The rest of the week went by pretty much like every other week, with the exception that on Tuesday and Thursday, Period 6, Chris and I met in the library. We had a little privacy so we were able to have a bit of over-the-trousers fun, and we managed to steal the odd, passionate kiss.

Pretty soon Friday came around and I was in a real quandary as to what to do that evening and over the weekend. My natural instinct was to see Chris and spend as much time with him as I could. On the other hand I didn't want my parents to get suspicious. There's no way they'd believe I was helping him yet again. No-one needed that much help with schoolwork!

As it turned out, it was out of my hands.

'Hi Greg,' my mum called when she came home. 'How was school?'

'You know, the usual. How was work?'

'You know, the usual,' she mocked. 'Listen, we were all given free tickets for the pictures this evening. It's some sort of scary movie, so it's not up my street, but I thought maybe you and Chris would like to go in our place.'

'Oh!' I exclaimed, perhaps a little too excitedly. 'That sounds great. I'll just text him and see if he wants to go. What time is it?'

'It starts at 8:15. If you want, I could give you some extra money and you could both grab a pizza beforehand.'

'Thanks, mum!'

I bashed out the text as fast as my thumb would let me, and within 30 seconds I had a reply. Chris and I were going on our first date.

'He says yes. And he says thank you.'

'If your dad gets home sharp tonight, and we manage to get the shopping done, you can take the car as well, if you want. No drinking, of course, though.'

'That won't be a problem.' I was jumping for joy on the inside although I tried to sound as calm as I could.

I texted Chris to say that a chariot might be awaiting him, but I'd know more later. My dad did get home on time, and he and my mum made it back from Tesco with plenty of time to spare.

'Now remember,' my dad said, 'no alcohol, no speeding, and only one hot lass per lad!' He then threw me the keys and I was on my way.

I was tempted to honk the horn when I got to Chris's house, but I didn't want to appear uncultured to his mum so I got out and rang the bell.

'Hi Greg,' his mum said, welcoming me in. 'Chris will be down in a minute. He said he went for a run after school and wanted to have a shower.' I had to smile. The idea of Chris going running after school was ridiculous, but I guess he needed to give his mum a reason for having a shower before we met. I appreciated the gesture. She ushered me into the living room. 'Take a seat. Can I get you a Coke or something?'

'No, that's ok Mrs Adler, I'm fine.'

'So, what's the film? Chris forgot.'

'I can't remember. It has 'midnight' in the title. It's a remake of a Japanese horror, so I think it should be scary.'

'Oh, that doesn't appeal to me at all! Give me a romantic comedy any day.'

'Oh I like them too, but what could be better on a Friday night than a really scary movie?!'

She laughed. Shortly Chris came down wearing black jeans and a black hoodie. He looked good no matter what he wore. 'You ready?' he asked.

'Yeah, just waiting for you,' I smiled.

He grabbed his biker jacket and we were on our way. When we got in the car he reached over and gave my crotch a squeeze. 'That's in place of a kiss,' he smiled.

'Then consider yourself groped back,' I grinned. 'I hope the film's good. I really like a good horror! And now I have a big handsome man to protect me if I get scared.'

'No, I think you'll be the one protecting me. Horrors scare the shit out of me.'

'You big Jessie!'

'Nine inches and counting!' he shot back.

We got to the complex where the cinema was, and within the same area there was a Pizza Hut, an Indian restaurant, an all-you-can-eat Chinese buffet, and of course McD's and KFC. It had been a while since either of us had had pizza so we went to Pizza Hut.

'Hm, our waiter's cute,' Chris said, once he'd left us the menus.

'I'm offended!' I said, jokingly.

'OK, he's handsome for a waiter!'

'Still offended, you should only have eyes for me.'

'Oh but I do.' Underneath the table I could feel his hand caress my leg.

'Careful,' I said, 'my dick is liable to tip the table over if you go much further.'

'In your dreams.'

'In YOUR dreams!' I countered.

Once we'd finally decided on what to have - we both agreed no anchovies or olives - we chatted about nothing in particular.

'Did you see Mrs Brown today?' I asked.

'Yeah. I really sang your praises. Said you were really helping me understand maths.'

'Thanks,' I beamed. 'I'll see her next week and let her know you're not such a tough nut to crack.'

After we'd finished our pizza we stopped by McDonald's to get a milkshake before wandering over to the cinema. When we reached the entrance, Chris said, 'Can we finish these outside? I wanna have a quick smoke before we go in.'

'Sure, no problem,' I replied. While I didn't like cigarette smoke, I did find Chris most attractive when he smoked. Watching him light up reminded me almost of those film stars from the 30s and 40s. 'I can't believe my dad offered you a cigarette,' I said after a moment. 'He's totally not the dad I thought he was.' Chris laughed. 'I'm serious, though. I always thought he was so uptight about stuff like that. And here I found out when he was my age, or younger even, he smoked and got so drunk he even pierced his own ear.'

'Yeah, that was a bit wild.'

'You're telling me!'

While we were standing outside the cinema, among the other smokers, Chris with a cigarette in his hand and me with a chocolate milkshake in mine, I noticed one of my mum's colleagues.

'Oh shit,' I muttered under my breath.

'What is it?' Chris asked.

'That woman in the green jacket and red trousers.'

'What about her?'

'She works with my mum. Mrs Brabinger, she's the office gossip. And that's her daughter Lucy. She's in the year below us. And just as much of a gossip as her mum.'

'Oh yeah, I recognise her. I wonder if her mum knows half the gossip about her daughter! She's come on to me three times.'

'Yeah, same here. I heard she's had an abortion,' I added.

'I heard that too.'

'You realise she's going to tell everyone that we were out together tonight.'

Chris sighed. 'Yeah, I guess she will. Oh, so what. I don't really care.'

'You don't care? You're not ashamed to be seen with me?'

'What?!' Chris asked, genuinely surprised. 'Are you kidding? I'm so happy to be with you, and very happy to be seen with you.' Then in a voice that was much quieter than before, he said, 'I don't know if I'm ready for people to know that I like your thick cock pounding my arse just yet, but I am in no way ashamed or embarrassed to be seen with you!'

I believe my heart skipped a beat.

'Hi Greg,' Mrs Brabinger called over to us.

'Hello Mrs Brabinger. Hi Lucy. You here for Midnight's Kiss?'

'Yes,' Lucy's mum replied. 'It's not really my cup of tea but the tickets were free.'

'Hi Chris,' Lucy said. Judging by the way she was playing with her hair and biting her lip, she was obviously trying to flirt with him. What is it about pretty girls and bad boys?

'Oh, hi... I'm sorry, I don't remember your name. Sally is it?' I couldn't help but smile at that.

'Lucy,' she said, with a face like thunder.

'Oh yeah... Lucy. Sorry. Terrible with names. Not here with your boyfriend Harry... I mean, Frankie... or is it Jimmy.

'Steven. No, he's busy.'

'Oh yeah, Steven. Steven Forbes, right? Or Steven Hastings.' He was having fun.

'Steven Barclay.'

'Oh yeah.' Chris took a drag on his cigarette.

Mrs Brabinger looked at her daughter. Perhaps she'd heard a little more than she wanted.

Chris exhaled over Lucy's head. He had made his point. Keep your mouth shut.

'Let's go in, mum, it's getting cold out here.'

'Ok, Luce.'

And so Chris and I were alone again. With all the other smokers.

'I hope we're not sitting beside Lucy and her mum,' I said.

'Are the seats numbered? If they are, there's a good chance all the people from your mum's bank will be sitting together.'

'Oh shit, I never thought of that.' I took out the tickets and looked for seat numbers. 'We're safe. No numbers. But let's get in, though. We can try and get seats in the back row...' I let my voice trail off, hoping he'd catch my meaning.

'Naughty boy!' he said with a smirk, taking a last drag on his cigarette. Stubbing out the cigarette against that contraption against the wall he said, 'Come on, let's go!' He blew the last of the smoke behind us and popped a mint into his mouth. 'Want one?' he asked. I accepted.

We made our way to Screen B, which is where Midnight's Kiss was being shown. There was a short queue waiting to get in and I couldn't see Lucy or her mum anywhere. After a minute or so we were allowed in and told to take whatever seats we wanted. Chris charged ahead and practically bounded up the stairs to the last row, heading right to the end. I followed and sat beside him.

'Here,' he said, taking off his biker jacket. 'Put it in the seat beside you and put your jacket in the seat in front of you. We might get a little more privacy.' I could only smile.

A steady trickle of people came in, and by the time the lights dimmed for the adverts the place was half full. Between me and the next person there were 4 seats. More than enough privacy. While the adverts were on, Chris said, 'I'm gonna get some popcorn. You want a Coke?'

'Make it Fanta, thanks.' He shuffled past the people at the end and made his way back down to get the popcorn. When he reached the bottom I noticed that Lucy and her mum were coming in. Lucy stopped Chris, although I had no idea what they were talking about. I saw her looking about for me so I sat low in my seat, hoping she wouldn't come up. Chris walked off, and she and her mum headed for somewhere in the middle. While they were sitting down I saw her looking around for me again, but I made sure she couldn't spot me. Chris was soon back.

'That was close,' he said, handing me my Fanta. 'Lucy said she wanted to sit beside us, but I told her that all the seats beside us were taken.'

'Good!' I stated emphatically. 'I don't want that slut ruining our evening.'

Chris put the popcorn in his lap. 'Help yourself,' he said, '...to whatever you want.' He took my hand and placed it on his crotch. I could feel his package getting hard beneath his jeans.

'I just might,' I whispered.

After the adverts and trailers had finished the lights went out completely and the film started.

After twenty minutes it became apparent that this was going to be no more scary than Snow White, and the film was populated by good looking actors with minimal talent. I could see why they were giving the tickets away for free. As I reached over for another handful of popcorn I was surprised to find the box gone and only Chris's crotch to greet my hand.

'It's all gone,' he whispered mischievously.

While still looking at the screen I gave his crotch a good hard squeeze. I then moved my hand up to the waistband of his jeans, slid my fingers underneath the fabric of his jeans, ran it past his rock hard cock, and scooped up his balls.

He leant over to me and whispered, 'If you'd told me you wanted nuts I could've got you M&Ms.'

'I think I want your hotdog,' I replied, turning to look with a big smile on my face. 'Come on,' I said, 'let's get out of here. I'm sure we can find somewhere more private.' I handed him his jacket while I picked up my coat. As we made our way down the stairs I saw Lucy holding on to her mother for dear life. Girls!

'I've got an idea,' I said as we made our way to the car.

'I hope it's as good as the last one,' Chris said with a twinkle in his eye.

'Trust me, it is.'

Not far from the cinema complex there's a large, sprawling park, parts of it densely wooded, hiding a golf course, children's play area, and several car parks. At this time of night I'd hoped it would be deserted. I drove deep into the park and turned off halfway towards the play area. About 200 metres away there was a small car park and, as hoped, it was empty. Nearby there were some picnic benches and some barbeques. I just wanted the seclusion.

'Nice idea,' Chris said once I'd turned the engine off.

We both got out and met at the front of the car. I looked up at the moon, almost full. 'I should warn you...' I whispered seriously, facing him. 'With a full moon I turn into a horny devil.'

The moon lit up his smile. 'I'll take my chances,' he replied in a soft voice.

Our lips met, the kiss gentle at first, but it quickly became hungrier, more desperate. I felt his hands grab my head, pulling me in closer. My arms reached under his arms, and I hugged him tight. As our tongues danced we each gave encouraging noises. I soon broke off the kiss and started to undo his jeans. When I pulled down his boxers his cock wasn't quite erect yet, perhaps due to the chill in the October air, so I took it in my mouth and played with his balls to encourage it to grow. It didn't take long before his dick was fully engorged and I was sucking away, my tongue lavishing the head with attention before going down to the hilt.

'Oh Jesus!' he called out. Then almost immediately he said, 'Oh!' realising we were out in the open.

I continued to work my magic on his cock, my hands reaching around to his arse cheeks. I then brought one of my arms back around and temporarily removed his cock from my mouth. 'Are you enjoying that?' I asked.

'Oh fuck yeah!' he replied.

I then licked the middle finger of my right hand and put my hand between his legs, reaching up for his hole. Almost as soon as I resumed my work on his dick I stuck my finger into his anus. My probing was in time with the movement of my head going up and down on his rock hard cock and the low moan he produced was undoubtedly of pleasure.

'Oh Jesus,' he said in a quiet voice, before he repeated the phrase louder, much louder. 'Stop, I'm gonna cum if you carry on, I don't want to cum yet.'

I got up and kissed him full on the lips. I stood back and just smiled. I didn't have to say anything.

He leant me back against the side of the car and began another intense, passionate kiss. As I had done moments before he undid my jeans and pushed them to the ground. As I was only wearing trainers I was able to step out of my jeans and spread my legs further apart than he had been able to. I was already hard when his warm mouth enveloped my cock, and almost immediately I felt a visitor to my bum hole. As he sucked on my cock his finger traced the outline of my anus, almost playful in its search for the prize. Several times his finger found the opening, but instead of diving in, he moved his finger in a circular motion. My hands were pressing into the bonnet of the car, my knuckles turning white with the pressure. Finally his finger invaded my hole and began its probing search for my prostate.

I moved my hands from the car to his head, guiding it up and down my cock. I then stood up and started to move my hips in time with his sucking, fucking his face. My moans of pleasure were becoming more and more frequent when suddenly he stopped.

'I don't want you to cum just yet. I want you inside me again,' he said.

He turned around and faced the car and bent over, his hole giving my cock all the invitation it needed. I rubbed my hard cock back and forth against his bum cheeks, then up and down the crack of his arse.

'Stop teasing me,' he laughed, 'I want you now. I've been thinking about your cock all day.'

I rubbed my dick one last time up and down his crack before positioning my head against the hole.

'This is gonna hurt,' I said. 'We don't have any lube.'

'I'll grin and bear it,' he said, looking over his shoulder.

Unlike the first time we had sex, when I was rather delicate about sticking my hard dick in his virgin hole, this time I was more vigorous. I didn't shove it in all the way immediately, but there was more force, and soon my cock was sliding in and out of his arse.

'Holy shit!' he called out.

'I couldn't stop if I wanted to, so don't fucking ask,' I answered, my cock pounding away. Soon I had built up a steady rhythm, holding on to his shoulders with each thrust I made. 'Oh yeah, that's good,' I said. 'Oh YEAH!' I repeated, as I slammed his arse.

'Oh God, that's it,' he called out. 'Do it... do it harder.'

I was going as hard and as fast as I could but it didn't stop me trying. I moved my hands from his shoulders to his waist, giving me extra force to fuck his arse.

'Shit yeah!' I called out. 'Your arse feels so good, God, it's so tight!'

He put his hands further across the car bonnet, bending further as he did so. This only gave me more room to manoeuvre, and more energy to fuck his hole. He raised his upper body and twisted around to kiss me, all the while my dick was still fucking away. 'Shit, that feels good,' he said, as he leant back over the car.

Soon I could feel myself getting close. 'I'm gonna cum soon, I'm gonna cum,' I warned him. A minute or two later I could feel that all-too-familiar feeling, and soon I was thrusting like my life depended on it, my cum spraying inside his arse. When I felt my last rope of cum escape from my dick I removed my cock from his arse.

He turned around with a big smile on his face. 'That was a bit rougher than last time,' he said.

'Sorry!' I said. 'It wasn't too hard, was it?' I really hoped I hadn't hurt him, or even worse, damaged him. Was is possible to damage someone... internally? My brain started racing ahead, a thousand thoughts a second.

He pulled me close to hug me. 'Fuck no. You just surprised me.'

'Ok,' I smiled, looking deep into his eyes. 'Good. Just being out here, seeing you like that, I don't know what came over me!'

'I do,' he teased, pushing me away slightly. 'The moon! You did warn me. I can't wait to find out what it's like during a full moon.'

I realised I was still breathing deeply. 'Jesus, that took a lot out of me! But God it felt good. You know, I think your arse is just perfect for fucking.' I lay my head on his shoulder and put my arms around his waist.

'Could you tell that to Lucy Brabinger? She might leave me alone then!' he laughed.

There followed a minute or two of silence. Eventually I raised my head from his shoulder and moved a step back. 'What are you thinking?' I asked.

'Well, that picnic bench over there...'

'What about it?'

'I was just thinking...' He was obviously intent on dragging this out, torturing me.

'Yes? What were you thinking?'

'Well, if I take you on that picnic bench, if I go as hard as you were fucking me, then we're going to break the fucking thing.'

I let out a laugh.

'So, what's your solution, Sherlock?'

'I was wondering if the back seats in your car fold down.'

'I dunno, we can try.'

We both pulled up our jeans and moved around to the back of the car. I opened the boot and had a look. 'Well, we can stick the shelf in the front seat, then we can see how far these things fold down. I noticed that there were also some blankets in the boot - my dad was prepared for any emergency - and I thought that they would help make the ride a little more comfortable, so to speak. Once folded, the seats were practically horizontal.

'Good,' Chris said. 'I like looking at you when we do it.'

'When we 'do it'', I mocked, 'you know all the right things to say!'

'Well, 'making love' sounds so romantic and frilly. 'Having sex' sounds so ... clinical. 'Shagging' sounds so chav and bonking sounds like something your aunty did when she was our age.'

'Ok, 'doing it' it is, then.'

He took the blankets that we had thrown on the front seat and laid one out flat on the back, before doubling up the other 2 and laying them on top of the first. He then smoothed away any creases and wrinkles. It was little moments like these that gave more of an insight into his mind than anything he said. When he finished I kissed him gently on the cheek.

'What was that for?' he asked.

'Just because.'

'Climb in,' he said. 'Do you want the back open or closed?'

'Oh, I don't know. I hadn't thought about it. It might be colder with it open, but then... maybe there'll be more room to move around. I don't mind. Whichever you prefer.'

'We can try it open, and if it gets too cold we can close it.'

I climbed in and lay on the blankets. I undid my jeans and slid them off, then took off my jacket, shirt and t-shirt. I was completely naked and could most definitely feel the night air. Chris threw his jacket further into the car along with his jeans, boots and t-shirt.

'Oh, you're shivering,' he said. 'Do you want me to close it?'

'I think we'll warm up in a few minutes,' I smiled back at him.

He climbed into the car and positioned himself between my legs. He bent down and kissed me.

'Are you ready for this?' he asked quietly, before kissing me again.

'As ready as I'll ever be.'

He kissed me gently on the lips again before moving down to my nipples which were now like little bullets sticking out of my chest. He softly ran his tongue over my left one which sent sparks flying up to my brain. He then kissed around it before moving to my right nipple which he flicked with his tongue.

I could feel as he moved his rock hard cock down past my own dick, below my balls, and then I could feel it searching out my hole. Chris spat on his hand and applied it to my sphincter before pushing his dick through my waiting hole. I made a sharp intake of breath. Fuck it hurt. My eyes rolled back in their sockets before I refocused on Chris's face. God he was handsome. And the look of determination on his face as he fucked my hole turned me on even more. I loved the feeling of his cock sliding up and down my passage, it made me feel so alive. Although my body was cold, the lust running through my veins made me feel like I was on fire. It was only the second time Chris had fucked me but our bodies seemed to be attuned to what the other wanted.

This time I kept my legs wrapped around Chris, and he used the roof of the car for leverage. Every so often he would snap his head back to get the hair out of his face, and each time he did so made him seem more manly, more powerful than our first time. Although there didn't seem to be anyone around, as Chris was fucking me in a public place I tried to keep my moans and groans of pleasure to a minimum and when I encouraged him to fuck me harder I tried to keep my voice low.

'Oh fuck, that's it,' I said, 'you make me feel so good. Shit.'

'Fuck... oh fuck,' Chris said as he slammed into my arse.

He took his arms from the roof of the car and leant down to kiss me. He speed slowed down as his tongue found mine, but he didn't stop. I could feel each of his nine inches invade my willing hole before retreating, although never all the way. As he straightened himself up again his hands ran across my chest, his thumbs finding nipples and gently rubbing them.

'Hold on,' I said.

'What?' he asked, confused.

'Let's swap positions. Lie down. I want to sit on your cock.'

'Ok,' he said slowly, a little unsure of how this was going to work.

Chris lay down on the blanket while I straddled him. I took his dick in my hand and pumped a few times before lining up the head with where I thought my hole should be. His cock slipped straight in with hardly any resistance. I then started to move myself up and down on his steel rod, the sensation different than before. For one thing I was in charge. I chose how far to let his cock invade my arse, and when he was in all the way I wriggled my bum around, his dick now hitting the walls of my chute.

'Oh fuck!' he said surprised.

I looked down at him and smiled. I repeat the up and down motion, this time a little faster, and clenching my muscles together when I raised myself up.

'God, that feels good!' he said, the look of pleasure on his face testament to what I was doing to his dick.

Having taken him so deep and enjoying the feeling of being in charge, my dick was now standing to attention. I didn't realise this until I felt Chris grip his hand around it and start to pump. My head felt like it was going to explode, with my prostate being massaged by Chris's nine inch, rock hard dick and my own dick being given some serious attention. I had now built up some speed as I was going up and down on his dick, and the speed was matched by Chris pumping away on my cock.

I bent down and smoothed the hair away from his eyes before we kissed one last time. I straightened up and after a few minutes I could feel my balls constrict and said, 'I'm gonna cum!'

'Hold on, I'm almost there,' he said.

Chris started to move his hips as I went up and down on his dick.

'I'm almost there!' he cried out again, with more urgency. 'I'm ...'

And then I could feel him unload inside me. This brought me over the edge, and while Chris continued to cum I sent two or three ropes of cum flying in his direction. When I felt he had stopped I removed his large cock from my bum and lay down beside him. He raised his body and pulled out one of the blankets from underneath, opening it out and laying it over us. He then reached over to hug me.

'I think you're gonna have to wash these blankets too,' he chuckled. 'I don't want your parents going for a picnic and then wondering why the blanket is sticking to their trousers!'

I laughed. 'Come here!' I said, pulling him into a kiss. I wrapped my legs around his and pulled him in to hug me, partly for warmth, partly because I loved the feeling of his body next to mine. 'Next time,' I said, 'your place. Let your mum pay for all the cleaning up!'

He kissed me lightly on the lips three times before diving in for a slower, more sensual kiss. I happily reciprocated.

'Much as I hate to break this up,' I said, 'I'm getting a wee bit chilly here.'

'Yeah,' he agreed, 'late October isn't the best time to be screwing out in the open!'

'Oh, 'screwing' now, is it? What's wrong with 'doing it'?'

'What you did to me earlier, that wasn't 'doing it', that was screwing, and FUCK you screwed me good!'

'Well,' I said with a huge smile on my face, 'you weren't so bad yourself.'

'Yeah, I hear that a lot,' he grinned.

We retrieved our clothes from the car and got dressed. We then repositioned the seats and reattached the shelf.

Before we got back in the car Chris pulled out his cigarettes. 'It's traditional to have a smoke after making love, isn't it?'

I smiled and shook my head. 'Will you make up your mind!' I said.

Leaning against the car he lit his cigarette and took a deep draw. When he exhaled, the smoke danced in the moonlight, the wisps rising up to the stars. I moved over to him and positioned myself between him and the car, wrapping my arms around his waist. I put my chin on his shoulder and rested my head against his.

'Mm, that feels nice,' he said quietly. I hugged him a little tighter. Since he held his cigarette in his left hand, he moved his right hand down and gently stroked his thumb over the back of my hand. We stayed like that for a few minutes until he finished his cigarette, which he crushed under his Doc Martens.

We got back in the car and sat there for a moment. 'We should get going,' I said, a little dejectedly. I didn't want to, but it was getting late and I didn't want my parents to worry about where I was.

'Yeah,' he replied.

I started the car and headed for home. When we were still a few streets away from where Chris lived I pulled over to the side of the road.

'What are you doing?' he asked.

'I want to give you a goodnight kiss before you get out. I thought you might not appreciate it if I did it in front of your house.'

He smiled a warm smile and leant over to kiss me. I stretched my left hand over and gave his cock a good hard squeeze.

'That's for earlier,' I grinned.

We moved off and I dropped him at his house.

'Thanks for tonight,' he said with a mischievous grin, 'I really enjoyed the entertainment!'

'Me too,' I grinned back.

As I approached home I started to wonder how I was going to explain to my parents about washing the blankets from the car...

 

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