William

By: Paul Jamison
(© 2008-2010 by the author)

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Chapter 8

Liam Russell’s viewpoint…

I stared at the monitor screen on my desk. I’d recently dared to type ‘gay stories’ into Google and had spent the last few nights reading stuff from the high school section of the first site on the list, called The Nifty Archive.  My reading had been exciting at first. It was after all my first experience of anything like this and it so easy to get at too.  It had led to my using a whole box of tissues over the time since I’d discovered the stories. There was, however, something missing, I thought to myself. Most of this seems to be… meet at registration and by lunchbreak you’re ‘doing it’ in the loos.  Don’t think so, I thought. There’re too many assumptions here for a start.  One… you’re gay, two… he’s gay, three… you make that known, four… you fancy each other, five… you go do it…  Um… no, not in this school where you do attend classes, do have to do some work and chatting to unknowns is fraught with danger, especially about stuff like being gay and… well, actually doing things.  Some of the stories seemed a little less in a rush to get into stuff… they were better. I wondered to myself where more of those sort might be found.

I was a slim lad of medium height with reddish hair and green eyes. I’d always been a keen swimmer and was no slacker in the classroom either. I was, however, lonely.  Over the last few months I’d confronted the now, to me at least, sorry fact that I thought he was gay, yes gay. I didn’t know where to turn for some help and advice. Until, perhaps, today, when I’d met Barnes and Naylor down the leisure centre. They were the year below me, but I’d seen them around school and what was it they were saying about staying with the ‘guys next door’?  I’d really wanted to know more, ask questions, but then had not been the time to probe cos of what had happened to Barnes’s grandparents.  Still there was still the rest of the week on the course. I’m hoping that I might get a chance to chat more to them.

So I turned my attention back to the screen and the story I’d been reading.  My excitement level was just about to peak and I was reaching for the tissues when a fizzling sound came from the back of my computer and a second or two later the screen went black and there was a strong smell of burning from the box.  I speedily cleaned up with one hand, killing the power from the wall socket with the other. Sitting back in my chair staring at the now blank screen, I turned off the monitor as well and started to worry.

I got up and unplugged the monitor from the main unit. I then switched that on again, the screen showed life and the ‘no signal found’ message appeared.  

‘Good,’ I thought to himself, ‘nothing wrong with the monitor. That’s something, but I need to sort out how to get this fixed without anyone telling my mum where I’ve been looking online.’ I intoned a long and loud ‘bloody hell!’ rather less than quietly to myself.

There was nothing more that I could do right then so, I went off to the bathroom to shower and get ready to turn in. I’d been online for over two hours since supper and it was well gone eleven. ‘Swimming in the morning,’ I thought to myself as I repacked my backpack with the dried swimming togs my mother had given back to me after dinner. Then as I turned back his duvet, shed my clothes down to my boxers and snuggled into bed, an inkling of an idea came into my head. I seemed to recall in the leisure centre café that something Barnes and Naylor were discussing about a new computer those guys were building for his birthday? I wondered if there was a chance they looked at dead ones too. With that thought floating in my mind I drifted off to sleep.

* * *

Will’s viewpoint…

On the Tuesday morning I was up bright and early. I’d slept exceptionally well after the previous day’s exertions at swimming training, but was ready for another day, especially as it meant seeing Justin again. I felt more and more comfortable now that ‘things’ were out in the open between us and I was feeling good about how stuff had moved on. I wasn’t at all sure about ‘doing stuff’ yet. I didn’t really know much about what ‘stuff there was to do’. I mean, I knew some things and had heard stories about some obvious ones and wasn’t sure at all about some activities… There were plenty of things to ask about, but how to without it seeming too obvious? I’d have to think more on that and perhaps talk to Justin too, later after training.

With that still on my mind I dropped my boxers into the linen basket and headed for the bathroom for shower and morning business. I was interrupted from my shower by the sound of my mobile from the bedroom. Shutting off the water and quickly grabbing a towel I headed back into my room. Snatching up the phone from my desk, I flipped it open and clicked it on.

“Hi, Jus,” I said, as the display had shown who was calling. “Trying to wake me up are you?”  I laughed down the phone and listened for a moment before replying. “Nah, already up and in the shower… Righto, thanks, I’ll tell ’em at breakfast okay?” … “Yeah see you at the centre. Bye.” I shut the phone, hurriedly finished dressing, sorted out my backpack and scuttled downstairs to the kitchen.

* * *

Paul’s viewpoint…

Will entered the kitchen just as Rick was making tea and toast.  I was nowhere to be seen. Rick turned to Will.

“You’re an early bird today?”

“Yeah, I guess,” he replied.

“Toast and tea again?” Rick asked.

“Please, that’s great, thanks,” Will replied.  “Where’s Paul?”

“I’m right behind you!” I replied, coming into the kitchen. “I was just checking some emails.”

“Oh sorry. It’s just Justin called and I’m invited to supper there after swimming today, if that’s okay?” Will asked.

“Yes sure,” I replied. “Have fun. Do you need collecting afterwards?”

“Nah, I’ll be okay. It’s not far, only a couple of streets away.”

“Okay, but call if it’s wet or there’s a problem, all right?  Oh, and you’ll be pleased to know your computer components have been despatched and will arrive anytime,” I said and resumed preparing some breakfast.

“Oh brilliant, so we can build it this weekend?  Wow! I must tell Jus right away,” Will enthused, taking out his mobile as he spoke and texting furiously for a few moments.

Rick got up from the table and taking his crockery to the dishwasher loaded the dirty items before turning to Will.

“Do you need a lift this morning?”

“Nah, ’sokay, thanks. I can walk to Justin’s,” Will replied.

“Don’t forget to mention to him about the canal trip, okay? It’s the last week in October, your half-term break. Tell his mum to phone us if she needs more information. Not that we’ve much ourselves yet. We know the size, where it is and roughly how much it’s going to cost. So I hope that’s enough to go on,” I said.

Rick picked up his keys and turning to us both said

“Bye, guys. See you both later.”  He left through the kitchen to the garage and drove off to work.

As Will and I were finishing our breakfast the door bell went.  I stood up and saw through the window the familiar green and yellow van of City Link, the carrier service the computer component warehouse used.  I made my way to the front door with Will closely following and we took delivery of the boxes of components and the monitor. I signed the driver’s delivery docket and we carried the boxes through to the kitchen. Will was noticeably excited by now and was keen to unpack the delivery.

“I thought you were keen to get off to Justin’s?” I grinned at him.

“Um… well… yes, but that was before this all arrived,” he finished with a grin.

“Okay, let’s do a quick check to make sure it’s all here and then we’ll leave it till we have time to do it in one afternoon. Okay? I think Sunday’ll be the best bet on that, after brunch.”

Will was hopping up and down with excitement as I slit open the boxes to take out the parts. It was as I had hoped, all there correctly. Motherboard, memory, power supply, processor, DVD drives, card reader and, separately boxed, the case and monitor. I put all the components back into one box and made a small pile in the corner of the breakfast room. We checked the monitor and the case for damage, none visible so we repacked them until we were ready to build.

“Time you went, I think?” I remarked to Will.

“Yeah, thanks for checking it through though. Can Justin be here when we build it?” Will asked.

“Don’t see why not,” I replied.  “As long as it’s okay with his mum that is. Ask this evening. You’re there for supper, aren’t you? Oh, thinking about it, I’ll have a chat with your dad. So wait for me to call you about the canal boat trip before you talk to Justin, okay?”

“Okay,” Will said.

He picked up his backpack and set off down the hall with a friendly ‘bye’ to me as he went. I resumed my seat and poured another coffee. Then a thought struck me and I went over to our laptop and booted it up to check on a few things about possible routes and general canal boat information. I emailed Adrian to ask for a layout plan of his boat, if he had one, or a link to where I could see one, if possible that day. That done I shut down the laptop and prepared to head off into town myself.

* * *

Will’s viewpoint…

Justin and I arrived at the leisure centre at a quarter to eleven and made our way to the locker rooms passing though the reception to show our course passes. Once there we took adjacent lockers and changed into our swimming togs. Looking around the changing room we saw Liam talking to another boy his age that we vaguely recognised from school swimming team. He was a sixth-former too, we thought, and so we wouldn’t have come into contact much, if at all. We didn’t know his name. Liam caught our glances and waved as he smiled at us. He turned back to his conversation with the other lad.

Jus closed his locker and waited for me to do so. We both then went poolside to wait for instructors and the day’s training and practice sessions to begin. Again we were worked hard until the routines had been learnt to an extent they became an automatic reaction. We were pretty glad to be back in the locker rooms just after four o’clock. After showering and changing we both again made our way to the cafeteria to make up for some lost calories. A satisfying double cheeseburger, large fries and extra large Coke each just about kept the pangs down for the time being at least.

As we were munching away we noticed Liam coming off the end of the line with a tray of food just as he’d done the day before. We saw him scanning the room for somewhere to sit in the pretty crowded café and Justin waved towards him.

“Liam’s coming over,” Justin commented to me as he continued to munch.

I turned my head to follow Liam’s progress towards our table.

“Oh yeah, I like him. He’s okay, seems to like us too. Wonder why?” I said.

“Guess it’s cos we’re into swimming and stuff,” Justin replied.

Liam arrived and took a seat next to Justin. “Hi, how’s today gone then?” he asked us both.

“Hard work, but good. We’re both going to get there according to the instructors anyway. How’s yours going?  You’re doing gold, aren’t you?” I replied.

“Yeah, it’s going fine too. I just love being in the water anyway. So I’m not finding it too hard. It’s just a matter of technique and practice. Um… can I ask something?”

“Yeah, what?” we both replied.

“The guys you’re staying with, you said they do computers?  Um… you said yesterday they’re building you a new one.”

“Yeah, Paul builds them in his spare time. It’s a hobby. He helped fix up my old one. Then my dad asked him to sort out one for my fifteenth birthday next week. He’s a radio producer normally,” I said.

“Um… I’ve got problems with mine. It went sorta bang last night as I was reading some stuff online. The monitor seems okay. It’s the main box that’s gone dead,” he said. “Do you think you could ask um… Paul if he could have a look for me?” Liam finished.

“Yeah, I’ll ask him this evening. Giss yer moby number. I’ll text you, okay?”

“Thanks. It’s 07273-849750, okay?” Liam read off his screen.

“Got it,” Will said as he finished adding it to his phone. “I’ll text as soon as I’ve asked, okay?  What happened then?”

“Oh, I was just reading stuff and then there was a crackle and a fizz noise, a smell of burning and the screen went dead. The monitor’s okay. I checked it. It’s the main box that’s dead. I’m not keen on it going to a shop. They are so expensive and I don’t want them poking about much either,” he said.

“Oh, wot you been looking at then?  Naughty stuff?”  we both laughed.

“Not really. I just don’t want anyone poking around or telling my mum,” Liam said.

Just at that moment my phone shrilled a text received tone and I picked it up to read the message. It was from Paul and simply read ‘Your dad has okayed canal holiday - tell Justin and try for another friend – Paul.’

“Oh! That’s brilliant,” I said. “Hey, that was Paul. He’s fixed it with my dad. I can go on the canal narrow boat holiday. It’s set for our half term and you can come too if you can get permission off your Ps,” I said to Justin.

“What!” Justin muttered though a mouthful of cheeseburger. “What boat?” he added.

“It’s Adrian and James from Sunday. They’ve this boat share and can’t use it all up this year. So they’ve given Rick and Paul a week and it’s the week of our half term. So we can go if you can get permission, okay?”

“Wow! Really? What sort of boat is it?” Justin asked.

“Paul says its sixty-five foot long, about seven foot wide, um… it’s got six berths, central-heating, shower, toilets, fridge, cooker and all that stuff. It’s quite luxury, he said,” I explained.

“Where would we go on it?” Justin asked.

“On some round trip, Paul says. I’m not sure where or anything yet,” I answered. “Can we talk about it with your Ps this evening so Paul and Rick can get things arranged with Adrian and stuff, okay?”

“Yeah, let’s get going then.  My mum should be outside for us soon anyway.”

Justin and I said bye to Liam and he said bye back. I told him that I’d text him about fixing his computer later that evening. Liam thanked us and ten we wandered off towards the foyer to wait for Justin’s mum to collect us. We’d just got out of the foyer area near the set down pick up lane when Justin’s phone went. It was his mum saying she was in parking area C and if we both made our way there, she was ready to go. We both hurried over to the area and picked out the car. Mrs Naylor flashed her lights so as we could find it easily as she’d spotted us coming down the pavement. We both got in, Justin in front and me in the back, and we set off for Justin’s house.

On the drive back Justin began to explain about the canal holiday, but apart from the fact that it was a boat on a canal somewhere at half term he did not have anywhere near enough information to satisfy his mother’s questions. At which point his mother turned round to me and asked me if I knew exactly what it was and where. I had to admit that apart from what Jus’d already told her I didn’t know anymore either, except my dad had said yes that day to the trip.

“In that case”, Mrs. Naylor said, “I’ll give you a lift home William after supper and ask Paul and Rick for the full details. If Commander Barnes has okayed it for you, then it’s almost certainly okay by us, but I want all the details first. It just might be perfect as we have plans for that week that’ll be a lot easier if Justin’s away. I’ll say no more now till it’s discussed with Paul and Rick later. So don’t ask, all right,” she finished.

“Okay, Mum,” Justin said, turning round in his seat to look at me as he answered with a huge grin and a two thumbs up sign.

“Now all we need is one more body. Paul reckons five’s the best number. Something about working the locks,” I said.

“Who can we ask?” Justin replied. “We need the right person too,” he said with emphasis in his voice and a very knowing look at me.

“Yeah, you’re right there,” Will replied.

We’d arrived at the Naylors’ home and Mrs Naylor parked up on the driveway. We both got out and trailed towards the side door. She followed us after locking the car and opened up. Once inside the kitchen she demanded  Justin’s wet swimming togs from him. Turning to me she suggested I gave her mine also as it was just as easy to run two sets through as one. I emptied my bag out and after thanking Mrs Naylor handed over the carrier bag with the wet kit. She added them to Justin’s and leaving us in the kitchen went to the utility room and set the washer going

Justin in the meanwhile had opened the fridge and taken out a couple of cans of Coke. He handed one to me, then opened his, took a long drink and said

“Let’s go to my room.”

“Okay,” I replied. We both left the kitchen for Justin’s room.

Once inside Jus’s room we faced each other and almost in synchronous movement put arms round each other and began some serious kissing. After a few minutes or so of rubbing up against each other, cocks straining in our pants, hands wandering down backs and over jeans clad bottoms, feeling each others cheeks as they did so, tonguing deeply into each other’s mouths, we came up together gasping for air.

“Mmmmm! Oh Wow!” Justin smooched.  “That’s just amazing. You really are quite a kisser, Will.”

“I don’t know how. You’re the first you know,” I replied.

“Yeah, you said before. My first was at the school disco, but that was a girl.  So I’m not counting that one anymore,” Justin said with a big grin.  “Not likely to be anymore of those either, except aunts and grandmas and stuff.”

“They don’t count. They’re all just family anyway,” I replied.  “Hey d’ya think you can get to stay over tomorrow with me?” I asked him shyly. “I’m sure Paul and Rick’ll say it’ll be okay if I ask, y’know. I mean I would like to do some more, but in private,” I said quietly.

“Yeah, let’s ask when my mum takes us over, okay?  Perhaps we can sort it then. I want more, but let’s not rush into too much stuff yet. It’s all new for me, you know.”

“Me too.  I’ve not done anything at all before… except, you know… wanking really,” I replied.

“Yeah, me too,” Justin grinned. “I really like you though. You’re so sexy and when you posed like that picture I was so… um… horny!”

“Well, if you noticed, I was horny too, at least before I tripped over, anyway,” I replied. “That was all your fault too,” I laughed.

We both sat side by side on Justin’s bed and began to squeeze our cocks through their jeans. It was not long before each of us was getting on heat and the excitement was rising. Justin suddenly stood up and unclipping his jeans dropped them and his boxers to his ankles. He turned to me and said

“Let’s finish each other like this.”

I’d cottoned on already and was dropping my own to the floor. Justin lay back on his bed while I stroked his balls with one hand and manipulated his foreskin back and forth over the glans of his cock. Within a very short time Justin’s breathing quickened and his balls tightened and with three quick spurts and some throaty noises and trembling legs he had come into the tissue Will had grabbed from the bedside table.

“Wow, that’s just… um… amazing.  I’m going to do you now.”

I lay back as Justin had and enjoyed the sensations of having my balls stroked. After a few moments Justin’s fingers strayed below my balls to the soft area between my bum hole and balls. Jus stroked gently back and forth and in a very short time my breathing quickened as Justin’s had and with the nnng… nnng… nnnng… noises I made it was all over in as many spurts over another tissue. Justin leaned over me and kissed me ever so gently on my full lips. I opened my eyes, closed with the excitement of the orgasm just experienced, and responded as gently. We both kissed tenderly for a few moments, then Justin raised himself and began to pull up his boxers and jeans. I pushed myself upright and stood to do the same. Shyly looking at each other it had begun to dawn on me that we were indeed boyfriends…

The moment was shattered by a loud call from the hallway. Mrs Naylor announced that food was ready and if it was not attended to pronto, there was a very hungry dog that would oblige them by having their share.

“Crikey!” yelped Justin. “She’s not joking. That hound eats anything and everything,” he exploded. “Let’s get down there now.”

The two of them dressed speedily and made out of the room clattering down the stairs to the kitchen, arriving and looking as if food had not passed their lips for at least a week.

“Oh, I thought that threat might stir you both,” Mrs Naylor remarked. “You can’t be that hungry though, surely?  You had burgers at the pool cafeteria.

“Mum! That was ages ago!” Justin moaned.  “We’ve really been hard at it today.”

I’d taken a seat at the kitchen table and had started to drink the Coke that Mrs Naylor had passed to me, nearly had a fit on hearing ‘hard at it’ as the bubbles returned down my nose. That started Justin giggling and it wasn’t long before the pair of us were falling about uncontrollably. We managed to regain some sense of propriety and the odd giggle escaped from time to time when either of us caught the other’s eye. We just about managed to get through the supper without any more major giggling fits.

Mrs Naylor just shook her head in wonderment. ‘Teens never cease to amaze,’ she thought to herself. ‘What on earth could have triggered that’ Then she remembered that she had things to say and turned to them both.

“While you two were upstairs, I gave Paul a ring. He’s home and has a sheaf of stuff he’s printed off about this canal thing you want to go on. I’ll take Will back and have a look through it. I’ve had a brief word and it does all seem okay. It’s certainly going to be cheap enough, so we’ll pay for that and a contribution to your own spending money, okay?” she said, more to Justin than Will.

“So I can go then?” Justin asked.

“Provisionally, yes, as long as you don’t disgrace yourself before the holiday, okay?” she replied.  “Your father and I are keen to get away to Paris for a break and if you’re away with Will, it gives us a chance to go on our own,” she said.

“Fantastic, thanks, Mum.” Justin ran round the table and hugged his mother.

“Hey, you’re growing too quickly, be careful, put me down,” she remonstrated as Justin tried to lift his mum up.

We all enjoyed the meal and chatted away about what the boat holiday might be like and what his mum might enjoy in Paris with Justin’s dad whilst they were away. Before we realised, it was after nine o’clock and time to get the swimming togs sorted out for the next day and for me to go home to Paul and Rick’s.

We headed for Mrs Naylor’s car and got belted in. A few minutes later they pulled onto Paul and Rick’s driveway, got out of the car and I let everyone in through the front door calling out as I did.

“Hi! We’re back,” echoed down the hallway.

Rick came out of the living room and extended his hand towards Mrs Naylor.  After exchanging introductions Rick took Mrs Naylor into the living room, leaving me to look after Justin. I promptly took him towards the box of computer components in the corner of the kitchen and showed Justin the bits and pieces that would soon make up my new speed machine for the internet and games. WE were still there some ten minutes later when Mrs Naylor, now on first name terms with Rick and Paul, came to find us to set off home again. I got up from the table where they had been checking out the kit.

“Is it okay for Jus to stay over tomorrow, please?”

“It’s okay with us if it’s all right with you, Mary?” Rick said turning to Mrs Naylor. “We’ve plenty of room.  So no problem at all.”

“I think that’ll be okay. It’s not school for a few days yet, so why not? If you’re absolutely sure you want two teens that is. I’ll make sure Justin has his stuff with him when he goes to swimming course tomorrow,” she said.

“Oh I think we’ll manage,” Paul said. “Have you got the canal stuff I printed off for you okay?”

“Yes, I have it all here. It’ll be fine and I’ll make sure you’ve a letter of authority to act for us in case of emergency too, as we’ll be away in Paris for most of the time you’re on the canal,” she replied.

“Just formality really, but we’re used to having them for the Scouts on every camp and as you’re away it makes sense to be prepared. Then nothing’ll happen,” Paul said.

With that Mary Naylor gathered up her keys and with Justin in tow set off down the hallway to the front door. I was hopping from toe to toe in positive excitement at the thought of Justin staying over the following night. We all said goodbyes at the door and Mrs Naylor drove off a few moments later. Rick closed the front door and we returned to the living room.

Once sat down in front of the evening news, I suddenly recalled the chat with Liam in the café.

“Paul, can you have a look at a friend’s computer?  It went bang last night. It’s a boy called Liam Russell.  Rick met him at swimming yesterday. He doesn’t live far away and is on the same swimming course we are… except he’s on gold. He’s a bit of a swimming star at school.”

“Yes, I did,” Rick interjected. “Red haired lad, seemed very nicely spoken and polite too.”

“What happened?  Did he explain?” Paul asked.

“Said he was reading stuff online and it crackled and fizzed and went dead with a burning smell.  His monitor’s still okay though, he said,” Will replied.

“Sounds like a power supply failure,” Paul remarked. “Tell him yes. We’ll have a look and see what can be done. It might be just a power supply or it could be worse. See if he can bring it round Sunday when we’ve done yours, okay? Can he get over here okay?”

“I’ll text him now and tell him you can look Sunday.  I’ll ask tomorrow about transport, okay?”

The News ended and Rick switched off the TV.  We were all pretty ready for bed. I said goodnight and headed up the stairs texting as I went. Within a few minutes I’d a reply and arranged to chat to Liam the following day about looking at his dead computer.

I sat on me bed, got undressed, began to wonder idly what Liam was reading that he didn’t want his mum to know about.  Probably nude girls, I thought.  Suddenly another thought crossed my mind.  Couldn’t be, no, I thought. No, not Liam.  He didn’t seem gay. He didn’t seem the type, but then what was ‘the type’?  Justin and I weren’t ‘obvious’, at least we both thought not… so perhaps? He’d asked questions about Rick and Paul too.  So perhaps he was.

I finished undressing and took a quick shower. I’d decided to text my thoughts to Justin. Within a minute or so I got a ‘praps yes he seemed keen for P to look at comp-so that may be why? Chat more tomorrow night… Jus.’ With that thought in my mind and with other more pleasant thoughts coming to me as I recalled the fun in Justin’s room earlier, I got into bed, and after taking care of a certain stiffness, snuggled down and drifted off to sleep.

To be continued...

Posted: 08/27/10