My Boy, Callum. (Part 3) - Sex Stories

My Boy, Callum. (Part 3)

... accurate in this case. “Fuck off were ya” Ryan said grinning even harder, giving me a playful tap on the shoulder and trying to look into my living room “Your hair looked just like that after you fucked Kirsty at my party” he turned around and looked at my driveway “… and your mum’s car’s not here!” Ryan started laughing and all I could do was force a laugh as well even though my stomach was collapsing inside me. I was so scared. “You’re just fucking retarded mate” I said jokingly, pushing Ryan a couple yards away from the front door. “My mum went out to do the shopping” “Sure” he said, backing away slowly… “But lemme see who this girl is before I leave!” Ryan started running towards my front door, and my face dropped in fear. He was just playing around, but had no idea what kind of secret I was hiding from him. Putting both my arms up and pressing them into his chest, I blocked him from getting past me… a little more aggressively than I should have. “Ah shit” he moaned in slight pain “I was just joking around bud!” “Sorry man, you know I’m not a morning person” I said, hoping I didn’t raise any suspicions. “Sure do now” he said, rubbing his chest “Anyway I’ll be off, I’ll tell Dave you’re not feeling well mate” “Cheers man, sorry about that again” I replied, trying to redeem myself. “Yeah” Ryan said, giving me a weird look. I didn’t know what else to say so just stood there, as he turned around and went off to training. I shut the door slowly, pressing my forehead against ...

... it after I’d turned the lock. I just stood there leaning against the door for about 10 seconds. That was close. “He’s gone!” Callum yelled from my room, making me smile. It was suddenly all worth it; hearing his voice made me remember what I was protecting and why. I jogged up the stairs to see my boy. “That was fucking close” I said, walking towards him with my arms open for a hug. “I know, did you hit him?!” Callum asked. “Just pushed him, probably shouldn’t have” “No you did the right thing, he would’ve gotten in otherwise” Callum said, sitting down on the bed and crossing his legs. “What would you have done if he saw me?” I just stood there. The truth is I didn’t even want to imagine Ryan or anybody seeing Callum in his underwear at my house on a Saturday morning. I was just simply not ready for people to know that I’m bisexual. “James?” said Callum, picking up on my lack of response. “Err, I dunno man” I stuttered “Like, he’d be so shocked and probably go tell everyone” “Yeah” Callum said, as he started fiddling with his fingers sitting cross-legged on my bed, looking down at his lap. He looked a bit bothered by something, so once I’d stopped gazing into space I went and sat directly opposite and held his hands inside mine. “Hey hey, what’s wrong baby” I asked, gently squeezing his wrist. Callum raised his head but didn’t look me in the eye. “I just… I just like you so much James” he said, still staring into his lap “I like you so much that, like, if he came in and saw me ...