JANUARY JAPES -- An Adam and Greg story
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This is not written as a sex story, but if it happens, it happens.
Having got that all over and done with, sit back, get comfortable (whatever that means??) and enjoy yourselves.
This is the third in a series of stories, the first two being, `Finding Love and Coming out at Christmas' and the second, 'New Year, New Experience'.
One day in the middle of January Mum had a call from her sister in Scotland to say that she had had a nasty fall and needed some help for a couple of weeks, and she asked if Mum could go up and stay with her until she was able to fend for herself again. Mum, tried to get out of it, but Aunt Sophie would not take no for an answer, so mum packed a suitcase and Dad drove her to the station to catch the train north. Of course, this meant that with Dad at work, Greg and I would have to do more around the house, but it also meant that when we got home from school there would only be Grace and us at home. Grace had got used to the pair of us disappearing into our room and she knew exactly what was going on there, but apart from a bit of mickey-taking and embarrassing hints she left us alone to get on with it. One evening a few days later we got home from school and Grace said that she was going to visit a friend. When I asked who, she tried to dodge the issue but I insisted we know so that we could get hold of her in an emergency.
"I'm going to Jackie Maple's if you must know." Now you may remember that Jackie Maple is my very best friend, or rather he used to be before Greg came along and claimed my heart, but there is still a very special place in my life for Jackie, who I knew had been having girlfriend trouble because Cindy had thought she was pregnant and had told Jackie that the baby had to be his, then found out that she wasn't pregnant after all. She was now messing him about wanting him one minute then dumping him the next, then wanting him back again.
"Are you sure about this, Grace?" I asked. "You know what's been happening with Cindy."
"Yes," she said, "I think she's behaved appallingly. Jackie's a great boy and he deserves better than her."
"Yes, Grace, but what I meant was that they've been having ... well, they've ... um ... been ... um ..."
"What you're trying to tell me is that they've had sex," she said, "and that he'll probably want to have sex with me."
"Well, not to put too fine a point on it, yes." I said, "Though Jackie used to be my best mate and we're still great friends. You're right, Grace, that he IS a great boy, but I just thought I'd tip you the wink that he might want to go further than you'd be willing to."
"Look, Adam," Grace replied, "I'm pretty good at taking care of myself, but who says that I don't want to go all the way?"
"GRACE!" Greg and I shouted together.
"Do I tell you what you can and cannot do in your bedroom, dear brothers?" she countered.
Greg and I looked at one another, "Yes, but ... well, we're ... well, I mean ... ..." Greg spluttered.
"Yes, you're boys and I'm a girl. That's what you're trying to say, isn't it? Greg, I thought I knew you better than this. You've always trusted my judgement so why do you doubt me now? Listen, what's good enough for you two is good enough for me. I can take care of myself AND I can take all the precautions I need to. Besides, I think Jackie may have learnt his lesson with Cindy."
There was silence for an few moments. "You're right of course, Grace," I said slowly. "We shouldn't have doubted you, and you're right about Jackie having learnt his lesson. He was shitting bricks in case Cindy really was pregnant."
"I'm sorry, Grace," Greg said. "Everything you said is right. I just didn't want to see my sister taken advantage of."
"Oh, I think the boot might be on the other foot as far as using is concerned. Whatever Jackie gets out of me he's going to pay for one way or another. Meals, cinema, skating -- he can pay for the lot and maybe, just maybe I'll let him have his wicked way with me."
"Grace, Jackie is a great guy at heart, and he's generous to a fault, so don't take too much advantage of his generosity, will you?" I said.
"Don't worry, either of you. I'm not completely merciless. Now I must get off. You two be good, and if you can't be good, be careful." she said with a smirk as she shrugged on her coat. I'll let you or Dad ... I mean Uncle Peter ... know if I'm going to be late home.
As Grace left I turned to Greg and told him, "Don't worry, Greg, Jackie's a good lad and she'll be OK with him."
"I know she will," Greg replied, snuggling up to me, "And I'll be OK with you. Now take me to the bedroom and let's get down to it." I didn't need to be asked twice. As the bedroom door slammed behind us I was already getting out of my school uniform, almost pulling off my shirt before unbuttoning it. My cock was hard and screaming for release from the confines of my briefs. I kicked my trousers off and caught sight of Greg doing the same and almost falling over in his rush to get naked. I smiled to myself as I lowered my briefs, which had the usual damp spot on them, and then I kicked them off. As I did so, Greg did the same, but his landed on my head. I pulled them off and held them under my nose, inhaling deeply. Each time I'd been naked with Greg so far, it had been straight after a shower, so this smell was pretty new to me. It was the real smell of Greg, and very difficult to describe. It was sort of earthy and sweaty, but not at all unpleasant. In fact, it was sending me quite dizzy.
Greg looked over at me as he climbed into bed and said, "Yeuk! You are d-i-s-g-u-s-t-i-n-g, Adam. Fancy smelling your underpants, you pervert."
"Well, actually," I said, hanging my head, "they're yours."
"MINE???" he yelled.
"Why not?" I asked. "I've had your cock in my mouth, so why not smell your underpants? Anyway, they smell good. They smell of you."
"Are you saying I stink?" asked Greg.
"Of course not," I replied, "but we all smell of something. It's only natural. Your briefs smell sort of earthy, and they have the smell of your sweat. You do sweat, you know, but it's not a stinky smell, it's a natural smell, and I kind of like it. Here." And I threw the pants to him.
"They don't really smell of anything to me," he said.
"No, that's because they're yours."
"Well, don't think I'm going to smell your pants." he said.
"No, you can smell me instead," I said as I dropped his pants on the floor and joined him under the duvet.
"Do you really think Grace will sleep with Jackie?" Greg asked.
"It strikes me that Grace will do whatever Grace wants to do and it has nothing to do with what Jackie wants. OK, Jackie may come on to her, but whether he gets anywhere is entirely in Grace's control. If SHE wants it, HE'LL get it, but if she doesn't, he won't stand a chance." I said, pensively. "On the other hand if SHE makes a move on HIM, he won't stand an earthly chance!!"
"What's more important is what WE'RE going to do now," I said as I took his hard cock in my hand and gave it a tweak.
"Looks as though I have no say in the matter." Greg said, grinning.
I removed my hand and said, "Well, if you don't want to ... ... ..."
Greg grabbed my hand and put it back where it had been before. "I didn't say that," he said, his grin becoming even wider. Just as I gave him my full attention the phone began ringing.
"Shit," I said.
"We'd better answer it, it might be your Mum, or Grace might need rescuing."
"You ARE joking," I said as I slipped out of bed. "If anybody needs rescuing, it'll be Jackie." I padded naked into the living room, my cock still rock-hard and answered the phone.
Two minutes later I was back in the bedroom grinning all over my face. "How do you fancy a couple of weeks off school?" I asked.
"WHAT!!" Greg asked, leaping out of bed.
"That was Dad on the phone. He has to go up to Sherwood Forest on business and as Mum is away there's nobody to look after us, so we've got to go with him. He was phoning from the school. He was hoping to catch us there but we'd already left when he arrived. He's got our books and assignments for two weeks which should keep us up-to-date with the other kids.
"Why has he got to go to Sherwood Forest?" Greg asked, as we climbed back into bed and snuggled up together.
I replaced my hand on his softening cock and explained, "Dad works for a holiday company. They have a holiday centre in the forest and that's where we're going. The auditors have found some irregularities and Dad's got to go up and investigate things. It wouldn't matter if Mum was here, but as she isn't, he'll have to take us with him. Now, enough about that, we've got about an hour before Dad gets home, so let's not waste any of it."
"Just one more question. When are we going, and what about Grace?"
"That's two questions," I pointed out, "and the answers are 'tomorrow' and 'Grace is coming with us'. Now let's not waste any more time, Dad will be home soon and I don't really want him to catch us in the act."
"In the act of what?" Greg asked with a lascivious look on his face.
"In the act of this," I said, throwing myself on top of him and ticking his ribs.
"Nooooo! Don't t ... t... tickle m... m... me. I'll p... p... piss the b... b... bed." Grad stammered between giggles. To be honest he looked pretty distressed, so I stopped tickling him and he shot out from underneath me and into the bathroom where I heard his pee hitting the water and his voice saying, "You bastard, Adam. If anyone tickles me I lose control of my bladder." I followed him into the bathroom, stood behind him and put my hands around his waist and whispered my apology in his ear.
"I'm sorry, Greg, I didn't realise."
"It's OK," he replied, "I like what you're doing now." I lowered my hands and held his cock for him as his piss slowed to a dribble, and all the while my cock was hardening against his butt. "I like the feeling of that too, but I'm not quite ready for that side of things yet."
"No, I didn't mean that," I said, "It just happens when I'm close to you ... especially this close." Greg turned around and put his arms around me, his cock hardening with mine.
"I know what you mean," he said with a sexy smile. "Come on, we still have time for a little fun before your Dad gets home."
And we certainly enjoyed ourselves; so much so that we were in need of a thorough showering by the time we'd finished and were just dressing when Dad got home. He'd brought fish and chips in with him from the take-away and as we sat and ate Dad explained that he'd been called up to the Holiday Centre in Sherwood Forest. It appeared that over the course of the previous year a substantial amount of cash had gone missing and a very amateurish attempt had been made at covering up the theft. It was still in some doubt who was responsible, and that is what Dad was going to try to find out.
Dad also explained that the Holiday Park was full because there was a special rock and roll event going on, but he had managed to find himself an empty staff cabin to stay in, but that Greg and I would be staying in a `bed and breakfast' (or B&B) nearby. "I don't really care what you two get up to," Dad said with a wry smile, "As long as you don't get into trouble and you do the assignments that the school has set for you. You can come to the holiday complex whenever you want to and use the facilities there. I'll get you free passes for everything as soon as we get down there. Make sure you pack swimming gear because they have a tropical dome with a swimming pool and the temperature is always at about seventy-eight degrees in there."
"Wow, that's fantastic, Dad." I said.
"Smashing, Uncle Peter," Greg said and went and hugged him.
"Just remember, you have to get your school work done. I've spoken to Mr. Sanders (There's more about Adam Sanders in my 10-part story `Cox and Box'. Contact me if you can't locate it) at the B&B, and he'll take care of you. He used to manage one of our luxury hotels, but he was left some money by a wealthy relative and he bought up two lovely old semi-detached houses and turned them into a luxury detached bed and breakfast. He's gay by the way, but you don't have to worry about him making a move on you. He likes men his own age." Dad blushed and grinned as he added, "He came on to me once, but I had to disappoint him. Now, I'll phone you every morning to make sure you're OK and I'll let you know where I'll be working at the Holiday Centre so you can check in with me every time you come over. I'll come over to Adam's place -- not you, Adam. Mr Sanders is also named Adam -- I'll come over every evening and have dinner with you. Is that all OK with you two?"
"Yes, Dad," I said, "we won't let you down."
"Now off you go and get packed for the trip. Greg, if you don't have enough clothes with you we don't have enough time to go back to your place to get more, so I'm sure Adam will let you wear his stuff. He has plenty of clothes in the wardrobe. After you've packed I suggest you get straight to bed as I want to be away from here by seven in the morning. We'll stop at McDonalds on the way and get some McMuffins for breakfast. Goodnight now, boys."
We both went and hugged Dad and went of to our room. We went through my wardrobe and selected plenty of warm clothes for both of us as well as swimming gear and plenty of towels in case Mr Sanders didn't like us taking the B&B's towels to the Holiday Centre.
I stripped off and went into the bathroom to set the shower running, and as I stepped back from the shower cubicle I felt Greg's naked body behind me as his arms came around my waist, his hard cock nestled in my crack and his lips gently kissed underneath my right ear. It didn't take me long to get hard and Greg's hands dropped to massage my cock. "Come on, Greg, we'd better not waste the water," I said, and I pulled away from him to step into the shower.
"Spoilsport," was his only reply as he reached for the shampoo and began to rub it into my hair. I put my hands on Greg's waist to steady myself and revelled in the silky-soft feel of his skin. I couldn't help pulling him to me and our hard cocks rubbed together as I lowered my hands to the orbs of his butt. If his waist was silky-soft, his butt was like velvet. Greg shuddered as one of my fingers slipped into his crack.
"I'm sorry, Greg," I said.
"What for?" he asked, "I liked it."
"Really?" I asked with a smile as I stroked up and downwards, slowly getting lower until I was rubbing against his rosebud. Greg shuddered again as if he was having trouble staying upright. "You like that Greg?" I asked, smiling again.
"No," he said, jokingly "I'll give you precisely three hours to stop doing that," half-shuddering half-laughing as he said it. By this time my hair was clean and I moved over a few inches so that the spray from the shower head rinsed it. When I was happy that it was rinsed, I sank to my knees, keeping my finger in Greg's crack and I took the tip of his cock in my mouth. Despite the water from the shower, I could immediately taste that he was leaking a lot of precum. As Greg shuddered again I pressed my finger to his rosebud, and with the minimum of pressure my fingertip slipped inside. Greg uttered a moan and his knees trembled again.
"Oooooh, Adam," he said, "that feeeeeels gooood." I slipped my finger in a little further and Greg moaned again.
"Does it hurt?" I asked.
"Nnnnnnnnno," he moaned, "'sgood." I could taste that his precum was flowing constantly now. I pushed in a little further and brushed against a slightly harder area which made Greg cry out, but I could tell that it wasn't caused by pain. I'd heard about the prostate and guessed (correctly as it transpired) that I had just hit that ultra-sensitive spot. I rubbed against it again and elicited the same response, and Greg's knees almost gave way, so I pulled him to me with my free hand and as I did so his cock hit the back of my mouth and I gagged slightly before it seemed to slip past the limit and the head rested at the entrance to my throat. "Oh, God, I'm cumming," Greg managed to say between moans, and true to his word I felt the first salvo of juice slip down my throat before I backed off a little so I could taste the remainder of his offering. As the fourth shot entered my mouth so his knees finally gave way and he joined me on his knees, his face right in front of my own with an expression which was a mixture of anguish and pleasure.
I leaned forward and as my lips touched his, so he moaned again, but immediately opened up to me and almost bit my tongue off as it entered his mouth to share his essence with him. I had never known Greg to be as carried away as he was now, I seemed to have triggered something inside him by pressing on his prostate, and whatever had happened, I decided I liked it.
I tried to break the kiss as I was having trouble breathing -- I guess I'd forgotten about breathing through my nose, but then I was rather preoccupied - but Greg wasn't having any of it. His lips were clinging to mine like a limpet and would not let go until in desperation I began slapping his butt with my right hand and pushing him away from me with my right. When he did eventually release me we both breathed in deeply and the tension of the moment lingered as we looked deeply into one another's eyes. My left hand went to Greg's cheek and I ran my fingers over his beautifully smooth skin. He smiled at me and a single tear ran down his cheek. A blush came to his cheeks as he said, "I think I may be falling in love with you, Adam"
Unbidden tears sprang to my own eyes as I pulled him into my arms and hugged him tightly. "What have I done to deserve you?" I asked, "Because I think I fell in love with you when I saw the expression on your face when Stella brought you here for the first time and I opened the front door.
"Really?" Greg asked, incredulously. "But I'm ... well, I'm ... I'm just ordinary."
"Not to me, you aren't," I replied, "Nobody could be more special to me."
It's a good job we had a long drive to our destination the following day because neither of us got much sleep that night and the next morning we were both well and truly drained -- in every sense of the word (the stiffness of our bedsheets bore witness to this).
Well, if you want to find out what happened at the holiday resort you'll just have to watch out for next month's Adam and Greg story, "February Frolics"