The Ballad of Johhny and Sid

Fourteen…fifteen…sixteen….how many bloody steps was it to the squat? John braced himself against the icy wind; body pitched forward and head down hurrying to the safety of the squat. He could hear Sid clip clopping behind him as he stumbled along trying to keep up with John’s pace.
It had been a frustrating time for John. The weather just added to his misery. Church with his mother only served to remind him of all the sins he wanted so badly to commit. Even though he believed most of religious pontification to be utter nonsense there was still a small part of him that feared what they were preaching. The same part of him just felt that he should be able to behave himself. To rise above and cut off all that was the more twisted path in this world. Sid had no such qualms. He was a force of nature. A force John envied and admired. And a force John lusted after even when he tried so very hard no to.
It was because of this that John had decided he would remain chaste. Oh sure he knew eventually he would have to find some girl he could fancy enough to have a family with but that was for later in his life not now. Now he could admire from afar. Be a voyeur of all the groping and rubbing around him while staying removed and above it all.
At first it was easy. He simply pushed Sid away. Sure Sid would try, but John would swat his hands away or turn quickly from those damned heated kisses. There was no need to welcome temptation and Sid was definitely a temptation. A temptation so powerful that John had already slipped once on his path. He had let Sid’s hands wander, let his lips linger and felt his cock respond. It was then that the striking realization hit him; while his brain might be of stellar character his body was a tart. A lusty wanton tart at that screaming “take me Sid,” every chance it got. After another overwhelming climax he cursed himself silently and resolved to be stronger next time Sid’s hands and mouth made sexy suggestions.
He continued pushing Sid away and Sid continued coming right back. It was a continual game of push and pull with no clear winner. And John was sure he would lose in the end no matter what he did or didn’t do.