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Hi me lovelies! It's been a while! Well, I guess I am gonna start writing this again. I have had the urge to write for ages but my life has been crazy since the end of August. However, I have also realised I have a lot of spare time to think and may as well use my thoughts to fuel my writing. Anyways, this is nothing really new. I have already posted it at wliialove but may as well catch up here. I have 4 chapters for you read for now and will soon get started on new chapters. However, don't expect it updated too soon. I have a crazy amount of assignments for University due before the end of the year and have barely made a dent in them. I am thinking around new year...anyway, enough rambling! Enjoy!

Title - You Forget Your Place (6&7/?)
Author - Beccie
Pairings - Mainly Greg/Josie, Josie/Ryan & Chip/Jeff (will also be minor Brad/Josie, Caroline/Paul, Chip/OFC & maybe very minor Caroline/Sandi for a bit of fun...=P)
Rating - Starts as an R but will probs turn into NC-17 for swearing, sexuality, character death and adult themes (all that fun stuff!)
Summary - 16th century Britain. Theatre is a man's world. So in enters a woman from the slums whose aim is to change everything...
Note: Based on research for my drama exam notes. This should be fun!

**Warning** - Chapter 9 is NC-17! Smuttiness galore! Please don't say I didn't warn you...unless you are colourblind to red then I apologise...

Chapter 6

The smoke circled to the ceiling as Ryan smoked a cigar and listened through the wall. He had seen Brad arrive at the ‘house’ and knock on an incredibly drunk Josie’s door. Ryan knew Brad was a client and tried to assure himself that the noises Josie was making currently were all for show. To give the customer what he wanted. But Ryan was a jealous man. He wasn’t used to not getting what he wanted but, with Josie refusing to marry him, he felt his sanity was waning. All he wanted was to slide that diamond ring on her finger and whisk her away from here. She would be comfortable with him. She would not want for anything...and yet she still refused him. But he had a plan to gain her hand in marriage. She would not be able to refuse him with his offer...

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Josie fell back onto the bed and started to calm her heavy breathing. Brad just lay back smiling, unashamed. So he was paying for sex with a girl that wasn’t his girlfriend and was in fact involved with one of the more powerful men in London. That didn’t matter to him. Besides, Josie was a friend and he personally found her extremely beautiful. He couldn’t deny that he found her attractive but, after all that they had been through, he didn’t want to be anything more than her friend. Just then, Josie twisted her body and snuggled into his chest, a normal ritual for the pair.

“So, how are you Mr Sherwood? You haven’t visited me in a long time.” Brad wrapped his arms around Josie’s petite frame, protecting his friend from nothing. “I am really good Miss Lawrence. Things with the theatre group have been rather tricky.” Josie couldn’t contain her smile when he referred to the group. She couldn’t quite believe that she was now a part of it. Of course, Brad would have no idea but that didn’t worry her. In fact, she felt it gave her status in their relationship. “Of course. But I hear Mr Proops found a new man.” Brad smiled and nodded. “He has. Joseph his name is. I didn’t see any of his acting but according to Mr Proops, he was amazing. Set to be one of the better actors in the group. I am in fact a little jealous.”

Josie felt her cheeks flush at Brad’s words. Mr Proops thought she was amazing. A theatre director had watched her perform and seen something he liked. Plus, Josie couldn’t deny it, she had a soft spot for Mr Proops. He was a sweet, funny man and from what she had heard from Brad, Ryan and Caroline (who he had visited years ago for a night) he was sarcastic, witty and charming. A very appealing combination. “Josie, why are you blushing?” Josie then noticed that her face must be getting much hotter with all her thoughts and Brad knew her well enough to know that she was not the type of woman to blush. Josie smiled. “Just thinking about my session with Mr Mochrie last week...”Brad’s face immediately cracked into a smile. Colin was a member of the theatre group too and last week, he had come to Josie asking if she could pretend to be a cat. Josie didn’t question it but it had been quite an embarrassing experience.

“Well...meow.” That was the best that Brad could come up with but it had Josie laughing and hitting his chest with the palm of her hand. The sound it made had them both cringing and then laughing. “Quiet Mr Sherwood! Or else I will refer your custom to Miss Durst.” Brad mock shuddered and then, without warning, rolled over so that he was on top of Josie. Josie just giggled manically. “You wouldn’t do that to me now would you Miss Lawrence. I am your best looking customer after all.” He smiled down at Josie, feeling completely comfortable in her presence. Josie grinned back up at him, glad that this was such an uncomplicated relationship. Brad leaned down and started to kiss Josie’s neck, licking and nipping at the smooth column of flesh. Josie allowed herself to relax and enjoy the feelings. That didn’t happen often. Most of the time she had to act like she was really enjoying their company when in fact she was just waiting for them to be finished so she could leave.

Just then, the lips left her neck and Brad rose up to look into Josie’s eyes. Josie looked up at him with curiosity. She didn’t have to wait long to find out his reasoning. “Josie, I will pay you extra. I will be your slave for life. Just...can I kiss you...properly?” Josie felt her heart fall. Nothing could be simple. Brad was asking her for something that she wasn’t supposed to give. Ryan had refused her to kiss any man other than him. But...she was feeling rebellious. She had just fooled a group of men into hiring a woman for their theatre troupe. Rules didn’t really apply for her at this moment in time. So, without a word, she lifted her hands and placed them behind Brad’s head, fingers filtering through his hair. Brad leaned in closer and tentatively, his lips met hers. The kiss remained soft and gentle; tongues carefully meeting in the middle and lightly brushing each other. Brad’s hands cupped her face softly as his heart beat frantically. The kiss slowly reached it’s inevitable end and Brad pulled away from Josie. Josie smiled up at him and whispered into the room:

“That one was on me.”

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Ryan heard the moans and groans stop and he smiled to himself. He stood up and went to walk into the room. However, he stopped at the door when he heard talking. He listened through the door, trying to make out the words. All he could make out was Brad’s deep voice asking for a kiss. Ryan had every intention of entering the room then and teaching Brad the meaning of inappropriate. However, then he heard soft breathing, followed by a slightly wet lip smacking sound. She had actually kissed Brad. But it was Josie’s final words that ticked him off. She was loosing affection for him. He sighed and walked away from the door. He had to put his plan into action soon or else she might just be dangerous, not only to herself but to society and everything they knew.

Chapter 7

Josie, or Joseph as she was now referred to, stood outside the large basement room underneath a London City pub. Today was the first day of rehearsals for her and she was extremely nervous. After Brad had left that morning, she had been reading her script constantly, hoping the lines would sink in. She was pretty certain of the plot and even went so far as to learn a few of the lines...but nerves were getting the better of her. What if she failed them? Or worse, what if she was found out? No time to worry about that now.

Just as she took a breath, she felt a hand on her shoulder. She jumped at the touch and almost lost her hat. She turned around to be faced with a man slightly taller than her with bright white teeth, chiselled features and a muscular torso. He was a conventionally good-looking male. She felt herself getting flustered...and then realised that she was a man. Snapping herself out of it, she smiled at the man. The man, obviously used to this kind of attention, smiled back at her and big toothy grin. “Joseph right? I’m Chip. You may remember me from the other day.” Josie looked and then it sunk in. He was the guy calling people into auditions the other day. Coughing, she begun her first acting job of the day.

“Yes. Nice to meet you Chip. So, who are you playing in this piece?” Josie mentally praised herself for keeping up her manly voice but felt nervous when something in his face changed. He seemed to be examining her. “I am the Prince. He must save the Princess from a dragon. Quite a major role. Mr Proops wrote the whole thing you know.” He hadn’t mentioned it but Josie could see him watching her face. Before she could speak again, she was interrupted. “Sorry to say this Joseph but you look very familiar. Like we have met before...tell me is this so?” Josie stiffened as he spoke. If he knew her, he knew her as Josie. She would need to think fast. “Yes we have Chip. At the auditions. You mentioned that earlier.” Chip frowned but then his face cracked into a smile. “Good one sir. Well, we had better go inside. Mr Proops will want to start soon.” Josie nodded and took one more deep breath before following Chip into the room, hoping they all fell for the joke.

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Greg was flicking through the script as Jeff was holding dresses up to himself. He was nervous. Nervous because of his decision. What if he had made the complete wrong decision and gone with impulse over talent? But he was feeling more nervous about seeing ‘Joseph’ again. He was hoping that his feelings towards this man were just those of admiration and that today his feelings would be more down to earth. But what if he was wrong? What if he did actually have a crush on a man?

His thoughts were soon broken by a croaky, breaking voice that could only belong to an adolescent boy. “Mr Proops, which dress do you think suits the character more?” Jeff asked whilst holding up a blue dress and a pink dress. Both were large, frilly and over the top. Greg found it strange that someone would be so willing to change their gender for a theatre role. But he didn’t question it. He would have no-one to play the female characters were it not for Jeff. Greg smiled at the boy and nodded towards the blue dress. “Go with the blue my lad. Save some of your masculinity.” Jeff smiled and nodded to Greg. “Ok Mr Proops...thank you.” With that, he scuttled off towards the exit of the room with the blue dress.

On the way out, he wasn’t watching what he was doing and ploughed straight into Chip’s muscular chest. Both men fell backwards, leaving Josie to look on bemused. Chip started to laugh whilst Jeff turned an amusing shade of crimson. “I’m so sorry Chip...I just...I...I...” Jeff stuttered. Chip reached a finger out to stop the boy rambling. “It’s ok Jeff. Just please move yourself from on top of me so I can introduce Joseph to the gang.” Jeff looked up and his eyes met Josie. He scrambled to his feet and brushed off his clothes. With a quick nod in Josie’s direction, the young, embarrassed boy scrambled away. Chip just laughed and pushed himself up from the floor whilst Josie smiled to herself. Jeff seemed like a sweet boy, if a bit naive...or was that adoration. She couldn’t quite tell.

Before she could ponder it for too long, she heard that sweet voice again. “Mr Law. Nice to see you again.” It was Mr Proops. She turned herself to face him and smiled softly. “You too Mr Proops.” Greg walked forward and reached out a hand. Josie was bemused. What was she supposed to do? Was he going to grab her or something? Greg tilted his head to the side. “Are you going to shake my hand or do you want me to spit in it first.” Then Josie got it. Quickly, she reached out her hand before Mr Proops could actually do what he said he would and spit in his own. Greg just smiled and reached forwards. As their hands touched, a bolt of lighting ran up their arms and it felt as though they were merged together. They both looked into each others eyes and saw similar things reflected. They weren’t quite sure what they saw...but they liked it and that was all they know. Quickly, they left go of each others hands and Greg coughed.

“Ok...together guys!” With that, suddenly through different doors came about 7 different men. All of them were tall and educated looking. She suddenly felt very inadequate. These men would not even look at her twice in town. Now she was at their level...as long as they believed she was male. “Ok men. I would like to introduce our new man, Joseph.” Josie just nodded to everyone as they turned to her, accusing eyes making her feel very uncomfortable. Luckily enough, Greg was too impatient to keep them waiting for too long. “Right, here we go. Jim, Stephen, Chip, over by the table. Jeff, Tony, Steve, Brad, other side of the room. Joseph, stick with me and watch. Then we will get you involved once you have seen a little bit.” And with that, the rehearsals begun...and all Josie could think about was how attractive Greg was when he was domineering.

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6 hours later, rehearsals were over and everyone was tired. The room was filled with the smell of sweat and humidity. The rehearsals themselves had been interesting. Between Josie trying to learn her lines as they went, Greg getting strict and Chip and Jeff sharing more than one adoring look, it had been an experience. Josie was bent over trying to catch her breath when she felt a hand on her back. The straightened up to find Greg stood over her smiling. “You hanging in there mate?” Josie just nodded, not having the energy to speak. She just wanted to head back to the house and curl up in bed. But that didn’t look likely. “Look, me and the others are heading to the tavern for a tankard of ale. You are welcome to join us.” Josie desperately wanted to say no and just go home. She was exhausted. But...for the first time, she felt she belonged. The men had been so good to her and she craved the attention. Platonic friendship for once. So, reluctantly, she nodded and was being led upstairs to the tavern.

Chapter 8

Josie had only ever been to a tavern once in her life and that was with her father (god rest his soul) when she was young. He had taken her once in order to protect her. It ended with two warning shots straight into his head. She had never really felt the urge to go back and, being one of the ‘higher end’ prostitutes, she could stay at the house and the men would come to her. However, here she was now, sat at a table with several big men, a tankard of ale in front of her. They had chosen a circular table in the corner of the room and Josie had ended up in between Jeff and Greg. Greg reached into the pocket of his jack and pulled out a small box containing cigars. “For a good job today men...and to welcome young Joseph into the team.” All the men suddenly cheered and grabbed for a cigar. Soon, there was one left and only one empty hand.

“Joseph, you do smoke don’t you?” In all honesty, Josie had never smoked in her life but Brad had on occasion smoke the odd cigar after their session. She watched him across the table as he expertly lit up and took a drag. Looking back at the cigars in Greg’s hand, she told herself that she must at least try. Nothing ventured nothing gained after all. “Of course Mr Proops. It’s been a while but why not.” Josie took the cigar from the box and looked at it confused. She knew she had to light it but which end? And what with? She had no matches. Just then, she heard a cough next to her and saw Jeff hold out a lit math towards her. She flinched backwards at first causing Jeff to raise an eyebrow. She then understood and held the end of the cigar out. Jeff lit it quickly and with a flick of the wrist, extinguished the flame.

The now smouldering cigar rested between her fingers. She watched how the other men smoked, even Jeff, and then tried to imitate their actions. She brought the unlit end up to her mouth and took a deep breath in. The smoke hit the back of her mouth instantly and the taste alone was enough to sent her body into rattling coughs. This earned looks from the whole table and a slap on the back from Jeff who was highly amused. Once her coughs subsided, she settled back down and took a deep gulp from her tankard. The table was now alive with talking again and she heard her ‘name’ being mentioned.

“So Joseph, you are quite the fast learner. Tell me, where were you educated?” This was the tall, posh man; Stephen. He was sat on the other side of Greg and in a way she felt grateful. The conversation was not private. But she realised she would have to make up a history. What did she want to be? Educated at a top institution? But she was hardly royalty and what would she be doing in a theatre troupe. She would just have to improvise. “I am self-taught actually. My family had a nanny who taught me. We were hardly rich but we could afford a nanny. She taught me everything I know.” Stephen nodded, seemingly happy with the answer. “And what about you Stephen?” Stephen looked up and sighed. “Too poor to go to school but lived the life of a King. I too am self-taught but I learnt everything I do and know through experience.” Josie nodded, interested by his past. It seemed that these people were not as upper-class as they seemed. In fact, they were hardly rich at all. Just people doing something they loved.

The evening progressed in a similar vein. Conversation. Swapping stories. Drinking. Before long, everyone around the table was suitably drunk and in various states on immobility. Chip was surprisingly intoxicated and was slumped with his head resting on Jeff’s shoulder, much to the younger man’s discomfort. The touch alone set his body on fire and it was taking all his willpower to not either smooch his face off or shrug him off. Brad was slumped across the table. Tony had fallen asleep with his mouth open and Stephen, Steve and Jim were dropping things in his mouth.

Greg and Josie were both pleasantly tipsy and enjoying the warm feeling as they watch their friends actions. Just then, Josie felt Greg shift him speak to her. “So Joseph, do you have a wife?” Josie felt uncomfortable by this turn in conversation. But she remembered Sandi saying that she would stand in as wife any day. “Yes I do. Her name is Sandi.” Greg raised an eyebrow. “Toksvig? As in the who...I mean prostitute?” Josie smiled at his slip of the tongue. He was obviously trying to come across as more educated than he actually was. “Yes her. I respect her no matter what her profession.” Greg nodded and smiled. “But doesn’t it bother you that she sleeps with other men?” Josie shrugged, trying to think how Ryan would feel. “Yes well, I set her boundaries and as long as she doesn’t cross them, I suppose that is fine.” Greg nodded again and quickly took a swig from his new ale.

“So, what is your take on...I don’t know how to say it.” Josie laughed and Greg frowned. She instantly berated herself inside but kept quiet. “It’s just...I think you and I...we have a connection. Don’t you think so?” The ale was talking for Greg and Josie tried to keep herself composed and as sober as possible. “I...I really don’t know you...” Josie said, hoping she didn’t sound too dismissive. Greg smiled and leaned forwards. “What better way to get to know each other then...” With that, Greg reached a hand forwards and started to run it up Josie’s trouser leg. Josie felt herself start to loose control slowly. God she wanted this. But it was so perverted...so wrong. She was dressed as a man! She put her hand on his to stop him. “Greg...”

Luckily enough, at that moment, Chip decided to vomit all over the floor next to Jeff, much to the younger boys distress. Greg pulled his hand away and the pair focused their attention on the two men next to them. “I had better get Chip home...” Jeff said remorsefully as he rose from his seat and lifted Chip’s arm over his shoulder. Josie and Greg nodded in unison. “Ok Jeff. Rehearsals are tomorrow evening ok?” Jeff nodded and after hoisting the smaller man so that he could stand, Jeff started to walk out of the tavern. Josie looked back at Greg who was staring sheepishly at his shoes, obviously embarrassed. Josie rose from her seat. “I had better go too...” Before she could get too far however, Greg reached for her hand and stopped her from moving. She looked back at him. “I won’t stop trying Joseph. I will know how you feel...” With that, Josie pulled her hand away. “Goodnight Greg.” As she left the tavern, she felt her eyes well up with tears; tears of regret; tears of sadness; tears of anger. Why couldn’t she just be herself in this situation and not some male.

Chapter 9

Jeff held his friend up straight as they started to walk through the dark streets. He had decided against taking Chip home to his wife. If she was with child, it was only fair that she sleep through the night and not be disturbed by her husband. The towering white buildings of the houses seemed even larger in the dark and more menacing. Maybe it was the alcohol Jeff had consumed but he felt weird out here at this time. As they got closer and closer to Jeff’s abode, Chip started to stand up straight and, although he couldn’t walk in a straight line, he could walk basically unaided.

Once Jeff got to his house, he carefully pushed open the door so as not to wake his parents. He looked around and saw the candles were all snuffed out. He beckoned Chip inside and then closed the door. “Umm...you are going to have to sleep in my room. My parents will not be happy with me if they see you out here.” With that, Jeff instinctively took Chip’s hand before he could reply and led him towards a small portion of the house with a door separating it from the rest of the house. Once inside, Jeff closed the door, making sure Chip was inside. He pulled his matches from his pocket and lit his one small candle in the corner of the room.

“Are you ok sleeping on the floor?” Chip didn’t reply. He looked down at the floor in a melancholy state. Jeff was slightly worried but tried to ignore it. “I...I have a night shirt for you. It might be a bit tight but...” Before Jeff could finish his phrase, Chip was sniffing and had started to cry. Jeff, worried for his friend, approached Chip but didn’t touch him. He didn’t want to touch him for fear of doing something stupid. “What is wrong Chip?” Chip sat down on Jeff’s bed and placed his head in his hands. Jeff sat down next to him but still refused to touch him. “She’s sleeping with another man Jeff. An older, more attractive man.” Jeff felt from his friend. He knew Patti was sleeping around on Chip. Most of the town did. But it still hurt Chip. He was a sensitive, loving man and anyone would be lucky to have him.

Jeff couldn’t help himself any more. He placed an arm over Chip’s shoulder and felt the older man curl into him, sobbing into his shirt. “I just...we’re...we’re having a baby Jeff. Why doesn’t she want me? Am I not good enough?” Jeff hated to hear Chip speak like this. He was perfect to Jeff...why didn’t Patti see him in the same way? “Don’t talk nonsense Chip! You are a beautiful, wonderful man...” Chip looked up at Jeff in a drunken haze. He was confused how a boy could be so wise. “What do you know Jeff? You’re just a child. What do you know about love?” Jeff was hurt by Chip’s words and the alcohol had made the sting more intense. He didn’t let go of Chip. In fact, he held him closer. “I know a lot about love actually Chip! Maybe if you stopped being so uptight and pulled your head out of your arse once in a while, you might see what has been staring you in the face.”

What happened next was something that Jeff would never have been able to predict in his wildest dreams. Chip grabbed Jeff by the lapels of his shirt and pulled his face down towards him. Their lips met in the middle in a violent kiss that Jeff couldn’t help but reciprocate. He didn’t know how he was doing this. He had never kissed anyone like this before and he was just going with what his brain was telling him to do. He had thought about it enough times with Chip. Chip’s tongue darted out of his mouth and tried to seek out Jeff’s, desperate for loving contact. Jeff got lost in the moment and pulled Chip even closer if that was even possible. Chip lifted his hands and ran them through Jeff’s silky black locks, using the power he now had to deepen the kiss even further. Jeff felt his breath hitching in his throat as everything he had wanted for the whole time he had known Chip was finally becoming a reality.

After a wet, sloppy lip encounter, Chip pulled back and looked Jeff in the eye. “Jeff, do you want to sleep with me?” Jeff was taken aback by this. Kissing was big enough for him...but maybe sleeping together would be too far. It’s not that Jeff had never considered it, especially with Chip. But he had never done this before; he didn’t have the first idea what to do. But what worried him more was the fact that Chip would be cheating on his wife. He would be just as bad and it would only end in heartbreak for Jeff. “Chip, I don’t think that is a good ide...”

Once again, before he could finish, Chip had scooted away from Jeff just far enough so that he could easily reach the buttons of his own shirt. Chip slowly undid the buttons whilst looking Jeff straight in the eye. Jeff felt his pupils dilate with lust was he watched more and more flesh being revealed before him. Jeff’s mouth went dry and he couldn’t think straight anymore. Chip finally unbuttoned all of the buttons and threw the shirt aside, leaving him completely topless. “You were saying Jeffery...” Chip sat before Jeff feeling slightly exposed but he knew that Jeff wanted him; he wouldn’t be able to resist. Jeff knew this was wrong, but his resistance was waning. He had wanted this so badly for so long. Then he felt Chip’s hands move towards his own buttons and he knew he couldn’t turn back now. Not whilst everything he wanted was so close he could literally reach out a touch it.

Chip’s hands glided over the fabric of Jeff’s shirt and he felt Jeff shiver under his touch. He liked the power he had over Jeff. Jeff was powerless to him it seemed...just what he needed right now. A bit of control. His hand rested on the top button and started to slowly unbutton. Jeff tried to relax but he was already getting excited. He felt his slacks become slightly tighter and his heartbeat become progressively faster. Chip would notice eventually. But right now, Chip was preoccupied with those buttons. Once they were all open, he placed his hands at the centre of Jeff’s bare torso and swept his hands across Jeff’s flesh, taking the shirt with him. He took a good look at Jeff’s body and was impressed with what he saw. The boy was not exactly muscular but he obviously was used to manual labour. His torso was toned and defined and showed a discipline that Chip had never possessed at 17.

Chip’s head moved forwards and his tongue slipped out, lightly licking at Jeff’s left nipple like a kitten lapping at a bowl of milk. Jeff couldn’t help but let out a small moan as he felt the hot, wet feeling link straight to his groin. He moved his hands behind him so that he could lean back and Chip moved closer, his hand caressing the nipple that was being neglected. His eyes flicked upwards and saw Jeff’s expression of pleasure and felt pleased with himself, along with a small feeling of adoration towards the boy. Like he wanted to protect him and make him feel safe. His free hand moved down Jeff’s body and settled on the tent in his slacks, applying slight pressure but not nearly enough to relieve Jeff.

Once he had finished his assault on Jeff’s nipples, he looked up at the boy who was now half lidded and panting, his slack serious straining. Chip smiled and ran a finger across Jeff’s cheek. “You haven’t done this before have you?” Somewhere along the line, all the saliva in Jeff’s mouth has evaporated and he no longer had the ability to talk. Instead, he shook his head. Chip’s smile grew and he moved back from Jeff. “Lie down Jeffery...” Chip said, willing Jeff to feel comfortable. Jeff nodded and moved back on the bed so that he could lay down, feeling like he was dreaming. Chip looked down on Jeff, his eyes tracing all of the valleys and plains on Jeff’s body. He traced a hand slowly down Jeff’s heaving torso. “You are beautiful Jeff. So very beautiful...” Chip then leaned down and placed small butterfly kisses on Jeff’s lips; a way of comforting him. Jeff replied to them all whilst sliding a hand down Chip’s bare back. Chip moaned at the feeling and then pulled back. Chip moved his hand further down Jeff’s torso agonisingly slowly. Jeff had never felt like this before. All these new feelings...he felt his body flush and move involuntarily. Chip smiled, enjoying torturing this young man with caresses.

Finally, he reached the top of Jeff’s slacks and the button. Jeff arched into Chip’s touch but Chip pulled away. Jeff felt tears brew up...felt like Chip was being cruel and not the Chip he knew. Chip noticed the glimmer of tears and felt bad. He wanted to make him feel better. He carefully unbuttoned the slacks and slowly started to move them down the boy’s legs. Jeff was writhing with need as he felt himself become more and more exposed. Chip smiled and looked down at Jeff. For a boy his age, he was impressed. Jeff was not exactly small. Once completely exposed, Chip turned his body to face Jeff and took him in his hand. Jeff moaned loudly and then remembered the time and place where he was. He took the corner of his sheet in his hand and stuffed it in his mouth in order to prevent him screaming and waking his parents.

Chip kept still for a moment and considered his actions. This was pushing Jeff very far and if he did this, he would officially be cheating. But it felt so right; something about Jeff made him want this. Maybe it was the way the young boy was so willing to please him...and only him. Slowly and carefully, he started to move his hand up and down Jeff‘s manhood, enjoying the stifled moans and whimpers being emitted from the almost adult. Jeff’s back rose off of the bed and he was officially in heaven. His free hand fisted the bed covers and he squeezed his eyes shut. Then it got so much better. Chip leaned down and licked the tip of Jeff’s manhood. Jeff swallowed down a small cry as Chip used his tongue to tease him. Then he leaned down and took the boy completely in his mouth. He moved up and down, swallowing occasionally to increase the pressure. Jeff felt all of his feelings start to reach a head and overwhelming pleasure build up and fill his body. Chip obviously felt this too and pulled away. Jeff moaned, upset by the lack of contact between him and Chip; worried it was all over and Chip would leave him like this.

Chip looked up at him with dark, lust filled eyes, smiling softly. “Relax Jeffy. Just relax. With that, Chip stood up and placed his hands at his extremely tented slacks. Jeff turned his head to the side and watched Chip. Chip smiled drunkenly down at Jeff as he undid the buttons of his own slacks and slid them down carefully. Once completely naked, he approached Jeff, smiling the whole time. Jeff was apprehensive, not quite sure what Chip expected. Slowly, he reached out a hand, only for it to be batted away. “Relax Jeff. You don’t have to do anything...I‘ll teach you everything you need to know...” With that, Chip suddenly kneeled on the bed and straddled Jeff. He lined them up perfectly, knowing the friction would be mind blowing. Jeff moaned softly and then Chip started to move. It was like a small fire had started in his belly. He looked up and the candlelight reflected on Chip’s torso and that just made everything better. Chip thrust slowly but firmly downwards, grinding his hips with Jeff’s and throwing his head back in ecstasy. “Move...move your hips upwards Jeff...” Jeff did as he was told and this just made the whole experience even better.

The pair ground together, creating a blinding friction. Jeff felt the feelings flood him and he felt like he was on a cliff’s end, about to tumble. He continued to whimper. “Oh god...oh...Chip...keep going...so good...” Chip carried on moving. He was so close and wanted Jeff to get there first. He didn’t know why but he would rather Jeff was happy and not climax at all. Softly, he mumbled under his breath. “Let go Jeff. Just let go...” With that, something new happened and Jeff climaxed, his body shaking like he was being struck by lightning. Not more than 10 seconds later, Chip climaxed as well and his sweat-soaked body collapsed down onto Jeff’s. Both men started to regain their breath and the feelings were intense. Chip then felt a yawn rise up through his body. He rolled off Jeff and curled up into the sheet of the bed. Jeff, in a state of bliss, lifted the sheet and wrapped it around the pair, covering them and shielding them from the wind. Taking one last look at Chip’s perfect, now snoozing body, he leaned over and blew out the candle.

Tomorrow was going to be awkward. That much was true. But right now, Jeff didn’t care. The experience for him had been perfect and just as he had always dreamed. He had lost his virginity to Chip and that’s all that mattered right now. He cuddled into Chip’s chest and felt warm lips touch his forehead. He would think about this tomorrow. Right now, he would enjoy it whilst he had it.