Date: Fri, 09 Nov 2018 19:13:46 +0000
From: footboi <footboi@protonmail.com>
Subject: A Boy on a train Part 3 (Gay: Adult/Youth)

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A Boy on a train Part 3/3 (final)

(M/b)

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A Boy on a Train (Final)

`Alex! Alex! Wake up!'

The voice was incessant. First, it was miles away, but slowly it got nearer
and nearer until it was so close Alex could no longer ignore it.

`Leave me alone,' he angrily replied, `I want to sleep!'

`No, you cannot sleep Alex, you must wake up!'

Finally, Alex opened his eyes and was confronted by three faces who peered
back at him. That annoying voice belonged to the woman who was stood
closest to him. She was dressed in a white coat and had a stethoscope
draped over her shoulder. The two people next to her were also in white,
but had blue epaulets on each shoulder of their white jackets. One of them
was a man while the other was another woman. They all smiled back at him.

`Good, Alex,' the woman in the white coat continued, `there is no need to
look so alarmed, you are quite safe. You are in hospital and we are here to
help you.'

In hospital, Alex thought. That explained why the place stank of
disinfectant and why those glaring fluorescent lights hurt his eyes so
much. He felt claustrophobic with those dark green curtains so tightly
wrapped around them all. They were pressed so close to him, Alex felt
imprisoned on his bed. None of this could disguise the fact that his head
ached. Like a hammer that repeatedly struck a drum, it throbbed to the beat
of his heart.

Alex was convinced that his brain was about to explode, if it had not done
so already. Even a blink of his eye seemed to make the pain worse. His
discomfort was amplified by the rock-hard bed he lay on. While the
overzealous air conditioning left him convinced that he was naked in the
cold and icy air. Unfortunately, he did not have time to reflect upon this
any longer because the woman spoke once more.

`Alex, my name is Dr Ikobe, and I am your duty doctor for today.'

She then gestured to each person at her side.

`Nurse Clark and Nurse Sima are both here to look after you and help you
get better as quickly as possible,' Dr Ikobe added.

Alex only stared back at them. He did not dare move his head for fear of
making his headache worse.

`Now, Alex, you do know why you are here?'

Dr Ikobe was a small woman, when compared to her two companions. She must
have been only slightly taller than he was, Alex thought. She had a dark
complexion, which he liked. He guessed that she was probably from an
African country or somewhere similar. Africa was continent he would love to
visit one day when he was older.

The two nurses shared his own background, insomuch that they were of
European origin, as well. The women's hair was blonde but that was not its
natural colour, unlike Alex's. It gave her a severe look, as if she was
impatient about everything. The man's hair could not have been more
different. It was a dark brown and did not march his thin wispy
eyebrows. Indeed, unlike the woman, it made him harder to read and Alex
could not tell whether he was friendly or not. Despite their differences,
all three of them did have one thing in common. They all had brown eyes.

Yet, it was the man's face that held Alex's attention. It was round and
puffy just like a half pumped-up balloon, while his skin was paper dry skin
and had blotches of red all over it, especially on his cheeks. Alex guessed
that he was probably very old, maybe about fifty or even older. His eyes
were watery and blinked constantly as if something had irritated them. Alex
was not sure why they would not return his gaze, but it unnerved him and
was glad when his fingers found the flimsy material of the hospital gown
that he wore, which told him that he was not completely naked after all.

`Alex, you don't remember anything at all, do you?' asked Dr Ikobe.

She was mistaken. He remembered everything. His memory had been aided by
the warmth of a clammy hand that had been on his leg from the moment he had
woken up. Its touch reminded him of Geoff, and his parents, too. It was
these thoughts that took him back to the massive fight he had, the reason
why he was there.


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`Don't touch me! I hate you. You can keep your stupid present! I don't care
where you got it from! I don't want it! Just go away!'

The smile on his father's face had long since evaporated. At his feet lay
the rugby shirt where Alex had thrown it, in a crumpled heap on the
polished wooden floor. Alex did not care one bit about the lengths his dad
had gone to have it signed by some player he had never heard of. Instead,
he smiled as he watched his father's face darken with the anger.

It had been a huge relief to finally tell his dad how much he hated him. It
was as if great weight had been lifted from his shoulders, or relief from
that knot of anger that had been in his stomach for longer than he could
remember. Much like when he puked up his grandmother's prized porridge she
always insisted he ate at least once whenever they visited her. He had
often wondered how many of his distant relatives had died mysteriously
after eating that terrible concoction! Actually, getting his dad out of his
system felt even better than that!

Alex had known the present was not his dad's idea. It would never have
occurred to him to do something like that. Alex doubted he was even aware
of how much he had upset him. His mum knew, yet she still went along with
dad's decision to stop him going to jujitsu. Alex guessed that she was
probably happy about that too. Now he would have to do ballet, instead. As
far as he could tell, they were just as selfish as each other and he hated
them both.

The drive home from his final lesson took forever. Throughout it, his dad
had raged about Geoff. It was as if he was the most evil man in the entire
world. He called him a "homo" and a "queer", and said he was a dangerous
and irresponsible pervert. He even said that no one should trust a man who
was happy to kiss young guys in front of young kids. That was why he said
he did not want him to go near Geoff ever again. That made Alex really
upset, and he wondered how he managed to sit through all that without going
crazy.

The only reason why he did was because he did not want to make things
worse, but thought that this was so unfair. All Geoff had done was kiss
somebody. Everyone knows that guys kiss guys. It is not evil anymore. So,
why did it freak out his dad so much? He behaved just like some of his
friends at school. They would have gone crazy about that too. That was
because they were all stupid, just like his dad.

On top of that, he had to listen to his dad's sudden concern about his
well-being. That was a surprise! He had never cared much about him in the
past, especially when he got mugged on the way home from school a few weeks
ago. That time, he did not even bother to find out if he was okay. So, Alex
knew that his newly discovered concern about his safety was just fake. When
was the last time his dad actually cared about anybody except himself?

`I see,' replied his father, `so, the little shit isn't grateful for a
present any real boy would have died for.'

As he picked up the shirt, he had that look of disdain Alex had seen many
times before. He could not remember the last time when his dad actually
smiled at him.

`There, I was right,' his father continued, `I told you this would be a
complete waste of my time. Look at him. He isn't a son of mine, I don't
know why I even bothered to try and make up to him. He doesn't know how to
be a proper son. How could I ever be proud of...'?

His father was stopped mid-sentence by the book Alex had thrown at him. It
had been the nearest thing to hand.

`Get out of our house!' Alex shouted, as he pointed at the door.

Alex was disappointed that the book had missed its intended target, his
dad's nuts. His aim had been slightly off and stuck his father's stomach,
instead. At least he had the satisfaction of seeing him recoil in pain from
the blow. Unfortunately, Alex had not considered what his dad might do in
retaliation, and was left totally unprepared for what he actually did.

Alex was a small boy, everybody would have agreed. He had just reached five
foot in height, but barely tipped the scales at thirty-five kilograms. In
stark contrast, his father towered over him with his rugby player physique
that left no one in doubt how defenceless Alex was, stood there in only his
boxer shorts that revealed far more than they hid. He was certainly in no
position to prevent what his father was about to do next.

His dad knew he had the strength to snap his son in half as easily as a
twig if he chose. He had no reason to prove it. So, why he chose that
moment to do so, with a punch to left of his son's head with all the force
he could muster will always remain a mystery.



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`Alex? Do you remember why?' Dr Ikobe repeated. Her voice now betrayed a
trace of anxiety.

Centimetre by centimetre, that warm, damp hand moved further up Alex's
legs. Occasionally it slipped between them to caress his inner thigh. Alex
was left unsure whether to welcome this intrusion or not. So, he did
nothing. Instead, he tried to work out who its owner was and where was its
intended destination? It was only when it neared his balls did he finally
have an answer to both of his questions. The man now looked straight at him
and had smiled, too. He also pinched Alex's flesh lightly to make sure he
knew that he was the hand's owner. He did this as it reached its intended
target, Alex's balls.

`Yes, I do remember,' Alex finally answered.

His reply changed the atmosphere and much to Alex's disappointment, the
hand had retreated back down his leg once more. Yet, it had made his cheeks
burn and his dick stand to attention as he waited for it return.

Once more, the male nurse now ignored him completely and behaved as if his
intrusion on Alex's personal space had never taken place at all. For Alex,
the clammy warmth of his hand rapidly became a distant memory as he tried
to focus again on Dr Ikobe.

`Alex?' Dr Ikobe prompted.

`I think I must have banged my head when I ran down the stairs,' Alex
replied.

He had made his mind up. He would not to tell her what really happened
between him and his father. Alex knew that his dad would have never
admitted what he had done, anyway, and his mum would simply go along with
that. That was fine, he thought. Yes, of course his dad deserved to be
punished for what he did, but he knew a better way to make him pay.

`So, you tripped and fell down the stairs?' quizzed Dr Ikobe.

`Yes, I guess so,' agreed Alex, `my dad had got me a special gift and I was
pretty excited. I remember running downstairs to see it ... then the next
thing I saw was you guys here looking at me.'

Alex's heart leapt. The hand had returned. He had to force himself not to
move as it found his balls once more, first one and then the other before
it squeezed them both firmly together. It moved on to his rigid dick next
and stroked it slowly and peeled back his foreskin. The man's hand had
rough, thick skin, which sent waves of pleasure through Alex as his thumb
ran across his dick's head.

For at least a minute the hand danced over Alex's dick, occasionally
returning to his balls to squeeze them together tightly before sliding
between his thighs as it sought out his dark hole between his buns. Then,
as suddenly as it had first arrived, the hand was gone and Alex was left
erect, cold and abandoned with the forlorn hope that it would return again.

`Well, that tallies with what his parents have described,' said Dr Ikobe,
half to herself. She had a satisfied smile on her face.

`Nurse Sima, we will keep Alex in overnight for observation,' Dr Ikobe
continued. `I want to make sure there are no unforeseen consequences from
his concussion. So, I would like you to be responsible for him tonight,
starting with a recording of his vital signs.'

`He was as fortunate as he is attractive, wasn't he doctor?'

That voice that made this observation was owned by the man, Nurse Clark. As
he spoke, Alex felt his hand caress the sole of his foot. He did not hide
his disappointment at not being chosen to look after Alex that night.

`Indeed, you are a very handsome young man, Alex,' Dr Ikobe agreed. `At
first, we thought we were dealing with a very pretty girl until your mother
put us right!'

The doctor then turned to Nurse Carter, `let Social Services know that we
have no concerns about Alex, and then tell his parents that they can come
in and see him now.'



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`Dan, you have something to say to Alex, I think.'

The mention of his name by his mother brought Alex out of his reverie, but
he did not take his eyes away from the car window. Instead, he continued to
watch the fields and trees rush passed from the back seat of his dad's
car. He had long been accustomed to his father's reckless pace. The car
sped up, a clear sign his mother's suggestion had angered him.

She had broken the silence that had prevailed since the moment they left
the hospital. In the car they no longer had to pretend to be the model
family they were not. Although Alex had to admit that his parents were good
at that. The silence suited Alex and would have preferred to have kept it
that way. He had nothing to say to either of them.

`Look ... Alex,' his father said, eventually. His voice was hesitant and
full of embarrassment, `I ... I am really sorry I lost my temper with you.'

Alex met his dad's eye through the car's rear-view mirror.

`It should never have happened and it won't again, okay? I promise,' his
father added.

`And ...?' prompted Alex's mother, like an impatient school mistress.

His father shook his head and tightened his grip on the steering wheel. The
car sped up again. With reluctance, he met Alex's eyes once more through
the mirror.

`And, I am really grateful to you for not telling the doctor what really
happened. Had you done so ... it would have made things very difficult for
me.'

The anger boiled inside Alex like a kettle. He had not wanted to say
anything to his parents, but this had changed everything.

`I don't care about your apology, you don't mean it anyway,' he replied.

Despite his anger, Alex's voice was calm, as if he were simply stating a
matter-of-fact. His pubescent voice barely audible as he stared at the
refection of his father's eyes through the rear-view mirror.

`I did not lie to that doctor to save you,' Alex continued, `I did it for
myself! When we get home, I don't want to ever see you again. I hate you.'

Alex lay awake in his bed. He was hot and sweaty and his head still
hurt. He had not slept a wink since they had got home. This made it
impossible to ignore his parent's downstairs. They had been in a long
discussion for what seemed like hours, which was very unusual for
them. They rarely had much to say to each other since they got
divorced. After he had located a pair of white briefs he thought he had
only worn once, Alex got up and sat at the top of the stairs to find out
what they were talking about.

`Look, Dan, can't we work something out?' his mother pleaded.

`I told you, Liz, my mind is made up. He is going to boarding school,' his
father replied. 'You said, yourself, that he's been a real handful
recently, so I think St McDougald's for Boys would be perfect for him. It's
located in an isolated part of Scotland and the Monks there are renowned
for their belief in strict discipline. It's just a pity that this country
has banned corporal punishment.'

`I'll fight you on this Dan, you know that?'

`And you'll be wasting both of our time, Liz,' his father replied.

At the same time, he smiled at her with that all too familiar superior look
of his.

`You forget that it was you who insisted that I pay for his damned
education as part of our settlement. You cannot go back on that
now. Besides, do you really think there is a judge out there who would deny
the little shit the opportunity to attend the third best private school in
the United Kingdom?'

`I wish you would not refer to your own son in that way.'

`I can refer to him in any way I choose, Liz,' his father replied. `You
heard his insolence towards me in the car, didn't you? This hasn't been a
one off. Despite all we've done for him, he's been nothing but a rude and
ungracious brat to both of us for months now. A dose of firm discipline
will do him good.'

`It's true, he has been a difficult at times,' conceded Alex's mum, `the
divorce was difficult for him. Give him time and be patient with him and
he'll get over this.'

`I am not buying that, Liz!' his dad replied, `you forget that you have
continually moaned to me about his behaviour, remember? It's not our
divorce that's the problem. Plenty of other kids go through the same
thing. No, the problem is Alex. We have one selfish little shit on our
hands! I am just doing us both of a favour.'

`Not boarding school, please Dan!' begged his mother. Alex had never heard
her so upset before.

`The decision has been made, Liz, I am afraid,' his father replied, `keep
in mind that I own half this house and all the money you get is from me,
too. I pay all your bills. If you like, that can change very simply. You
can choose to go along with my decision or lose the house. You
decide. Remember, I am doing this for Alex, whether he likes it or not!'

Alex had heard enough. He ran back to his bedroom and searched around for
some clothes. Tears streamed down his cheeks. His heart beat so hard, it
hurt his chest and panic gripped his insides. They were going to send him
away to boarding school! They wanted to get rid of him! What should he do?
The only thing he could think of was to get away. He had to escape, but,
where?

He knew one person who could help him and that was Geoff, but he was not
even sure where he lived. He did not care. If he did not know, then at
least he knew his mum did not know, either. That meant she would never find
him, but only if he left now.



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Despite his sodden clothing, Alex was as featherweight in his arms. What
concerned Geoff more was the tell-tale signs of hypothermia the boy
had. His skin was cold to touch and his face had an ice-white
complexion. It was as if his blood had been drained from him his entire
body. Alex's lips were a dull mauve, matched by the dark rings around his
eyes. Had he not shivered in Geoff's arms, he could have easily been
mistaken for dead.

`Alex! It's me Geoff, do not go to sleep! Everything is going to be fine!
Stay awake!' Geoff said firmly. The alarm in his voice was clear.

His rising panic did not cloud his thinking, and he placed the boy down
carefully on his hallway floor and tore away his sodden clothes. Next, he
wrapped Alex in his bathrobe. It still retained its owner's body heat and
Geoff hoped this, along with an intense massage of his limbs, would
kick-start the boy's circulation back to into life. As he worked, he had
time to wonder what had driven Alex to make this crazy journey at the dead
of night and in this atrocious weather?

With his arms full of Alex once more, Geoff spun the thermostat to maximum
with his toe as he entered his living room. He softly laid him down on to
his couch. The very same one they had first explored each other's naked
bodies not two months ago. The present circumstances could hardly have been
more different. Now, Alex's health was on the line and Geoff knew that if
he failed to get his body temperature back up swiftly he could suffer
lasting damage or much worse.

Despite everything. the bruising on the side of his face had not gone
unnoticed. Was this the reason why he was here, Geoff wondered? Alex would
not have come all this way just for fun, after all. He extinguished the
question immediately. It was pointless to speculate about the cause of the
wound. Right now, he had far more important things to deal with. The first
was the boy's health. The next, to get him home to his mother as soon as
possible.

The thought of Alex's mother chilled Geoff's heart. He could easily imagine
her shock when she discovered that her son had gone missing. Of course, she
would have frantically searched the house, first. Then the nearby streets
and even the whole neighbourhood for him before she would accept that he
had truly disappeared. It was a mother's biggest fear that, one day,
someone might abduct her son. That her son chose to runaway would, in many
ways, be harder to accept. Then Geoff thought about the authorities, the
police, especially. They would, rightly, take a missing child incident very
seriously indeed. It was clear, the moment Alex was strong enough, Geoff
knew he would have to return him to his mother, whatever the consequences.

This bleak line of thought was broken by Alex as he began to stir. A soft
moan escaped his dark lips and he snuggled down on Geoff's chest as if it
were a pillow. As he regained consciousness his movements became more
animated, and he finally opened his eyes and looked about himself. A big
smile followed as he looked up at Geoff and then his surroundings.

`Oh my god, I made it!' Alex sighed with relief.

Alex's voice was weak, but that did not disguise his relief as he wriggled
out of Geoff's bathrobe. Geoff watched as, first, one naked shoulder
followed by the other appeared to reveal his flat chest. Along with those
smooth, dark little nipples, his torso merely reminded Geoff how slight
Alex was, even for a boy his age.

Geoff always loved the sensation of naked skin touching his when a boy lay
against him. Alex was no exception, and he felt the warmth return to his
body. The bonus was the boy's erect cock, which was pressed firmly against
his equally erect member as Alex continued to squirm across his body. With
his search for a comfortable position complete, Alex wrapped his arms
around Geoff and lay his bruised head upon his chest.

Geoff was relieved to see a gleam in Alex's blue eyes once more. He was
equally was pleased that the boy's hands had begun to explore his chest
and, especially, his nipples. He hungrily breathed in Alex's scent. He had
missed the honeyed fragrant pubescence that was Alex's own unique
aroma. Yet, he was not going to let Alex know how pleased he was to see him
just yet, despite the evidence of his own erect cock.

`Alex! That was really stupid of you! I am very disappointed in you! You
should have never attempted such a reckless journey! You could have been
killed!'

Geoff watched as Alex blinked, wide-eyed in surprise. It was obvious he had
not expected those severe words. However, Geoff knew it would not be long
before he saw through his deception, and sure enough, a smile slowly spread
across the boy's still very pale face.

`I am just as annoyed with you too, you know!' Alex replied,
indignantly. `But you can kiss me, if you like,' he added with a look of
defiance that dissolved any annoyance Geoff may have harboured.

He really could not have remembered a better kiss if had tried. Alex
hungrily sought out his tongue the moment their lips met. Obviously, he had
missed him as well, and wanted to make up for it. So, Geoff delved deep
into the boy's mouth, Alex giggled as their saliva mingled and ran down his
neck. He ignored it and slid down to Geoff's chest and began to tongue
Geoff's nipples as a cat would lap milk.

`I am serious, Alex,' Geoff said, finally. He tried to ignore Alex's
intimate attention.

`I am well aware that you have run away from home. Do you realise your
mother will be frantic?'

`I don't care!' Alex replied as he ceased exploring of Geoff's nipples. `My
mum hates me and my dad is going to send me to boarding school. I am scared
and you are the only one who can help me.'

Geoff did not reply at first. He let the boy's head rest on his chest. As
he did so, he ran his hand down his back, and only stopped to slip one
finger in between his soft buttocks and rub his puckered sphincter. The boy
did not object and, instead, relaxed his buns to invite Geoff's fingers in
deeper.

`Alex, how did you get that bruise on your cute face?'

`Do you really think I am cute?' Alex asked.

His question made Alex giggle, but not because he was nervous.

Now he looked up into Geoff's eyes. His long blond hair cascaded over his
left eye and obscured the view of the damage that surrounded
it. Nevertheless, Geoff could see that Alex knew his question was a
serious.

`Of course, I do, and you are a silly boy! Or would you prefer it if I said
that I think you are beautiful?' Geoff teased. `Now, answer my question!
How did you come by that nasty bruise?'

`My dad hit me,' Alex replied, his eyes were once again on one of Geoff's
nipples, which he had trapped between two of his fingers. `I tried to hit
him in the balls and that made him really mad. So, he hit me and I ended up
in hospital.'

Geoff was not surprised by what Alex had revealed. That would have been a
significant embarrassment to Dan and it was clear that he had lost
control. Indeed, he would have been more surprised if his father had shown
the restraint a parent should. Nevertheless, the sight of Dan doubled up in
pain would have been one to behold, Geoff thought as he smiled to
himself. He was an unpleasant and arrogant man who deserved no less than a
kick in the balls.

`What did the doctors do when you told them what had happened?'

`I did not tell them,' Alex replied.

`What?'

`I did not tell them what really happened. I told them that I fell down the
stairs,' said Alex.

`You did not tell them that, did you ... really?' questioned Geoff in
disbelief.

`Yeah, really, I did!' Alex replied.

Alex had a broad grin across his face and Geoff realised how much he had
underestimated him. That was incredibly smart thinking of a kind he would
not have thought Alex capable of. By not telling the authorities, Alex had
effectively neutralised his "dad" problem. He had turned Dan's brutality
against him and now had him by the balls. At any time of his choosing, he
could ruin his day simply by suddenly "remembering" the real reason why he
had ended up in hospital.

`Apart from your parents, does anyone else know what really happened
between you and your father?' asked Geoff.

`Apart from you, nobody else,' Alex replied.

As he spoke Geoff felt warm fingers grip his balls. The boy had an impish
grin on his face as his head still rested on his chest. Geoff looked at him
with a new level of respect. This was the best news he had received in a
long time, and it was all down to this boy. Finally, he could see a tiny
shaft of light at the end of this particular tunnel.

`Geoff, can I ask you something? It's something I have been thinking about
this for ages,' Alex said quite suddenly.

Geoff knew immediately that the topic of his bruise had reached its natural
conclusion as far as Alex was concerned. He had moved on to the next one,
just as boys do.

`Yes, Alex, of course you can,' Geoff replied.

`Can I try that thing on you that you did to my dick last time?'

It took Geoff a little the while to fathom what Alex was talking about. His
exquisite cheeks had reddened and his smile, submissive, only served to
make him look even more gorgeous than ever. Selfishly, Geoff thanked the
gods of fate who had brought them together.

`You want to suck my cock, Alex?' he asked.

There was an eagerness in Alex's eyes, yet Geoff could see that the boy was
dog tired. He had just ridden almost twenty miles through a thunderstorm
and picked up a touch of hyperthermia for his trouble, as well. Now, it was
nearly 2 AM in the morning, was this really the time for this kind of fun,
Geoff wondered? Yet, he was well aware that it was only the prospect of sex
with his lover that kept this boy awake. Well, why not, he thought?

`Okay, I definitely don't have a problem with a bit of fun and games
tonight, starting with that, okay?' Geoff replied. `But afterwards, I am
going to have to take you home, Alex. Your mother would go crazy if she
discovered that you were not there.'

`But I am never going to go back home,' Alex protested, `I want to stay
here with you!'

`Believe me, kid, I would like that more than you can ever know,' agreed
Geoff, as he caressed his young lover's cheek, `but if we really want to
make this a reality, then you will have to go home. You will just have to
trust me on this, Alex.'

Geoff was not sure Alex was convinced at all. That did not stop him sliding
down Geoff's body and greedily sought out his cock to play with.

`Hey, Alex! Remember not to bite! It's not a lolly pop!' instructed Geoff
as he winced for the third time.

Alex concentrated on the job at hand. His cheeks were a rose red and puffed
out while his lips were stretched to their limit as he fought to
accommodate Geoff's cock. Both its girth as well as its length presented
Alex with a significant challenge. To encourage him, Geoff ran his hand
through the boy's long, almost silvery, blond hair. He need not have
bothered, as it was clear that Alex's ardour was all that he needed to
succeed.

Geoff had long known that Alex had a power over him like no other boy he
had ever known before. He was his kryptonite, if that was not too arrogant
a statement, and could awaken a desire in him he never knew he had. It was
a passion, a craving hunger that he could not live with or without. No boy,
and he had met many a beauty in the past, had managed to achieve that. It
explained why he had gone to such lengths, and taken ill-advised and
reckless risks to be with him. Things he would have never done for any
other boy. Worse, or perhaps for the better, Alex was able tap into his
baser instinct and drag out the animal lust in him, and that was exactly
what he had done right now.

By now, Alex had wrapped his fingers around Geoff's balls, which he
squeezed so tight a carnal groan involuntarily slipped from Geoff's
lips. He had not experienced such pleasure in years and knew his
ejaculation was looming. That did not deter Alex, who had finally managed
to get the head of Geoff's cock into his mouth, but not much
further. Nevertheless, this still had the desired effect on Geoff and he
savoured the sensation of the boy's tongue as it darted across his cock's
leaking eye. This, and just the sight of those rose-red lips around his
engorged member was enough to fatally weakened his once proud resistance,
and he was just as unprepared as Alex when he finally cracked.

Wide-eyed, Geoff's cum poured from both corners of Alex's mouth. Geoff had
warned him what to expect, but Alex refused to pull away as he had been
advised. Instead, he began to cough when he could no longer contain the
amount of cum Geoff's member produced. Geoff watched as his post-coital
spasms spread his cloying liquid coated Alex's lips, nose and even ran down
his chin, covering him from his head to his chest. A proud smile lit up his
face as he continued to pump Geoff's softening cock in his fist.

Geoff pulled the boy to him and kissed him. Their tongues mingled with the
cum in Alex's mouth, and Geoff was ecstatic. He had known some boys not to
be so willing to handle the amounts he could produce. That obviously put
limitations on their sex play, but not with Alex. He positively enjoyed
Geoff's thick cum, which was a relief. It was clear that he did not have
that problem, and it was with a degree of impatience that he returned to
Geoff's cock for more fun.

Geoff spun the pillow-light boy around to present his young bum to him,
with Alex's legs spread either side of his ears. He now had unrestricted
access to the boy's nether region, and he felt Alex freeze momentarily as
his tongue explored his tight sphincter. It was very tight indeed, and
confirmed what he already suspected, that no one had been there before
him. Sadly, he did not think Alex's body was quite ready to endure the
initiation of full on sex. That would have to wait, although that did not
mean their fun was over.

Alex giggled and shifted to afford Geoff better access to his dark hole as
Geoff enveloped his balls in his mouth. Alex was definitely an active
participant in the fun and when Geoff found Alex's ball sac tight up
against his pubis he elicited a loud squeal and wriggled as he pulled on
his balls and squeezed them together in his lips. The boy's ramrod stiff
cock pulse excitedly against Geoff's chin as he continued to savour his
little marble-like balls. Alex ground his cock into Geoff's face with the
impatience of a boy wanting more. Geoff knew what he wanted and was happy
to oblige.

Geoff allowed Alex to force his stiff dick into his mouth with the
enthusiasm of a rabbit on heat, and had to slow him down to a manageable
cadence. Nevertheless, he knew that it would not be long before the boy
would cum. A gasp that escaped Alex's lips merely confirmed this.

The first time had been a hurried affair. Geoff had just met Alex and the
decision to take Alex's cock in his mouth that time was a
spur-of-the-moment one. It felt the same again this time. Time was not on
their side and, as before, Alex should not have even been there. Because of
that, Geoff was determined not to rush things. He wanted to reward Alex for
his fortitude to be with him that night, even if it would only be for a
short while.

Geoff could feel Alex's lips around his own cock as he pumped his own four
inches in and out of Geoff's mouth. He had resumed his obsession with
Geoff's huge member, and his fingers were all over his balls as well. Geoff
matched him and sucked on the boy's dick until signs of a boy about to
reach his orgasm became clear.

Side-to-side Alex writhed as Geoff drained every last drop from his
twitching dick. Of course, the fluid that spurted into his mouth could not
compare with the copious amount that Alex had choked upon, but to Geoff it
was even sweeter. He nuzzled the boy's balls as he savoured the dank aroma
that pervaded Alex's crutch, finally leaving Alex completely spent, spread
out on his body.

Reluctantly, Geoff lifted the rag doll up and over, and spun him around to
meet his lips. This time when he kissed him. Alex did not respond. That was
because he was fast asleep, and, like a baby, his soft naked body was
motionless.

The bruise along the left side of Alex's face merged with the dark rings of
exhaustion that circled both of his eyes. Alex had endured a great deal to
reach him. Of course, Geoff wanted to keep him forever but he knew he had
to take him home. Then it would be time for both of them to face the music.



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`Please, bring him up here! His bedroom is this way!' Alex's mother
instructed.

This was not quite what Geoff had expected. There was no drama, no tears,
no anger. Just the initial look of surprise followed by an understanding of
the situation. It was as if the boy's mother had expected to find Geoff
stood there with her son draped in his arms, asleep and naked, save for the
blanket he was wrapped in. In the half-light of the coming dawn and dressed
for sleep, she simply stood back and showed Geoff where he could set his
burden down.

`He's exhausted from the ride to my house,' said Geoff, `and I am afraid he
caught a touch of hyperthermia from all that rain.'

Geoff placed Alex on the bed as instructed. The boy's bedroom felt familiar
to him. It had all the paraphernalia you would expect to see in a
teenager's room. Computer gaming equipment vied with shelves of once loved
but now long forgotten toys and board games along with the inevitable books
and sports attire that school demands. No, none of this explained the
feeling Geoff had. Instead, it was the presence of an almost undetectable
scent he had detected the moment he entered Alex's bedroom. It was this
that made him feel as if he had been there before and stirred his loins
once more.

`Lay him here,' instructed his mother as Geoff gently placed the sleeping
Alex on his inviting bed.

`The boy has had a rough night and a long sleep will do him no harm,' Geoff
replied.

He watched her attend to Alex. No emotion was shown as she removed Geoff's
blanket and then covered his is naked body in the duvet.

'Well, it looks like my task here is now complete. Alex is back home, safe
and sound. So, I should be leaving now,' said Geoff.

Alex's mother looked around at him the moment he spoke. His words had her
alarmed her.

`I had hoped you would stay just a little longer,' she replied, `if only to
explain how Alex came to be with you?'

'I think Alex would be the best person to ask that question,' suggested
Geoff, 'after all, he does have a lot of explaining to do.'

`Please, don't go,' she repeated, `I think we need to talk, don't you
agree?'

Geoff did not agree at all, but knew that she was right. Mrs Fowler needed
to understand what drove her son to ride through a thunderstorm all that
way to be with him. It was a scenario Geoff had played out over and over in
his mind during the drive back to Alex's house that early morning. In it,
the conversation did not go well. He knew that it would be impossible to
answer that question without revealing the true nature of their
relationship.

`As requested, one coffee,' Alex's mother said, 'no sugar and very strong.'

She placed the steaming mug next to Geoff on the table. In her kitchen,
Geoff was nude under his sweatpants and hoodie. The first items of clothing
that came to hand as he hurriedly dressed before he left home with the boy,
fast asleep. It was only when Mrs Fowlers eyes strayed towards his feet did
he remember that he had forgotten his flip flops in his haste. Mrs Fowler,
her back to her red Siemens refrigerator, was wrapped in a snow bright
bathrobe. An equally hasty choice, Geoff guessed. She certainly had not
expected to receive a guest at 4 AM in morning

He could see that she was nervous, too. Who could blame her? It was a
situation neither of them had wanted. If she had suspected that there was
more to his relationship with Alex than just jujitsu, now it was plain to
see. Yet, what puzzled Geoff the most was her lack of emotion. Of course,
the shock of the discovery that Alex had not been where she had left him
that evening had been clear. She did not, however, appear angry or even
distressed by this discovery. Indeed, unless he was greatly mistaken, he
had the distinct impression that she was relieved that Alex had chosen to
turn to him.

`I guess you did not ask me to stay just to offer me a cup of coffee, Mrs
Fowler?' Geoff said. His forced smile failed to lessen the tension between
them.

`You can call me Liz,' she replied. `I understand that Alex knows you as
"Geoff". Is it okay if I call you that too?'

`Sure, Liz, of course,' agreed Geoff, `now that you mention Alex, I would
imagine that he's the reason for this conversation?'

Liz did not reply immediately. Instead, she spent a long minute looking
into her own mug of coffee as she tried to compose her thoughts. Geoff was
happy to give her all the time she needed.

`I must confess, I am very conflicted right now,' she said finally, `I have
just discovered my child sick in the arms of a man who should be stranger
to him when I thought he was tucked up, safe in his bed. As you can
imagine, I have so many questions swirling through my head, it is difficult
to know where to start. So, I suppose I might as well begin with this. How
did you come to know my son?

It was the obvious question, and Geoff's reply was well rehearsed. He
described how he had rescued Alex from those bullies. How he had allowed
him to stay overnight at his place to help him recover from his
ordeal. Then how Alex had expressed a wish that they keep in touch. It was
a request he had happily agreed to. Geoff noted how Liz's hands tightened
their grip on her coffee mug when he noted how unhappy Alex seemed to be at
that time, and how that had influenced his decisions.

`But, how did jujitsu fit into all this?' asked Liz next.

"If I am honest, Liz,' Geoff replied, `this was my suggestion.

`Yes, but why?'

`You know better than I that your son is quite small for his age and this
has affected his confidence. Martial arts would help address that and also
mean we could meet again. Both of which, your son wanted.'

Geoff knew that this was plausible, but unlikely to satisfy Liz, and sure
enough, her eyes had dropped to the floor. She struggled to compose her
next question. The one Geoff knew that was coming.

`It's very clear that my son thinks very highly of you. I have noticed that
even the mention of your name would have a magical effect upon him. His
eyes would shine and his mood change. There is always glow about him when
he spoke about you. If I did not know better...'

Liz stopped herself mid-sentence and looked up at Geoff, her eyes red from
the emotions that tore at her insides. She wanted to go on but was too
frightened by what she would learn.

`Go on Liz,' reassured Geoff, `you will not ask me anything that I was not
expecting.'

`Okay, Geoff,' Liz replied after a big mouthful of coffee, `are you two
... intimate? I know that you have been intimate with boys before, are you
with my son, too?'

Her eyes dropped to her lap while her cheeks reddened in exactly the same
as Alex's would. Geoff marvelled at how much they were alike, but that was
a side issue. Crunch time had arrived, there could be no further
hiding. The truth needed to be told.

`I think you are referring to that incident at jujitsu that your husband
witnessed,' he replied. `That was unfortunate and not the kind of behaviour
I would indulge in with any boy, let alone your son. However, you asked if
there has been intimacy between us? Well, the answer is yes, we are
intimate friends.'

Liz reddened even further, `so, you have had sex with my son?'

`Yes, Liz, I have.'

The silence that followed was almost unbearable. Geoff had expected this
question. There was simply no way to avoid it. He also knew that his life,
as he knew it, hung in the balance. However, what Liz said next was not
what he had expected.

After a long pause, she looked him straight in the eye. There were tears in
hers.

`I had always thought that if I were ever to find myself in a situation
like this I would have been consumed with rage and anger,' she said wiping
a tear from her cheek, `instead I find myself immensely relieved that my
son has found someone he can believe in. Also, a relief that that, through
you, I have a chance to get my son back.'

Despite himself, Geoff raised an eyebrow in surprise and could only stare
blankly at Alex's mother. This was not the response he had prepared for.

Liz could only laugh, `I guess you did not expect that, Geoff, did you? By
the way, I would like to thank you for your honesty. I can see why my son
likes you so much. You are a decent human being, which in my world are
rare.'

Geoff did not acknowledge the complement. Instead he asked, 'you said that
I can help you get your son back. I saw the bruise on his face, what has
been going on to make you say that?'

Now it was Liz's turn to recount events of the recent past, some of which
Geoff already knew. He did not know everything, however. Her difficult
divorce from Dan was new to him, as was how their financial settlement had
become her trap. It should have given her the freedom she craved, instead
she had been tricked into a dependency on Dan that was worse than when they
had been married. With a snap of a finger, he could demand his half share
of their house and force her into poverty. That left her powerless to
oppose him; whether over withdrawing Alex from the jujitsu or his decision
to send Alex to boarding school.

`I am trapped, Geoff,' she said. `I was once a young, foolish girl
attracted to what she had thought was a strong and caring man,' Liz
continued. `Instead, she discovered a spiteful bully who thought about no
one, save himself. Now her son was paying the price for her youthful
stupidity.'

By the time Liz finished Geoff had made his mind up. He went to his car,
parked in the drive and returned with his rucksack, the one that always
accompanied him to work.

`This should solve a few of your problems,' he said with a smile, as he
handed Liz the cheque he had written up quickly at her kitchen table. `I
have had some business dealings with your ex-husband, as you know, and I am
well aware that this is the only language he really understands.'

Geoff watched Liz's eyes widen when she saw the amount written on the
cheque. Then a look swept across her face that could have been either anger
or resignation. Had he been expecting her gratitude, then he was mistaken.

`This is an awful lot of money, Geoff, but I cannot accept it,' she
replied, `you cannot buy my son.'

Geoff smiled, `I think you have misinterpreted my intention. This is not
about Alex, it is about you, Mrs Fowler. You described being trapped in a
prison, did you not? Well, this is the key to your freedom.'

Throughout their conversation Liz had been on edge. The way she gripped her
mug of coffee and sat with her legs knotted tightly together betrayed the
stress she had been under. That early morning, Geoff watched as Liz, sat in
her chair, smiled for the first time in a very long time.

`I... I do not know what to say,' said Liz. Her voice, full of emotion,
faltered.

`You do not have saw anything, Liz,' replied Geoff. `You can now address
your "Dan problem", if you choose. Also, you can ask me to leave and never
see Alex again. That too, has always been your prerogative, and I would
like to think that you would be more emboldened to exercise it, if you
choose.'

The kitchen was completely silent. The rain had ceased and even wind that
had gusted fiercely not an hour ago had subsided. The only illumination was
pale autumnal sunrise. It shone with feeble rays of light through the
kitchen window, while a strong smell of coffee still pervaded the air. Only
the sound of a dripping water tap broke the silence between them as Geoff
patiently awaited Liz's response.

`Geoff, could I ask another favour from you?' she asked, finally.

Caught out by the question, Geoff could only reply, `Sure.'

'You will not be surprised when I say that this summer has been pretty
terrible for Alex and I,' Liz continued, 'and so I thought it would be good
to go my mother's this coming weekend for a break. Unfortunately, Alex was
not happy about the idea. Something to do with my mother's cooking, I
think. So, I wondered whether he could stay with you, instead, if you were
willing to have him, of course?'

There was a knowing smile on Liz's face as she made her request. Geoff
could not help but return it. She knew what his answer would be. Of course,
he would be more than delighted to finally be allowed spend time with Alex
with the full blessing of his mother. The thought even made his loins
twitch once again. Liz had not finished, however.

'Knowing Alex, a weekend might not be longer enough for him,' she
added. `He's not due back at school for another 10 days, so he can stay
longer if he wishes and if you would be happy with that? Just get him back
to me on the Saturday before school begins.'

Geoff was speechless.

`Liz,' Geoff replied, `what can I say?'

`Say nothing, Geoff,' Liz replied, `it is I who should thank you, and not
just for this amazingly generous gift. When I saw you at Alex's first
jujitsu lesson, I watched how all the boys hung on to your ever word. It
made me extremely envious. You had a natural affinity with them, and It was
quite obvious to everyone that they all adored you. I remembered thinking
how I wished that my son could meet a man like you.'

`What the hell ...! What on earth are you doing here in my house with the
mother of my son at this time in the morning?'

It took Geoff a moment to register that the figure framed by the kitchen
doorway belonged to Dan. His eyes were wide with anger as he shouted and
pointed straight at Geoff, with his door key in his hand. It was Liz who
reacted first.

`Dan, I am glad you've popped in,' she said. `Alex had runaway
tonight. Geoff found and kindly returned him.'

`That was not the conversation between you two I heard! What exactly did
you mean by him being someone you wanted your son to be with?' Dan
demanded.

`It's not what you think ...' replied Liz. She tried to explain but Dan was
not listening.

`It is fortunate I had forgotten my smartphone here last night, otherwise I
would have been none the wiser about your scheming, Liz. Of all the people
you could have chosen, you chose him. This will have consequences, you know
that? Bringing such a man into my house who is a threat to my son, that was
stupid of you and proves you are not a fit mother. I am going to ...'

Dan was silenced mid-sentence by Alex. Totally naked, he walked into the
kitchen, his feet slapped barefooted across the tiled floor. As if
oblivious to his father presence, he walked over to his mother and gave her
a brief hug. Then he danced, tip-toe over to where Geoff was sat and slid
onto his lap and rested his head on his chest. Only then did he look up at
his father.

After what felt like an eternity to Geoff, did Dan speak once more.

`Alex, come over here this instant!' he shouted. `That man is dangerous and
you will stay away from him, do you hear? I am going to ...'

`Just shut up, Dan!'

Geoff looked, first, at Liz and then at Dan. Like the two of them, he could
not quite believe what Alex had just said to his father. His mother simply
looked back at him open mouthed. If she had wanted to admonish Alex, she
quickly re-considered. As for Dan, the boy's boldness tipped him into a
rage, and for the first time Geoff caught a glimpse of the side of him that
had resulted in Alex's visit to hospital.

`How dare you speak to me like that you little piece of shit!' Dan shouted.

To Geoff, his voice sounded more like a squeal than speech as he watched
Dan take a step towards Alex, his eyes bulged in his reddened face and his
fists balled. It was only a momentary loss of control, but it was enough.

`That's right, sit in the lap of your pervert friend! I am going to have
him dealt with and you sent to where you belong at boarding school where
they will ...'

Dan never got the chance to complete his sentence.

`Dan, I told Geoff what you did to me and he said I should call the
police. I thought that would be a good idea too because you are dangerous.'
Alex replied. His voice remained so calm, he could have been simply
recounting his day at school to his father.

Geoff blinked as he looked down at Alex sat on his knee. The boy had put
his arm around his neck and, unbeknown to his parents, had tugged sharply
on Geoff's hair. He understood the signal. He had not said anything to Alex
about the law, but he was not going to let this opportunity slip.

`He's correct, Dan. The boy ran away last night and came to me to seek
help,' he added truthfully, `I wanted to call the police immediately, but
Alex wanted time to decide. You do know what police involvement would mean
for your career?'

Geoff had seen many sides of Dan's personality before. This was the first
time he had witness fear and self-doubt.

`You would not dare!'

`Dan, you said lots of times that I am not the son you wanted,' said
Alex. `Well, you are not my father, you never were. I want you to leave now
and never come back. Leave me and my mum alone. If you don't, I will do
what Geoff said I should do.'

Geoff watched as a look of relief swept across Dan's face and the arrogant
smirk return. He had been let off the hook, and he knew it.

`Are you in this conspiracy too, Liz?' he asked as he turned to his
ex-wife. `If you are, you know there will be consequences. The house, the
bills, your income will go. You can kiss goodbye to your standard of
living.'

Until that moment Liz had remained silent. A spectator of the theatre that
had unfolded in front of her eyes. Despite the conversation Geoff had with
her prior to Dan's sudden appearance, he was unsure what she would say, and
that concerned him. He need not have been worried.

`I don't think you have quite grasped what you have to do to appease my
son, Dan,' she replied. `I am going to buy you out of this house and your
money is no longer required. As Alex has said, get out of our lives!'

`That will cost you hundreds of thousands ...! How will you be able to
afford that?' replied Dan, his tone unnerved once more.

The blood had drained from his face as he looked from Liz to Geoff for an
answer. There was none forthcoming.

`That is no longer any of your business, Dan,' Liz replied. She got up and
walked over to where Alex was sat and placed an arm around him. `You are no
longer part of this family. You can find your smartphone there. Take it and
get out of my house.'



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`Welcome, Mrs Rocke,' said Geoff as he gently guided the frail older woman
over his door step threshold, `it is an honour.'

`Oh? Young man, an honour? How so?' Mrs Rocke replied sharply, her voice
abrupt as her eyes narrowed with suspicion.

Geoff smiled, but did not reply. Instead, he helped his guest lower herself
into the armchair he had offered her. Once she was comfortable she glared
at Geoff as he sat opposite her.

`I was told a great deal about you, young man, but not how handsome you
are,' she said, finally.

Geoff felt his cheeks burn as he shifted awkwardly in the chair he had
carefully placed opposite her. As a private person, he was not used to
entertaining guests. He did not want to appear either overdressed or too
formal. So, he had put a lot of thought into the grey low-neck T-shirt and
matching jogging shorts over a pair of compression shorts. Nonetheless, her
compliment was unexpected, but was quick to recover, however.

'What exactly have you been told about me?' he asked as he smiled at her.

Mrs Rocke appeared to ignore the question. Instead, she looked about
herself, inspecting Geoff's room in which she was sat. Her eye fell upon
his paintings and sculptures, those depicting youthful antiquity,
especially. Each elicited a nod of approval. Only when she was satisfied
with what she saw did she reply.

'That a boy is in love with you, and if I am to reach his heart, I must go
through you,' she said without a hint of awkwardness.

Geoff was about to reply but was stopped by Mrs Rocke's raised her
hand. She had not finished yet.

`Do not worry, your secret will remain with me. In my country such
relationships can be very important. For the right boy, it is the making of
him.'

'That was not what was on my mind,' Geoff replied. 'rather, I was about to
say that we all have our secrets. And yours, Nadia Baronova is equally
interesting.'

For the first time Mrs Rocke smiled.

`How did you know?' she asked.

`Who could forget the face of the greatest ballerina of her generation?'
Geoff replied.

`You recognised me?' said Mrs Rocke.

It was more of a statement than a question. Her smile drove years from her
face, and Geoff knew he had been correct to reveal that he had recognised
her.

`I saw you perform at Convent Garden when I was ten years old. It was your
last public performance,' he replied. `I will never forget that evening,
just as I never forget a face.'

`Bah! That was a terrible performance! It was my worst!'

`You were amazing.'

`I was ugly!'

`You were a radiant beauty.'

`My fouetté en tournant was clumsy!'

`You disguised it brilliantly, and did not allow it to detract from your
bravura.'

Geoff smiled as Nadia smiled back at him. She sat back and admitted
defeat. Over aged hands that firmly grasped her walking stick, she gave
Geoff a long hard look. It felt to him like she was trying to decide
whether she had been correct to make this visit in the first
place. Finally, she appeared to have made up her mind.

`Mr Davies ...'

`Please, Nadia, call all me Geoff. You do not mind if I call you Nadia as
well?'

`No, not at all, and thank you, Geoff,' Nadia replied. `It would appear
that we shall never agree on the quality of my performance that
night. Perhaps, we can agree upon the matter that brought me here today.'

`I suspect that you mean, Alex?' Geoff replied.

`You are not like the majority of men I have met. Most are blinded by their
machismo and arrogance. Instead, you are different. I sense a degree of
sensitivity that explains why the boy adores you. You have also gained the
trust of his mother. That is a special, and I am happy to see that.'

`Now I am the one at a loss,' said Geoff, `for what, then, is the reason
for your visit?'

`The boy, Alex, he is a rare beauty for a youth, don't you agree?' Nadia
replied.

As she did so, she stared intently into Geoff's eyes.

`Yes,' agreed Geoff, `of course, you are well aware of my feelings towards
him, I know.'

`And his feelings towards you,' interrupted Nadia. `You are an attractive
man, and I am tempted to broaden my offer to include you as well,' she
added with a smile.

`Your offer?' asked Geoff.

`Yes, I have offered Alex the opportunity to be my tyro. To learn all I
know. Unfortunately, he has absorbed all the stereotypes that this society
has imposed upon male ballet dancers. I despaired until his mother
suggested that I speak to you.'

`Why Alex?' asked Geoff, `I am sure there are hundreds of other boys who
would have the potential you seek?'

`No! Not at all!' Nadia replied.

She slammed the tip of her walking stick into the floor with such vehemence
Geoff was startled. Reddened with embarrassment at her own momentary loss
of temper, Nadia smiled apologetically and composed herself once more.

`This is important to you, Nadia, isn't it?' Geoff asked.

`I took great deal of care to disappear when I felt had nothing more to
offer ballet, as both a dancer and a teacher, young man,' she replied. `The
rumours of my suicide were no accident. They were planted by my friends in
the Russian Secret Service. I had planned to see out my days in the guise
of an eccentric old lady living in the heart of the English
countryside. You, Geoff, are the first to see through my disguise.'

`What has changed? It was not just Alex, I suspect.'

`Boredom, and the discovery of the boy,' Nadia confessed. `To break the
ennui, I thought I would start a ballet club for young girls. Nothing
serious, just to entertain them and myself. Unfortunately, this was not
enough and I soon discovered that my passion for my art had not dimmed as
much as I had thought. I needed a real challenge. It was then that I saw
this boy.'

`That brings us back to Alex,' smiled Geoff, `why is he so special to you?'

`When I first laid eyes upon him it was not his obvious beauty that caught
my attention, pretty boys can be such capricious things,' Nadia
replied. `No, it was the way he moved, how he held himself, his
individuality; all of this told me that he was a boy apart from the
others. He was special.'

Geoff knew exactly what Nadia meant. He remembered being equally mesmerised
by Alex on the train and also in that burger restaurant when they had first
met. Even then he had noted his delicate poise as he sat, stood or even
walked. It was as if he floated on air, such was the ease and beauty with
which he moved. Then there were his adorable feet, arched with long and
thin toes, attached those smooth ankles and legs as if almost designed to
be graceful. There was so much Geoff could have said about Alex's physique,
instead he kept his question simple and to the point.

`So, you would like me to persuade him to reconsider his decision not to
become your apprentice?' Geoff asked.

Nadia looked directly into Geoff's eyes. She had sat upright in the
armchair, her walking stick firmly gripped in both hands, its tip buried
deep into Geoff's thick pile rug at her feet.

`Yes,' she replied, `I do.'

`That's a significant request, Nadia,' said Geoff. `You are asking me to
exploit my closeness to Alex to persuade him to do something he obviously
doesn't want to do. I am not sure I am happy to do that.'

Long ago Geoff had learnt that if a boy said, "No" he knew he meant it,
even if he did not agree. To ignore his wish was, possibly, to invite anger
and recrimination months or even years later. It was important that such a
decision, especially one such as this, be Alex's alone.

`Bah!' Nadia replied. She waved a hand in the air with a theatrically
dismissive sweep. `The boy does not know what is best for him. He cannot
see that I have offered him an opportunity of lifetime! I had hoped you
could help him be more objective.'

Geoff had to agree with Nadia. Alex had probably not fully understood the
nature of the offer or the opportunity it presented him. Not many people
were offered the chance to learn ballet from a Prima Donna. Also, he was
certain Alex had the talent to benefit from this. Perhaps it was worth one
more attempt on Nadia's behalf, he thought.

`Okay, you have persuaded me, Nadia,' said Geoff at last, `but I will do
this on my terms, only. No bullying or blackmail, okay? Whatever Alex
decides we will all just have to accept.'

A smile of satisfaction spread across Nadia's face. Content with this
agreement she rose slowly to her feet and graciously accepted Geoff's arm
for support.

`That is no more than I had hoped for, Geoff. Thank you,' Nadia
replied. `You are a man who understands the essence of my art form, I will
be content with whatever your boy decides.'

Nadia turned to leave. Geoff was still by her side when she paused
suddenly.

`It is such a pity that ten-year-old boy did not introduce himself to me
all those years ago. How different might his life have been,' she mused.

`That ten-year-old was far too shy, I am afraid, Nadia,' Geoff replied.

Geoff felt his cheeks redden as Nadia looked at him intently once more. He
was unused to such attention from someone he hardly knew.

`You have grown up to be a good-looking man, Mr Davies. Yet, that beautiful
boy still remains inside you. So, yes, it is such a pity,' she said.

Geoff froze. A warm hand had reached between his legs, so close to his
crutch, it had brushed his balls. With an iron grip, it clasped his
hamstring high up on the inside of his inner high.

`Ha! As I had suspected. Much too tight!' said Nadia. She shook her head as
a sign of her disapproval. `Even if your Alexander were to say, "No", I
would expect you to accept my offer. It would not take much of my time to
loosen you up. The presence of such a handsome man among my girls would at
least improve their attendance!'

Geoff laughed as he gently prised Nadia's grip from his groin. He knew that
she was right. He had tightened up. At least a decade had passed since he
last attempted a front or side split. It would take a great deal of work to
reclaim that ability once more. Something, he was willing to try.

`It would appear that I have little choice,' he replied.



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`Geoff? What are we doing today?'

The game on Geoff's PS4 had taken an age to load and Alex's mind had begun
to wander. Had it really been five days since he arrived at Geoff's place?
His mum had given him the choice between his grandmothers for the weekend
or Geoff's. That was a no brainer, and she did not seem at all surprised
that he chose to stay with Geoff. She even allowed him to stay for the rest
of the holiday, as well.

The thought of his mum sent a twang of guilt rippling through him. Alex
knew he had been pretty unpleasant to her all summer holidays. He thought
she was exactly like dad. So, it was a big surprise when she sided with him
and Geoff against him. Dad was as surprised as he was and it was so funny
to see the look on his dad's face. Also, where did she suddenly get all
that money from? Mum would not say, and Geoff said he had no idea,
either. He definitely knew that Geoff was lying. Anyway, it was okay
because all that mattered was he was here.

`Is the login taking an age again, Alex? You'll just have to be
patient. The servers are always busy at this time of day.'

Alex felt Geoff's weight depress the sofa as he sat down next to him. Alex
immediately swung his legs up on to Geoff's lap. As usual, they were both
naked and Alex loved the feeling of Geoff's dick, hot and rigid, pressed
against his legs. This had become part to their normal routine that
week. Momentarily, Alex thought about giving Geoff's dick his full
attention, but his friend's voice intervened on the microphone. So,
instead, he simply allowed Geoff to explore his body while he finally got
to play. Then Alex remembered that Geoff had not answered his question.

`So, what are we going to do today, Geoff?' Alex repeated.

`We have got a busy day ahead of us today, Alex,' relied Geoff.

`Busy? How come? What are we doing?' asked Alex. The questions tumbled from
his lips, one after the other.

`Wow! Not so fast Alex,' Geoff replied. `First, we have to get you some
clothes. I promised your mother that I would get you some school shoes.'

`Aww!' Alex moaned. `Do we have to get those? I always wear my sandals to
school, anyway!'

`That's not all, Alex, I need to get you something to wear for the dinner
that we've been invited to tonight.'

`Great! I hope we are going Wagamama's, I have always wanted to go there!
But why do I need to dress up? I have got lots of clothes already.'

`Alex, I would hardly call the things you brought with you, "Clothes",'
replied Geoff.

`How do you mean?' asked Alex. He smiled as Geoff gave his left nipple a
gentle tweak.

`A pair of speedos, flip-flops and a T-shirt might work for Five Guys,
Alex, but they would hardly work in an expensive French Bistro in
Birmingham tonight,' replied Geoff.

`I could wear my shorts instead,' Alex offered, hopefully.

`Thanks for that Alex, but I am afraid that's my point. They could hardly
be considered an improvement on your speedos. We will definitely need to
get you something more appropriate,' insisted Geoff.

`Why do we go have to go out for a snobby dinner, anyway? `Alex protested.

`Because we have been invited by Hannah and her new boyfriend, Austin.'

`Hannah from jujitsu?' asked Alex.

For the first time Alex looked up from his game. Then he giggled as Geoff
massaged his toes.

`Yes,' replied Geoff, `she specifically wanted me to invite you because she
really likes you.'

`Me?' replied Alex. `She hardly ever spoken to me at jujitsu. I thought it
was because I was not very good.'

`You are much mistaken Alex, both Hannah and I think you are very talented
and have a lot of potential, and, incidentally, so does Mrs Rocke,' Geoff
replied.

Alex froze. Moments earlier he had giggled once more as Geoff gave his
nipple another tweak as he tickled him. Now he had dropped his controller
and abandoned it where it lay. That name spelt trouble!

`You know Mrs Rocke?'

`Yes, Alex,' Geoff replied calmly. `She came to see me last week about
you.'

Alex could not believe it. He had been very angry with his mum because she
kept pushing him to do ballet. He knew that was because of Mrs Rocke and
how she kept pestering her about it. Now she has been pestering Geoff
too. Worse than that, he had not told him.

`Why didn't you tell me? I hate her! I bet she wanted you to persuade me to
do ballet!' Alex replied angrily.

`That was true, Alex,' Geoff replied, his voice as calm as it always was,
`but I said I would not try to persuade you to take up ballet.'

`Then... why did you mention her at all?'

Now Alex was really confused. He feared that Geoff had betrayed him and
sided with his mum and Mrs Rocke. Now he was not sure what to think.

`Alex, do you know who Mrs Rocke really is?'

`Yeah, some old crony with a stick who wants me to prance around in tights
in front of girls,' Alex replied.

`That's a bit harsh, Alex, but wrong,' smiled Geoff. `Supposing I told you
that she was one of the most famous ballet dancers in the world. So
talented was she, she reinvented ballet as a modern art form.'

`Mrs Rocke?' Alex replied, doubtfully.

`Yes, Mrs Rocke, although her real name is Nadia Baronova.'

`How come she is here? And isn't she's just a weird old lady?' asked Alex.

Alex had not expected that. It was hard to believe that Mrs Rocke was once
a graceful ballerina. For the first time, it made him think about her
differently. That did not mean he would change his mind about ballet,
though.

`No, she is not, Alex,' Geoff replied, `once I had recognised her, I began
to wonder why would one of the world's greatest ballet dancers be
interested in you? Why would she be willing to come out of her self-imposed
exile to offer you the chance to be her pupil and teach you everything she
knows?'

`Does my mum know who she really is, as well?' Alex asked.

If his mother knew, why didn't she tell him, Alex wondered? This was no
longer only about looking stupid in tights anymore. Of course, he knew
that, but he was still certain his mum was behind this.

`No, Alex, no one knows about this, except you and me.'

`But why me?' Alex asked, `why does she want me?'

`Okay, the best way I can answer that is to show you something. Stand up
and face towards that window,' instructed Geoff.

Alex did as he was asked and turned with his back to Geoff. This allowed
rays of the early autumn sun to play across his smooth skin as it shone
through the Geoff's living room window. Alex enjoyed its caress on his
naked body as he waited for Geoff's next instruction. He was curious. Why
he had asked him to stand up?

`Okay, I am ready, but I don't see how this makes me special,' he replied.

`You're right, Alex, it does not,' answered Geoff, `but this will. Bend
right over and touch the floor, but keep your legs absolutely straight. At
the same time, touch the floor and plant both of your palms flat on it.'

`Naughty Geoff! You just wanted to see up my bum!' Alex giggled.

`Yes, you're absolutely right about that, Alex!' Geoff laughed. `I had a
very beautiful view of you bum from where I am sat. Of equal importance,
Alex was that hard for you to do?'

`Nah! That was easy!' replied Alex as he stood back up and spun on tiptoe
to face Geoff once more. `Anybody could do that!'

`Really, Alex? Are you sure?' countered Geoff. `Most guys would struggle to
do what you just did with ease. It would take me at least a week or two of
practice before I would be able to do that.'

`Really?' Alex said, doubtfully. `I have been able do that since I was
baby. I thought everybody could do it.'

`Okay, here is something else, that is even more difficult to do,' Geoff
continued. `Now, face me and raise your right leg and bend your knee so
that your toes are pointed and touching the front of your other left knee.'

`Like this?' asked Alex.

`Yes... that's it, very good,' Geoff confirmed. `Now, close your eyes and
stretch your arms out either side of you, as if you are pushing wider a
narrow corridor... that's great. Hold that position for one minute and then
we will increase the difficulty.'

Alex giggled! His dick had sprung to attention knowing that Geoff was
staring at him, stood naked and with his eyes shut tight. Nevertheless, he
did not find this difficult to so at all, so far.

`Okay, Alex,' Geoff continued, `keep those eyes shut tight and listen very
carefully. Go on tiptoe and, as you do, move your arms into each position I
describe.'

Alex was puzzled. This was not difficult either. He was easily able to
follow Geoff's instructions without even a wobble. That was until he felt
Geoff's warm hand on his balls. He lost his balance and fell to the wooden
floor in a heap.

`Hey! You are so naughty!' Alex protested. `I would have never fallen over
if you hadn't grabbed my balls!'

`If I said I am sorry, Alex, I would be lying,' Geoff smiled. `You have an
amazing sense balance despite being in relevé for the first time, so
your balls thoroughly deserved my attention.'

`What's a relevé?' Alex asked. He was pleased to be finally able to
resume his position on the sofa, snuggled up under Geoff's welcoming arm.

`The best way to answer that, Alex, is to tell you what both Nadia and I
already know about you,' replied Geoff.

`Tell me what?'

Alex was apprehensive about what Geoff would say next. During gym lessons
at school he was often the only boy able to complete many of the exercises
and vaults first time. He could never understand why the others struggled
to do them when they were so easy. Yet, Mr Teal, his sports teacher, did
not really care. He wasn't interested in gymnastics at all. The only sport
that mattered to him was rugby, and he and Alex both knew that he was
rubbish at that. Now, for the first time someone had noticed that he was
quite good at something. The problem was, this was something that girls
mainly did and that made him nervous. He had enough problems at school
without adding ballet to the list.

`Alex, I think you know all too well that those basic ballet skills are not
easy to acquire. Yet, you have done so without any practice whatsoever,'
replied Geoff.

`So? Maybe I just got lucky,' Alex replied quickly.

There was now a defiance in his voice. He did not like this conversation
one bit and wanted it to end it. Regardless of what Geoff and Mrs Rocke
thought about him, he did not want to do ballet. He thought Geoff was his
friend. If he really was then why was he trying to persuade him to do
something he knew he did not want to do?

`Alex, you know as well as I do that this was not luck. You have a natural
gift to be a great ballet dancer,' Geoff replied firmly.

He could see that even the idea of ballet distressed Alex. Yet, he had yet
to understand the reason for this. Why was Alex so resistant, he wondered?
He decided to persist with this a little longer than was, perhaps, wise,
more for Alex's sake than his own.

`If this will help, let me put this in martial arts terms. It would be as
if you discovered that you could pull off the "Guard Replacement with Hip
Escape" on your very first day without any instruction.'

'Wow! I'm still trying to learn that even now,' replied Alex.

The mention of jujitsu reminded Alex of another of his primary objections
to ballet.

`Would I have to give up jujitsu?' he asked.

With Geoff's hand under his chin, Alex now found himself staring into his
eyes.

`Is this about jujitsu, Alex?' asked Geoff. 'Did you think you had to
choose between that and ballet?'

`That's what's my mum had said,' Alex answered.

'No, Alex, it was never the case of ballet or jujitsu. We can easily
accommodate both, if you choose to do so,' Geoff reassured.

Alex pushed Geoff's hand away and leant against the man's warm chest. He
loved Geoff so much and the last five days had been the happiest in his
entire life. So, he was really upset that this ballet thing had spoiled
everything.

`Geoff, I really do not want to do ballet. It is not only because of
jujitsu, but also because I don't want to be laughed at by my friends at
school and the girls who were doing ballet too.'

`Okay, Alex, I really do understand,' replied Geoff, `that is fine with me
and I'm not going to try and persuade you to change your mind. As far as
I'm concerned, the issue is closed. It is a shame, though. It looks like I
will have to go to Nadia's ballet classes on my own. I had hoped we could
have learnt together.'

`What! You're going to go to Mrs Rocke's classes too?'

Alex sat up and put a hand on each of Geoff's shoulders. He was almost
speechless. It had never occurred to him that Geoff might be interested in
ballet too.

`Yes, Alex,' Geoff replied, `surely you did not think that you were the
only one Nadia had invited? I did a little ballet many years ago around
your age, and Nadia persuaded me to take it up once more.'

Alex burst out laughing, `I can just imagine you in your girly tights
prancing around!' he said. 'I am going to come along too!'

`No, you are not, Alex!' Geoff replied sternly.

`But why not?'

'Don't you remember? You said that you do not want to do ballet because you
do not respect it. So, I hardly think it is fitting that you should come
along to watch me. This is a serious matter between me and Nadia. I am
sorry, Alex, but you are not invited!'

`But, I do think ballet's serious and I do respect it,' Alex protested.

`Really? Then why did you describe my tights as being "girly" and declare
that you are too frightened to take up Nadia's offer because of the
opinions of your friends and girls? That is hardly being respectful of a
very powerful and athletic art form, wouldn't you agree, Alex?'

Once more, Alex did not know how to reply. Of course, he was angry that
Geoff did not tell him at the beginning that he was going to do ballet
too. He would have thought about it very differently had he known that!
Also, was it really true that he did not want to do it only because of what
other people thought?

`but I...'

Geoff did not even give Alex the chance to complete his sentence.

'I know what you are thinking, Alex,' Geoff continued, `you would've made a
different decision had you known that I was going too, am I correct?'

By now, with his knees on the sofa, Alex had brought himself up to eye
level with Geoff.

`But, it's true! Going with you would make it completely different,' Alex
confessed.

`Then it still would not be your decision, Alex. You would be simply
following me,' Geoff protested. `No, I did not want that! If you choose to
be Nadia's pupil, then it must be your decision and yours alone. A decision
that was not influenced by me, your mother, girls or your friends. Indeed,
until now, you had been perfectly happy to allow them to tell you what to
think.'

'I can make my own mind up!' protested Alex.

'Good, because that's the boy I really respect. That's the boy I invited
into my home. The boy I love and wish to spend most of my life with. A boy
who is his own person, happy with who he is and one willing to do the
things that he wants to do, and not be swayed by the opinions of others.'

Alex sat back on his heels. He watched his hands as each ran across Geoff's
chest. Now he understood what this was all about. This wasn't just about
ballet. It was about him. It was true, not once had he really thought about
what he wanted. Instead, he was worried about what other people
thought. That wasn't the sort of boy he wanted to be and he now knew, nor
did Geoff.

`Is that why you love me?' Alex asked, finally.

`Yes, that is one among many reasons, Alex,' Geoff replied.

`And... even more than any of those guys at jujitsu or more than any other
boy you met before?' Alex persisted.

Alex reddened as Geoff took his hands in his and looked him straight in the
eye.

`Alex, whatever happens between us, wherever this takes us, no matter how
old you are, I will always love you more than anyone else on this planet,'
Geoff replied.

`One day you will grow up, you may get married, you may even forget all
about me. None of that would ever change how I feel about you today.'

`Wow!' replied Alex. His cheeks burned more than he had ever experienced
before. `I guess that means you like me a lot.'

Not once did Alex take his eyes from Geoff's. He instinctively knew Geoff
did not want him to say anything in return, and certainly not make any big
promises about loving him too. If Alex was honest, he did not really know
what loving someone meant. All he knew was that Geoff was the most amazing
guy in the whole universe and he was dead lucky to have found him.

`Yes, it is Alex, and now that is out of the way, what have you decided to
do about your ballet invitation?'

Alex let his eyes drop to Geoff's navel. As usual, the man's dick was stiff
and to attention against his knees. He started to giggle as he tried to
imagine Geoff in only a pair of skimpy lights as they danced together.

`What are you laughing about now, Alex?' asked Geoff.

`Geoff, how will you stop your huge dick swinging about in your tights when
we dance in front of everybody?' Alex asked.

He fell onto the sofa laughing at the image in his head. Geoff burst out
laughing too.

`Yes, I guess that is something I will just have to live with, Alex,' he
replied, `although, as most people would be looking at yours, I doubt
anyone would notice.'

Alex placed both of his hands over his dick and poked his tongue out.

`Well, that's obvious, of course they would look at me,' Alex shot back, `I
am far prettier than you and I bet I will easily be a better ballet dancer
too!'

`Hmm, we will see, Mr Overconfident,' said Geoff. `But judging from what
you have just said, I will text both Nadia and your mum. I know both will
be pleased with your decision.'

Suddenly, Alex sat bolt upright, his head in his hands.

`Geoff! My head hurts! It hurts really badly!' Alex shouted. His face had
turned bright red and he rolled into a ball on the sofa.

`Alex! Are you all right? Show me where it hurts, exactly!'

Alex buried his head in his arms to prevent Geoff from seeing that he was
really laughing. Only when he had draped himself across Geoff's lap did he
reveal his smiling face and point, first, to his lips, then to each of his
nipples and, finally, to the head of his erect dick.

`It hurts everywhere, and I can only be cured if you... and only
you... kiss me here, and then here and finally suck here!' replied Alex,
with a very mischievous grin on his face.


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Epilogue

`Hey! Alexander Fowler! Look at you. I bet you think you're famous now that
a random ancient ballerina mistook you for a girl.'

Alex looked up at the round-faced teenager he knew all too well. His
gormless grin made his toad-like eyes appear further apart than usual in
his head topped with curled ginger hair that looked ridiculous no matter
how much gel was applied to it.

`Come on, Craig, is that really the best you can do?' Alex replied.

`Listen to you, little ballerina!' Craig retorted. `We weren't fooled by
that TV programme about you in school today. That Russian woman only chose
you because you looked so girly with your tiny dick showing through your
pretty little tights! It was quite obvious that all she wanted was a bitch
boy!'

It was the end of another school day deep into autumn term. The chill air
heralded the coming winter, and the train carriage windows were thick with
the condensation of twenty schoolboys crammed into the rear of the commuter
train as it rattled its way along the small rural line. The clatter of
rails failed to drown out the coughs and sneezes that created their own
peculiar melody throughout the train. Not one boy paid this any
attention. Instead, all were keen to get as much of their homework done as
possible before each of their stops arrived. The weekend had arrived and
the last thing any of them wanted was any additional intrusion on their all
too brief moment of freedom.

Alex was no different, and he sat cross legged on his seat, exercise book
in front of him. Far from being an annoyance, Craig's interruption simply
reminded him how much had changed this term. Now, he did not fear the
attention he got from wimps like Craig. Nor was he the irrelevance he had
been last term. This term he had been propelled into the centre of
everything that went on in his class and had gone from unacceptable to
accepted. He would even dare to say admired, even, and that was not the
biggest surprise.

That was the reserved for the senior boys who had busted well known
protocols never to speak to junior boys, to treat him almost as their
equals. Some were even willing to help him out with his homework or deal
with annoying wimps whenever he needed. This was very unusual and had
completely transformed Alex's standing across the school. A fact that had
not gone unnoticed by his friends among his own age group, who were unable
to hide their jealousy.

Of course, a new term always meant other changes, too. the most visible was
how much everyone had grown. Alex was now surrounded by huge
teenagers. Giants that were once his size, but not anymore, and that even
included the thuggish Craig, sadly. They all had acquired deep voices and
made Alex feel even more conspicuous about his squeaky high-pitched tone,
not to mention his tiny size 5 feet when compared to their size 12's! Even
the teachers thought he should have remained in his previous year group for
another year. At least they were closer to his size. Last year, all this
would have really bothered him, but not now.

The other big change had nothing to do with school at all, but ballet. At
first, Alex was not sure he had made the right decision when he joined
Nadia's class, but that quickly changed. Geoff had been right, as
usual. Alex had to agree that he would have made a big mistake had he not
decided to join, because neither Nadia or ballet were anything like he had
expected. Of course, she had been strict about everything, even with Geoff,
but she was great fun too and all her jokes were so rude! It was the way
she explained everything that made it so easy. So much so, Alex had almost
forgotten why he had hated ballet in the first place. The biggest surprise
was Nadia, herself. He had not realised just how famous she really was.

When the news came out on Twitter that she had come out of retirement to
train him, it was huge news everywhere. Geoff and Nadia had warned him that
this would happen, but even they were surprised just how crazy the last
month had been.

Together with Nadia, he had to do so many interviews with one journalist
after another from all over the world he had lost count how many. Then
there were the tons of invites from television stations, and journalists
with big TV vans parked outside mum's house for days. It had been
especially frantic in his village too, where crowds of people came wanting
to see what all the fuss was about. On top of all that, he had to speak to
politicians from all over the world, too, and he did not want to think
about all the stuff on social media as well!

By the time his school got around to showing one of the interviews about
him and Nadia during school assembly, it was old news to Alex. Yet, the
fact that none of this bothered him was all down to Geoff.

From the moment he had met him, he knew that Geoff was amazing. It was a
feeling he had even when he did not know his name. Back then he was just
another stranger on their train. Now he was just cool and everything he
said had made Alex think completely differently about everybody and
everything, and especially himself. From the moment they met, Geoff had
completely believed in him. He made him realise how much he had to like
about himself, instead of hate. Nobody, not his mum, dad nor even his
friends had ever done this. Instead, they spent all their time telling him
how useless he was. He knew that he had been really lucky to find Geoff.

Alex had deliberately decided to go naked when he stayed at Geoff's house
for first time. He did it to see what he would do. Geoff looked really
funny with his huge dick, stiff and pointed right at him. He had been so
sure that Geoff really wanted to see him nude, and he remembered how he had
panicked when Geoff just stared at him and did nothing! That was not the
plan. Luckily, it didn't take much to persuade him to change his mind and
to kiss him, and recalled how relieved he had felt when he did.

Alex had never thought much about guys kissing guys before. He was not even
sure they actually did that. Yet, when Geoff kissed him for the first time
it felt like it was really normal and he liked it a lot.

Then there was the sex. That was simply wow! Not only did it feel amazing,
it was something Alex now knew he had been missing all along. Of course, It
made him feel sexy, and he could not stop thinking about it. He missed it
when Geoff was away, too. What's more, the discovery that a lot of other
guys thought he was sexy as well, made him feel very excited. That was
obvious at both jujitsu and school, and even on the streets. Loads of times
he saw guys staring him. Although it was hard to explain, knowing this made
him feel very strong, and he was certain that was a reason why everything
had changed at school.

`Craig that's the fourth time today you have mentioned my dick,' Alex
finally replied, `I have to ask myself, why are you so interested in my
dick?'

`What do you mean?' Craig asked, his fat cheeks reddened as the laughter
from the other boys filled the carriage.

`That's a good question, Craig, because I am definitely unsure,' Alex
replied. `All I can do is ask myself, "Why does Craig want to talk about my
dick all day long? Is it because he secretly likes it?"'

`Hey! Are you saying I am a bloody gay?' Craig demanded, his face now dark
and indignant.

Alex did not get the chance to reply because their conversation was
interrupted by a man who had appeared at their carriage door. Both boys
recognised him immediately and smiled, but each for quite different
reasons.

'Oh my god! This is so unreal, man!' Craig shouted. 'Look! The perv's back
again! Doesn't he know when he's been clocked?'

Geoff paid the teenagers no attention whatsoever as he opened the carriage
door. He had come here to find just one boy, Alex; and there he was, sat
halfway down the carriage with a smile that told him that he was very
pleased to see him. He was not dressed in his usual school uniform. Instead
of the grey school jersey and blue tie he should have worn under his red
blazer, he had not bothered to change out of his sports kit for the journey
home. This consisted of a white T-shirt and a small pair of white cotton
shorts, while his grey school socks had been exchanged for a pair of long
white sports socks that had dropped to his ankles and revealed his bare
legs. As usual, Alex wore open-toed, leather sandals that he had allowed to
slide from his feet to reveal his stockinged soles for anyone who cared to
look. Geoff knew Alex well enough by now to know that he wore no underwear
under those very short shorts.

Of course, the sight pleased him. He looked damned sexy!  It was also a
clear sign that Alex had begun to grow in confidence. He was now aware of
the power that his beauty and how this made his life easier. There were
dangers that came with this, of course, but that was his job to help Alex
navigate these safely, and he knew that the boy appreciated that.

`Wow! Geoff, I didn't know you were going to meet me!' Alex exclaimed.

With his sandals barely on his feet, he had dropped his schoolbag in front
of Geoff when he reached him. Then he was up on his tiptoes to hug the tall
man with all his strength and kiss him on his lips. Geoff ran his hand
through Alex's hair and returned the kiss, but on his forehead.

Both he and Alex were confronted by a carriage full of boys. With all eyes
on them, not one made a sound. Geoff watched Alex, with a devilish grin on
his face, walk over to face the plump ginger-headed boy he had just been
talking to as he had entered the carriage. Alex did not speak to
him. Instead, he slowly raised his hand and poked a single middle finger
upwards right in front of the teenager's astonished face. Satisfied, Alex
kicked off his sandals and picked them up along with his bag and allowed
Geoff to guide him, with an arm around his shoulder, out of the carriage.

`Did that red-headed kid give you some trouble?' Geoff asked.

`No, not really,' replied Alex, `anyway, it was nothing I couldn't handle.'

Of that, Geoff was certain. The one thing he treasured along with finding
the love of his life, was how much Alex had changed in such a short
time. That melancholy and introverted boy he first saw on this very train
only a few months ago had gone, and for good.

`Hey! You didn't tell me that you were going to meet me tonight,' said
Alex. `In your text this morning you said that you had to stay in London
all weekend.'

It took three carriages, before Geoff found a pair of empty seats that
allowed them to down sit together. The moment they had sat down Geoff found
Alex's bare legs across his lap. He knew that it was pointless to object.

'You are quite right, Alex, that had originally been my plan,' agreed
Geoff. 'We have an important project to see through and we needed the whole
team to brainstorm it this weekend.'

'So, how come you're here now?' Alex asked.

'That's a very good question,' replied Geoff.

He gave Alex another light kiss on his forehead as he smiled at him.

'There are two reasons. The first is that I've been in London all week and
I have missed you badly. While the second is that your mother needs help
with the packing this weekend. She has finally bought your new house and we
will help sort out all your things.'

The first reason was not much of a surprise to Alex. He had not seen Geoff
for at least seven days now and, of course, he had begun to miss him badly
as well. He was also very happy that they had finally got that new
house. Of all the ones he had seen, this one had been the best. It was only
five minutes away from Geoff's place by bike, which was perfect! Yet, there
was one more thing he needed to know.

`Phew! I'm mega happy about that!' Alex replied, `but where am I going to
stay tonight? With you or with mum?'

`It's me tonight, Alex. Your mum wants you out of her hair until tomorrow,'
smiled Geoff.

`Wicked! J'ai des devoirs en Français ce soir. J' ai besoin de ton
aide!' Alex replied in his best French accent.

`You want my help?' Geoff queried, pleased that his schoolboy French was
still up to the task. `I thought Nadia had agreed to give you extra
lessons, especially as she has insisted that you become fluent in French as
part of your training.'

`Yeah, I know. But it's more fun to learn with you,' Alex replied.

`That reminds me, how is it going with Nadia? I am very pleased to see how
well you two appear to get on,' asked Geoff.

`Nadia is okay,' Alex replied. `She can be really strict about everything,
but she can be really funny, too. Especially, when practice is over, and
that's fun.'

`Yes, she is an amazing person,' Geoff agreed, `I know that you have really
impressed her. Do you realise that her decision to announce her public
return to ballet was only because of you?'

`Do I really have to go to St Petersburg?' Alex interrupted.

`I see that Nadia has told you about the invitation from the Russian
Embassy. The Russians want a close-up look at the talented new English boy
who has so captivated one of their greatest dancers,' Geoff replied.

`Yeah, but do I have to go?' persisted Alex.

`No, of course you don't, Alex,' Geoff reassured. `You are young and have
plenty of time on your side to do such things if you choose.'

`If I did, would you go as well?'

`You already know the answer to that question, Alex,' Geoff smiled.

Geoff knew that there was no point persisting with this conversation. The
trip was still three months away, if Alex decided to go. There was plenty
time to decide if he was willing to put himself in the limelight in
Russia. Right now, he was happy to have this boy snuggled up to him on this
seat. It was a situation he would have never dared dream was possible when
he first set eyes on Alex.

The last two months had flown by since Alex's confrontation with his
father. Since that day, Dan had been in touch with him only the once. That
was to confirm he would stay out of Geoff's way in exchange for his silence
on all he had learnt. It was an arrangement that suited both sides.

In jujitsu Alex had been adopted by all the boys in as, "Their little Posh
Boy". In addition, they all readily accepted the very special relation
between Geoff and Alex. This only helped Alex to bond with them all. That
included Ryan, who had the good grace to apologise for his stupidity, as
well.

Then there was the ballet. His progress had been short of sensational, to
say the least. Not only had he and Nadia become close, he had progressed so
swiftly, he was almost ready for the preprofessional programme. Only his
lack of strength held him back.

`My school showed the TV interview with me and Nadia during assembly
today,' said Alex.

`Goodness!' Geoff exclaimed, `how did you handle that?'

`It was okay. I got a load of compliments and, of course, lots and lot of
comments about my tights. You could see my dick right through them!'

`That's your fault, Alex,' Geoff laughed, `I did suggest you wore a dance
belt for the filming.'

`Nadia said I didn't need it! She said I have a lot of growing to do down
there first,' Alex giggled.

`Anyway, I am sure a lot of the guys enjoyed the view. I certainly did!'

`Geoff, can I ask you something? It will have to be in French, though. It's
very public here.'

Even before Geoff could reply, Alex had leant forward and placed his lips
against his right ear. He then steadied himself with his arms around
Geoff's shoulders. Geoff was not surprised by the kiss that preceded what
he was about to say.

`Voulez-vous enculer moi s'il vous plait?' Alex asked.

Wide eyed, Geoff looked down at Alex sat next to him. He could barely
believe what the boy had just asked him. Yet, he could see the lust in his
eyes. He looked more enticing than ever. His blonde hair contrasted sharply
with his reddened cheeks and rose bud lips, while his eyes shone with the
desire that Geoff had come to love.

`Alex! What exactly has Nadia been teaching you? I doubt you learnt that at
school,' Geoff replied.

Alex simply giggled. He had look of triumph on his face. Yes, he had
surprised him, Geoff had to concede.

`Yeah, she taught me that,' Alex admitted, `she said I should ask you
because true love had to be consummated, whatever that means.'

Geoff made a mental note to have a strong word with Nadia the next time
they meet. It was one thing to be Alex's ballet teacher, but quite another
to be his confidant, especially when it came to their relationship!

`Look, Alex, I would love to but, as you know so well, I am rather big down
there and you are barely a teenager. We should really wait until you have
grown a bit more,' Geoff explained.

As he spoke, Geoff felt Alex's socked toes grip his cock through his
trousers and ran them up and down the length of his erection. This boy knew
how to breach his defences!

`Yeah, I know,' Alex replied, `I can feel it, and the bigger the better!
Let's do it tonight!'

`It will hurt a lot!'

`So, what?'

`I don't want to injure you.'

`You won't!'

`I really don't think we...'

`Please, Geoff!'

Geoff looked down into the boy's face. Beyond his exuberant stare of his
sun kissed cheeks were those feminine lips that smiled back at him with the
defiance of youthful beauty. How, Geoff wondered, could he refuse that?

`Okay, Alex, you win,' he finally relented, `but we will have to do this
carefully!'

`Brilliant!' Alex replied. So excited was he, his voice soared across the
carriage.

`Look! There's Mum! Come on, it's our stop. Let's go!'

By the time Geoff left the train he had managed to rearrange his trousers
and retrieve Alex's sandals and school bag he had left behind. He was just
in time to be rewarded with the sight of Alex, on tiptoe in his stocking
feet and bare legs, hugging his waiting mother.

From the look on her face over her son's shoulder, Geoff knew that Liz had
already noted his state of undress. He acknowledged the roll of her eyes
with reassurance that he had Alex's school bag and sandals. They both
despaired at Alex's lack of concern about what he did or did not wear in
public. Geoff also noted the attention he had received from the men on the
platform, who took a little bit too long to pass on by as they took in the
enticing sight, as well.

That was not what concerned Geoff at that moment in time. The combination
of Alex's toes all over his cock and the anticipation of the coming night
had been far too much for him. The evidence of this was on his cum stained
trousers. He just hoped he would be able to disguise his embarrassment long
enough to get this sexy boy home.

Geoff followed Alex and his mother, who walked arm in towards her car. He
deliberately kept slight distance to give mother and son the time they
needed. There was one thing he was certain of, as he followed behind with
Alex's schoolbag and sandals in hand, life with this beautiful boy was
certainly not going to be dull!


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