Arron Melrose

His parents and siblings were of course suitably impressed by the sight of Arron in his new suit as they all enjoyed the evening meal, with his father reminiscing about the late lamented Joe Bygrove. At first his parents had felt a little queasy at their son wanting what was after all, a dead man’s suit for his birthday. But they had to admit that he wore it well.

With his mother’s injunction ringing in his ears that she expected him home by 9pm at the very latest, Arron made his way to the Zetland Arms. Confidently, he strode into the pub. He even considered chancing his arm and buying a pint of lager before going up to the function room where the party was being held, but decided against it. As Arron knew it would be, the function room was already a hive of boozing conviviality. The now ex upper sixth of Calderwood School were celebrating their end of school career and anticipating the A Level successes, they all hoped would be theirs. The focal points around whom all and everything spun were Lidia Shields- Probert and Robert Craig, now at the end of their tenures, but arguably the most popular prefects in the recent history of Calderwood School. For his part, Arron was welcomed by some and on this basis he hoped to be absorbed into this congregation of his seniors without too much ado; and who knows, proffered some kind of alcoholic drink. Whistles of awe at his purple suit bolstered his expectations for the evening. But wait, had Arron not faithfully promised his parents that if they allowed him to go to the Zetland, not a single drop of alcohol would pass his lips? Indeed he had; and immediately he dismissed any prospect of beer in particular, from his mind. It was in this state of virtue recalled, that Arron moved cheerily amongst the soon to depart upper 6th. They might be 2 years ahead of Arron, but most here knew him and alike with them in intellectual, though not alas in physical stature, Arron was confident that all would go well. Alas, his hopes were dashed within minutes.

“What the hell are you doing here, Arron?”

At first he did not register that it was Robert Craig who began hustling him from the function room. A sympathetic chorus of ragged cheers served as some consolation.

“Never mind” and “better luck next time” they called. John Foster who was about to thrust a double vodka and orange in Arron’s direction, halted in his tracks and melted into the background. His intention of putting Arron’s reputation as a good fuck to the test, would have to wait. Arron grinned at the assemblage. He bowed in mock solemnity. With a backward wave, the interloper suffered himself to be escorted from the premises.

“It is not illegal for me to be in a pub,” he protested as Robert and he leaned against the low beer garden wall.

“Maybe not,” said Robert. “But only under adult supervision and in any case you are not allowed to drink alcohol, adult supervision or no.”

“But you are an adult, so are all the guys in the function room.”

Robert almost snorted an uncharacteristic disdain. “Exactly Arron, we wanted an end of school bash. In three months we will be scattered to the for winds, to universities all over the country. Most of us will never see each other again, I should think.

“ Haven’t got my motor with me, otherwise I’d drive you home” he continued, making moves to leave, “but I’ll walk you to the bus stop.”

A mild tingle of pleasure took Arron by surprise, stopping him from protesting that he did not need to be walked to the bus stop or anywhere else.

“Lidia and you always watched over younger ones at school. You did more to keep bulling out of Calderwood than some of the teachers,” he said seriously.

They paused.

“Some of us wanted come and say thanks to you both.”

“I’ll tell Lidia. She will appreciate that, said Robert gently.”

They resumed walking.

“We planned to gate-crash your party and tell you. But the pussies got cold feet at the last minute. So it was only me.”

“Ah,” nodded Robert, with an air of understanding, that caused Arron to experience another tingle of pleasure. He almost felt guilty in the face of such consideration as he took in the muscular figure beside him. Until now he had only ever seen Robert in school uniform. A tight white top accentuated Robert’s torso with his strong arms and inviting pectorals topped he could see by nipples that must be the size of 50 pence pieces. Casually he slowed down just enough for Robert to step ahead and for Arron to thus appraise the muscular back, tapering as it did into a desirable denim covered arse. An admirable addition to his capacious wank bank, Arron decided.

Despite himself, Arron sighed audibly. He noticed that the smiling Robert’s eyes were greenish in colour and how this seemed to compliment the other’s dark brown hair. He had done this time enough before, but this was the nearest they had ever come to socialising. A special moment, thought Arron quietly.

“Impressive rags, by the way.”

The words recalled Arron from his reverie and he found himself almost garbling through a recital which included the charity shop, the late Mr. Bygrove and Manny Gould.- Though he stopped short of any mention of Samuel.

He was no less delighted and surprised when Robert suggested they exchanged phone numbers. A small but valuable step in Arron’s as yet unclear plan to fuck Robert’s brains out.

Ignoring passers-by, he performed a twirl for Robert, the better to show the purple suit in all its magnificence and his filling of it. With all that careful fitting by the skilled Mr. Gould, it really did fit Arron very well indeed.

“Impressive,” repeated Robert, but this time in a more gentle tone. “The purple goes with your dark blond hair and those brown eyes of yours; not to mention those dark eyebrows”

“All my own,” came the instant reply, “and my own natural colouring; except the suit. The purple I mean. I suppose Mr. Gould did that, or purchased the fabric, or whatever elderly tailors do…”

Arron paused for a breath. Silence reigned as they looked into one another’s eyes.

A decrepit double decker bus wheezed into view.

“Can I kiss you,” asked Arron, holding the other’s gaze.
In answer he felt himself drawn close and they kissed.

As the number 11 drew up, a hand fell lightly on Arron’s arm.

“Let’s go somewhere together before I disappear up the road to Eastampton University.

“You bet Robbie,” he gushed.

Arron dashed to the back seat of the bus, slightly surprised to find himself looking out of the window until Robert had completely disappeared from view. It was only later that he realized that Robert had not moved and had watched the bus go on its way, with a like intensity.

Hours later, found Arron laying naked on his bed, imagination aflame with images of Robert. They kissed passionately as the two fought for dominance. Robert knelt over him and forcing him back onto the bed, face fucked Arron with determination. But later after a 69, it was Arron who gained the upper hand. His spunk shot in the air; and in his mind, Arron thrust his cock deep inside Robert’s masculine hole.

Moments later, as his breathing resumed its normal pace Arron’s phone pinged.

‘hope u got home alright. What about the

County Shield match nxt sat.’

And so it was that the two went to the annual friendly football match between Eastampton County and Skelthorpe Town. If he possibly could, Arron was going to lay this total hunk two years his senior.