Ewan stepped tentatively onto the bus, "Hi John, sorry but I lost my change, so..." he said awkwardly, avoiding eye contact. "Haha, that's OK mate" said John the bus driver with a wink. Ewan smiled shyly and joined his friends on the back seat. He sighed as he sat down, "Ewan, your a fuck!" said one of the big kids. Ewan was used to this, he just blocked it out and went back to his thoughts. He was quiet for the rest of the bus trip.
Ewan got home and dropped his bag by the door. "Mum!?" he called out. No reply. He went up to his room, closed the door, and pulled out his phone. "1 New Message" the screen read. Ewan opened it.
"its so hard not being able to talk to u wen ur right there. i miss u"
Ewan smiled. Last night had been a strange night, and until now Ewan hadn't been sure where he stood. He threw himself onto his bed, still smiling, images of John in his head. He could still hear his voice, still feel his lips.
Ewan heard the email alert on his computer. He sat up and looked at the clock. 5:37, he had been day dreaming for hours and hadn't even realized. He clicked open the email. It was from John.
"hey baby, hit us bak wen u get dis"
Ewan opened a new message.
"hey! i thought you were working late tonite?"
Within a minute of sending John had replied.
"i got someone to cover for me, i want to see u tonite. ill pick u up at 6:00"
Ewan felt his heart start to beat, he was excited and nervous at the same time. He told John he would meet him at the corner, just out of view of his house. He would have to think of an excuse to his parents first though.
As 6:00 rolled round Ewan's parents still hadn't arrived home. He left a note explaining that he had gone to Cameron's and headed to the corner. John's car was already waiting for him. "Hi" said Ewan shyly as he got in, "Hey" replied John, looking Ewan up and down and licking his lips. "Where are we going?" Ewan asked, John just laughed and started to drive. "Seriously, where are we going?" asked Ewan again, a slight quiver in his voice, "It's a surprise." said John. They drove on, Ewan felt a mixture of excitement and fear as they navigated the windy streets of Ainslie in John's pimped out Ford Falcon sedan. John stopped the car, "Here, Ewan, put this on." he said gently, handing Ewan a blindfold. Ewan looked at John, he was smiling kindly with excitement in his eyes. Ewan put on the blindfold.
They weren't driving long until John stopped the car again, "We're here." he said and undid the blindfold. Ewan gasped, they were atop mount Ainslie, all of Canberra lit up below them. "Beautiful, isn't it mate?" said John, "Oh yes, John. Oh yes." said Ewan, still agasp. John leaned over and kissed Ewan on the cheek. Ewan turned his head, John touched Ewan's cheek with his soft hands. They kissed again. John undid his fly and shifted in his seat as he pulled his tight jeans down to his knees. Ewan bent down, and put Johns penis in his mouth. He could feel it getting harder and bigger as he moved his head up and down. John was moaning softly. Ewan sped up, he wanted to please John, he had to please John. John moaned louder and louder, and then it happened. Ewan wasn't ready for it, he coughed on Johns love.
Ewan sat back up quickly and wiped his face. "Sorry" He said with a bit of an awkward laugh, "I wasn't ready." John smiled at him and they kissed again. Ewan felt Johns hand slide under his waistband, he was already hard. John rubbed and pulled, "Oh God!" Ewan accidentally yelled as he came all over John's arm, "What a load." said John jokingly. Ewan pulled Johns fingers to his mouth, and sucked them dry.
Saturday, February 2, 2008
I Spy - Epilogue
An epilogue to a story I had to write for english:
Charlie awoke to the sound of his mother screaming in horror. He opened his eyes, the shop was bathed in light coming through the windows. Charlie could hear people out on the street, it was morning. Charlie suddenly realized what he had heard and ran upstairs to see what was wrong with his mother. He opened the door to her room to find her frozen, staring at a magazine that she clutched tightly in her hand, a look of horror and disbelief on her face. He approached her slowly; she didn’t seem to have noticed that he had entered the room. Then Charlie noticed what was on the cover of the magazine she was holding, it was his father, naked, another man’s penis in his mouth. Charlie froze, the look on his face not dissimilar from that of his mother. They stood there together, not looking at each other, silent, for several minutes. Finally, Charlie’s mother spoke, “We’re leaving.” She said in a quivering voice.
”No”, said Charlie determinedly, “I know what I must do.” He ran out of the room, down the stairs, and out of the front door of the shop. He knew where his father must be, the place where he had told Charlie he went to “think”. Charlie rounded the corner and ran full pace down the main road. He ran as fast as he could, down alleyway's, past bewildered pedestrians, until he arrived at the abandoned library. He jumped the fence and ran to the shack around the side of the library, and opened the door. There was his father, another man on his back, moaning loudly. “Charlie!” his father exclaimed, as the other man pulled out and started pulling up his pants. “Wait” said Charlie softly, and he took off his shirt.
Charlie awoke to the sound of his mother screaming in horror. He opened his eyes, the shop was bathed in light coming through the windows. Charlie could hear people out on the street, it was morning. Charlie suddenly realized what he had heard and ran upstairs to see what was wrong with his mother. He opened the door to her room to find her frozen, staring at a magazine that she clutched tightly in her hand, a look of horror and disbelief on her face. He approached her slowly; she didn’t seem to have noticed that he had entered the room. Then Charlie noticed what was on the cover of the magazine she was holding, it was his father, naked, another man’s penis in his mouth. Charlie froze, the look on his face not dissimilar from that of his mother. They stood there together, not looking at each other, silent, for several minutes. Finally, Charlie’s mother spoke, “We’re leaving.” She said in a quivering voice.
”No”, said Charlie determinedly, “I know what I must do.” He ran out of the room, down the stairs, and out of the front door of the shop. He knew where his father must be, the place where he had told Charlie he went to “think”. Charlie rounded the corner and ran full pace down the main road. He ran as fast as he could, down alleyway's, past bewildered pedestrians, until he arrived at the abandoned library. He jumped the fence and ran to the shack around the side of the library, and opened the door. There was his father, another man on his back, moaning loudly. “Charlie!” his father exclaimed, as the other man pulled out and started pulling up his pants. “Wait” said Charlie softly, and he took off his shirt.
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