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A Year to Remember, Chapter Three

Date: 12/29/2014, Categories: Gay Male, Author: JasperWalton, Rating: 6, Source: LushStories

springs back to life, cocooned in the now damp fabric of my boxers. “Mmm, nice.” I murmur, edging nearer to his bare chest, to look closer at his downy pits. I notice his tiny, deep coral nipples, pert and erect, certainly no fox fuzz there. I have to adjust my cock, as it strains against the tightness of my jeans. “Yeah?” He looks down at me and smiles. Something shifts beneath the waistband of his joggers, Simon's dick is responding too. The dirty bastard is getting horny again, after everything he had just said. “Look, Simon.” I begin. “If you want we could do it. You and me.” I scan his eyes for a glimpse of a reaction. I'm not disappointed. His eyes suddenly enlarge and he shows me a full set of gleaming white teeth as he smiles back at me. “That’d be good.” He says, through the cheesiest grin ever. Bang! Bang! Bang! “What the…?” Startled, my heart leaps out of my chest and into my throat. “It's okay, don't panic, it's lunchtime. Mum bangs on the trap door with a broom handle.” “Jesus. I thought she was coming through the floor.” As I say it, Emma shouts “Lunch!” at the ceiling below. Simon picks up his shirt, revealing my obscene boner, and shrugs it on, concealing what has whetted my appetite. “Come on, you perv! Lunch.” He winks at me. I groan. *** All through lunch Simon and I sit opposite each other, stealing glances and trading tiny grins. Something has changed between us, it's indescribable though. Tragedy has brought us together and we share a common, emotional ... bond but I feel that there is something else too. Something neither of us has considered. Well I certainly haven't, well, not really anyway. I sit and wonder if Simon feels the same, he is certainly going along with it all. He doesn't seem to mind me winding him up, me ogling him and me getting a hard-on. I mean, he even stripped his shirt off for me. He gives as good as he gets in that department. We eat and chat, small talk. All the usual boring everyday life stuff. Then mum gets a bit weepy. Simon and I are ushered out by Emma. We bolt up the first set of stairs, like gazelles. On the first landing Simon stops, turns to watch me coming up the stairs. When my face is level with his, he catches my head in both of his hands and kisses me. Full, on the lips. “Bloody hell, Simon. What are you doing?” “Sorry, I just needed to,” he looks into my eyes, suddenly embarrassed. “Okay, right.” Him kissing me gets me stumped. I mean, I thought we were just mates now, now that we know a bit more about each other. But this kiss makes it a bit different, doesn't it? Somehow, after a just a couple of hours, we seem like soul mates. We are so similar, our parents were right it would seem, we are both insecure. We are both sensitive, particularly for sixteen year old lads. Maybe it's because of our circumstances, we are both grieving. “Sorry,” he says. He turns and jogs up the next flight. I can't help but watch his arse cheeks, jostling behind the grey fabric of his joggers. I wonder if he ...