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THE END OF THE AFFAIR
Wednesday dawned hot and clear. It looks like summer was really going to go out with a bang this year and not just go whimpering off into the corner. I got up for school when all I really wanted to do was to lay in bed and dream about Will and the past three days we’d got to spend together. I forced my way through my morning classes. Not really paying attention. I just couldn't wait to see Will at lunchtime and hoped and prayed that he would have time to let me suck him dry, or he wanted to fuck me, I couldn’t decide which I wanted to have happen more. What was a boy supposed to do?
Lunchtime finally got here. I raced through lunch and then high tailed it over to the running track to see Will. Thankfully Will was there running laps, and I was content just to sit there and watch him until he’d finished and I got to walk him back to the change rooms. We swapped small talk ‘til we got to the change rooms. Will grabbed his bag and hustled me into one of the cubicles. As soon as the door was locked behind us, Will turned and drew me into a passionate embrace, and we kissed for what seemed like an eternity. When we broke apart, I dropped to my knees grabbing Wills’ shorts, and jockstrap dragging them down to the ground with me. Will’s cock sprang to attention straight away, nearly hitting me in the face, and I fell on it like a starving man. I hoovered his cock down my throat and didn’t stop until my nose bumped into his abdomen. I marvelled at the texture of the skin of his penis and how it felt on my tongue, the silky smoothness of it. I thought I could even feel the blood throbbing away in the veins that ran along his cock as it sat on my tongue, only releasing his cock when I had to breathe. It was only then that I let Will slide his cock out of my mouth. I took a quick breath and sucked Will’s cock back down again. When Will’d pulled back for the second time, I kept my lips fastened around the shaft of Will’s cock, just below the head, as I worked my tongue around the head and under his foreskin. Having cleaned under Will’s foreskin, I tried to force my tongue into his piss slit.
When Will couldn't take it anymore, he grabbed me by the back of my head and pile drove his cock into my mouth. With some sense of urgency, Will picked up the pace, until he was raping my mouth. Finally, Will let go of his cum like an exploding volcano, as hot ropes of sweet cum spewed out of the head of his cock; I drunk it all down. While Will fell back against the back wall of the cubicle, I sucked the remains of his cum out of his cock. Sated I kissed Will’s softening cock, stood up, kissed Will passionately, then left him in the cubicle to shower and dress for class.
I was getting used to, and liking very much, walking around school, and attending classes with the taste of Wills’ cum in my mouth, and the memory of his velvety smooth cock as it slid in and out of my mouth. I couldn't wait until I got home so I could beat my meat while wearing his jockstrap on my face. I had to be really stern with myself, all afternoon because all I wanted to do was rip the bag open and breathe in the heady aroma of Will’s muskiness. I kept getting told off for daydreaming in class, which, as all my teachers took great pains to explain to me, this was not like me at all. They did inquire if I was Ok, and I just explained that I was a little distracted today. I couldn't tell them that all I could think about was the sight of Will’s naked arse running in front of me and me hitting him with the horses’ whip. Turning Will’s back and arse red, when the whip made contact with his naked flesh or the fact that I'd just sucked him off, and I was still savouring the taste of Wills’ cum in my mouth.
My fantasies then turned to thoughts of maybe tying him up and whipping Will all over, and I wondered if I whipped him for long enough if I could actually make him cum. But as I continued with the daydream, it turned out that I was the one who was tied up and being whipped by Will. Before I realised what had happened, I’d crèmed my pants. In class. I was so embarrassed. I didn’t even wait to ask for permission; I just fled the classroom and ran to the toilet block. Thankfully not too much had leaked out of my jocks. I stripped them off and cleaned myself up with toilet paper as best I could. I then had the problem of what to do with my cum soaked jocks. I had nothing to put them in, and I really didn't want to walk around school with a pair of cum filled jocks in my hands, and I certainly wasn't going to put them in my pocket. So, in the end, I decided to just flush them down the loo. I then had the problem of what was I going to wear; instead of my jocks, I'd never gone commando in public at school before, well not at school anyway, but as there was nothing else I could do; I had no other option but go commando. Not that I'm a prude or anything, fuck my whole family walks around the house naked, and while I was away with Will, I went commando then. It's just something I'd never done at school, and I certainly didn't go commando at work. It's just the way it's always been, but I guess now I don't have much of a choice now do I?
So, I pulled my pants back on and checked myself in the mirror. Not that I have a huge cock, but I didn’t want everyone to know I was going commando. The more I thought about it, added to the fact that I kept checking myself in the mirror, was having an unwanted effect on my cock, and it had decided to ‘grow’ again. So, I hurriedly tried to think of something else, and it was at that moment that I realised that I had just run out of class without asking for permission. Now that, idea, certainly had the desired effect on my cock, as it deflated almost immediately. I couldn't spend too much time worrying about it anymore as I ran back to class, and as I ran, I could feel my cock rubbing against the material and the zip of my pants. This only accentuated the fact, for me, that I was going commando for the first time ever at school, and with that came the thought, although unbidden, that, it just wasn’t something that I did. Well, not a school anyways.
By the time I got back to class I really was feeling ill, as soon as I stepped into the classroom, the teacher asked me what was wrong. I apologised for running out of class and said I was feeling unwell, and that I hadn’t wanted to throw up in the classroom. My teacher thanked me for my consideration and suggested that if I was that unwell, then I should probably go home.
Without another word, I grabbed my bag and books and left school for the day. On the way across the school ground, who should I run into? None other than the boy himself. Will asked me what was wrong, so I explained to him what had happened. When he’d finished laughing at me, Will stepped in really close. So close, in fact, that we were practically touching each other. Will reached down and undid the fly of my pants and reached his hand into my pants. Will grabbed hold of my bare cock as he gave a low whistled, and then laughed at me again, but the fact that he was holding my cock was having an undesirable effect, as far as I was concerned, but Will seemed to find it hilarious.
So, there we were, Will and I, standing in the middle of the school ground, him with his had inside my pants, holding my bare cock in his hand, and me with my cock thickening and growing in his grasp. I looked up at Will and told him he was a bastard and told him to give me back my cock so I could go home. Which he did, eventually, Will pulled his hand out of my pants still holding my engorged cock. Laughing at me Will walked off to wherever he was going, leaving me in the middle of the school ground with my erect cock hanging out of my pants, pointing straight out oozing precum. I quickly stuffed my stiff cock back into my pants, which didn’t help matters too much, as it was clearly visible, now, that I had a raging hardon in my pants. I turned and watched Will’s back slowly disappearing as he walked across the school ground licking his hand clean. I so wanted to call out and tell him he was a right bastard, but I didn’t want to draw any more attention to myself, not like this anyway. So, I just headed home, and it was just my luck that Mum was home early too, so I had to explain to her why I was home from school so early. Not that I’d crèmed my pants, obviously, but that I was sick. Naturally, she sent me to bed, which I didn't mind too much as I had Wills' moist jockstrap in a zip lock bag in my school bag, and I so wanted to wank again anyway.
I went to my room, stripped off and got Wills' jockstrap out of my school bag. I took it out of the zip lock bag, and as soon as I broke the seal the smell of Will's musky sweat filled the air and I breathed it in deeply.
I pulled the jockstrap out of the bag and draped the pouch over my face with the straps pulled over the back of my head, and I was in heaven. I could feel the dampness of his sweat on my face, and as I breathed, all I could smell was the intoxicating aroma of Wills' crotch and sweat. I was hard instantly and before I could even touch my cock, for the second time in the past hour, I’d cum without having to touch my cock. I must have shouted out because the next thing I knew Mum was knocking on my door asking if I was Ok. I told her I’d stubbed my toe, but that I was Ok, and I was going to bed. She left, and I lay back on my pillows breathing in the muskiness of Will while my mind just wondered where ever it wanted to, I never wanted this moment to end.
Sometime later I eventually stirred myself. I got up and tore Wills’ jockstrap off my face and put it back in the bag, resealed it and put it away where no one else would be able to find it, and made a start on my homework. I was finding it hard to concentrate on my homework; Wills' jockstrap kept calling me. Finally, I couldn't stand it anymore, so I retrieved the jockstrap and put it on my head again, with the pouch over my face but low enough so that the bottom of the pouch was sitting on the bridge of my nose. So, I could see between the straps that went behind my head, so the waistband ended up around my neck holding it all in place, well sort of anyway. This way every time I inhaled all I could smell was Wills’ muskiness, and this way I was able to concentrate on my schoolwork, albeit with a raging, leaking, hardon. But who cares I was as happy as a pig in shit, and by the time I was called for tea I had almost finished all of my homework. So, I was a very happy boy.
So now I had a new routine, as soon as I got home from school, I stripped, got Will’s jockstrap out and put it on my head and did all my homework like that, naked, with a raging hardon, but I couldn’t concentrate on my homework any other way. I promise. I tried. I really did, but to work without Will’s jockstrap covering my face was too much like hard work, and homework is too hard to do any other way. Well, it is for me. Now!
It was becoming increasingly hard to find time to have sex with Will; he was getting better times on the track now, and as he was winning most of the races that he was in and was now a rising star of track and field. Will was now the second fastest male in the state and was winning most of his national titles as well, and it seemed as though we were drifting further apart. Most weekends, now, Will was off at some meet or other somewhere in Australia, and he was becoming a solid contender to be in the squad for the Commonwealth Games.
I was really happy for Will. I am really happy for him; this is what Will’s trained so hard for. Sure, it was becoming harder for Will to find time for me, but that was Ok, I still had his jockstrap, even if it had dried out, and the memories of course.
School holidays arrived before I even knew it, and while Will had a huge meet coming up in the second week. It was the final selections for the Commonwealth team, and as I said Will’d worked so hard to make it this far, I was beginning to wonder if our affair was over. If it was, it wasn’t fair. Will is the love of my life. I don’t want anyone else, besides, how on earth would I go about finding someone else? I mean, what are you supposed to do? Place a lover wanted add? And where would you put the add anyway? They certainly don’t have adds like that in ‘The Age’ now do they? I know. I looked.
The last Friday night of term I went out to the kitchen for tea, after first being warned that we had a gust in the house, and who should be sitting at the table? None other than Will himself. I had to sit down quickly because I had an instant boner, and I didn't want anyone to see it. During the course of the meal, I found out that Will was there to invite me, and any of my brothers who wanted to, to go up to his families’ holiday house. As a part thank you for all the work, I did, as well as being a bit of a break for Will before he upped his training for the Commonwealth Games trials the following week. My parents had already spoken to Wills' parents, and everything was arranged, the only decisions that had to be made were by me and my brothers.
It was all I could do to stay in my seat; I had to resist the urge to leap the table right into Will’s lap, shouting, yes. Yes, I do love you. Yes, I do want to spend a whole week with you. You gorgeous hunk of man, you. Yes, I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you. Yes, I want to have your babies. Well, try to at least. Instead, I just shrugged nonchalantly, and said, "I s'pose. I don't have any other plans at the moment, other than work." I then asked Will when he was planning to go, and he said tomorrow morning, he went on to say that the truck was packed already and that he was going to stay at our place tonight and leave early in the morning.
Will looked around the table and asked the others if they wanted to come, and he got peppered with questions like if anyone else was going, and if we'd have to do any work, etc. Will told us all that no one else was going that it would be just us guys for the whole week. That, yes, there was some work to be done around the place, and that it was some more maintenance work on the property, but that Will didn’t think it would be too much work. Thankfully, none of the others were very interested, so it was just going to be me and Will again if I could get someone to do my shifts again, that is. I raced off and made a few calls and got all my shifts covered, promising everyone that I would do their shifts the following week when I got back. Having got that all settled I sauntered back out to the kitchen, hoping the pounding if my heart in my chest didn’t give me away, and told Will that everything was set and that I’d been able to get all my shifts covered, and asked him what time he wanted to leave.
He told me that he wanted an early start, so Will said he'd come and wake me when he got up in the morning, and we’d go then. That way we wouldn’t have to battle with the traffic tonight, and it’d be really quiet in the morning. So, with that settled, everyone went off to do their own thing, some of us helped clean up the table and the kitchen, while the rest of us went off and did our own thing. When the kitchen was all done, I went off to my room to pack and to try and get some sleep. I had hoped that Will would have come to my room for a midnight tryst, but it didn’t happen. Will only came into my room to wake me up to get ready to go, mind you to be woken up by Will sucking my cock, really was a great way to start the day, I’d recommend it to everyone. Um, not that they get Will to suck their cock to wake them up, of course, but to at least get someone to wake them up like that, it’s fantastic.
Will pulled off my cock before I could cum though. Will flipped me onto my back and slapped me as hard as he could on the arse, and I yelled and cursed him. Will flipped me the bird, as he told me to get up and shower, as he wanted to get going. I followed him out to the kitchen and had breakfast, I showered, dressed and got my stuff stowed in the truck, and we ended up leaving home at about 5:30 am.
We followed the same route as last time, but this time we stopped in Ballarat for an hour so Will didn’t get too tired. After we had walked around for a bit Will got back in the truck, but he wouldn’t unlock my door. “What the fuck’s going on, Will, let me in.”
“Not until you take your pants and jocks off!”
“What?” I yelped, “here on a public street? What if someone sees?”
“Well. It’s either that or no in the truck for you!”
So, turning bright red I pulled my pants and jocks down, and as I was stepping out of them I heard Will unlock and open my door. He laughed at me as I jumped in, pant less and bright red. He leaned over and kissing me, took my pants and jocks off me and threw them into the back seat. "Let's go, ‘Loverboy’,” he said as the truck roared into life. Thankfully summer didn’t seem to want to let go this year, and it was still very hot, so at least I wasn’t cold.
Will asked me if I wanted to stop in Stawell and see the sights. I asked him if I could have my pants back, and as Will said no, then I felt it was prudent to give the sights of Stawell a miss. Will’s laughter filled the cabin as we sped past the Stawell turn off. We threaded our way up through the foothills into Halls Gap. We stopped there again to get our supplies, well Will got the supplies, as I couldn’t get out of the truck, ‘cause Will wouldn’t let me put my pants back on, and finally, we headed on our way to the holiday house. I panicked for a minute when it dawned on me that we may not be alone up here, and here I was pant less. How on earth could I explain that to anyone? What possible excuse could I come up with that would be plausible enough, other than that I’d shat my daks or something?
Will just smiled at me as he leaned over and kissed me when we finally broke apart, he promised me that no one else was up here. So somewhat reluctantly I got out of the truck, and with my hardon swaying in the breeze I helped unpack the truck. By the time the truck was all unloaded, and we’d stowed everything away, my cock had finally deflated and was hanging down, and being slapped around by my thighs instead of bouncing around all on its own. We sat at the kitchen table again, while Will explained all the work we had to do. We had to check all the fences and repair any damage that wild animals had made. We had to check all the trees and ferns on the property to see if we needed to remove any dead or injured branches, so that they don't get blown down with the winds or knocked down if they had a heavy snowfall as well as checking the other paths around the property.
We got the rickshaw out and made sure it was in good repair, pumped up the tyres, as Will assured me we were going to be using it a lot this week. We set to and cleaned up the front and back porches. Made sure all the screens were still intact on the doors and windows, and tidied all the paths up around the house, to make sure it was all neat and tidy. So, it didn’t matter if no one was here over the winter, the place would be fine on its own.
That night we both sat naked on the back porch, while we ate the meal that Will had cooked on the B-B-Q, and we watched the sun setting over the mountains. Mind you being in the mountains the sun did go down a bit earlier than in the City, so Will got out the Tiki torches, filled them up, and slotted them into their slots spaced around the back-porch railing, and lit them. This way we had enough light to sit and talk, or, whatever, as well as checking to see that they worked.
We did talk about how Wills' running career was taking off, and how much he had improved in the past six months. What Will’s plans were for the future, and it turns out that if he does well at the Commonwealth Games, then he has an excellent chance of going to the Olympics. I was really happy for Will, while this hadn’t been his dream last year, now that it seemed like a reality, that he kind of really wanted to go for it, and I did wish him every success with it. With that Will stood up and told me that that was enough of depressing talk of the future and what it might or might not be. As Will was talking he was going around and dousing all the torches, he came over to me, in the semi-dark, he reached down and grabbed hold of my flaccid cock he led me inside to our room and pushed me back onto the bed and started to lick and kiss me all over.
I looked up at him and told him to fuck me. Will pulled me to the end of the bed, so my arse was just about hanging off the edge of the mattress, then putting both my legs over his shoulders. I could feel the blunt head of Will’s penis pushing at my hole, and I pushed back until I felt his cock gain entrance to my chute, then he was off. Will fucked me hard and rough, and I was lovin’ every minute of the ride. Until I felt Will's cock buck inside me, and he collapsed on top of me still with his cock buried deep in my arse.
We kissed while will recovered himself enough to pull out of my arse. We moved around on the bed until we were laying side by side. We started to kiss, and as our kisses got hotter more and more urgent, I broke off and kissed Will’s face, his jaw, down his neck, until I got to his chest. I found one armpit and lost myself in the smell of Will’s muskiness and lapped all the sweat I could find there. I slowly moved across Will’s chest visiting each of his coppery coloured paps in passing, licking, kissing, and biting each of them in turn, then continued my journey to his other armpit. When I’d had my fill of all I could find in that armpit I moved down Will’s body, marvelling how much his abs were more defined now, and the feeling of the rock-hard muscles buried beneath the skin. Finding Will’s navel, for reasons that totally escaped me, I started to drill his navel with my tongue for all I was worth. ‘Til I could feel Will reaching for me. I evaded Will’s grasp and made my way down to his shaved pubic region and felt some stubble there, which I had never noticed before; finally, I found his cock, but I wasn't ready for that just yet. I detoured down to his thighs, licking and kissing his inner thighs, and I could hear the moans I was provoking from Will. Finally, I took each of Will’s massive balls into my mouth, licking and sucking them each in turn, then like a little lap dog, I started to lap at the base of his cock. Slowly making my way up the underside of his cock, which, I was pleased to note, was growing again under my ministrations, until I reached his sensitive tip.
Then with more reckless abandon than I thought I’d ever use, I swallowed Will’s cock right to the base and kept the full length of it down my throat, until my lungs were screaming for air, and only then did I pull back of his cock. When will’s cock slapped back onto his abdomen, I started to lick it all over to make sure it was all nice and clean. I saw Wills' nuts begin to draw up to his abdomen, and it was at that point I left his cock alone and moved up and lay beside Will, while he howled in protest.
We kissed, then throwing me on my back Will took his revenge. Will worked his slow way down my body until he found my cock. Will worked my cock over until I was just about to cum, and that was the point he decided to stop. Will didn’t move and held me down so I couldn’t get at my cock either. Will just stopped kissing and sucking my cock, and I laid there squirming trying to get him to keep kissing and sucking my cock. I wanted release so bad, but Will just held me so I couldn’t move maddingly the only thing I could feel was Wills’ hot breath on my cock as he exhaled. When Will sensed that the moment passed he started to lick, kiss, and suck my cock again, and again he took me to the point of almost no return, then stopped. The bastard kept holding me down while I bucked and squirmed on the bed trying to get something to rub against my cock so I could get past that point and shoot my load. But with Will holding me down there was nothing I could do until the moment passed. Then Will started up again. The bastard did this to me 12 times before he’d let me cum. 12 times can you believe it? It was the first time I’d ever been edged, and when I did cum, I thought my cock was going to split at the seams and explode into a million bits. My orgasm was so intense, I yelled and screamed at the top of my lungs until I eventually came down off the incredible high, I hadn’t even noticed that Will had moved up and was holding me in his arms. I laid there in his embrace, with my chest heaving, crying into his chest, and Will was making shushing noises until I'd finished and composed myself.
Without realising it I must have fallen asleep, as the next thing I knew I could see the light bleeding through the gaps of curtains, and I realised that I was in the bed on my own.
I got up and went to find Will. I found Will sitting on the back porch drinking his morning coffee, scratching at his groin. “Hey there, sleepy head. I was wondering when you’d surface. Have a good time last night?”
“Yeah,” I said yawning and stretching, “I had the best sleep. I’d ask you if you have crabs, but you have to have hair to have crabs, so why are you scratching?”
"I haven't shaved in the past couple of days. I thought you might like to do it for me," Will said looking up at me.
“Um, I’ve never shaved before…”
“So, what? You don’t grow facial hair??”
“Well, Yeah, I do,” I replied going beet red, “I’ve just never shaved anywhere else.”
“Did I ever tell you how fuckin’ sexy you look when you blush? Come on I’ll teach you. It’s easy. Um, just don’t cut me. Ok!”
With that Will got up and took me by the hand and led me to the shower. Will started the shower, and we both jumped in. After we had both soaped each other over, Will got me to kneel in front of him. He handed me the shaving crème and razor and told me how to shave his pubes. When I'd finished that, without cutting him, and Will'd rinsed himself in the running water, he turned around and presented his arse to me, and again he instructed me in how to shave his arse properly. Again, when I'd finished, Will rinsed himself in the running water. Will asked me if I'd had enough. I told him to shut up; I got off my knees and proceeded to shave the rest of him, his pits, arms, chest, and legs. When I’d finished the rest of him, I told Will to bend over and grab his ankles, and while he was bent over like that, I shaved his perineum for him.
We finished up in the shower, and I had breakfast, while Will and I discussed all the work we had to do around the place. We decided to check the fence line first because we could check all the trees and bushes along the fence line at the same time.
We went outside and chucked all the tools in the back of the rickshaw, and with me clad only in my customary pair of overalls, t-shirt, and runners. Will, of course, just in his jockstrap, runners, and of course with the butt plug, with tail, in situ, I climbed into the rickshaw and with Will pulling the rickshaw, we were off.
They owned quite a few acres of land; consequently, it took us all day to check most of the fence line. I was a bit torn between feeling sorry for Will running around in this heat, but sitting there watching his great bubble butt bobbing around in front of me was such a turn on. When we stopped for lunch, I did offer to swap spots with Will, and thankfully he refused. Although I'm sure, Will might’ve had second thoughts after I found the horses’ whip again, which he’d tried to hide. So, by the end of the first day we had repair most of the fences and trimmed the trees and bushes back from the fence, and Wills’ back and arse were a flaming red colour. I liked the way that they had the track, which led down from the house to the creek and continued to go all around the fence line of the property as well. As it allowed for easy access, with the rickshaw, to all the fences, and the path acted as a small fire break too, yep, they’d put a lot of thought into it.
By the time we got back to the house poor Will was buggered, figuratively of course, not literally, so he sat in the deck chair, while I cooked tea over the B-B-Q, and we sat and ate together while we watched the sun go down. We made our way indoors, cleaned up and had another night of mad passionate sex, and so the pattern of our days was set. We worked on the property all day, ate on the back porch, and had mind-blowing sex. The only thing that was different from our first day is that Will decided to wake me, from the second day on, by slapping my arse as hard as he could, so by the end of the week it was hard to tell whose arse was going to hurt more, Will’s or mine.
So, we could work our way through the trees and bush on their property, to check for any dead or damaged branches, plant life, or any burrows from the wildlife, they had made a special rickshaw, which was about half as wide as a regular rickshaw, and the wheels were thicker. That was so they could manoeuvre it around their property without the need of the wider path, and by the time we'd finished, we had a massive pile of branches and bags of plant material stacked on the back of the truck.
Also, by the end of the week. I was wearing a butt plug as well, all day, only taking it out to shit, shower, or when Will was fucking me, and while I was in the shower, I could feel how much my hole gaped open. Will assured me that it would close again after I stopped wearing my butt plug so much, but I wasn't sure I’d want to leave it out when I got home. I’d have to think about that one.
On our last night at the house, after having got all the work done, and feeling very pleased with ourselves, and having stacked all the branches we had cut for firewood in the shed, I headed inside to find Will and see what he'd cooked for tea. But I couldn't find Will anywhere; he wasn't on the back-porch cooking, he wasn't in the kitchen, the bathroom, or the toilet. So as a last resort I checked the bedroom, and there he was lying spreadeagled on the bed with a big bow tied around his cock and balls. Will looked up at me and told me he thought he'd give me a present seeing as I'd worked so hard around the place. Naturally, I had to thank him for my gift, which meant we had sex, of course. Eventually, we got up and cooked and ate, and then went back to bed.
Sunday morning dawned hot and clear, because the weather was so unseasonably warm, from the very first day of arriving up here, I’d started going naked around the place. Well not completely naked I was wearing runners and my butt plug, and we both had clothes in the back of the rickshaw in case we needed to cover up with the work we’d been doing. So, it was a bit uncomfortable to be fully clothed again after being nude for so long. We had breakfast, cleaned the house, and loaded our washing in the truck to take back with us. Will took me by the hand and we walked up the drive and crossed over the road in front of the house and climbed up the side of the mountain. When we got to the top, there was a kind of lookout, and the view was breathtaking. You could see for miles. The bush looked so lush and green. We stayed up there for about an hour; then Will said we had to go. So, with a heavy heart, I went back to the truck with Will, and we drove home.
Will dropped me off at my place, he thanked me for all my help, and then he was gone. I grabbed all my stuff and went inside. No one was home, so I unpacked my gear and put on a load of washing, and as I was cleaning out the bottom pocket of my backpack, I found a big zip lock bag with all of Wills' jockstraps in it. Will'd worn a fresh one each day, not that I'd noticed, mind you, and at the end of the day he put them all into the zip lock bag, so when I opened it the smell of his muskiness almost bowled me over. I was hard instantly and almost shot my load in my pants again. I grabbed the jockstrap of Wills’ I had that was dry now and swapped it for one of the new damp ones, I resealed the bag and hid it on the top of my wardrobe. I texted Will a huge thank you, and he texted back that I was welcomed, and he hoped that I would find a good use for them.
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For the last week of the school holidays I worked every day to make up for all the shifts I’d swapped, as well as doing my normal shifts too, and before I knew it the school holidays were over, and I was heading back to school. I knew Will wouldn't be there as he was currently in England at the Commonwealth Games and was going to miss the first three weeks of term, so I mooned around at home, school, and work, while I missed him.
During the first week of term, though, I got some exciting news. The school wanted to put me in the accelerated learning program as I was doing so well with my school work, and some of my teachers thought the work seemed a bit easy for me. It meant that I started in year 11 the following week; consequently, I ended up with a ton of homework. So, with my new workload at school, and my shifts at Woollies meant that I didn't even have time to scratch myself. By the time Will was back at school I’d totally immersed myself into my schoolwork and was catching up with my new classmates.
The downside to the accelerated school program is that it didn't let me have a lot of spare time for Will, and the fact that he’d won all his heats at the Commonwealth Games meant that he was now a real contender for the Olympics, and he was now training for the Olympics full-time. So, Will didn’t have a lot of spare time either, but I had such a need for him, his body. Sure, I had the bag of jockstraps, but they weren't Will. They weren't a person I could hold, make love to; I couldn't even talk to them or anyone else for that matter.
The July school holidays were here quicker than I realised, and by now I was surpassing my fellow students again, and there was talk of pushing me up to year 12 next term. But it was such a big jump, and this time I'd be six months behind everyone else, but I'd promised I'd think about it over the holidays.
During the holidays I ran into Will in the park. I missed him so bad I just burst into tears, and he held me close till I could recover myself, I didn’t care if anyone saw me. We sat on a park bench and talked and caught up on each other’s news; I was thrilled that he had done so well at the Commonwealth Games and that he was now training for the Olympics. Will was blown away by the fact that we could be in the same classes next term.
As we parted ways I asked if we could hook up again soon, and Will said he’d try, but couldn’t promise anything, and as much as I didn’t want it to, I knew that our affair was dying right before my eyes, and it hurt so bad. I didn’t think anything could hurt so much, I did wonder if I went back to year 10, if things could go back to the way they were, but deep down I knew it doesn’t work like that. We were being forced apart, and I was heartbroken.
At the beginning of the 3rd term, I did start year 12, I had to give up my job in order to cope with all the extra schoolwork, but my Manager promised that I could have my job back if I wanted it at the end of the year. The upside of the new change was that Will and I had some classes together, so I got to see more of him than I had last term. But it was a ‘look but don’t touch’ scenario, and that seemed harder to bear for me and made my longing for Will only intensify. I had no way of finding out how Will felt about the situation, as we were never alone for long enough for me to ask him.
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Before I knew it, the year was over; I'd sat my final exams with everyone else, and felt pretty hopeful about the outcome. Melbourne University was very interested in me going there next year, so I'd had a meeting with them and was trying to decide what I wanted to study, what I wanted to do as a career. I suddenly thought I was growing up to fast; I had such a longing to just going back to being a boy again, with nothing to worry about but how I'd fill my days these holidays. Not trying to decide what career I wanted to have. I just wanted the world to go away and leave me and Will alone.
My birthday fell between Christmas and New Year’s, I was turning 17, and trying to decide what I wanted to do for a career, but all I could think about was missing Will so much. The feel of him, the smell of him, sure I had the memories of him making love to me the first time. The memory of seeing Will running in front of me pulling the rickshaw wearing nothing but a jockstrap and his runners, and who could forget his butt plug complete with the horses’ tail, but now they were such painful memories. After Christmas, I took to my bed and didn't leave it, other than to go to the loo or eat of course. I told my parents that I was just tired from all the studying I’d been doing, so they left me to it.
I don't know what woke me, but as usual, I was sleeping with my window wide open because this summer seemed to be even hotter than last year if that could be possible, I was sleeping just on my bottom sheet, naked. Well, that's not entirely true, as I did have my butt plug in, but not seeing anything in the dark, I just assumed it must have been a dream. I'd just rolled over to try and go back to sleep when I felt someone get on my bed, and before I could react, I heard them say, “Hi, ‘Loverboy'. Did you miss me?”
"Will," I squealed and promptly burst into tears. He held me close to his chest, and when my tears had subsided, Will laid me back on my bed, kissed me and laid down beside me on the bed and held me close and nuzzled into my neck. Slowly we made love, Will found my butt plug and pulled it out with his teeth. I stripped him, and he fucked me slowly, sensually.
When we’d finally finished, Will told me that this was goodbye, he was off to Canberra to train for the Olympics after New Year’s. We promised to keep in touch, knowing full well that this was goodbye that our love affair was finally over. As Will climbed out my bedroom window, he turned back to me and told me he loves me, and with that, he was gone. I had to face the reality that I'd probably never see Will again, and with that thought rolling around inside my head I laid back down and cried myself to sleep.
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