A New Day
by David Heulfryn

 

Max woke early before the alarm sounded. When he awoke, he tried to get back to sleep but couldn’t. He was thinking about the day ahead and going to school.

Tomorrow is a new day, Max told himself. It couldn’t be as bad as yesterday. He turned onto his back, letting his hard cock slip from his brother’s buttocks. Finn groaned as the contact between them was broken, but he didn’t wake.

Max lay, thinking. He concentrated on his breathing. He wasn’t getting worked up; it helped him relax. Max didn’t want to be a victim today. He was determined to stand up to Neil if he started bullying again. He also promised himself that he would talk to at least two lads in his class to try and make friends. Max thought back to the rugby training he went to when he visited several months ago. He didn’t recognise any of the players from school. He was sure some were the same age as him. Perhaps there was another school. Max decided to check when he got the chance. If there was another school, maybe he could move.

Finn fidgeted. Max looked over at him but was confident he wasn’t waking. Max wondered about Finn’s wet dream. He didn’t think Finn had one last night but thought he’d better check. Max leant over Finn and wet to feel the mattress by his crotch. Instead of touching the mattress, Max’s fingers touched Finn’s cock. It was hard. Finn moaned at his brother’s touch. Max knew the signs of a boy about to cum.

“Shit!” Max muttered under his breath and twisted to grab the box of tissues. He grabbed a wad and leaned over Finn again. He wrapped the tissues around his cock to catch his cum. Finn groaned, and Max felt his cock pulsate through the tissues. Thankfully, he caught Finn’s cum.

“This is getting to be a habit,” Max muttered and wiped Finn’s cock clean.

Max held the cummy tissues against his chest; he didn’t want to get up yet. He felt his cock twitch. He was hard. Max brought his right hand down and tickled the end of his cock. It made him feel good. He’d hoped to save himself until the weekend when James would visit. But his cock ached for release. After checking Finn was still asleep, Max started to stroke his cock. His hand was slick with Finn’s cum, but he didn’t care. He just wanted to get off and get off quickly. His hand flew along his cock, and in less than a minute, his cock exploded. Max brought the cummy tissues to his cock to catch the cum as it flew from his exposed head.

The brothers’ cum mixed in the tissues until they were saturated. The mixture smeared along his cock. Max threw the duvet aside to uncover his body, ensuring Finn was still snug under the duvet. He looked down at his glistening cock. His first thought was James. His second thought was he’d need a shower before getting ready for school.

“I hope you feel better after that.”

Max jolted. He thought Finn was asleep. Finn threw the duvet off the bed and lay on his back next to Max. His cock was now soft and dry, but Max’s was still deflating and smeared in cum.

“I thought you were asleep. I wouldn’t have done it if I knew you were awake.”

Finn giggled, “I wonder what else you get up to when I’m asleep?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Max held up the cummy tissues. “This is not all mine, you know. Half this cum is yours. You had another wet dream last night.”

“Shit! Sorry, Max. I forgot to have a wank yesterday. I was too worried about you. But I don’t understand why I keep having them. Surely my balls must be empty by now.”

“It’s the good stuff you’re spewing as well. Not that baby watery cum you used to dribble. It’s like a water cannon when you cum.”

“A cum cannon.” Finn giggled. He turned his head and kissed Max on the cheek. “I’m glad to see you smiling. You look so cute when you smile.”

“I don’t know if it’s having just cum, or sleeping with you in my arms, but I feel like nothing can stop me today. That bastard Neil is not going to get the better of me.”

“Good for you. But just be careful.”

Max leaned over and kissed Finn on the lips. “I’m always careful.” He glanced at the alarm clock. “I’m going for a shower. The alarm will go off in a minute. Make sure you switch it off.”

“What do you take me for, Max,” Finn called after his brother as he left.

Max was as nervous as hell when he and Finn walked through the school gates. Finn saw Adam and Scott, and Max told him to go to them. He said he’d be okay. Max noticed Eddie leaning against the tree he ate lunch under yesterday. Eddie looked insular, unaware of the people around him. Max seemed to shock him when he spoke.

“Good morning, Eddie. It’s good to see you again.” Max smiled.

“Hi… Hi Max.”

“Do you want to eat lunch together?” Max asked.

“Erm…” Max gave Eddie time to think. “I like to eat alone.”

“That’s alright. How about we meet here after you’ve eaten.”

“I think… I think I’d like that.”

“Great!” Max tapped Eddie’s arm, which made him flinch. “Sorry, did I hurt you?”

Eddie held his arm where Max had touched him. “I’m fine.”

“I’m glad. I’ll see you when you’ve eaten lunch. Bye, Eddie.” Max left the boy alone. He would have stayed longer but wanted to see if he could find any kids in his class.

Max noticed Neil surrounded by his mates. They were laughing exaggeratedly like they all had something to prove. Neil was obviously the leader. All the other boys vied for his attention and wanted to be his best mate. But that role changed on a weekly and sometimes daily basis. It fell to who amused Neil the most. They were too busy messing around to notice Max. He was glad.

Max put as much distance between him and Neil as possible. He noticed Finn chatting animatedly with Adam and Scott. He then saw the cute blond boy from his class with some friends. He looked sweet; his shaggy blond hair and full red lips made him look adorable. Max didn’t know his name, but he thought he’d like to know him better.

Unfortunately, Max didn’t get the chance. As he made his way over to the boy, the bell rang, and the entire student body made their way to the entrance and then their form groups. Max did the same.

Max sat in his usual seat, alone. He looked around, hoping to catch the eye of the blond boy, but he was too occupied chatting with his friend. That is until their form tutor arrived. He always insisted on silence when he took the morning register, but when complete, he read his newspaper and let the group chatter. Max looked around again, but the boy didn’t see Max looking at him. There were a couple of girls on the desk next to him. They noticed Max looking around.

“Neil is nasty.” The girl closest to Max said. “He’s been horrible to you. He said he wanted to make sure we all hated you by the end of the month. But I think you’re nice.”

“Thank you. I’m sure you’re nice as well.” Max smiled at her.

“I’m Elise. This is my best friend, Hannah.” Elise was your classic blonde. Long blonde hair, blue eyes and a coquettish smile. Hannah was of oriental heritage, with long, straight, black hair and dark eyes. Max thought Hannah looked cute.

“Neil is spreading rumours that you’re gay. Is it true?” Elise asked.

“Yes, I have a boyfriend. He’s an Outlander.” That must mean that Max considered himself a resident. When did Max start to consider James an Outlander?

“How is he coping with you in Cockaigne?” Hannah asked.

“I knew him before we moved here. I think he would live here if he could. But his parents would never move to a place like this.”

“Shame. I’d like to meet the boy who stole you.” Hannah said, which made Max blush.

“Doesn’t he look cute?” Elise said to Hannah as she saw his red cheeks.

Max was glad when the bell rang, saving him from further embarrassment. He followed the girls to his next class.

During the morning break, Elise admitted to having a crush on Neil. Hannah mentioned that it didn’t last as he teased her. He was only nine at the time but had a nasty streak even at that young age.

Hannah laughed as Elise told Max her tale of how she asked out Neil, aged nine, and he laughed at her, telling her she smelt of wee. It was childish of him, but Elise laughed it off as he was still immature then. As the years went by, Neil would occasionally bring it up in an attempt to embarrass her. In the end, the class didn’t believe a word he said as he was always caught out telling tales. Neil was stupid enough to make each tale more fanciful than the last. So, in the end, no one believed a word he said.

Now they were in ‘big school’. It was like everyone had forgotten what a liar and sneak he was. It may have had something to do with his uncle being a teacher. When they joined Cockaigne Academy, Neil found more confidence, and no matter what he said, what rumours he spread, he never got into trouble. He was careful that they couldn’t be traced back to him. If necessary, one of his mates would take the blame and the punishment.

Max was glad he found some friends. He wasn’t complaining, but he would prefer some male friends. The girls wanted to have lunch with Max, but he explained he was meeting someone. They sounded disappointed.

Max went over to the tree and sat down. He ate his sandwich and drank his cola. Between each bite and each glug, he looked around for Eddie. Eventually, he appeared and sat next to Max. Eddie liked it this way as it meant they weren’t looking at each other.

“I was afraid you weren’t coming,” Max said.

“I took longer than expected to each my lunch. Monday is ham. Wednesday is cheese. My Mum didn’t tell me she made me cheese sandwiches. It confused me.”

“Mums are like that, Eddie. They always do things to confuse you.”

Eddie smiled, “Thank you for understanding.” He said formally.

“My Mum bought cheap orange juice once and thought we wouldn’t tell the difference. She even tried to give us some special butter that’s good for our heart. We soon told her we prefer proper butter.”

“That stuff really is good for your heart. Butter is full of saturated fats. It’s bad for you. If you use the other stuff, you quickly get used to it.”

“I had no idea,” Max pondered. “I might tell Mum I’ll give the other stuff a try again.”

“It’s worth it, Max. To keep you healthy. I’d hate for something to happen to you.”

“Thanks, Eddie. I appreciate that.” Max paused, “I’d hate for anything to happen to you too.”

“I see trouble,” Eddie said and closed his eyes, tilting his head away from an advancing group of boys.

Neil was at the front. This time he held the football. “Come on, lads. Let’s have a kick about. Although this fucking queer likes to play with different balls.”

“Damn right I do,” Max stood up and caught the football as Neil threw it at his head. He took two steps onto the playing field, pretended the strange round ball was oval-shaped, and kicked it.

The ball travelled the entire length of the football field.

“You’d better fucking get that.” Neil spat.

“You gave me the ball. I thought it was mine. You shouldn’t have passed it to me if you didn’t want me to have it.” Max smiled at an annoyed Neil, “Get one of your monkeys to fetch it. I’m talking to my good friend.”

“That fucking retard. You deserve each other.”

“He’s actually very intelligent. More intelligent than you.”

Neil laughed.

Max continued to taunt Neil, “Now, Gru, take Minion Stuart and Minion Kevin and go play with yourselves.”

Eddie giggled at the film reference. He loved the Minions; they were funny.

“What are you laughing at, fucktard.” Neil glared at Eddie.

Max interjected, “He’s laughing at your monkeys. And I don’t blame him. Now fuck off and play with your balls.”

“Fucking twat.” Neil spat and walked away.

Max closed his eyes and concentrated on his breathing. In and out. In and out. Inside, he was shaking. Inside he wasn’t sure he was confident enough. In and out. Concentrate on your breathing, Max thought to himself.

Eddie instinctively knew to leave Max alone. He knew he needed time and space. As he heard Max’s breathing return to normal, he spoke. “Thank you, Max. I can’t remember anyone sticking up for me before.”

“It was my fault they turned on you. If you weren’t with me, they would have ignored you.”

“But you showed them.” Eddie sounded proud.

“Yes, I did. But only today. They’ll be back again to make my life hell. It might be best if you don’t hang around me anymore, or they might come after you.”

“I can’t. You’re the second person who has taken any real interest in being my friend. I don’t make friends easily.” Eddie looked at the sky.

“Who was the first?” Max wondered.

“My swim teacher. He took the time to discover what prevented me from swimming properly. He’s helping me overcome it.”

“He sounds special,” Max commented.

“He is.”

Max didn’t see Eddie during the afternoon break. He wasn’t worried as Neil was busy with his ‘Minions’. Elise and Hannah asked about Eddie as they saw Max with him during the lunch break. They told Max that Eddie was ‘special’. They meant it unkindly, but Max knew he was different and found him to be kind and intelligent. Max suggested they get to know him before making judgements.

Hannah kept blushing around Max. He wasn’t oblivious to it, she knew he had a boyfriend, but Max realised she had a crush on him.

Neil seemed to ignore Max all afternoon, which worried him slightly, but he put it to the back of his mind. That was until his final lesson of the day. They had science, and the students were expected to have a partner as they performed an experiment. Last week his partner was Neil. This week Max was sitting alone.

Mr Salter started to explain what they needed to do. They were to use a microscope to observe and draw the structure of an onion cell. The teacher held aloft a whole onion and said they were to come and collect a piece when they had their equipment ready. He didn’t seem to notice that Max was alone.

Max left his desk and followed the other students to get a microscope, a glass microscope slide and a wafer-thin glass coverslip. He returned to his desk and started setting up.

“Don’t you have a partner, Max?” Mr Salter approached Max, leaning on his desk.

“No, but I don’t mind working on my own.”

Mr Salter looked around at the other students. They were all in pairs. “I’ve just realised we have an odd number of students.” The teacher thought a moment, “You could always make up a three. I don’t mind.”

Hannah heard what the teacher said, “Join us, Max.” she said excitedly, “It would be fun.”

Max looked at her and smiled, “It might be best if I do this experiment alone. It might be cramped with three of us around a small microscope.”

“Okay.” Hannah sounded disappointed, “But next time, you can join us.”

“We’ll see.” It wasn’t that Max didn’t appreciate what the girls were doing; he was glad that some people in the class were talking to him.

Eddie was waiting for Max at the school gate. He looked nervous and tried to avoid the other students hanging around. They were being noisy and boisterous, and Eddie didn’t like that. He began to worry that he’d missed Max and was thinking about walking home when he saw him leave through the main school doors. Eddie smiled to himself when he saw him.

Max didn’t notice Eddie waiting for him. He was standing to one side and partially shielded by a lamp post.

“I thought I’d missed you,” Eddie said to Max, walking a few steps behind him.

Max stopped and turned to see Eddie. “Hiya.” Eddie stopped, still a few paces behind. Max saw he was nervous and didn’t like to feel he was imposing himself on others. “Let’s walk back together.” Max invited the boy to join him, which made him smile. “Did you have a good day?” Max asked him.

“Yes, thanks,” Eddie replied.

Max looked over at his new friend. He could tell by his eyes that he was thinking. He also looked nervous and uncertain about himself. Max tried to make conversation, but Eddie was very mono-syllabic in his replies.

They reached the junction where they split up yesterday.

“I go this way.” Eddie pointed to the left.

“I go straight on,” Max said, waiting for Eddie to say something. He looked like he wanted to, and Max gave him the time and space he needed.

“W… Wou… Would you like to come back with me?” Eddie asked meekly.

Max realised this was difficult for Eddie. He was surprised to be asked.

“You don’t have to,” Eddie said when Max hadn’t replied.

“I’d love to.” Max beamed at Eddie, who now looked a lot more relaxed. “I’ll just text my Mum to say I’m with a friend and will be back in time for dinner.”

Eddie blushed when he heard Max describe him as a friend. Max was about to give him a friendly touch on the shoulder but held back when he sensed Eddie flinch. He’d forgotten he didn’t like being touched.

They walked to Eddie’s home, talking. Eddie was excited. He’d never had a friend come to his house before and looked forward to showing Max his bedroom and his collection of fantasy figures.

 

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