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Saturday came and went, both Fred and Bryan
thought about each other often during the day. Fred was worried that his
remembering Jimmy so emotionally would scare Bryan away, and thought he'd have
to talk about the relationship and what it meant to him when -- if -- he saw him
again. Bryan knew Fred had got
upset remembering the past, and thought he'd have to be sure Fred didn't have
to go through it again. It would be best forgotten, and not talked about.
Sunday afternoon came at last, and as the shadows in his
garden lengthened, he heard his neighbour's car pull up outside their house and
its doors slamming. Then he heard raised voices, a man's, a woman's, Bryan's
and another boy's. Eventually, after the sound of their front door slamming, it
went quiet. `I won't see him today.' Fred thought.
About an hour and a half later, Fred's doorbell rang. When
he opened the door, a very sour-faced Bryan
walked in, straight past him. He closed the door, and turned to look at the boy
in his hall. Bryan stood there with
a very mean glint in his eyes. "It's been a bad day." He said. "Don't ask."
Fred had to do something to cheer him up. "Lemonade?" he
said. "Chocolate cake?"
"I'll have the drink, please. I don't want anything to eat."
They walked into the kitchen, and Fred poured out the
lemonade. Bryan stood and held the
glass to his lips, sipping instead of wolfing it down as he usually did.
"I taped the Arsenal game off the telly on Saturday, if
you'd like to see it." Fred said, cheerfully.
"I watched it with Dad at Auntie Carol's." Bryan
"I saw most of it, anyway, until Billy started. Dad got mad
and switched it off then. I saw the goals though." He put the glass down on the
table. There was still a quarter left in it. They looked at each other silently
for over a minute.
Then Fred made a big mistake.
"I'm sorry about Friday, Bryan." He said.
"Don't mention it." Bryan
"But I want you to understand what Jimmy meant to me then--"
he was going to add `and what you mean to me now', but Bryan,
remembering his earlier thoughts, snapped "I don't want to talk about it."
"But Bryan I
just wanted to tell you--"
Bryan raised his
voice. "I said I don't want to talk about it. OK?"
Fred lost his temper at this rebuttal.
"No, it's not OK, Bryan." He shouted. "If you cared anything
about me then you'd be quiet and listen to what I have to tell you, and not be
so downright rude to me. Do you understand?" Fred leaned towards and bellowed
the last three words at Bryan.
Bryan felt empty
and alone in the world. His family hated him, his
brother had blamed him for breaking some stupid ornament at Auntie Carol's and
his parents had believed it, and told him he wasn't fit to be taken out
anywhere. Now his new friend had wanted to tell him how much better that boy
from his past was than him and -- and --. He felt his whole life collapse around
him. He was suddenly scared beyond all help. He felt the warmth on his leg and
looked down. Fred's eyes followed his and saw the spreading wet patch on his
jeans. He turned and ran.
Fred ran to the door after him. It was wide open and he just
saw the running Bryan turn left at
the end of his driveway instead of right, towards his home.
What should he do? What could he do, without giving away
their secrets? He just hoped the boy would cry himself out and go back home
eventually. That's what he did when he ran away, he remembered. He sighed,
closed the door quietly, and turned back to the kitchen.
A couple of hours later Fred's doorbell rang again. He
opened the door expecting to see a despairing and tear-stained Bryan,
but it was his neighbour Jack, Bryan's
"Hello Fred. You haven't seen our Bryan,
have you? He's not in his room, and we thought he went to bed hours ago."
Fred paused for a moment. "No." he said, then
saw Molly, Bryan's mother coming up
the drive looking very distraught.
"Wait a minute, I might have!" he said, as she came up to
them. "Was he in jeans and a blue sweatshirt? I saw a boy like that, it could
have been Bryan, running that way--
he pointed left down the street "-a couple of hours ago."
"Yes, he was wearing jeans and that old blue shirt he
likes!" Molly said. "Did you see where he went?"
"No, sorry. The boy I saw ran past
as I glanced out earlier" Fred said, getting worried about Bryan
and also afraid their liaisons would be discovered.
"Jack, we must go and look for him!" Molly cried.
"What about his brother?" Fred asked.
"Billy doesn't know where he is, either!" Molly said.
"No, I mean where is his brother?"
"In his bed." Jack said.
"You go and stay with Billy," Fred said to Molly, "and Jack
and I'll go and look for Bryan."
Fred and Jack walked the streets for over an hour, looking
for Bryan, calling his name. When
they got back, Molly was frantic. "What are we going to do?" she wailed.
"Let's try to stay calm." Fred said. "Is there anywhere here
he could hide?"
"Do you think he's come back?" Jack said. "It might not have
been him I saw." Offered Fred.
They searched the house, under every bed, in each cupboard.
It was when they
found him, in the shed at the end of their garden.
"Bryan!" all three of them shouted as Jack shone the
torchlight on his crouched form huddled in a corner.
up, ran to Fred and hugged him. Jack and Molly looked at him, at Fred, then at
each other, astonished.
"What's the matter, son?" Jack asked, sad that his son would
run to a neighbour instead of his father.
"You won't believe me!" Bryan
sobbed as he looked round at the father he loved. "You won't listen to me, only
"I'm sorry, son. I should have." Jack said sadly.
"It's alright, Bryan.
Billy broke the vase, he told us after we missed you." Molly said. "Please
Bryan looked at
his father, his arms held out towards his son. Bryan
looked up into Fred's face, saw him smile and nod, and walked over into his
father's arms. He hugged the man tightly and sobbed. He held an arm out to his
mother, who moved over and joined the family hug. The two adults then looked up
Fred smiled at the reunited group and said, "I think a hot
bath, a warm bed and a bucketful of love is called
for, don't you? I'm off to bed now, I'm glad everything's turned out alright.
They all walked back into the house, Jack shook Fred's hand
warmly and thanked him for his help, then Fred
returned home. He was genuinely glad that Bryan
seemed to have survived theday's events relatively unscathed, and also to a lesser extent
that their relationship remained a secret.
Monday morning at
Fred was surprised after the bell rang to find Molly and Bryan at his front
"Hello Fred, I'm sorry to bother you, but I wonder if you
could help me?" Molly said.
sneezing a lot last night, and I thought he might have caught a chill after
being out cold and wet like that last night. I've kept him home from school and
taken the day off to be with him, but they've just rung from the office,
there's a very important deal coming in that just can't wait another day. I
wouldn't ask but Bryan insists he'll
be alright with you, he says you and he have watched football videos together
before. I'd leave him on his own, but if he gets a fever--"
"It's no bother at all, Molly." Fred interrupted. "Football
videos and hot chocolate are the best known cure for a boy's cold, and I've got
plenty of both. It'll give me a chance to sort my video collection out, anyway.
You go off to work and clinch that deal, I'll keep Bryan
warm here. Will you be back in time for Billy getting home from school?"
"Yes, I'll pick him up at school on the way home. I just
can't thank you enough, Fred, especially after last night as well." She smiled
and held Fred's hand in a `thank you' gesture, ushered Bryan
in through the door, and left.
Once inside, Fred helped Bryan
off with his coat. Fred laid it over the stair rail. "How do you feel?" he
"Very sorry for being stupid yesterday."Bryan answered. "I really fucked up
good, didn't I?"
"A bit." Fred said.
"Are we still friends?" Bryan asked, a
"We never weren't."
Fred replied. "Hot chocolate?" he asked.
"Not just now, thanks." Bryan
said. "I've had two already this morning. I'm not all that keen on hot milk,
anyway. It tastes funny."
"Yours is quite tasty!" Fred joked. Bryan
leant in against him, happy their friendship was still intact.
"Can we go upstairs?" Bryan
"Why, what's up there?" Fred joked, wrapping his arm over
the boy's shoulder.
"Your bed." Bryan
said, holding Fred round the waist.
"Oh!" Fred said, in mock surprise.
begged. "I want to be cuddled."
Silently they climbed the stairs and entered Fred's bedroom.
Bryan kicked off his trainers as he
pulled the sweatshirt over his head, followed by two t-shirts. Fred just
"Mum wanted me to stay warm." Bryan
Fred slipped his jumper over his head and unbuttoned his
shirt as Bryan slid his jeans down
and stepped from them. "Too old?" asked Fred as he let his shirt slip from his
shoulders and fall to the floor.
"Nah!" said Bryan,
"Just right!" Fred had always kept himself trim, and now, despite his age,
there was no unwanted fat or `pudginess'.
He watched as Fred lowered his trousers then, in one swift
move, he pulled down his boxers and dived under the duvet, covering himself.
Fred slipped off his underpants and slid into the bed beside him.
Man and boy held each other tight, feeling the warmth of
each other's bodies.
"Just hold me, Fred." Bryan
whispered. "I want to feel -- happy."
Fred did as he was asked, hoping it was working.
After about five minutes, just as Fred was thinking Bryan
had fallen asleep, he felt something growing against his body. When it was
fully erect, Fred said "Well, that seems to be happy, at least!"
They unwrapped from each other's arms, and Bryan
jumped away giggling and said, "What are we going to do, Fred?"
"Everything!" came the excited
"OK!" Fred said, leaned over and kissed the boy on the
forehead, and got out of bed.
Fred was gone for a couple of minutes, and Bryan
wondered what was going on. "Whatcher doing, Fred?" he called out. "You'll
see!" came the reply from the bathroom.
Fred came back carrying a small jar. As Bryan
watched, he scooped some grey cream from the jar and wiped it onto Brian's hard
cock, then spread it over by rubbing up and down.
"Ohhh! That's nice!" Bryan
said. The cream made it easy for Fred's hand to slide over the skin on Bryan's
cock, as well as slide that up and down. After only a few seconds, Fred
stopped, put the jar on his bedside table, and laid
back on the bed.
"Owh!" whimpered the disappointed boy.
Fred lifted his arms. "Come here, sexy!" he said. Bryan
scrambled over onto him, and as he did, Fred opened his legs so that Bryan
had to kneel between them.
"What are you going to do?" the curious boy asked.
"It's what you're going to do!" Fred said, holding his arms
up to him, inviting him down, and curling his own legs over the back of boy's.
As Bryan leaned
forward, Fred lifted his legs to behind the boy's thighs, preventing him from
shuffling back, and lifted his hips so that the tip of Bryan's
cock touched his arse. Bryan froze
in sudden realisation.
"Are you going to let me -"
"Just push, Bryan."
and his cock started sliding into Fred, who'd already lubricated himself in the
bathroom. He kept a constant pressure, and over a couple of seconds slid all
the way in.
Fred closed his eyes tight, breaking the wonderful vision of
Bryan's face as he entered somebody
for the first time, and pushed his head back into the pillow. It had been a
long, long time, and Jimmy hadn't been all that small, either. Quickly, Fred
banished the memory from his mind.
Bryan had never
felt anything like this. Better than any hand, better than Fred's lips, even.
This was IT, the best thing ever.
He looked into Fred's face and saw the pain. "I'm hurting
you!" he gasped. Fred gripped with
his legs behind Bryan's thighs,
preventing him from pulling out. "It just takes getting used to!" he gasped.
In a few seconds, Fred's body accepted Bryan's
entry, and by guiding the boy's body to and fro with his hands, introduced him
to the world of male intercourse.
slowly, savouring the new sensation, feeling something better with every
thrust. Gradually his lust took control, although he enjoyed seeing in Fred's
face that he was giving pleasure as well as receiving it. As his desire to
reach climax grew, he channelled all his effort into it, revelling in the
feelings coming from his tunnelling cock.
As he reached the peak, Bryan
felt his cock swell and thicken, an enlargement that Fred noticed as well. On
reaching the point of no return, the moment immediately before release, he
thrust deep into Fred, uttered a deep voiced "Uuuurrrggghhhhhh!" and blasted
his cum deep into his adult friend's bowel. His climax went on and on: he
pumped cum far too many times to count, more than ever before, and without
doubt more than he would for a long time hence.
Drenched with sweat and completely exhausted, he collapsed
onto Fred gasping for breath, and shedding a few tears. Tears
of joy, marking his passage into adulthood. Tears of gratitude, for what
Fred had taught him and allowed him to do. Tears of love, for he felt truly
After a long rest cuddling in each others arms, they
showered and dressed. Fred cooked sausage, egg and chips for them both, and
they spent the rest of the afternoon on the settee watching the best of Fred's
Every time Fred glanced at Bryan,
he seemed to be radiating a glow. Every time, Bryan
would look at him and smile, which made the glow brighter.
Neither of them wanted to `play about' again that day, it seemed as if it would
spoil it, take the `specialness' away. They sat watching the football videos,
sometimes holding hands, sometimes cuddling, until Molly arrived with Billy.
Fred invited them in, as he wanted her to see that they had
spent the day watching football, as he'd told her.
"How is he?" she asked when she saw him sitting watching the
video and sipping a glass of lemonade.
"He's fine now, Molly. I made him take a shower earlier
because he worked up quite a sweat this morning, and it drained him quite a
Bryan jumped, coughed,
half-choked and blew the mouthful of lemonade down his nose when he heard that.
Most of the remaining lemonade from the glass spilt in his lap, soaking his
jeans as he coughed heavily. He turned his head and looked daggers at Fred,
who, stood behind Molly, shrugged his shoulders and raised his arms in a `what
did I say?' pose.
"That's a nasty cough, Bryan,
I was going to say you were better now, but--" Fred said, trying hard to
suppress his laughter.
"It just went down the wrong way," Bryan
coughed. "I'm fine, really I am!"
"Good. Come on now, Bryan,
tea and an early night. School tomorrow." Molly said.
Bryan stood. For
the second time in as many days, the front of his jeans was soaked. "Just look
at the state of you!" she said. She overthanked Fred for having Bryan
whilst he was off school, to which he replied "Anytime, Molly, honestly
anytime. Actually, I've been rather grateful for the company."
Fred stood at the door and watched them go. He smiled to
himself, shook his head and closed the door. He walked back to the living room,
got out a glass, a bottle of Glenfiddich, his favourite scotch whisky, sat on
the warm seat recently occupied by Bryan
and poured himself a generous dram. It had been an eventful couple of days.