& written matter ; 2012 Robbie Sidney James Webb

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I’d fancied Liam all through school. I was dead distressed after we left school coz he got a job and moved 20 miles away to another Town and we didn’t see each other no more. And I lay waken all night cry, thinking about him. We’d never ever done null together, never had sex and now we never would. We hadn’t even kissed. I wish we would have kissed just the once so I could have the felicitous memory.

For two unhurt class I thought about him, never spent a day without thinking about him. Went to bed thinking about him, dreamt about him, woke up thinking about him.

Anyway, one dark I was in a pub in town and I bumped into him and straight away all those opinion come back and my heart was racing. Oh fuck. He was gorgeous when we was at school but now … he was even better looking. He’d just got aphrodisiac and I … I was still in love with him.

Anyway, we sat down at this table and just chatted away and talked all about schooltime and the more I talked to him the more I fell in beloved with him. Anyway, turned out that he’s married now with a kid.

I said, “ I didn’t think you’d settle down that early, mate. ”

Coz like, well he was dead popular at shoal, had loadsa girl. All the lady friend were softheaded about him. Anyway, he asked me if I had a girlfriend and I said no.

Then he laughed.

“ Why you laughing ? ”

“ It’s nothing. ”

“ No, follow on. What’s so fishy ? ”

“ It’s just that … no, it doesn’t matter. ”

“ No, come on, partner. What is it ? ”

“ well, there was this rumour going round at school. ”

“ What about ? ”

“ Well, according to Paul the Apostle Owens and Lee Butler … ”

“ What ? Those two pricks ? ”

“ Yeah, well, according to them, you … ”

“ What ?

“ wellspring, they reckoned you fancied me. ”

“ screw off ! ”

I went bright red coz I did fancy him and now I’d gone bright red I just wanted to get up and leave. I couldn’t just sit there and let Liam see me blushing like this so I got up.

“ I’m going for a piss. ”

I went to the toilets. ass. There was no way I could walk back into that pub now coz now he knew how I really felt about him. I felt ghastly. I just wanted to die. Liam, the lad who I’d been in love with since shoal, Liam who I’d thought about non-stop every day and nighttime, Liam … he knew how I felt about him. Oh fuck. Right, fuck it. There was nada I could do about it. He knew how I felt and I can’t facilitate the way I feel. I was in dearest with him and that was that. Really, I should just take the air back in the pub, sit down and say to him, “ It’s true. I’m in erotic love with you. ” But I couldn’t. No way couldn’t. No way could I do that. There was no way I could ever look at him again, now that he knew how I felt.

I took a rich breathing spell. right wing, just walk out of the toilet and walk out of the pub. I’d probably never see him again anyway. It’s the only way to deal with the situation. I’ve got ta get him out of my sprightliness. forget about him. Forget that he was ever in my spirit. Right. Ok. I took a deep breathing time and I was just gon na walk out of the bogs when Liam walked in. I didn’t expect him to walk in. I... I didn’t really know what to do. I … I was gon na just walk past him when he … he pushed me up against the wall and he … he kissed me on the lips. Oh fuck. Liam Roberts, who I fancied like nookie from school, he … he proper snogged me and he … his hand, it … his bridge player went between my stage. He gave me a good grope through my blue jean as he kissed me. Oh piece of ass. He had my dick in his hand, proper squeezing my cock through my jeans he was.

This wasn’t happening. No, it couldn’t be. My heading was spinning. It’s like I was dreaming. But no, I wasn’t dream. It was happening. Oh fuck.

By the time he pulled his lips from mine, my cock was rock solid in my jean and he was still squeezing. He pulled away from me, took his hand off my putz, just stood there and smiled at me. I was proper blushing but I … I felt … I had this beautiful feeling. I’d wanted to snog Liam like that all through the final year at schooltime. Oh fucking, was this really happening ? I looked down and saw my cock tenting my jean then I looked at Liam and he put his hand on my shoulder. He looked into my eyes and he had a face on his face that I hadn’t seen before. It’s like, I dunno, it was like a sad looking. It’s heavily to excuse but it was like he was feeling sad for me.

Then he said, “ I knew all through the last twelvemonth at school how you felt about me, mate. ”
“ How … why … why didn’t you say anything ? ”

He wiped a tear from my eye.

I felt stupid for crying.

“ I’m sorry, I … ”

“ It’s all right, mate. ”

He took hold of my paw and he walked me out of the bogs and out of the pub.

“ Where are we going ? ”

We went in his car and he drove us to our old school. He pulled up in the schoolyard and … oh fuck … he … he took me behind the bikesheds.

“ What are you doing ? You’re … you’re married and … ”

“ Sssh. Just coz I’m married doesn’t mean I can’t have a bit of cock fun with an old school teammate, does it ? ”

Oh fuck. I was behind the bikesheds with Liam Richard John Roberts, the primed lad from school. The memories came flooding back, being at school day with Liam. I’d never been behind these wheel sheds with Liam. All through the live on year at school I’d fantasised about going behind these bikesheds with lots of boys in school, but especially with Liam, and now here we was, me and Liam, two years after leaving school, two 18-year-old lads about to experience a bit of pecker fun.

I … I was in love with this lad and I was well please to see that Liam’s cock was proper stretching his jeans. Oh yeah. He wanted this bit of shaft fun just as a good deal as I wanted it. But I had to ask him just to make sure.

“ Are you doing this just coz you know how I feel about you and coz you just desire me to be well-chosen ? ”

He grabbed his backbreaking cock through his blue jean and he said, “ Does this face like I’m not really enjoying it ? ”

He said sex with his wife had become tiresome and he said he wanted to go back to when sex was new and shake, said he wanted to try something different … with me.

Oh fuck. He couldn’t get my clothes off quick enough. We both got naked behind the bikesheds. This was just awe-inspiring & ndash ; me and Liam Richard John Roberts naked with our pecker on bone behind the bikesheds. Next thing, Liam turned me round and I felt his hot wet tool against my hind end. He was slapping his dick over my bum, rubbing the silky hot promontory of his cock up and down my arsecrack. I pushed my bum back against his hot dick then I felt his bell-end all hot and bland touching, pressing against my pickle. I pushed my arsehole back against his cockhead.

Liam, he said, “ You want it, mate ? You want my cock inside you ? ”

“ Oh screwing. Yeah, Paraguay tea. I want you inside me so much, mate, Please. Put it inside me. ”

Liam pushed and … oh yeah ! His hot pecker went inside me. I felt my tight piddling golf hole stretching round his dick and he pushed till all his dick was inside me and it was the most amazing smell ever. This intense, ardent intuitive feeling filled my entire body. I felt it in my fingers and my toes, all over my physical structure. Liam, the boy I loved from school, his cock was inside me. He started shagging me squeamish and slowly and deep. I felt every column inch of his dick going in and out of me, felt my arsehole squeezing round every inch of his hot dick. It’s what I had dreamt about every Night since leaving school. Liam was inside me. I looked over my shoulder as he shagged me and we looked into each other’s center and we kissed. We kissed and he … he didn’t fuck me. He made sexual love to me. He moved nice and slow, all the clip kissing me and he wanked me off as he shagged me and it’s when I said those words.

“ I love you, mate. ”

That’s when Liam filled me with his cockjuice and that’s when my tool jizzed up in his hand. My unit eubstance felt incredible and everything was just beautiful.

I took all his spunk up my bum, drained his balls with my tight asshole, gave him the new exciting experience he wanted, my arsehole squeeze round his spunking tool, and my dick spunk splashed all over the spine of the bikesheds.