Lunch Break
by Nathan Jones
email: nathan.jones080@gmail.com
Part Four
By now I was finding it pretty difficult to concentrate on the film. My cock was as stiff as an iron bar and I could still feel the ghost of Mat’s tender touch on my stomach. I cleared my throat nervously and looked across at him. He was back into the film and seemed oblivious of the effect he was having on me. I tried to put the horny thoughts I was having out of my head and settle down again.
We watched the rest of the film in silence but the air almost crackled from the tension between us. He slid further down in his seat and spread his legs, pressing one of them against mine. I resisted the temptation to move, instead enjoying the feel of this seemingly insignificant moment of contact.
Eventually the film came to an end and we got up to leave the cinema. As we came out into the bright evening light we blinked and rubbed our misty eyes. It was getting quite late and I knew I would have to go home soon. We stood chatting for a while about the film, neither of us wanting to be the one to bring our evening together to an end.
“Do you fancy a MacDonalds?” I eventually managed to say.
I don’t know why it had been so hard for me to ask him such a simple thing. I think I was afraid that he would say no and then I would feel rejected. I was extremely sensitive at that age and tended to read too much into things.
“Sure!” he replied, “I thought you were never going to ask!”
Smiling broadly, I led the way towards the nearest MacDonalds. He walked at my side in silence for a while and then asked if I wanted to go to his house after we had eaten. I felt almost dizzy with excitement and accepted immediately. As we ate we made the usual small talk but somehow there was an excitement, a nervousness that both of us seemed to be feeling. My stomach felt full of butterflies and I even found it difficult to eat, something with which I never have a problem.
We finished our meal quickly and made our way out. I was beginning to get a little worried now because it was quite late and really I should phone my parents to let them know I was okay. Of course, I didn’t need their permission but I knew they would worry if I didn’t phone. When I mentioned it to Mat he looked at his watch.
“Yes, it is late.” He said, frowning. “You can phone them when you get to mine if you like. In fact, why not tell them you’re staying over!” he added excitedly.
He said it as if he had just thought of it but somehow I had the feeling that this had been the plan all along.
“Won’t your parents mind?” I asked.
I had always been far too polite for my own good, but I needn’t have worried.
“They’re not home.” He answered. “In fact they won’t be home until Monday.
“Okay! Great!” I agreed.
When we arrived at Mats I called my parents to put their minds at rest. I didn’t tell them that Mat and I were in the house alone. I didn’t lie to them, I just didn’t tell them all of the details. They were happy and so was I. What more could anyone ask.
Once the phone call was over and everything was cool, Mat told me to kick off my shoes and then led me into the living room.
“Do you want a beer?” he asked.
As I said, we were in our last year at school so by now we were no strangers to the odd beer.
“Cheers! Yes please!” I answered.
Mat went into the kitchen leaving me alone for a few seconds. I looked around the room taking in my surroundings. Mat's parents seemed to be very modern in their tastes. Almost everything was white, even the carpet. The place was immaculate and even though I was freshly scrubbed and wearing new clothes I was reluctant to sit down on the spotless white leather sofas.
Mat came back with a bottle for each of us.
“Sit down you dummy! I know the place looks like a showroom but we do live here.” He grinned as he threw himself down onto the biggest sofa.
I sat down on the edge of a chair feeling nervous and afraid to put my bottle down on the table in case it left a mark.
“Tell you what, let’s go up to my room. You’ll be more comfortable there.”
He was right. I felt awkward sat in that glistening living room that seemed to have come straight out of an advert for modern living. I followed him up the stairs and he led me along a short corridor to his room.
This was more like it. It was a mess! Clean, but nevertheless, a mess. I sat on the edge of his bed and he went over to his music system to put something on. Before long the music was pounding out, the TV was on, but muted, he was sat on the floor surrounded by magazines, skateboard, rollerblades and all the other stuff we all collect and I felt much happier. This part of the house at least felt normal to me.
We chatted awkwardly for a few minutes as we finished our beers.
“Time for a top up!” he said, waving his empty bottle as proof. “Back in a minute!”
He disappeared downstairs leaving me alone in his room. I waited patiently looking around the room but before long the temptation was too much. I slid my hand between his mattress and the divan and found the prize I was looking for, a magazine. A quick check to make sure he wasn’t coming back yet and I slid it half out. I had just enough time to see a picture of two guys fucking before I heard the sound of footsteps on the stairs and had to push it back.
I could feel the blood pounding in my neck as he opened the door and I tried to smile naturally.
“What?” he asked suspiciously.
“Nothing! Just happy” I replied.
He passed me my beer and I took a big swig.
By now it was getting quite late. It had been dark for some time but it was weekend and no parents in the house so we decided to play some video games. Mat plugged in the console and we sat side by side, cross legged on the floor in front of the TV. The game was a beat’m’up type with lots of button pushing and stick waggling going on. When I started to win Mat began to lean over, pushing me at critical moments to try to put me off.
“Hey! Not fair!” I protested and began to push him back.
Within minutes our gentle pushing developed into a full blown, but light hearted wrestling match. I have to admit, Mat was a bit stronger than me but we were a similar size and build, both slim and lightly muscled and well matched. As we rolled around the floor, each one trying to gain a small advantage I began to get hard. Mat tried to get me in a headlock and I twisted to get out of it turning to face him. That put me on my back on the floor with him spread eagled over me, his arm around my neck and his head at the side of mine.
Suddenly he froze. As we lay there, gasping from our efforts, I closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling of his weight on top of me and the closeness of his face to mine. I became aware of a small movement against my hip and realised that what I had taken to be his hip bone was in fact his hard cock. It pulsed again and my own pulsed in response, like to people calling to each other. He lifted his head and looked directly into my eyes. For a few seconds we lay there, very still apart from our panting breath and pulsating cocks. I so wanted to kiss him but of course I didn’t. He got up off me and began to tidy the room.
“Boy this place is a mess!” he said, as if suddenly realising it for the first time.
I didn’t say anything. Instead I picked myself up off the floor and straightened my clothes and hair. After a few minutes of token straightening he asked me if I was ready for bed.
“Yeah, sure okay! But I don’t have any pyjamas. Have you got some you could lend me?” I asked.
“Pyjamas!” he responded “I haven’t worn pyjamas since I was ten! I sleep in the nuddy but you can keep your undies on if you want. I won’t tell!”
I blushed, feeling a bit of an idiot and not a little childish, for saying I still wore pyjamas.
“Where am I sleeping?” I asked.
“How many beds do you see?” he answered with a crooked grin on his face.
“Both of us in the same bed?”
“Don’t worry I won’t molest you or anything. It’s a big bed. Tim slept in it with me when he stayed over.”
Tim was one of the tough guys in the class and not one to be messed with. I mean, he was okay, not nasty or anything but very macho and always chasing the girls. He had a reputation as being the first to have lost his virginity and most of the guys looked up to him.
“Okay…” I muttered feigning reluctance.
We began to strip off and I sat on the edge of the bed as I slid out of my trousers. When I turned to look at Mat he was sliding under the duvet. I didn’t have time to see if he still had his underwear on but when he had laughed at me earlier for wearing pyjamas in bed it had stung so I slipped of my t-shirt then my underpants and tried to join him while keeping my back to him. I decided it was probably best to lie on my stomach to hide my stiff cock.
“So when did Tim stay over?” I asked.
“Oh, a few weeks ago.” he said. “In fact, if I tell you a secret do you promise not to tell ANYBODY!” he continued.
“Okay. I promise” I replied, turning my head to look at him.
Our faces were just inches apart and in the half light coming from the small lamp I could see him checking out my face, looking into my eyes, then at my nose and mouth.
“Come on! Give!” I insisted “You can’t stop now!”
“Okay, okay. But don’t tell anybody!” he repeated.
“Promise!”
“Well…. Do you remember that he came into school one Monday with his neck full of love bites?”
“Yeeesss!” I answered slowly.
“And do you remember that he told everyone that he’d met a girl and they’d fucked and that was how he got the love bites, because she gave them to him as he was pounding her?”
Of course I remembered perfectly because the story had captured the attention of every boy in the class and I can guarantee that most of them wanked that night thinking about it.
“Yeeesss!” I responded again.
He hesitated.
“Well… go on!” I encouraged impatiently. This was going to be big, I could tell it was.
“Well, THAT was the weekend he stayed here.”
I looked at him puzzled, not sure what to make of what he was telling me.
“You mean…You..Him… You know!”
“No you idiot!” he laughed.
“He told me he wanted to show off and was planning a fat tale and he wanted me to help him by giving him the love bites, that’s all! What did you think? That he fucked me?” He laughed again. “You really can be a dumb ass at times.”
“Ohhh!” I said “I see!”
When Mat had finished laughing we lay silently for a while.
“Do you want me to give you one?” he asked. “It might help you to build your rep at school.”
I hesitated pretending to be considering the matter, but the decision had been made instantly.
“Okay… but only a small one and below the neck line!” I eventually answered.
“Turn on your back then.” He ordered “it has to be on the front.”
I turned on my back and covered my crotch with my hands trying to keep my burgeoning cock from being too obvious. Mat moved closer to me and peeled back the duvet revealing my chest. He looked at me for a few seconds then placed his mouth on the front part of my shoulder and began to suck. After a few moments he lifted off and looked at his handiwork.
“You need more than one. I’ll do one on the other side as well.”
Without saying any more he reached across me and placed his mouth on my other shoulder, but this time much closer to my neck. As he sucked he breathed heavily and began to rest his weight on me. As the naked skin of his chest touched mine I closed my eyes enjoying the sensation. After a few minutes of gentle sucking he lifted himself up and looked directly into my eyes.
“Do you remember what we did in the boiler room?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Do you want to try it again?”
“Yes.”
He leaned slowly towards me and our lips met. At first the kiss was gentle but very quickly it developed into something much more passionate. He moved closer to me and I felt his stiff cock touch the side of my leg. He stopped and lifted his head looking at me. I took one of my hands off my cock and placed it on the back of his head pushing him down towards me again. As we kissed for the second time he slid his body over mine until he was completely over me. I moved my other hand and our cocks pressed against each other.
He began to thrust rubbing his boner against my hips and at the same time pushing his tongue into my mouth. I sucked on it hungrily. Our breathing was becoming noisy and I couldn’t help the occasional groan or grunt! I placed my hands on his firm ass kneading the soft flesh. He moved down my neck kissing me as he went. When he moved over one of my nipples and nipped it gently with his teeth it sent a shockwave of sensation through my body directly to the tip of my stiff shaft.
“Ohhhh!” I groaned gently.
He began to move lower and I began to panic a little. I wasn’t sure I wanted him to actually see my cock. I reached down and placed my hands under his arms and tried to pull him back up again but he ignored me and continued on down.
“No! No, don’t!” I pleaded, but he still ignored me.
He reached my belly button, just an inch or so away from the tip of my cock. By now it was pulsating wildly and I wasn’t sure how much longer I could hold on.
“Stop, stop stop!” I insisted “if you don’t stop I’ll cum!”
I looked down at the top of his head and he lifted his gaze to look up at me, smiling.
“I know!” he answered.
With that he moved down the small amount necessary to reach my cock. My hands went to his head and tried to pull him off as he went down on my cock.
“No, Really! Don’t! I can’t hold it!” I pleaded.
His warm mouth engulfed the head of my cock and I immediately began to feel the building sensation of an imminent climax.
He began to slide his tongue over the head whilst at the same time grasping the shaft in his hand. He lifted it vertical and took it deep into his throat. It was too much and I knew I was seconds away from squirting my load into his mouth. I pulled desperately at his head.
“I can’t hold it, I can’t hold it!”
Unconsciously I began to thrust my hips pushing my cock deep into his throat as I felt the first spasm behind my balls. Just in time he lifted his head off me and a white streamer of cum arced through the air before spattering on my chest. Another quickly followed it, followed by another and another.
Mat watched the show wide eyed as I bucked beneath him, pushing with my hips, throwing my had back into the pillow and launching streamer after streamer of cum through the air.
Oh God! Oh fuck, aauggh! I gasped.
When I eventually stopped my torso and the surrounding bed were covered in cum.
“Wow! That was amazing!” he said, incredulous.
“I’ll clean you up and then it’s my turn!” he said.
As he disappeared out of the door to fetch me a towel I wondered what he meant. I would soon find out.
