Chapter 4

Toby then smiled and walked off, ‘See you soon Ash.’ I stood there in a state of confusion, watching his cute arse as he strode away.

My mind was still hazy. What had just happened there? Had this fit guy just chatted me up, or was I getting it all wrong as usual, wishful thinking. Surely, he was only being neighbourly. Inviting me to play a computer game with him was totally innocent, no subtext, just being sociable. It was just like me to misread the signs. Were there any signs? A smile, eye contact, a warm handshake, that was all it was. And from that I had managed to construe it as an invitation for sex. Obviously, it was all in my head.

I was about to find out, one way or another, three days later.

I got the call, a couple of hours after I got home from school. My phone rang and Toby’s name appeared. My heart started racing. Was something going to happen, something momentous? No, of course not. Unless you’d call thrashing a neighbour at GTA, momentous.

I stared at my phone before I answered it. ‘Hello’ ‘Hi Ash, it’s Toby.’ He didn’t need to identify himself.

My voice was a bit shaky, and weirdly, my palms began to sweat.

‘Oh, hello Toby. How are you?’ ‘OK thanks. Just sitting here with a stiff ... drink.’ Stiff drink? Was that pause supposed to be some sort of innuendo? Was he telling me that he had an erection while talking to me on the phone? Now, my palms really started to sweat. The thought of him sitting there, one hand holding his phone, the other hand stroking his hard dick, sent shivers through my body.

He carried on. ‘I was wondering if you’d like to pop down and have a go at GTA with me.’ I mumbled, ‘Err, now?’ ‘Yeah, unless you’ve got something better to do. Another time maybe?’ I mumbled again, ‘Oh no, no. I can pop down now if you’d like. Ten minutes?’ ‘Brilliant Ash. See you in ten minutes.’

As soon as I’d said ‘ten minutes’ I realised my mistake. I had just got in from school, I hadn’t had time to shower or anything. But who was I kidding. I didn’t need a shower did I? Not just to sit on his sofa and play GTA. I changed out of my uniform, and threw on a plain T-shirt, some chinos and trainers.

My parents were keen for me to study in the evenings. Sixth form college would be starting in September, and they wanted me to be up to it. So, telling them that I was popping along the road to play a computer game with a friend, didn’t go down too well.

Even so, in spite of my parents disapproval, I left the house to make my way to Toby’s house.

As I got to my front gate, I started to feel really apprehensive. Supposing this really was it, I mean, really IT. My first proper sexual encounter. That time in the school toilets didn’t count. That was not sex, not in my book. That was mere lust and dominance, rape. Hopefully, what was about to happen, was lovemaking, passion, emotion and feeling.

It was only a hundred metres or so, to Toby’s house, but I had managed to work myself up in to a bit of a state. By the time I got to his place, I was all of a quiver and weak at the knees. With a shaking hand I pressed the door bell.

The door opened within seconds. Toby was standing there like an Adonis, a queer’s dream. If I’d thought his jeans had been tight before, what he was wearing now, was in another league. They were grey jogging pants, but by my reckoning, at least two sizes too small. The thin fabric clung to every contour, the muscles in his thighs stood out, clearly defined. The round curve of his lovely arse and the crack between his cheeks, was mesmerising. My cock began to swell in my trousers.

But what monopolised my attention was the bulge in his crotch. This guy clearly liked to show off his manhood, and right now it was a captivating sight. It was as if he had a banana, a large banana at that, stuffed down his pants. Up top, he wore a white muscle vest, the type with the large arm holes that show of your chest. In a moment of critical clarity, I thought it was a bit of a mistake; Toby just didn’t have the muscles to do the vest justice. If Toby had dressed with seduction in mind, he was going the right way about it.

‘Come in Ash, I hoped you’d come.’ He seemed to put an emphasis on the word “come”. But it could have been my imagination. He ushered me inside and closed the door behind me.