aisles, and more importantly the gay section. He'd bought a couple of films here, but generally it was more useful for looking out for other guys. After all, if he was looking there, he was hardly likely to be straight. But there was no-one there. Just a few people looking a the film chart further down the aisle. Simon decided after ten minutes that he ought to move on before one of the assistants began to get suspicous of him.
Just as he was leaving the store, he turned round to have one last look. And there he was.
Nervously standing there, pretending to look at the comedy section, was the probably the cutest looking boy that Simon had ever seen. He was wearing baggy black tracksuit trousers, a Man U football shirt and trainers. He had long fair hair in curtains at the front and a slightly muscular body. He was trying to act calm, but Simon saw his eyes dart across the video section every now and then, before he would shift back and pretend to be looking at a Red Dwarf tape.
Simon backtracked into the store, and watched the boy (because he couldn't have been more than fifteen or sixteen) shift from one foot to the other. Simon went in for the kill.
Just as Simon approached, the boy plucked up courage to reach up and take down a tape. Simon approached him from behind and said
"I wouldn't waste your money on that one."
The boy jumped and quickly put the video back.
"Er... yeah, I mistook the cover for something else..." he quickly replied. Simon smiled, and looked up.
"This one would be much better for a first time." he picked out another tape, admittedly at random. The boy was getting fidgetty and kept looking over his shoulder, trying to avoid eye contact. "Or you could come home with me and watch one of mine." Suddenly the boy looked at him.
Simon looked into his eyes. They were dark brown, but so clear he swore he could have seen what the boy was thinking.
"Ok." said the boy. "Though my mum always told me never to go home with people I didn't know." he said playfully.
"That's Ok," said Simon. "I'm Simon."
"Daniel." replied the boy. "But my friends call me Dan."
"Can I be your friend then?" asked Simon.
Daniel looked at him, and said
"I think so." Simon couldn't believe how lucky he had been.
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Simon's house wasn't far from the shopping centre. It was a small terraced house with a long green garden at the back. Because it was so hot, Simon led Dan into their garden and offered him a cold drink. When he got back into the garden, Daniel was lying back on the recliner in the shade of a tree.
"Nice place you've got here." said Dan.
"It's small, but I like it. I've a Tango or 7-Up."
"7-Up please." said Dan. Simon hand him the drink and sat down opposite him on a garden chair.
"I like our garden," said Simon "because it's such a private suntrap. None of the other houses can see into it." He watched for Dan's reaction. He stopped drinking from his can and looked across at Simon.
"I bet that's really convinient." said Dan. "Perhaps you'd like to show me what you get up to here." Simon couldn't believe how confident his new friend was becoming.
"Oh, well, I really like to do this when there are just two of us." said Simon. He got up and sat on the recliner by Dan's waist. He took his can from Dan's hand and leant forward. Dan was ready for his kiss, and they began to explore each others mouths. Simon felt Dan's mouth darting everywhere, while he could feel him running his hands up and under his shirt onto his back. Simon began to run one hand through Dan's hair. The other one grasped Dan's arse.
They kissed for several minutes, by which time Simon could feel a throbbing hard-on inside Dan's tracksuit rubbing against him. It must have been at least seven inches. Simon pulled off Dan's shirt and threw it aside, and then began to unbutton his own shirt. Once that was off, Simon lay on top of Dan, their skin touching each other. They carried on kissing, while Simon reached down and slid off Dan's tracksuit. Underneath he was wearing a pair of cotton trunks. Simon rubbed Dan's cock, which was beginning to peak up beneath the waistline of the trunks. He unbuttoned Dan's flies, and let his cock spring out in all it's glory: seven full inches. Simon was impressed, though slightly worried he might not be able to match his new friend.
"Turn about" whispered Dan. Simon rotated so that he was now directly above Dan's cock. As he began to lick and kiss it up it's full length, he felt his own shorts being undone and pulled down. And as began to tease Dan's helmet with his fast moving tongue, he felt his own cock become surrounded by a warm damp feeling. Dan almost managed to suck the whole of Simon's six and a half inch shaft, and soon Simon felt his own helmet go wild as it was forced up against the inside of Dan's mouth. He decided to make sure he gave back to Dan what he was getting, so he wrapped his lips around Dan's cock and began to engulf it in his mouth while he played with Dan's small balls.
Dan had only a small growth of hair around his cock, but Simon nuzzelled and smelt the warm scent of Dan's crotch. He stoppped to remove Dan's underwear completely, and then playfully slipped one finger into Dan's arse. Dan immediately bucked with pleasure. That had been the first time anyone had down that. He kicked off his trainers and pants so that he was completely naked beneath Simon.
"Deeper..." he said. Simon obliged him, and has felt Dan began to tense up with orgasm, he slipped first one and then two fingers as far into his tight virgin hole as he could. It only took a few thrusts of his fingers for Simon to make Dan come in his mouth. Simon licked up everything, but found it increasingly difficult for himself to hold back his own orgasm. He came a minute or so after Dan. Dan laughed as some of it spilt out over his face and down his neck.
Simon turned round and wiped his cum up using his fingers, and then let Dan suck them clean.
Dan and Simon lay embraced together in silence, with the sun shining down on them, listening to the distant sound of the traffic. Simon caressed Dan's smooth skin, and tickled him from time to time. Listening to Dan's laugh, Simon realised just how lucky he was. Little did he know, Dan was thinking exactly the same thoughts.
<-- Made in Britain -->