Learning to Behave

I locked my foot into the small gap between the tree and its branch; I pushed myself higher and higher until I reached the leafy canopy.  I glanced down and Peter was slowly climbing up, trying to mirror my moves but he was sweating with fear.  He came from the town and didn’t even live near a park; the only experience of being in the countryside was on the few occasions his mother allowed him to visit my house.   She liked to keep a close eye on him at all times but now she was dead he practically lived at my place.  He dropped out of school and went to work with my dad to learn how to cut down trees.

“Is it safe up there Tom?”  He called out, trying to mask his terror of heights by talking.  It was a defence mechanism that kicked in and always had done.  Well all the time I had known him anyway.  I remember once when one of the boys at school had tried to fight him and ended up walking away in frustration because Peter wouldn’t shut up.

“Its fine you silly boy!  It’s amazing what you can see from up here.  In fact, I can see right into Mog’s bedroom window!”  I replied smirking.  I heard a lot of scrabbling and very quickly Peter was sat beside me.  He tried to cover my eyes with his stained green hands but I batted them away and slipped back on the branch slightly.  His arms shot out and prevented me from falling off.  We both stared at each in other in shock for a while before looking at Mog’s window again.  I could have died just then but there we were staring back at a girl’s bedroom.  Peter made a noise I wasn’t sure I liked and then I realised Mog was undressing.  I turned away, not because Peter fancied her but because girls did not do it for me.  I was a seventeen year old boy and I didn’t want to look at half naked girls.  What I did notice though was how rugged Peter had become since he started working for my dad.  He clearly wasn’t bothered though; his eyes were fastened to the window where Mog had now got her tits out.

          I sighed and took a worn tobacco pouch out of my faded black jeans and began rolling a cigarette.  I decided to look at how the clouds seem to stain the brilliant blue sky and tried to remember if I had any coursework due in on Monday.

“She’s perfect!  Oh man look at the shape of them and everything!”  Peter groaned.  I handed him my roll up.  “Calm down!  It’s like you’ve never seen a pair of tits before!”

“I so have!”  A red hue crept over his face.

“Have you?”

“Maybe, yeah.”

“You so haven’t, well then what do I hear you tugging off to every night?”

“You hear me?  I thought I was quiet and yeah I just got some porn magazines and stuff.”

“Yeah, right!”

“Have too, anyway doesn’t matter because I can see real ones right now.”

“Are you guna screw her?”

“Hell yeah!  The things I would do to that girl!  She wouldn’t know...”   Peter continued to witter on and I took a sneaky glance at his package.  Nothing was happening down there.  I looked up at him again and he was acting out how he would grab hold of her and making signs with his fingers.  Now I knew Peter well and he usually got a stiffy when talking about something he really liked.  If you talked about cake he would get one.  It must be all the testosterone thundering around his muscular body.

“Well what’s wrong with your junk then?  You’d have to get it up to be able to do what you just said.”  I questioned, flatly.

“What?  You were looking?”

“Yeah, since you were so convinced about seeing a real pair of b***s I thought I would have to warn you about poking yourself in the eye.”

“Yeah well, I’m just tired today, that’s all it is.”

“Alright then.”  I flicked my f*g to the floor and began rolling another one.  Suddenly Peter flung himself at me, forgetting we were on a tree branch.  I held on for dear life as his mouth crashed against mine; I felt his stubble rub fiercely against my chin and his hands scrabbling at my trousers.  Finally he broke in and tore them down with my boxers and moved his head southwards.  There was nothing I could do apart from lay there and enjoy it; if I had moved I would have fallen out of the tree.  I didn’t know what to think.  Was this just him using me to explore his sexuality or did he really have feelings for me.  My thoughts were shaken up as he finished and dragged me closer to the trunk of the tree and flipped me over.  I lay on my branch as he pounded against me, not quite believing what was happening.  I enjoyed the view immensely, amongst other things.  I noticed how pretty the sea looked as it curved round the cliffs.  The contrast of milky blue and dirty white of the cliffs was perfect. 

          There was a loud bellowing as Peter expressed himself before collapsing back onto the other branch.  I wriggled into my trousers and perched carefully on my branch; I was slightly concerned that it might be a little fragile after what had just happened.

“What was that?”

“I needed to �" I have wanted to for a long time!”

“How did you know I wanted to as well?”

“Well, to be honest I didn’t really care I just thought you would push me away if you didn’t want to!”

“Lucky I didn’t then, eh?”

“What happens now, I mean, your dad doesn’t even know we are gay!  What if he kicks us out?”

“We just won’t tell him.  It would probably be a good idea for you to ask out Mog so it’s less suspicious.”

“Alright then but I never asked you, how come you never said anything before?”

“Probably the same reason you didn’t!  I was scared and because you went on and on about Mog I thought you were straight!” 

“I don’t know maybe I like both or I was trying not to like you!  I don’t know whatever but I’m going to go down and ask Mog out.  Then she can sleep round and if your dad hears anything he will think it’s with her!”

“Yeah, we’re like benders-behaving-badly!”  I laughed.

          After Peter had slowly descended the tree, I found my tobacco pouch and rolled another cigarette, seeing as my last one got thrown into the air.  I thought about Peter and why I never saw any signs before and how weird it was that everything I had dreamed of happened so quickly.  I sighed and stared over to the downs where the sheep looked like little black dots in the green. 

          Soon after I scrambled down and headed home.  That night Mog did stay round and Peter welcomed comments from my dad, such as, ‘well done lad!’ and ‘I hope you’ll give her a good seeing to!’ and ‘Look at the backside on that!’  I let them wash over me as I knew what was really going on.  We had a feast for dinner, of chicken and beef and lamb with all the trimmings; huge golden Yorkshire puddings and runner beans from the garden.  Mum had done well but only because dad wanted to celebrate one of us having a lady round.  I watched mum as we ate and she seemed to swallow the painful comments dad made, just as I did my dinner.

 When I was time for pudding, mum produced a massive apple crumble and an old ceramic jug of custard.  I could see the bags under her eyes and her tear stained cheeks.  Dad had got the cider out again.  I noticed how thin she had become and how she always wore long tops and trousers so that only her face and hands were on display.  She must be cold now she didn’t have any padding on her.

          When I was in bed later on that night, I could hear dad snoring loudly.  My bedroom door opened slightly and Peter slid through the gap before shutting it behind him.  He ripped the covers back off the bed and my pyjamas off before getting to it.  Afterwards he lay beside me and took my hand.

“Is Mog okay?”  I whispered.

“Yeah, I had to do the deed with her you know, just so she was happy.”

“You actually screwed her?  After what we did today!  What the hell man she was meant to be a decoy not an actual girlfriend!”

“She started crying and I didn’t know what to do!”

“What so you think shoving yourself in her is going to make it better?”

“I thought she was crying because we weren’t doing it!”

“She was probably upset because you weren’t paying her any attention and dad was acting disgustingly at dinner!  I saw how bad mum was and she knows what he is like!  Poor Mog has no idea and she has been dropped in at the deep end!  I thought you were going to just cuddle her until she fell asleep or whatever!”

“I had no idea what to do!  I’ve never had a girlfriend before; I’m not as sensitive as you, Tom!”

“Look, just go and hold her or something, tell her she’s beautiful and stuff!”

“Okay!  Okay!”  Peter hurried out of my room, with his hands covering his modesty.

          The next morning over breakfast, we decided to visit the local park.  Mog trailed along with us; she was walking a bit funny.  I hazarded a guess that she was a virgin yesterday and this made me feel even worse.  I bet she wanted her first time to be the classic, movie type of scenario. 

We finally got to the park there was some new kids on the swings.  We sauntered over to get a better look; it was just a bunch of idiots messing around.  They looked the same age as us but didn’t look worth our time.  Before we turned to go I noticed a girl out of the corner of my eye.  She parted the group as we walked off.

“Oi!”  She called and we all turned around.

“What?”  I sneered back and taking a good look at her.  She was stunning with tanned skin and black hair pulled up on top of her head.  Her brown eyes glittered dangerously.  I felt something stir in my underwear.  This had never happened before, she was a girl!  I liked men!  She was absolutely beautiful though and the thoughts that came into my head definitely weren’t gay!

“Come here!”  She pointed at me with a long, red fingernail.  I walked towards her and she grabbed the front of my shirt.  “You look pretty tasty to me!”  She hissed.  I could smell fruity alcohol on her breath.  It must have been one of those cheap ones but it smelt fantastic coming from her mouth.  She pushed me backwards and pulled a silver cigarette box from her pocket.  She flipped it open with one hand and pulled a f*g out with her teeth.  Someone chucked her a lighter and she sparked up before slipping it into her bra.  Her tits were perfect as they spilled over her strapless top.  I had to pretend to look for something in my bag and use it to cover myself.  She strutted back over to me in her leopard print heels and slipped a bit of paper into my top pocket.  Before winking and walking away, I watched her arse until she disappeared through the gate.

“What a poser, eh?”  Peter laughed and took Mog’s hand; she looked distraught from the previous event.  “We are just off home mate.  Give me a call if you need me!”  Peter obviously thought Mog needed her dose of emotional strength that came in the form of his penis.  I shook my head and said goodbye.  When I was sure they were gone, I reached into my pocket and pulled out the piece of paper the girl left in my pocket.  She wanted to meet me in the woods now and her name was Cindy.  I had never come across a girl like this before; she was nothing like the girls at school.  Peter didn’t have to know; after all he was currently occupied.

          I wandered over to the part of the wood where the trees were the thickest and lent against the rough bark.  I realised I was just behind my house and I could see the soft orange glow from the living room lights.

“Hey stranger!”  Cindy called.  As she walked towards me she pulled her top over her head and revealed the tiniest piece of material I have ever seen around her ample tits.  I ran my hands over her bare skin.  She felt so much softer than Peter did and when she kissed me it was gentle.  Suddenly I heard a scream that made the hands on the back of my neck stand up.  I pushed Cindy away.  “What the hell was that?”  I turned towards my house and immediately thought of mum.

I shouted my apologies to Cindy as I ran to the front door.  I vaulted over the vile green fence and slammed through the front door.  I found dad stood dumbstruck with a frying pan in his hand and mum lying in a pool of blood on the floor. 

Reviews

[TurquiseShadow]

Wow! I really liked this story. The twist at the end was crazzzzy. But my favorite part was how your visuals were created. The scenery and details were fantastic and the characters were so strong and interesting.

I think if this story if something you want to finalize, you could probably benefit from reading over it a few times and tweaking some grammar and sentence structure and what not...

But awesome story, and the scene in the tree was hot.