Chapter 5

As I moved down the hallway, I was half expecting him to pat me on the bum. He didn’t. I was surprised to feel disappointed.

‘In to the lounge, Ash, you know where it is.’ I did know where it was, Toby’s house was a carbon copy of my own, even though it was fully detached, like ours.

When I walked in to his lounge, I didn’t know what to expect. Would it all be pink and feminine? It wasn’t. It was a bit minimalist, but with chrome and modern furniture. The pictures on the walls, usually a good indicator of personality, were an eclectic mix of pastoral scenes and abstract art. All in all, they gave little away, apart from the fact that Toby seemed to have good taste. The music playing softly in the background, was Bowie. Definitely a man of refinement. On the coffee table in front of the huge blue sofa, was an empty glass. The stiff drink?

‘Sit down Ash. Like a drink, are you old enough to drink?’ That was a loaded question. I guessed that he was asking me if I was of the age of consent.

I sat on the sofa. ‘No thanks, but I am old enough to drink. I’m seventeen next birthday.’

He smiled broadly. Was that because he now knew that he wouldn’t be breaking the law if he fucked me?

‘Coffee then. Help yourself.’ He gestured towards the several plates and bowls of nibbles on the table.

‘Oh, ok, yes please. Coffee. Milk no sugar.’ He was standing in the doorway to the kitchen, he was sideways on to me, and the lump in his jogging pants seemed even bigger in profile.

‘Coffee coming up.’ He turned and disappeared in to the kitchen. I looked around the room, the TV on the wall opposite me, was enormous, at least a sixty inch model. GTA would look fantastic on a screen that size. I leaned back comfortably on the sofa, and it was then that I noticed a magazine, barely visible, tucked down the side of the cushion. I reached across to retrieve it as Toby made coffee making noises in the kitchen. I wasn’t totally surprised by the content of the magazine, it was a gay mag.The cover alone was enough to tell me all needed to know. It pictured a young guy, in leather trousers, leaning back on a bale of hay in a barn. Sticking up, erect through his open zip fly, as a large stiff cock. I didn’t bother to open the pages, Toby would be bound to catch me, so I stuffed it back where I found it. But I couldn’t conceal the effect it had had on me. My cock had stiffened, and now needed to be straightened out. I reached down inside my chinos and rearranged my dick. I did it slowly, taking the opportunity to give it a few slow strokes. More than a few actually. I sat there pulling on my cock for a good thirty seconds.

Toby’s voice from the kitchen put a sudden stop to my furtive wanking.

‘Want something with your coffee, Ash? I’ve got some nice muffins here.’

I was a bit flustered. I now had a noticeable hump in my crotch.

‘Oh yes please, thanks.’ I rasped.

Toby reappeared, carrying a tray with two mugs of cappuccino and a plate of muffins.

He placed the tray on the table and handed me a mug of coffee.

It was then that I noticed a shelf under the table, where two games controllers lay. I nodded towards the controllers and said, ‘Do you want to put the game on, Toby?’ In spite of the strong sexual tension I felt between us, I thought it best to play it straight and see what happened.

Toby sat down beside me, closer than would normally be comfortable.

He put his coffee down, I was still drinking mine.

He said, ‘We could do, or we could both have a look at that magazine.’

I froze. Magazine? How the hell did he know that I looked at it?

Against all reason, I decided to brazen it out and lie.

‘What magazine?’

He chuckled. ‘I’m sorry Ash, I’ve been a bit sneaky, but I had to know for sure.’

I was still in a state of shock. ‘Know what?’