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Lads
Chapter Three

‘The apartment’s o.k.,’ Trevor said as he stripped off his football shirt in the bathroom. ‘But the sleeping arrangements need to be discussed.’

Kevin was already in the bath, it had been a long journey and Sparks had been a pain in the arse. He wanted time to unwind before heading out for their first bar crawl.
‘How d’you mean?’ he asked, slipping down in the water so that his shoulders were covered.
‘Well, I’m not sharing the bedroom with lard-arse for a start.’ Trevor popped the studs on his jeans and pushed them down.
‘I thought we had sorted it? Who ever pulls first gets the bedroom, second to score gets the sofa bed and the one who doesn’t get a bird, i.e. Sparks, sleeps on the beach.’

Kevin stole a quick glance at his best mate as Trevor dropped his boxers onto the pile of clothes. He’d seen him naked many times, the whole football team showered together after a match and it was not normally an issue. But that night something was different. He’d not been alone with Trevor, naked, before and the thought that they were now both alone and nude appealed to him. He sat up in the bath a bit to allow his mate to get in at the other end.
‘And if neither of us score we have to share the bed,’ Trevor mumbled as he slid down in the water. ‘Fuck, this is hot.’
‘Don’t worry about it mate,’ Kevin tried to sound disinterested but he was actually feeling nervous. He could feel Trevor’s strong legs slide up against his as he put his feet either side of Kevin’s thighs. If Kevin wanted to he could move his own feet an inch and stroke Trevor’s balls with his toes. And Kevin thought that he did want to.
‘Alright, I won’t,’ Trevor said as if that was the end of the matter.
‘No, I’d better not,’ the other lad replied.
‘What?’
Kevin realised he’d spoken aloud. He meant that he’d better not move his feet and play with his best mate’s bollocks. ‘I mean I wont worry about it either,’ he said to cover himself.

Trevor started soaping himself up and Kevin just stayed still in the water, watching. When they were in the communal showers at the sports club it was different. There he was surrounded by ten other guys, messing about, grabbing each other between the legs, letting off steam and being suggestive without threat of anything queer being intended. But here, alone in a bath with his tall, fit mate, it was much more intimate. Too intimate maybe. Kevin could feel his cock starting to stir below the water line. ‘What’s the matter with me!’ he thought to himself. ‘This aint happened before.’

The other lad had stood up now and turned his back to Kevin as he rubbed shampoo through his long hair. Kevin just stared at the wide shoulders and the strong, dark back. And then he found his eyes straying down to Trevor’s toned backside and wondering what it would be like to touch another guy’s arse. Touch it gently, stroke it and maybe kiss it, not just slap it with a towel in post match horseplay.
‘Do me back mate?’ Trevor was asking. Kevin snapped back to where he was and, without thinking, stood up.

He realised that his cock was now standing out proud and solid. If Trevor turned round now he’d give Kevin a black eye and kick him out of the apartment for acting like a poof. But Kevin took the risk. He rubbed soap into his hands, told Trevor to stay where he was, facing away, and then started massaging the soap across his shoulders.
‘Cheers,’ the tall guy muttered. ‘Give us the soap.’

Kevin handed it to him over his shoulder and carried on rubbing his soapy hands down Trevor’s back and sides. Meanwhile Trevor was moving the soap across his chest and stomach. Kevin thought that he should say something; talk about where they were going to go later, or what kind of girls they were going to pull, but it didn’t seem right. The bathroom was silent save for the sounds of wet hands sliding over flesh and the satisfied little grunts of pleasure Trevor was making as he relaxed. Kevin was standing back a little way for fear that his cock would brush up against his mate and give himself away. As soon as he’d finished washing Trevor he would have to sit back in the water and stay there until Trev was out of the way. He watched his hands as they slid slowly down into the small of his mate’s back and then out and around his sides. He could feel the hip bones and realised that he was holding Trev from behind, like he was about to fuck him. He imagined pulling the other guy back towards him, seeing his six inches slide in between those tough cheeks and disappearing into the straight lad until his balls were slapping up against Trevor’s own.

‘Cheers mate.’ Trevor was turning around.

Kevin dropped back into the water so quickly that half a bath load went over the side. ‘Sorry, slipped,’ he said and checked that his cock was hidden below the bubbles. That had been a close shave. Trevor stood in front of him now, his eyes closed as he massaged the shampoo through his dark hair again. Kevin couldn’t take his eyes from the other lad’s crotch. His uncut cock was hanging limp and long over his bollocks that hung down in their hairy sack. Soft, it was about as long as Kevin’s was when hard, like it was now. Hard and demanding to be handled. He slipped his hand under the water and wrapped his fist around his aching tool, desperate to jack it off so that these weird, queer feelings would leave him alone. Trevor had finished with his hair and was rubbing the rest of the shampoo into the hair on his chest, then over his six-pack stomach and finally fingering it around his pubes. Kevin squeezed his cock, not wanting to give away what he was doing by making splashing sounds. He rubbed his slippery finger over the end of his tool just as Trevor soaped his balls. Then he reached under, between his legs and rubbed suds in there too.

Kevin’s skin was tingling with nervousness and excitement. He wanted to toss off into the bath and see Trevor wash himself down with the water, he wanted to lean forward and take hold of the long shaft that hung a few inches away from him. He wanted to see what it felt like, wanted to trace the veins on it with his fingers and slide the foreskin back, kiss the large tip and take it into his mouth. And he had no idea why he was suddenly feeling like this. But he knew that if Trevor opened his eyes and saw him looking, saw him playing with himself as he watched his best mate, then he’d be in for a kicking. He knew that he’d be ready to come with only a couple of good jerks on his cock but couldn’t do it. It would make a noise and Trevor would know what he was doing. But if he slid his fingers back and forth below the water carefully and just a little harder…

‘Fucking get a move on!’ Sparks was suddenly in the doorway, dressed and ready to go out, and the moment was gone.
Kevin immediately stopped touching his cock and splashed water up onto his chest, just in time. Trevor opened his eyes and grabbed for the shower.
‘Give us a minute flab boy,’ he grunted. ‘Aint you washed?’
‘No,’ said Sparks proudly. ‘Birds like a bloke to smell like a bloke.’
‘Yeah, like a bloke not a pig,’ Trevor replied and started washing the soap suds from his body. ‘I can still smell Kev’s puke on you.’
Kevin was washing himself still and grinned at the memory of throwing up over Sparks on the plane. His erection was going, thanks to the presence of Sparks in the room, but he was still not able to stand up. For a start his legs were too weak.
‘Get us a beer,’ he instructed their fat friend and Sparks waddled from the bathroom, complaining.

Trevor got out first and dried himself down. By the time Kevin was ready to go out he’d managed to push the queer thoughts to the back of mind, putting them down to being tired from the journey and excited about spending a week in straight man’s paradise. There was drinking to be done, girls to be found and night clubs to get high in. The strange feelings he’d had in the bath just then were a one off, he told himself. ‘Don’t waste a good orgasm watching Trevor, save it for a fit bird.’ But as he thought it he knew that something in him had changed and that girls were old hat, he wanted to try something new.

* * *

The first bar they came to had tables outside on the street and they made themselves at home straight away with a pint of lager each. Sparks, wearing track suit bottoms and an ill fitting Arsenal shirt, spread his legs and slouched back in the chair. Sitting like this would give the girls a good view of his packet. Not that there was much of one, nothing much grew in the shadow of the overhang of his beer gut. But he could feel his knob pressing against the material of his trousers and so thought that everyone could see what a big stud he was. A couple of people did look as they passed but their attention was drawn by a dark stain on the crotch rather than any kind of bulge.

Kevin didn’t need to try so hard. His sleeveless tee shirt was cut so that it hung just below his belly button, showing off his hard stomach muscles and offering a glimpse of dark hair that travelled downwards into the top of his tight jeans. His packet was there for all to see, but he didn’t need to pose himself to make it look bigger. It was always just there, filling the front of his designer jeans and waiting for some kind of action.

In the warmth of the evening Kevin felt relaxed now. The day had turned to night, the street was lit with the lights from bars and filled with hundreds of interesting new faces. Pretty girls walked by and his mates acknowledged them; sparks with a suggestive leer and Trevor with a simple turn of the head. Kevin made no such movements. He just followed the people with his eyes as if he was looking for someone special. The balmy evening air, the bath and a couple of drinks all combined to bring back his horny feeling and he knew that if he didn’t get his end away that night there was something seriously wrong with him.

‘Fuck me she’s fit,’ Sparks bounced around excitedly on his chair. ‘Nice tits darlin’!’ he bellowed.
‘Leave it out twat,’ Trevor slapped him on the ear and Kevin laughed.
‘You’re never gunna pull if you go around shouting at them,’ he said.
‘Always worked for me before,’ Sparks replied, rubbing his ear. ‘Oi, waiter!’ he clicked his fingers at a guy in black and white who was delivering drinks to the next table. The waiter stared at him with a grimace. ‘Bring us some….’ Sparks tried to read something in Spanish from the menu. ‘Some of this…’ he pointed to the order and the waiter nodded.
‘You just ate,’ Kevin said.
‘So?’
‘Let him.’ Trevor nudged Kevin and gave a wink. ‘It’ll be the only thing he gets in his gob tonight.’
‘Fuck off.’

Kevin smiled and went back to watching the street. The three of them sat in silence for a while, until Spark’s food came and then all Kevin could hear was the sound of him snorting through his nose as he gobbled down a plate of, whatever it was. Some kind of seafood by the looks of it, not very pleasant or hygienic looking, but Sparks didn’t care, his nose was in the trough and that was all that mattered to him.

Which was just as well. Kevin saw the couple approaching and checked that Sparks hadn’t noticed. It was the couple that he had had the fight with on the plane, the redheaded guy and his girlfriend. If Sparks saw them he’d probably kick off again. Kevin said nothing, just sat and watched the couple as they walked through the crowd.

The guy was about twenty three or four, he looked the same age as Kevin and he was just as fit. Through the white tee shirt he wore Kevin could see the outline of a defined chest, and there was no sign of any fat around his waist. The couple stopped directly opposite as she wanted to look at something in the small tourist shop there. As she went inside the boy turned his back to Kevin to look into the window. His narrow torso shaped down to his slim hips and tight fitting jeans. His arse was small and round, but his legs were strong and well proportioned. He crouched down to examine something at the bottom of the window display and, when the passing people allowed, Kevin could see that his tee shirt rode up revealing smooth, white flesh.

He reminded Kevin of someone. Of some time ago, back at school was it? Yes, it came back to him. Steve Jones, a guy from Kevin’s fifth form art class. He had had red hair too, and like the guy across the street, it was cut short around the back. Steve was in the same teams as Kevin, football first eleven and high diving. They travelled to fixtures together and had been good friends for a while. Until something happened. What was that?

Kevin remembered.

They’d been at an away match, not too far away, and had decided to go for a drink after the game, it was about six in the evening, in October, already getting dark and cold. The rest of the team had gone back on the coach but Kevin and Steve had arranged to stay, saying they’d get the bus back later. Anyway, that wasn’t important. They found a pub that would sell them beer, stayed until ten and got pretty drunk. By the time they got back to their own part of town they were both swaying and saying things that made no sense.

Steve had a room at the back of his parent’s house and invited Kevin up to see something, what was that? Football cards or something, maybe those playing cards, ‘Trumps’, where you collected a set about cars, or motorbikes and played games with them. Who ever had the best card won the hand. That was it, they had played strip trumps. God knows what the parents were doing but Kevin remembered that the house was silent, except for the sound of their sniggering and the occasional burp. Steve had a bottle of something under his bed and they sat on the floor sipping alcohol and playing strip trumps.

Kevin thought Steve must have cheated as Kevin was down to his pants first, while Steve still had his football shorts on. That was right, he’d kept them on all night even though it was cold, just to show what a lad he was, that he was tough. Kevin was wearing white briefs and Steve had dark blue Umbro shorts on. They sat cross legged and Kevin thought he could see something poking out of the leg of Steve’s shorts, but he didn’t say anything. They played another hand and Kevin lost.

‘That’s it mate,’ Steve said. ‘Get ‘em off.’
‘You don’t mean all the way?’ Kevin said thinking that his friend was joking.
‘That’s the rules.’
‘No, forget it, I’m going home.’
‘Ah come on, I will if you will.’

They’d seen each other naked plenty of times in changing rooms, all school kids had, it was part of growing up. But stripping off when they were alone together, drunk in Steve’s bedroom was another matter. Kevin had felt a thrill, a dangerous one. He’d not done this before.
‘No,’ he said and reached for his trousers.

But Steve lent across the gap between them and put his hand on Kevin’s knee. An electric charge ran up Kevin’s body and settled in his groin, the touch made his cock twitch. He stared at Steve who just looked back at him, chewing his lip and raising an eyebrow. Steve’s hand slid slowly up Kevin’s leg and Kevin allowed it. The other boy reached his thigh and then slid his hand to cover the front of Kevin’s briefs. His cock was hard by then and Steve grabbed it, squeezed it and started rubbing.

‘This o.k.?’ Steve whispered and Kevin nodded back.

Then Steve let go and stood up. He stood right in front of Kevin, a large bulge pushing at the silky material of his shorts. He stepped closer so that his crotch was just in front of Kevin’s face.
‘Touch it,’ Steve ordered quietly and Kevin reached out his hand. ‘With your face.’

Steve pushed himself forward slightly and Kevin could feel the shorts brush against his forehead. The cock that they concealed rubbed trough the material and over his cheek. He could smell the musky scent of the other boy and he liked it.

And then his classmate was pulling his shorts down and Kevin saw his hard cock. It was thick, it grew out from deep red pubes a full six or seven inches, the head was purple, the foreskin pulled back and beneath it hung two, smooth balls. Steve took it in one hand and held Kevin’s head with his other. Then, before Kevin realised what he was doing, he could taste the boy’s flesh between his lips. His mouth was pushed open by the force of the thick meat sliding into his throat and within seconds he was sucking, grabbing at Steve’s arse cheeks to pull him closer, deeper in.

Steve grunted and whispered, ‘that’s it mate, suck me, suck me.’ And Kevin did. It was like he knew that this could be the only chance he’d get and he wanted to make the most of it. But then Steve pulled his cock out and lifted Kevin up from the floor. Before he knew what was going on Kevin was on the bed, on his back and his mate’s face was rubbing all over the front of his white briefs. Kevin tried to pull them down and Steve helped. And then Kevin’s cock was hot, it was slipping into Steve’s mouth and then out again. He could feel hands on his balls, stroking them and he could feel a tongue licking up and down his youthful hard-on. This felt good.

Steve pulled away and turned around so that his fat, red cock was up next to Kevin’s face and Kevin took it straight into his mouth while his school mate did the same for him. They sucked on each other’s cocks for what seemed like ages, the beer had affected them and though they were both horny it took a while before Kevin felt his balls start to contract and an itching started inside them.

He grabbed harder onto Steve’s arse and pulled the other boys hard-on as deep into his throat as he could. He felt like he was going to wet himself, something was brewing up in his own groin and he shoved his cock as hard as he could into the other boy’s throat. Steve was doing the same, his cock swelled and then suddenly Kevin’s mouth was filled with a salty, bitter warmth and he could do nothing else but swallow. And as he did so, as he took another boy’s come in his throat for the first time, he felt his own cock spurt, he felt Steve squeeze on his balls and suck harder as he rubbed his face into Kevin’s short, dark pubic hair. And then Steve carried on playing with his balls and Kevin did the same for him, tickling the smooth, tight flesh as he licked every drop of spunk from the other lad. They lay like that for some time, their cocks going limp in each other’s mouths, until they fell asleep.

When Kevin woke up Steve was still lying next to him, breathing deeply and snoring. Kevin got dressed, trembling, and crept out of the house. It never happened again. The next time they saw each other they just nodded hello, they never hung out again together and nothing was ever said.

But the guy, across the crowded street, reminded him of Steve. And the guy was now staring back at Kevin, his eyes fixed firmly on the straight lad. Kevin blinked. How long had they been staring at each other? He checked around, Sparks was still feasting and Trevor was smoking a cigarette. Across the street the girl came out of the shop and pulled the redhead lad away by the arm. But, as he started to walk away, Kevin saw him look back, and wink.

Kevin raised a hand and waved. The guy waved back and smiled. And Kevin realised that he was hard and horny again.