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By villager@hushmail.me 

Abuse – Part 11

continued from part 10 ...



As darkness began to fall, Gareth nudged John and pointed across to where Bill and Jake were sitting side-by-side at a nearby table, Jake slumped slightly forward in his wheelchair. Bill had his left arm around Jake's shoulder and Jake's right arm was around Bill's shoulder as they swayed and sang along drunkenly with most of the other customers to the guitar music. But that was not what Gareth was pointing out. As John watched, Bill poured yet another shot into Jake's glass from the bottle Steve had left on their table. Jake picked up the glass and raised it to his mouth – using his left hand!

Joan went across to the pair and tapped Bill on his shoulder. Bill immediately pulled Joan to him in a drunken hug, while Joan attempted to point out Jake's recovery. Eventually Bill realised what Joan was on about, and grinned in delight.

Hey Gareth,” Bill yelled across, “I kep' tellin' ye aboot the medicinal effects of a fine 18 year old Talisker. Ye'll maybe believe it noo.”

Bill jammed his pipes under his arm, and with two sharp digs of his elbow into the inflated bag the sound of the guitar was suddenly and rudely drowned out. As Bill slowly walked around the room (he maintained it was the only way to play the pipes), another patron of Steve's pub placed his hands on Bill's hips from behind and followed him. Another customer joined behind, and soon there was a long conga line weaving unsteadily around the room, led by the kilted red-haired giant puffing into his bagpipes.

Unfortunately Gareth and I have to leave,” Joan shouted to John above the musical din, “I have work in the morning, Gareth is due in theatre and it's a long drive.”

I hope Bill's not operating tomorrow,” John said, “I think he's drunk just about a full bottle of scotch this evening.”

No,” Gareth assured him, “He's not due back for a couple of days.”

I don't think you'll prise him away from the party,” John observed, “He could stay with me tonight if it's easier, and I'll run him wherever he wants to go tomorrow.”

Joan smiled, “You have no idea what you're taking on!” she warned him.

Gareth and Joan looked around for Steve to say their goodbyes, but he was nowhere to be seen. The bartender informed them that he had practically carried Steve up to his bed a while earlier (he lived above the pub), but that Steve would be pleased in the morning, as the take that evening was better than they had seen on any other day that year. “And New Years' day is usually very quiet,” he added, “Everyone's too tired from the celebrations.”

Bill eventually put the pipes away and sat down next to Jake again, his face red from the effort of playing. John explained the arrangement, and Bill clapped him on his back, insisting that John have a “wee dram” with them. The single drink became another, then another. John noticed that Brett came over to their table every now and again, and Bill was filling a glass for him each time as well.

Eric (Brett's brother) had been sitting with a group at another table while Brett, Ralph and Matthew had been playing pool. He went to join his brother, and then came across to John looking worried. “Brett's managed to get pretty plastered,” he said to John.

Well, it's New Year and he's 19,” replied John.

Yes, but Ralph is just as bad and he's 12,” said Eric, “I was meant to be looking after them – mum's gonna kill me! I dunno where he got the drinks – he doesn't have any money.”

I do,” said John, looking across to Bill. “I'll tell you what – tell your mum that Ralph wanted to sleep over with Matthew tonight, and Brett went along to look after him, and they can stay at my place. Would she mind, d'you think?”

Say, yeah, that'll work,” said Eric gratefully as Bill thrust a full glass into his hand.

Matthew came over to the table, “This party's great, John,” he said, slurring slightly. He picked John's half-full shot glass off the table and downed it.

Bloody heck,” said John, “We're going home – NOW.” John turned to Jake and Bill, “I'll see you two back there,” he said.





The effect of the cold fresh night air had fortunately quietened the three lads down by the time they collapsed into the house. John made them all some strong coffee. All four of them then went into John's bedroom and lay untidily on the bed, bathed in the dim glow from the street lights outside, soon falling into a drunken sleep. A couple of hours later however they were partially awakened by the raucous sounds of Bill and Jake's drunken singing as the pair crashed through the front door. John was more awake than the others, but decided not to get up, and the noise eventually abated.

We'd better get properly into bed,” John announced, pulling off first his own shoes, and then Matthew's. Thus prompted, Matthew stood up beside the bed in a drink and sleep induced stupor, and without opening his eyes took off all his clothes before crashing back down onto the sheets, naked. John, having had far more alcohol than his body was used to, didn't think to stop him. Matthew had fallen partially onto Brett, and Brett, roused, cuddled into Matthew and kissed him on his cheek.

'night Ralph,” said Brett dopily. Then, realising that he was still dressed, and while still lying down began clumsily pulling his clothes off. John went around to his feet and helped with his boots and socks, and as Brett struggled with the waist of his trousers, John grasped the legs and pulled those off him. John then disturbed Ralph by taking his shoes and socks from his feet, and when he looked back to Brett he saw that Brett had stripped off his underpants and was as naked as Matthew. Brett cuddled up with Matthew once again, spooning him, and then gave a start as his hand stroked over the dressings on Matthew's chest.

Who? … Where's Ralph?” he exclaimed rolling over, and then with confused relief saw Ralph on his other side. Realising that Ralph was still dressed, Brett started undressing him, Ralph giving him some half-asleep assistance. Brett finally pulled off Ralph's underclothes, leaving the three of them completely naked, and spooned Ralph in a tight hug from behind. John gave a mental shrug, stripped off completely and, pulling the duvet over them all, fell asleep spooning Matthew in the same way that Brett was holding Ralph.





A shaft of bright Winter sunlight hit John's face as a hole appeared in the mostly overcast sky, waking him. John gently disentangled himself from Matthew, silently got out of bed and pulled the curtains closed before going to the bathroom to relieve his aching bladder. He was feeling thick-headed, slightly nauseous and far from ready to face the day, so he quietly returned to the bedroom and slipped back beneath the cozy bedding beside Matthew. As careful as he had been, Matthew stirred and opened his eyes. Matthew would have liked nothing better at that moment than to snuggle up to John and fall back asleep, but Matthew was also feeling the urgent call of the bathroom, and muttering “I gotta piss,” struggled into a sitting position and then started crawling over John.

Me too,” came a soft voice, as Ralph followed Matthew in a crawl over John's body.

Matthew giggled, “You've got a stiffie like me,” he observed to Ralph as they made it to the floor.

Ralph noticed his nakedness for the first time, and both hands went down to cover his exposed crotch. He then saw that Matthew was walking unselfconsciously out of the bedroom toward the bathroom, and decided it didn't matter.

The activity had woken Brett, who stirred and stretched. Opening his eyes, he had a momentary attack of panic. “Uh … where …?”

You and Ralph got a bit pissed last night, so Eric and I thought it best you sleep here rather than letting your mum see you,” explained John.

Brett was hazily recalling the previous night. “Oh yeah, I remember,” he said, “Gosh, thanks a lot, John. Um, where's your toilet, I'm bursting!”

John told him, and Brett swung his legs over the side of the bed. “Eek!” he gave a small shriek as he glanced down, “I'm not wearing anything!”

Just then Ralph and Matthew came back into the bedroom, and started giggling.

You should see the look on your face!” Ralph said to Brett. “See, I told you it was big when it's stiff,” he said to Matthew, pointing at Brett's very erect penis.

Brett's bladder would not allow him to linger any longer, and Brett made a dash for the toilet. Matthew climbed back into bed. “I don't wanna get up just yet,” he said to Ralph, and wiggled his backside into John's groin as John put his arm around Matthew's chest.

Brett returned to the bedroom and was looking around for his underpants. Ralph was sitting on the side of the bed, and took Bretts hand, pulling him toward himself. “Let's not get up yet,” he said, “It's still early.”

Brett saw that the other two were back under the covers, and gave in to Ralph. They were soon snuggled together in each other's arms, facing each other with Brett facing John and Matthew beside them in the large bed. John was spooning Matthew, with them both facing the other two. Ralph put his arms around Brett's neck, and Brett cupped the back of Ralph's head, running his fingers through Ralph's long black locks. John watched them from half-closed eyes, and started stroking Matthew's nipple. Matthew turned over so that he was facing John and held him tightly, his head buried in John's chest. The movement caused Brett to open his eyes, and he watched John caressing Matthew's hair, seeing his hand occasionally slip beneath the covers as it ran down Matthew's back. Brett copied John, running his hand up and down Ralph's spine. The two couples were lying close enough together that the back of John's hand brushed against Brett's hand under the covers, and they synchronised their stroking so that they stroked at the same time, their hands meeting every time they passed the point mid-way down the backs they were stroking. Brett and John both had their eyes open, and were looking into each other's face. After a while, by some unspoken communication, they no longer stroked above the place the back of their hands touched. John stroked lower on Matthew, and Brett followed his lead. Their hands lost contact as they slid around the buttocks of the boys they were stroking. Brett returned John's contented smile.

Matthew sighed and lifted his head from John's chest. John lowered his head and kissed Matthew's forehead. Matthew put his hand on John's shoulder and pulled himself further up John's body until their heads were level. Feeling Matthew's movement Ralph squirmed around and lifted his head just in time to see Matthew pull John's face to his and plant a kiss on his lips. Brett's mouth had begun to open in surprise as they were suddenly covered by Ralph's lips. Brett gave in to the indescribable feelings he was experiencing, and he held the back of Ralph's head and returned the kiss. Matthew pushed John onto his back and rolled on top of him. Seeing that, Brett rolled onto his back, pulling Ralph on top of his body. Matthew's hand reached out under the covers, found Ralph's hand and squeezed it. Ralph and Matthew both raised their heads, breaking the kiss, and looked at each other. Matthew smiled at Ralph and winked.

This is awesome,” Ralph said breathlessly.

I told you he wanted to,” Matthew replied.

What are you two talking about?” asked Brett.

We'll tell you later,” Brett said, silencing him by covering his mouth with his lips. Brett was no longer interested in the answer, he was too busy trying to come to terms with the feelings that were coursing through his body as his tongue pushed its way past Ralph's teeth. He was trembling, and could feel Ralph's heartbeat against his chest.

Matthew was still holding Ralph's hand, and he pushed their linked hands against Ralph's hip, urging him to roll slightly to one side. As Ralph's hips slipped off Brett's tummy, Matthew guided Ralph's hand toward Brett's groin. As soon as Ralph felt his hand brush over Brett's rock-hard penis, he let go of Matthew and grasped the shaft firmly.

Brett gasped. John had felt the movements and had guessed what had just happened. He grabbed Brett's hand as it cupped the back of Ralph's head, and pushed it down Ralph's body under the covers. Brett took the hint, and eagerly continued the journey until his fingers were rubbing over Ralph's penis, which was harder that Ralph had ever known it to become. It was Ralph's turn to gasp.

John pushed the bed covers off the bed, and the duvet fell to the floor, revealing to Brett and Ralph that Matthew's hand was also wrapped around John's penis, rubbing its foreskin up and down slowly. John grasped Matthew's hips and pulled them toward his head, while struggling into a sitting position. Matthew knelt up, his knees either side of John's chest and he moved his groin toward John's face. John sucked in Matthew's penis.

Do Ralph,” Matthew urged Brett.

Neither of them needed any further urging, and Ralph was soon humping Brett's mouth. Brett reached his hand over to John, and began wanking him. John ran his fingers through Brett's bush of black pubic hair, and then did the same to him. Ralph started bucking and grunting. “I'm getting it, Brett. Oh … I'm gonna … Oh … Mmmmphh.” Ralph's entire body shuddered as he reached his climax. Brett tasted semen for the first time, and John felt his cock throb as he reacted to Ralph's rapture, and ejected huge globs of his juice onto Ralph's back.. The sight pushed the other two over the top, and both Matthew and John reached their orgasms at the same time a second later.

They all collapsed into a sticky heap, eight arms trying to wrap themselves around everyone else. “You've got more hair than me,” Matthew observed, looking at Ralph's groin after he had got his breath back. Two small patches of black hairs were growing just above Ralph's still erect penis, a clump on each side.

Yeah, but your willy's bigger,” Ralph pointed out.

Only a little bit,” Matthew decided, “And your balls are bigger. Anyway, I was right, John's is bigger than Brett's, look.”

Hey,” John protested, “When were you two talking about my willy?”

Last night,” Matthew admitted, “Ralph said that he saw Brett's when they got ready for bed, and Brett had got a stiffie and it was huge! So I asked him how big, and I said I'd seen yours and it was bigger”

You weren't meant to see that,” Brett said to Ralph. “Anyway,” he said critically, eyeing John's cock, “I reckon it's the same length, just fatter.”

I know you wanted to hide it,” Ralph said, “You turned away, but I could see it in the mirror.”

So you two have never before …?” John questioned.

No,” answered Brett. “I wanted to, but I thought Ralph wouldn't like it.”

I've wanted to for years,” declared Ralph. “I thought you'd freak out if you knew. I told Matthew last night, and he said he could tell you wanted to by the way you were with me at the pub, but I wasn't sure till now.” He turned and kissed Brett, and Brett kissed back tenderly. “Gosh I'm so happy that Matthew was right.” There were quite obviously no post-orgasmic regrets between those two.

I never guessed about you and Matthew ...” Brett said to John. “I'm gonna have to be careful if it's so obvious.”

Oh, that's only because Ralph talked about it to Matthew after the booze loosened his lips, and also you were pretty drunk,” said John, “It's not obvious normally. You'll have to be careful when you're drunk.”

Well,” said Brett, “That was only the second time I've been drunk – the first was on my 18th birthday. What the bloody heck were we drinking?”

Neat scotch, thanks to Bill,” John replied ruefully.

I've never been drunk before,” Ralph said, “What's them marks on your back and bum, Matthew?” he then asked, changing the subject.

Same thing as your burns,” Matthew said, “I'll tell you about it later – we're both OK now though.”

Ralph looked at Matthew with new found compassion, “Oh I didn't know – but yes, I'm really OK now!” and he kissed Brett again, this time they both put their arms around each other.

OK you two, we'd better get this mess off under the shower,” John said, “It's big enough for all of us.”

Um … what about Dad and Bill?” Matthew asked.

They won't be up any time soon after the amount they drank last night,” John declared.

After they had all showered together, John peeked around the door to Jake's room, which was ajar.

Hey, come look at this,” he called the others back. One by one they peered around the door and giggled.

The sound of several people giggling woke Bill, who opened his eyes painfully. “Och, me poor aching haid,” he said groggily. His eyes focussed on four grinning people, standing staring at him, all stark naked at the foot of the bed. Not that he had room to criticise, because both he and Jake were lying on top of the bed in the same state of undress. Bill looked down at Jake and himself and grinned, then burst into laughter.

Blooming heck,” Ralph said, pointing at Bill's nether regions, “That one's bigger than all of us put together, it's a blinking anaconda!” The laughter increased in volume.

What's happening?” Jake groggily lifted his head, stared at the assembly in disbelief, but was soon laughing along.

Don't get up, you pair of drunken sots,” John laughed, “I'll make us all a pot of tea. Oh – I can't see Jake's wheelchair, where did you put it?” he asked.

Oh bugger,” Bill said, “We left it in the pub – it should be safe.”

How did Jake get home?” John asked.

He walked,” Bill replied, “Wi' a wee bit o' help from mesel' o' course.”

Jake stared at Bill, dumbfounded.



To be continued …

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