That whole afternoon my head was pickled I was delighted and happy that I had met Greg, that I had sucked his cock and took a face full of his cum. He wasn't the best looking guy around in fact he was a bit fat and his cock was on the smaller side of average on the cock scale that I use now it would only get about a 4 / 10. But there was just something about him that made me go all fuzzy inside.
It had all went so wrong, I lay on top of my bed and thought about everything that had happened in those woods second by second. Was he mad that I had been late, I never even explained why, was it my technique of sucking him was it wrong is that why he had to finish himself off, or did I say or do something else.
I lay there until Mum came in. When Mum came in I went into the living room.
The first thing Mum said "yuk you have been slobbering in your sleep" she licked her finger and wiped something off my face, Shit I froze. I realized that in my depression of trying to work out what had happened I had not cleaned my face, I even still had on the trackies with the knee stains, and now Mum was wiping another guys jizz off my face just as well, proof that my Mum isn't too bright.
"What you been up to she asked, you have a very guilty look on your face?"
If only she knew why. Fuck I would have been hit with every heavy item she could get her hands on.
"I am going for a shower"
"Yea not before time, look at the state of you get those trackies changed"
In the shower I gave my face a right good wash, as I washed I thought about what I was washing away, my cock grew as my mind wandered I was back in the woods Greg's cock in my mouth and sucking away, a rich soapy lather lubricating my hard cock my arse cheeks tightened and I let go, spunk mixing with the soap is a weird combination a sort of pasty lather, I finished off my shower just as Jamie battered at the door of the bathroom, he was just in from work and needed in to use the toilet, I pulled on my boxers half dried and let him in, he stood pissing as I dried off properly.
That night I met up with my mates and my girlfriend Karen and we went to another mates house with some drink and smoke, we all had a bit of a night, I was sitting on my mates bed Karen on my left and my mate Ryan on my right, I had my arm over Karen's shoulder and a can of lager in my other hand there were 5 people all together sitting on the bed, a bit of a squeeze to say the least, Ryan was in the middle with two other mates beside him, our legs were touching and every time either he or I went to take a drink from our can we rubbed off each other, the warmth of him against my side was turning me on and as you do I sprung a stiffy, I was scared to move, of course anyone seeing it would assume that it was for Karen but the truth was that it was all for Ryan.
Later on that night as I walked Karen home we stopped behind some shops this was the first chance we had to be alone all night. We began kissing I slid my hand on to her tit we were both pretty drunk and I got a little carried away, I tried to slip my hand on to her pussy, she pushed me off and I got a bit rough trying to force my hand in, she slapped me and stormed off crying, I went after her when I caught up she told me to fuck off that she did not want to see me again and stormed off into the night.
I went home and straight to bed. I lay for ages just thinking about the shit day I'd had, of course I threw in the obligatory wank, there was no way I could get to sleep without one, also it was to be my last night in my room the following day John was taking it over, as his girlfriend would be staying this weekend and his new bed was being delivered the following morning, my protests had fell on deaf ears so I was moving in with Jamie this was to be my last wank of freedom.
Mum got me up at 8.20 am just as she was leaving to go to work, I had to be awake and out my bed for the delivery of John's new bed, I was warned not to leave the house or fall back asleep until it came, I had also been ordered to get all my stuff out my room and into Jamie's room, I never realized how much stuff I had, I spent almost all morning walking from one room to the other, I piled everything on top of John's bed as all his stuff was still in the room, he would not be shifting it until later that night. I set up my PC in my new room deleted all my porn and history then pass worded the PC to stop Jamie logging on and checking out what porn sites I frequented.
The bed came just after 11am, one of the guys who delivered it was about 18 yrs old and handsome as fuck, I eyed up his package as he and the driver carried the mattress into the house I liked what I was seeing, I was standing there in my boxers getting semi hard as I watched his package Jiggle as they walked the mattress in through the door way. I knew I was showing in my boxers, so tried to avoid getting too close to them, by the time they brought the base in, I had pulled on a pair of trackies and fixed my hard cock into the waistband of my boxers to hold it out of sight.
I signed for the bed and they got on there way, I watched the younger guys ass through the window as he walked down the path towards the van (fuck yea I would have).
Now the bed was here I jumped in to the shower had a quick half wank to the bed delivery guy, I cut it short, I wanted to keep my cum incase Greg was down the park and wanted to have some fun, I was in the park bang on 12, but there was no sign of Greg, I played with the dog throwing sticks for him, when Greg was still not in the park by 12.45 I decided to go into the woods, I walked to the fallen tree, the spunk I had shot on to it the day before had gone I suppose it must have dried in, the dog ran about as I stood there rubbing my cock and balls through my trackies getting myself hard, dreaming that it was Greg who was touching me up, I would get rock hard then leave it alone for a minute or two, then when it went back down to soft I would start rubbing it again making it hard causing my precum to rise, I put my hand down into my boxers got some precum on my finger brought it to my mouth and licked it up, I must have hung around the fallen tree for about an hour, then went back out into the park and sat on a bench just hoping that Greg might be late.
After another hour had passed I gave up and headed home to get rid of the spunk that I had saved for him.
On the way back home from the Park I was pretty pissed off, I had hoped against hope that Greg would have been there waiting on me, I so wanted to taste his dick again, I wanted a mouthful of his spunk I wanted him to suck me I wanted to hold him, touch him, kiss him I was almost in tears, I did not have a number for him or an address, I knew the area he lived in but there must be more than a thousand houses in his estate and I did not even know his surname, had I lost him forever.
I was almost home when I met my mate Gary, he told me that he had been to my house looking for me, I told him that I had been out with the dog and we walked back towards my house. Gary was my one true love, I had wasted more spunk thinking of Gary than any other guy probably as much as all the guys I wanked too put together.
Gary was the same age as me and lived on the same street, we had been mates since we were able to go out and play on the streets. Me and him had a special bond and as I said earlier his was the first hard cock I ever saw and the first I had touched, it's hard to explain what it was but I was closer to Gary than I was to my two brothers, just being near him made me feel good, and I loved the times that it was only us two together, sometimes we would walk for miles just chatting or sit in my room playing the play station. Gary came from a big family he had two older sisters 3 younger brothers and a sister. His Dad had done a runner about two years before leaving his mother with all the kids, his house was crazy to be honest it was a total dump, I don't think his Mum ever tidied up, the whole house was pretty dirty. Gary wore the same clothes for day's sometimes even weeks, he was always pretty scruffy, he had dark hair that badly needed cut, but I loved his hair and at any opportunity I got I would touch, feel or run my fingers through it. me and him could talk about anything and he often told me about things that went on in his home, one time they had no money for the electricity so it got cut off and they had to use candles for light and had nothing to cook on, that lasted for weeks before it got sorted.
Gary would get a lot of abuse from the older boys on the estate or at school, they would be calling him names like black boy, smelly, dirty dick etc, one day some of the older boys grabbed him and debagged him, throwing his trainers and trousers up on to the school roof, his socks were really stinking and his briefs were visibly dirty it was a shame, he sat crying as a crowd of people stood around him slagging him off, I climbed on to the roof and got his trousers and trainers, I got some verbal hassle from the older boys for helping him but nothing heavy, my oldest brother John had a bit of a reputation as a fighter so they knew if they hurt me they would have John to answer to, so although they jeered me for getting his clothes they did not make a big issue out of it.
Sometimes if Gary had been in my room for a while you could smell his feet through his trainers, I used to pray that Mum would not come into the room until he went home, as she would always comment on the strange smell making us check the soles of our trainers to see if we had stood on dog muck or whatever, but she was as bad as the bully's she knew what it was, she would often say to me tell Gary to jump in for a shower and give him a change of clothes and I will wash his dirty ones for him, I suggested it once but he got really embarrassed and uncomfortable so I never mentioned it again although my Mum often did.
Gary is a very smiley guy, he always has a big grin on his face, He is slim and I would say good looking, he had never had a girlfriend because of his hygiene issues, but that never bothered him, he just gets on with his life, although he often said he wished he could be adopted, there was chaos in his house all the time, arguing and fighting his Mum was always drunk. Not many of our friends had ever been in his house he was pretty ashamed of it, but I had been in more times than anyone else.
We walked to my house laughing and joking as we went, I made us both a pot noodle and we went in to my room to eat them, everything was stripped out my TV the Play station and PC. All sitting in my new digs, So we just sat on the bed and talked as we ate. When we were finished our food we began messing around, sort of dummy fighting this was intentional on my part I always started it off, it was always the way I could get to touch him and get him aroused, we rolled about a bit twisting and turning our legs and arms wrapped around each others, me trying to push my cock against his leg or arse, I would always get instantly hard as soon as I thought about wrestling with him so I would have to spring into action right away to avoid him seeing my tented trackies.
I am sure he got just as hard as I did knowing what was coming, but he pretended he was not into my games always feigning protest, sometimes I would get a quick feel around his package area, and he was always as hard as me, I would often get him on his back and straddle him, my bum on his cock area I would hold him like that for as long as I could grinding my ass on to his hard cock area. Sometimes he would fight me off pretty quickly, other times he would not try so hard and I would sit on him for up to ten minutes at a time, then he would give in to my advances and let my hand into his boxers, although always claiming it was just to get peace.
So this afternoon we are rolling about on my bed, it was all getting very sexual we were both hard, I had touched him a few times at first he kept pushing my hand away this was always the way it was, I often wonder if it was down to the fact that his boxers were often dirty and he felt embarrassed, because when he did give in there was no doubt in my mind that he enjoyed it as much as I did, I often wondered if I had managed to get him fresh out the shower having just changed his clothes if he would have been more relaxed, I was sitting on his chest, my hand was behind me down his trackies and playing with him, he was still protesting but with a giggle, and that look of contentment on his face that told me it was ok, I could feel his precum my hand began to ride his cock faster, I guided his hand to mine, he pulled down the front of my trackies and began gently wanking me, both of us staring in to each others eyes like a couple of young lovers, then I heard the front door opening it was Mum coming in from work, we both jumped at the same time, we got into a sitting position just as Mum popped her head around the bedroom door, my face was probably the same colour as Gary's, Bright Red.
I often think of that day, and wonder what would have happened had Mum not came home when she did, we had done these things loads of times, but that day there was something different about Gary's part in it, he was totally relaxed and just the way he was looking at me as he wanked me was not only sensual but also comforting, it just felt right, I wonder if Mum had caught us in the act, if things would have turned out different later on in years.