Looks like I'm finally back with Chapter 3. This took me a while as it was originally two chapters, then one, then two again and now back to one. I've changed my plans for this story recently, so hopefully you still enjoy. If you want to discuss anything, you can contact me on martinsmemories@hotmail.com.
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And with that, let's head back to Edinburgh to catch up with Izzy and Daniel.
P.E. is still my least favourite thing about school; forget that I'm exercising with Daniel, getting stuck on a football team with a horde of boys who think that life begins and ends with footie, I can't fucking stand team sports.
"Fucks sake, Izzy!" yells Chris, as the ball sweeps past my matchstick legs for the umpteenth time. "What's the point of you!?"
"Language, MacArthur," says Mr Moody, lazily. He doesn't care. Fuck him.
Chris is the epitome of schoolyard lad. Taller than me by about 4 inches, grey fluff on his top lip and wiry black hair scattered over his pale legs, he's that 13 year old that boasts about getting his dick sucked over the summer holidays by some nameless girl at Butlins. I call bullshit but hey, what do I know? He could have had his willy in any number of lassies and he'd still have been a prick. Finally Mr Moody blows his whistle, signalling the end of the lesson and thank fuck because I can't take any more of this torture. The entire class trudges past the science department to the changing rooms which are red tile and always stink of damp. There's an open shower unit that technically we're supposed to use but very few people do; besides, it's the end of the day and it prefer to shower when I get home. Chris, obviously, has no such qualms and before I've even pulled my kit bag from underneath the bench, he's stark bollock naked and ostensibly rooting around for his towel. It's a fucking towel in a bag, How hard can it be to find? He stands up and makes sure everyone gets a view of the goods. The goods are a thick sausage of a dick, probably longer soft than mine is hard, hanging down over a tight sac of pretty small balls. The area that should be covered in hair is instead covered with a rash of red pimples where he has clearly shaved his pubes away. I've over heard him telling his pals how girls prefer a hairless dick. Maybe but I think I'd prefer hair over something that looks diseased. He stretches his arms above his head, displaying his pits that each have a fingernail sized patch of hair. To be fair... if my dick was that big I like to think I'd be showing it off as much as I can.
"What you staring at, ya wee poof?" He asks me, putting his arms down. "You like staring at guy's man meat?"
I roll my eyes and swing my bag over my shoulder.
"Oi, I asked you a question. What are you staring at?"
I come face to face with all 5'9 of his naked body, blocking my exit and staring down at me. Honestly, he might as well puff out his chest and cheeks. He then prods my own chest with a finger.
"Faggot."
Nope. That's it.
"I dunno, some lanky prick with a big dick instead of a brain or a personality?"
There is a collective hush as what I just said registers, then a chorus of titters that evolve into a full fledged cacophony of laughter. He stares down at me open mouthed, so I just frown and stare right back.
"Now you're just standing naked in the middle of the changing room, face to face with the kid you've just called a faggot," I point out. "Go shower before I begin to think you want me to do something to that scabby dick."
I push him to the side and storm out of the changing room, heading for my bus and equal parts furious and elated. I mean... its probably going to come back to haunt me but right now I don't care. Get out of my face. I am still grinning to myself when I climb into the bus and plonk myself into the seat next to Daniel.
"Someone's happy," he says. "And a little stinky. What's up?"
I fill him in on the past lesson's conclusion and he slaps a hand onto my sweaty shoulder.
"Yes! Proud of you, wee man. Told you that spending some time on yourself would pay off."
"Couldn't have done it without you," I reply, squeezing my eyes shut and bearing my teeth in an exaggerated grin.
"You charmer," he says, shaking his head and smiling gently. "What are your plans for the evening?"
"Homework, mainly," I say, my grin slipping. "You?"
"The same. Being stupid and having exams this year means a lot of extra work."
"You're not stupid," I insist, frowning. "Do you want any help?"
Now I feel stupid; what the hell is a wee S2 kid like me going to do to help someone in S5 who probably knows a hell of a lot more than me. Daniel, however, looks happy with the idea.
"You want to be my wee study buddy?" He asks.
"I mean, it's got to be better than doing homework alone, right?"
"Can't argue with that. C'mon," he says as we reach our stop and stand to leave.
"I'll shower and grab my stuff then head down to yours," I tell Daniel as I push open my garden gate.
I open the front door and immediately notice the bag my dad uses for business trips next to the shoe rack. Okay...
"Dad?"
"In the kitchen, Isaac."
His voice sounds... strange. I find him seated at the kitchen table, a mug in his hands. His eyes are red rimmed. Oh FUCK, I think. Dad is usually the master of his emotions. This can't be good.
"What's happened," I ask, voice already quavering.
"Sit down, love," he tells me, gently. I obey. "Isaac... your Uncle Kevin died."
WHAM.
I don't know how to react. It feels like all the air has been knocked out of me, like the time I fell off a swing and couldn't breathe; I thought I was dying. Uncle Kevin is my dad's brother-in-law, his sister's husband but they were honestly more like blood brothers. His older sister Anne, Kevin had been her first and only boyfriend, meeting in school and staying with her the following 20 years.
"What... What happened?" I ask, almost inaudible.
My dad exhaled heavily and leans back, staring at the ceiling and blinking back tears.
"He collapsed at work. He'd been complaining about headaches the past few days apparently. He was walking from his office to the bathroom and... He just fell."
Dad's voice broke and I could feel the tears in my eyes too.
"It looks like he had a brain haemorrhage. God bless them they got him straight to the hospital but... apparently there was nothing they could do. He was just gone."
I can't hold it back any more and I break, huge racking sobs taking hold of me as scalding hot tears just rush from my eyes. Dad stands and clings me tight to his chest as I bawl, feeling his body heave on top of me. Uncle Kevin is dead. I can't quite wrap my head around it; I hear the words, I feel the tears but it's not real yet. It's just another sequence of sounds and my tears just a panic response.
Eventually I manage to master my breathing and gently pull free from my dad's grasp.
"So what happens now?"
"I'm driving down to Manchester to help Anne with... stuff."
That explains the bag.
"Am I coming with you?"
"Not this time," says dad. "Without wanting to be cruel, Anna and I need the space to get this sorted out. Your cousins are staying with some of their Kevin's sister for a few nights to keep them out of the firing line. It's not going to be nice."
"So what am I supposed to do?" I ask, pain beginning to come out as anger. "I don't want to stay here on my own."
"You're not going to," my dad insists, kindly yet firmly. "Call Peter or Kim, see if they can put you up for a night or two. I'd call your mum but last time I tried the number wasn't recognised and I don't have time to track her down."
I shake my head.
"Can I stay with Daniel?" I I ask. "He's only a few doors down and it means I can get stuff from here if I need to."
Dad looks ready to protest but his phone begins to ring and he grimaces.
"I'm sure that's fine, why not. I already spoke to Hazel as soon as I got the call. Go pack some stuff you'll need for the night and I'll give her a bell. Will you be okay?"
I nod, not wanting to look him in the eyes in case I start crying again. He squeezes my shoulder and I get to my feet, dragging my kit bag behind me. When I get to my room I grab a clean shirt and school trousers and some normal clothes and stuff them into a rucksack, along with my school stuff. I'm on autopilot. I swing the rucksack over my shoulder and hurry down the stairs. My dad is waiting by the door.
"Good news, Hazel all but insisted you go there for as long as you need to," he says, jingling his keys. "Are you going to be okay?"
I shrug. He sighs.
"I hate to drop this on you Izzy. If there was any other way I'd take it but I have to get down to see Anne. And you know Hazel and Daniel will look after you."
"I know."
"And I'm only a phone call away, and I'll keep in touch as often as I can, okay?"
I nod. We exit and dad locks the front door. He's parked pretty much outside Daniel's house so we walk down together until we reach the car. He pulls me into another tight hug.
"I love you Isaac."
"I love you too dad."
He kisses the top of my head and clings into the car. I don't wait to watch him drive off, instead turning and opening Daniel's garden gate. Before I can even ring the doorbell Hazel opens the door and swoops down on me, pulling me I to a motherly hug. It's been a while since I've had a matronly figure hug me and I don't feel awkward at all, instead allowing myself to relax into the embrace.
"I'm so sorry Isaac," she tells me, whispering into my ear. "This is your home for as long as it needs to be, okay?"
I nod, not wanting to let myself cry in front of her. I think she realises this as she releases me and nods towards Daniel's door. "He's in there."
"Thanks."
I have barely set foot into the house before Daniel opens the door to his bedroom, hurried towards me and pulls me into yet another hug, this one tight and my eyes are already stinging.
"Come on," he mutters to me, and pulls me by the hand into his room. We move to the bed and he sits down, tapping the space beside him. The room smells like him, his sweat and his natural scent and I am instantly relaxed. I sit.
"You and your uncle were close?" he asks me, eyes focussed intently on me.
"Yeah," I say, thickly. "He's my dads best pal and... he always..."
I can't stop the tears from coming again and begin to let out deep, wracking sobs; I feel the snot bubbling from my nose and wish I could stop it but I can't. Daniel doesn't care though, he wraps me in his arms and pulls me into his chest, one arm around my back and another in my hair, gently stroking my head as I weep. God I love his smell. Manly and musty; he's clearly not had his after school shower yet and I'm thankful. The scent of him, it somehow manages to relax me. Despite being too distraught to get hard right now, I'm certainly aroused and take in deep breaths of him; slowly, my crying subsides and I wriggle free. He hands me a tissue from the box on his nightstand. I wonder if those are there to wipe up after he's had a wank? I wipe my eyes and blow my nose. I notice the wet spots on his school shirt.
"Sorry," I say, gesturing to the offending stains.
"Forget it, it's fine," he says kindly, opting to simply unbutton it and shrug it off. As soon as his hairy nipples and furry belly come into view I am overcome by a wave of warmth and oh god, I am too tired to even question myself when I find myself wanting to reach out and touch it. Daniel picks up his Xbox controller and cycles through Netflix.
"Is there anything you want to watch?" he asks.
"Nah, pick whatever you like."
He sticks on some Brooklyn 99 and scoots back up the bed, sitting against the headboard. I kick off my shoes and join him. He glances down at me and lifts and arm, putting it around my shoulders. I paused for a few moments, unsure what to do but then thought fuck it, he's been naked around me, what's a wee cuddle? So I relaxed and nestled into him. It felt amazing; there he was, a beautiful older guy covered in hair doing his best to make me feel better and honestly... I loved it. I felt his pit hair tickling my neck and rested my head against his chest. Almost imperceptibly, Daniel starting mussing my hair and I, clearly exhausted from the emotional rollercoaster that had been my day, must have drifted off because the next thing I know I'm alone on the bed. Blinking away my impromptu nap I checked the alarm clock on the side table; it's 7:45! I'd been asleep for two and a half hours. I rubbed my eyes and glanced around. Where was Daniel? It was then I realised the shower in his en-suite was running. It makes sense; while the weather had finally returned to something resembling normality the day had still been hot and Daniel did sweat quite a bit. Not that I minded of course. After a few minutes he steps out of the bathroom, clad only in a tight pair of bright orange boxer-briefs that bulged perfectly.
"Ah, she wakes!" he says, grinning. "Feeling better?"
"I am, actually."
I'm still sad. Duh. But sleep seems to have refreshed me and I stretch out, limbs aching from the position I had been curled into.
"Good. Mum says that we can order some food in if you like, on the condition that we do our homework. Do you want to shower?"
"Aye, please." I get up off the bed and look down to make sure I'm not about to tread on anything. The floor is clear. "Did you tidy? It looks great."
"Yeah," he says, pulling on a pair of gym shorts. "I figured if you're going to be staying with me I should at least make an effort for you."
"Oh, am I sleeping in here?"
"Well, mum did say she'd set up the guest room for you but I thought you'd prefer to stay with me?
I look him in the eye and nod.
"We sharing your bed?"
"Unless you'd prefer to sleep on the floor?"
There is a particularly poignant beat.
"No, I'd... I'd like to share with you," I tell him, quietly. He smiles.
"Then we share. Go on, go shower and I'll order in a Chinese, if you like?"
I didn't realise how badly I'd wanted a shower until the water hits me and it feels like the troubles of the day are being washed away, each issue and stress draining away down the plug hole until there is only me, clean and pink and smelling like Daniel's body wash. I wish I had the body confidence to be like him and step out in nothing but my boxers but I packed my pyjama bottoms so once dry I slip into those instead. I do not, however, put on a t-shirt. Baby steps, y'know?
"Good news," says Daniel, not looking up from his phone. "In precisely 37 minutes we will have fried rice, foo yung and half a hoi-sin duck. How does that sound?"
"Great!"
He looks up, notices my body and smiles. "You're looking good, wee man."
I try not to get embarrassed and instead smile. "Thanks."
"Come on, let's try and crank out this homework and then we can do whatever we like."
I only have a couple of pages of maths problems to do in my workbook so luckily it doesn't take me too long and before the food has even arrived I've stuffed my pencil and exercises back in my bag and am resting my chin on Daniel's shoulder, watching him try to bullshit his way through a close reading of a page in The Handmaid's Tale. His spelling is... pretty dire.
"It's T-H-E-I-R," I spell out for him, pointing out a mistake.
"Eugh, crap," he moans, scribbling out the word and writing it down correctly. "Tell you what, I'm going to start sending all my essays over to you before I hand them in, ya wee nerd."
"I've not read any of the books you're reading."
"I know that," he says, reaching back and tickling my tummy, causing me to squeal and pull away, giggling. "It's not the content, it's the fact I can't spell for shit. If Miss MacEwan would let us type these out it would be fine but the cow wants them all handwritten."
"I'll read it if you want me to," I tell him. "I'm okay at spelling."
He sighs.
"Maybe. Another time. I have a free period tomorrow before English anyway, I'll get Amy to help me finish this then. The TV series is better anyway."
Just then, the doorbell rings and with a yelp of excitement Daniel leaps up, returning shortly with a bursting bag balanced on top of some plates. My stomach growls loudly and suddenly all my hunger comes flooding in at once. We barely talk while we eat, choosing instead to shovel food into our faces while watching Netflix in near silence. Afterwards, bellies full, I cant keep from yawning. It's been an exhausting day.
"Do you want to climb into bed?" Daniel asks.
"Yeah, but it's still early."
"Ach, who cares," he responds, dismissively. "We can get in and keep watching TV till you fall asleep. I'm quite happy pissing about on my phone for a while."
I nod and climb into the double bed while Daniel takes our plates and rubbish away. I pull the covers over my chest. He quickly returns and jumps in next to me.
"I warn you, I've been told I snore," he says, winking.
"That's fine," I tell him, giggling.
We lie side by side for a wee while, idly watching the screen. But this doesn't feel right. Not being in bed together, that feels amazing but... lying next to each other, like the most unsatisfied married couple on the planet? It feels... like a waste. I pluck up some courage. Then, not quite meeting requirements, I pluck some more. That should about do it.
I scoot closer to him, so that our hips are touching, and lay my head on his chest. I feel him pause bodily, for just a few moments, before shifting his position and putting his arm around me and pulling me close into him. I can feel his body heat. I can hear his heart beat, quickening in my ear.
"Hey, wee man?"
"Yeah?"
"Can I ask you a question?" he asks quietly.
"Mmhmm," I say, wondering how it's possible to have a shaky voice without even vocalizing a single letter.
"Are you gay?"
There it is. The question that I've been refusing to ask myself. Refusing to ask for an even longer time than I've been hanging out with Daniel. Am I gay? Is it possible that this jealousy of his physique and body hair is attraction? Is it possible that my admiration goes beyond wanting to be like him? Are my preteen hormones more than... well, just preteen hormones? And why the FUCK is my dick choosing NOW to get painfully hard?
"I... I think I might be," I say, querulously. "I... yeah, I think so."
We sit in silence for a wee while, eyes glued to the television but not really taking anything in.
"Thanks for being honest with me," he says, eventually. I look up at him; he's smiling and from here I can see each individual bristle on his chin and upper lip. "I thought you might be, but I never wanted to make you uncomfortable."
I keep staring up at him and, buoyed by my admission and his acceptance, I lean up and press my lips against his. And here it is. My first kiss. With the boy I... like. A lot. I don't try and use tongue since I have no idea how to do that so I'm aware I'm just resting our lips together but that's okay, he doesn't try to do anything else. When we break apart, he just looks at me. Then he sighs.
"Izzy... we need to be careful."
That's... not the response I was either expecting nor hoping for.
"I don't understand..."
"It's... look, I think you're ace. You're an awesome wee dude and I really care about you. I care about you a whole lot, okay?"
It's funny how these compliments are just turning my stomach in knots and draining all the colour from my face.
"But you're only twelve. And I'm sixteen. I'm over the age of consent and you're not even a teenager yet."
I suddenly feel cold. I try to pull away but he holds me tight.
"So... you don't like me?" I ask, wanting to cry.
"Did you not just hear anything I said?" he asks. "Izzy, yeah, I like you. Like like you. And you think I haven't noticed how much you like me? But the age gap is... it's going to take some thinking about, okay?"
I don't say anything because honestly I don't know what to say.
"If I was older then, you'd... I don't know... go out with me?"
Daniel grins.
"In a fucking heartbeat, I would. And I'm not saying that this isn't going to be something, okay? We just... need to be careful and think about this properly. Do you understand?"
This feeling is... new. I've been scared before but this is a different type of scared. Finally though, I nod.
"Good, now please stop being so tense and put your head back on my chest, it feels really nice."
I giggle and do as he says. Amidst the fear there is definitely something else. Liberation, tinged with... is that hope? I snuggle back into him and push myself into his side. He leans down into my ear.
"Don't think I don't feel you pushing your stiffy into my thigh," he growls. I turn beetroot red but, instead of pulling away, I rub it a little more before burying my head into the patch of hair in the centre of his chest. He laughs.
"You're impossible wee man."
And that's how I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I know I'm waking up, no longer pressed against Daniel. I check my phone that is lying on the bedside table. There is a message from dad that I got at about 2am, telling me that he arrived safe. I fire a quick message back and glance at the time. I don't have to get up for another 30 minutes yet. Good. I lie back and look at Daniel. He's drooling onto his pillow, snoring slightly. Well, he gave me fair warning. The cover has moved down to his belly button and I watch his hairy torso rise and fall with each breath. I wonder what he is going to look like when he's out the other side of puberty? Will his nipple hair move inwards and create a full patch of chest hair when it meets the diamond in the centre? Will his entire body be coated? It's round about then I notice the mound in the covers. No way. It has to just be the way the blanket is lying. Doesn't it?
I have to know. As carefully as I can, I lift the covers and my breath catches in my throat. Nope. Inside his boxers his cock is clearly hard, pressing against the thin lining of his underwear. It's right there, hidden only by a few millimetres of fabric. Instantly my own dick is hard as steel and pushing straight out, tenting my pyjama bottoms. I squeeze it, absent-mindedly.
"You're about as subtle as a brick, you know that?"
My heart leaps into my throat and I drop the covers, snapping my head to face Daniel so fast I hear my neck crack. I'm terrified and I can feel the blood in my face. He, however, just looks amused and doesn't seem put out at all.
"Something there you like?" he asks.
I don't answer. He sighs.
"Look, as always, talk to me. I'd prefer you ask questions than try to sneak glances at me when I'm sleeping."
And with that, he pushes the covers down to his thighs and squeezes his bulge.
"I'm sorry," I say, tearing my eyes away from the spectacle. He shrugs.
"It's fine. Here, I guess..."
He hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers and pulls them down. Holy fuck. Holy fuck. Is he... he is. His pubes, bushy and long and untamed, come into view first, before panning down to a thick shaft, paler than the rest of his body. Time moves in slow motion as his cock come into view, before the elastic waist slips over the deep pink head and the whole item swings back against his belly, resting neatly in the wild thicket of dark hair that surrounds his belly button. I am speechless. It's possibly only this moment that I have understood that phrase. I am truly speechless. I have no speech.
"You like it?" he asks.
I try to answer but my mouth is painfully dry so I just nod. I swallow.
"Can I..." I croak, gesturing to it. He shakes his head.
"Nah man, not yet. Not till we've worked out where we are. Does that sound fair?"
I'm disappointed but I have to admit, that does sound fair. He grins.
"And that's not to say that you can't enjoy it." He glances at his watch. "We have time."
He slowly wraps his hand around the shaft and, glancing at me, right in my eyes, he begins to move the skin up and down, the head disappearing and reappearing with every stroke. I am mesmerised. And emboldened. I lie beside him, eyes still glued onto his perfect willy and slowly pull my pyjama bottoms down under my hairless balls. He looks down at my dick, nestled in my bright orange patch of pubic hair.
"Nice," he says quietly.
I begin to copy his motions, slowly wanking my smaller dick, a steady stream of precum dripping out of my tip and pooling neatly on my stomach. He groans.
"Goddam Izzy." He chuckles. "Believe me, I want to touch yours as much as you want to touch mine."
Daniel switches to his left hand and stretches his right arm back, resting his head on his hand. Suddenly his hairy armpit is right next to my face and the gentle aroma of his night time mustiness fills my nostrils and holy Jesus I want nothing more than to bury my face in there and just breath him in. This, though, might be a little much, so I instead reach out slowly and stroke the fur gathered in his pit. He groans.
"Fuck yeah..." he grunts. I nearly blow right there and then. I... I never want to stop. He is perfect, jerking what is to me the biggest dick in the world while I feel the soft hair beneath my fingers. And... fuck. Yep, I'm getting there. I try to hold it in but...
"Ungh," I squeak, blasting out two watery shots of jizz onto my belly as my small balls jump up further inside my pouch.
"Oh wow, dude," says Daniel, quickening the pace on his shaft. "I wasn't sure if you could shoot or not yet."
"Uh huh," I say; it's about all I can manage. That was possibly the best cum of my life. I mean... I'm seeing stars.
"I'm getting close," Daniel whispers. I turn my head; I don't want to miss this. I watch that deep pink head disappear and reappear underneath his foreskin, his fist moving like a pro, wishing that it was my cock inside his hand. Even though I've only just cum I'm already plumping out again. "Oh... Oh fuck..." he mutters.
With a violent thrust, he lifts his arse off the bed and arches his back as he pulls his foreskin back hard; one, two, three, four, FIVE shots of thick white cum pump out of his dick, the first landing in a long white rope just below his chest hair, the rest landing in the thick hair of his belly. Even after he has stopped cumming, he stays in position, eyes closed and breath ragged. Finally though, he slowly lowers his butt down onto the mattress and turns to face me.
"Fuck, that was a good one," he says quietly, eyes locked with mine. I just nod. He glances down at my cock, which is resting comfortably at semi-hard. "I like your pubes."
I glance down. I always thought that they were nothing special, just a shock of orange hair around the base of a non-descript penis.
"Thanks."
"Do you think you'll leave them to grow or shave them off?" Daniel asks.
"I dunno... What would you prefer?"
He looks back up at me and smiles.
"I like boys to be natural, as you can probably guess." I smile too, before leaning in and quickly pecking his lips. "Naughty," he chuckles. "Come on, let's go shower."
"Together?"
"Definitely. Unless you don't want to?"
"No, I do!" I assure him.
He lifts his legs and pulls of yesterdays boxer shorts and uses them to mop up his cum. He then offers them to me. Oh my fuck... I take them and find a dry patch to sponge up my mess. That was hot. Daniel swings himself out of bed and strides towards his bathroom, stark bollock naked and for the first time I get to see his arse. I'm not to sure what a good arse is supposed to look like but I know that I like his. Pale, the cheeks aren't huge and I guess it could be rounder but I still love it, probably because it's attached to him but also because, as expected, it's covered in light brown fur. Each cheek has a hand sized patch spreading out of his crack, curving around the bottom of each cheek and joining onto the top of his hairy thighs. How is this boy so perfect? I follow him, shuffling out of my pyjamas until I am as naked as him, eyes glued to his butt.
Daniel turns on the shower and waits for a few seconds for the water to heat and when the mirror starts to fog, he steps in. He turns and offers me his hand which I take, stepping in with him. His soft penis is just centimetres away from brushing my belly. He turns me until I am under the water and once my hair is wet enough, he squirts some shampoo onto it before turning me around again. Gently, he massages it into my hair, finger tips caressing my scalp and palms making sure that every follicle is getting enough attention; as he does this, he moves closer to me and I feel him brush my back with his foreskin. That's it, my dick is rock solid again. Next, he squirts some body wash onto a sponge and slowly scrubs my back, my shoulders, bending down to do the back of my legs before reaching my butt. He stops.
"Do you want me to keep going?" he asks.
I open my mouth but instead of confirming I just croak. I try again. "Yes..."
Slowly, ever so slowly, he begins to rub one of my butt cheeks with the sponge, then moving onto the other before delicately sliding the sponge between my cheeks, into one of my most intimate spaces where no one has ever had any business since I was out of nappies. As my anus is touched with the sponge, I gasp; electricity arcs through me and I feel like I could cum again right there and then. There is no urgency to his actions, no vigorous movements; he is just washing me, making sure that each part of me is clean and once he has scrubed my hole once or twice he stops. That was it, but honestly... it was one of the most wonderful things I have ever felt. I turn to him as I rinse off under the water and think fuck it because right now there is only one thing I want to do so I reach up and put my hands behind his head and pull him down to my face so I can kiss him, hard. I feel him try to pull away at first because yeah, we're both naked and I can feel his hard dick pushing into my belly, just below my rib cage but I can't let him. I push my tongue between my lips and then between his, rubbing mine against his and though he initially doesn't do anything, I feel his tongue enter my mouth soon enough and his dick is rubbing against me and my dick is pointing straight upwards and I can feel the hair that coats the space between his balls and his arsehole rubbing against my sensitive dickhead and... and...
"Oh fuck!" I blurt out, unable to hold back as I pump a second load of cum onto his balls. I hold onto him as tight as I can, scared that if I let go I'll fall. In a second that seems to last for eternity I breath into his neck, eyes clenched shut and water falling all around us. He cups my chin and turns my head to face him.
"You're a horny one, aren't you?" he whispers, before leaning down to kiss me again. "But remember what I said about being careful. That was dangerously close to falling under the sex umbrella."
I nod, aware that I'd broken our rule but unable to care to much. He chuckles and hands me the body wash.
"Here, you can finish yourself off while I get all this cum out of my hair."
He squirts a dollop into his hand and squats slightly, rubbing the soap onto and around his balls before moving to his belly to get all of the jizz he had left there out. I watch intently, soaping the front of my torso, washing my own balls, pulling back my foreskin and cleaning under there. I don't think I ever want to shower alone again. Watching Daniel raise an arm and intensely scrub those hairy pits is as close to heaven as I'm ever likely to get. Too soon though, the performance ends, the water is shut off and we are dry, glumly dressing into our school uniforms.
"Remind me when your birthday is," Daniel asks as he ties his tie.
"Week after next," I tell him. "Why."
He pauses.
"There's always going to be an age gap between us," he says, finally. "But I don't turn seventeen for another six months. That's three and a half years. When you're a teenager, while we couldn't exactly be going on public dates or anything, I might at least feel a little more comfortable."
"What are you saying?"
"I'm saying," he explains, moving forwards, putting his hands on my bum and pushing me into him, "that when you're thirteen and officially a teenager, I think we can maybe progress into exploring each other a bit more. How does that sound?"
"That sounds amazing!" I insist, nodding hard. I suddenly have never wanted my birthday to come quicker.
"Perfect," Daniel says, smiling. He quickly leans down and pecks my lips. "Now come on, we have a bus to catch.