Date: Tue, 11 Feb 2003 18:27:14 +0000
From: Angela Mynah <angela_mynah@msn.com>
Subject: boys-tale, Johns Story  Chapter two

A Boys Tale, John's Story.

Chapter 2.   Becoming a Richards becomes you

Dear reader this is the second part of a tale about a current love that dare
not speak its name, Boylove. It is a tale involving sexual encounters
between various people, both young and adult, male and female, and a certain
young, willing and happy boy. If that offends you, or such writings are
illegal in your area, then now would be a good time to leave. For the sake
of certain aspects of the law, all the names have been changed, even those
of people no longer in this world. Although this story is mainly fictional,
it is loosely based on a real life. Mine.

So you have come back to hear the ramblings of this old man have you?  It's
lovely to see you again. I look forwards to your visits so much now. I have
been thinking long and hard since your last visit and memories have been
flooding back. Well I remember so much now, and the more I recall,  the more
I remember there being to recall. I suppose that is natural. Its probably
called `Getting old' So let me see now, where were we? Oh yes.

It is very hard for a ten year old boy to comprehend certain things, and
logic rarely plays much of a part when it comes to his trying to understand
a situation. Establishing that my parents held little or no affection for
me, had dealt me a particularly heavy blow. So severe in fact, that when I
was not being kept occupied, tears and depression set in very quickly. One
may be forgiven therefore, for thinking that the news of their death in a
motor accident would have been slightly less traumatic for me.  No, the
contrary was true. It made the situation ten times worse. Please permit me
to try to explain.  Imagine for example that the incidents had occurred the
other way round, and that first I had heard of their deaths and, whilst
recovering from that, I had then learned that they didn't love me anyway.
Now you see the issue. The order mattered not at all. `Mentally' the damage
that was being done to me was horrific.

To start with, only minutes after being given the news of my parents demise,
and whilst I was still in shock, the sedation was started. It was an
injection to begin with, and a very powerful one at that. Pills were
supposed to follow, but every one knew, sooner or later these drugs would
have to stop, and when that happened, the real pain was going to start. I
was going to need a lot of love and tenderness.

My recollections of my journey home and the first few days following, are
patchy to say the least. I therefore have to rely heavily on what I was told
later about conversations and what was going on around me.

I have no real memory of the drive to Mr and Mrs Richards house as I was by
then sedated to the eyeballs. Mrs Richards was told that I would need not
only rest, but also  a lot of close comfort and contact. Needless to say,
Alan was only too willing to supply the latter two, though letting me rest
would perhaps prove more difficult for him. I had fallen asleep on the couch
where I had been placed and the doctor, who had accompanied me home, helped
Alan and his mother take me up to the large spare room, where they laid me
on the bed.

"Let him rest there for a while, sleep is what he really needs right now"
the doctor said. "Alan, If you could please stay there with him for a few
minutes, while I speak to your mother, that will be most helpful. It would
be very upsetting for him if he did wake up, to find himself alone. In a
little while, I will come back up and give him a final check up before I
leave. Thank you and well done lad."

No sooner had the doctor gone, than Alan went to his chest of drawers and
took out a clean night shirt. He managed to undress me, put the night shirt
on me and with a little rolling and heaving, manoeuvred me into the bed. He
placed a chair next to the bed and carefully folded my clothes, leaving them
on the dressing table stool. He found his book and sat down, all this he
achieved without waking me, and that's how the doctor found us on his return
to the bedroom.

"Now I really am impressed" he exclaimed, looking at Alan's mother. "You
have a real helper with that one, and you will need it" he added. "The
longer you are prepared to be with John, young man, the better. He is going
to need a friend close to him when he wakes up, it will make a lot of
difference to him. In fact, he is going to need a close friend close to him
a lot of the time for the first few weeks."

He gave me a final inspection and although he seemed happy with my
condition, he still said that he would return the following day.  Giving Mrs
Richards some more sedatives for me, he explained that I would sleep a lot
but would need to be woken for the pills and that they should only be taken
after I had been given some food. With that, and saying that should she
require any help or information, to call him, He and Mrs Richards went down
stairs. Once again he reiterated that `time and love' would be the great
healers in the long run, and so he left.

It was doubtful that the doctor had even reached his car by the time Alan
was undressed and lying, naked, in bed with me. Mrs Richards, whilst not
surprised at this, she felt she had to remind Alan that I was to be left to
sleep and not `Messed about with'.  He reluctantly agreed with his mothers
instructions and slid his hand away from my limphood and started quietly
playing with his own equipment as he cuddled up to me. She looked at the two
of us and kissed us both as I slept, my thumb in my mouth.

That evening, Mrs Richards woke me with a tray holding a bowl of soup and
some toasted soldiers. I was still very dazed and confused. There was Alan,
sitting naked on the seat next to me, eating his meal from a tray. I found
that I was wearing a night shirt of Alan's and there was a tray of supper
for me. I had no idea what was going on or what time it was. Then the
realisation dawned. The facts of the day flooded back into my head as I
remembered parts of the afternoons events.

It must seem odd to people that, even though I had been lacking the love
that most parents indulge their children with, my love for them was as
strong or possibly stronger, as any normal child's. Remembering that I had
lost them for ever and had not had a cuddle or kiss from them when they
left, sent a pain through my soul as hot as any bullet. Then came the fear.
What was to happen to me? I remembered the policeman talking about childrens
homes, I even seemed to remember him saying something about giving me away
to some men called Tom Dick and Harry and I didn't even know who they were.
I started shaking and the tears flowed relentlessly.

Mrs Richards had to feed me piece by piece my toast and had to spoon feed me
my soup. I suppose I swallowed some of it but I was sobbing so much I think
a lot of the food went into my quivering mouth only to fall out again with
the next sob. However much I did eat, it was deemed to be enough to let me
take my sedative pill. This, Mrs Richards did make sure I swallowed. She
looked at the mess I had made of myself with the food and cleaned me up. She
took off the night shirt which was particularly badly hit, and decided that
I was probably better off naked anyway. Those pills worked fast and it was
within seconds that I was lying back in the bed, not asleep, my eyes were
wide open, but I was on another planet. My mind was off somewhere, I know
not where but it was nowhere nice, I may have looked calm but in my mind the
tragedy was being relived and played out. . Alan finished his meal and got
back into bed with me, and cuddled up close, putting his arm over me. With
that comfort I went back to sleep sensing the security, again with a thumb
in my mouth, only this time it was Alan's thumb. He seemed to have no
objection to this and he lay there, his body against mine until he too dozed
into a shallow sleep.

When I awoke it was dark. This room was at the back of the house and
therefore was shaded from the street lights. The only light available was a
dim glow from under the door. I needed to go to the toilet, but the room was
very slightly spinning from the last effects of the weakening sedative.
Holding on to chairs and other pieces of furniture I managed to make it to
the door and open it. There was a table lamp on with a low wattage bulb in
it but to me, coming from a darkened room it was as bright as a floodlight
and I could See Mr Richards, still dressed, asleep in a chair with an open
book on his lap. He had placed himself by the door in case I had wanted
anything. I crept past the chair not wanting to wake him and tried to walk
to the toilet door. The room started spinning again as the sedative worked
the very last of its magic, and down to the floor I crashed.

"Hey my little warrior, come on little man, what are you doing out of bed,
where are you going".

Mr Richards had woken up immediately and was on his knees next to my prone
body in an instant,  speaking to me. Mrs Richards too had been sleeping very
shallowly and was out of their room and next to me in no time. I managed to
tell them in a very small voice that I wanted to go to the toilet. She
scooped me up in her arms and took me to the bathroom. Sitting me on the
toilet seat, she went to walk out. As she turned to check I was alright, she
saw my eyes glaze over as I started to slither from the seat to the floor.
She caught me just in time and replaced me on the seat, this time holding me
in position as I drained my bladder.

There was no way I could really walk so after cleaning me up, Mrs Richards
carried me towards the bedroom door. Mr Richards, now awake again, beckoned
her over to him and took me from her arms. He was quietly crying as he
cuddled me to him, and as he kissed my neck and my head. His wife covered us
both in a blanket. I imagine that we were huggled together like that for
half an hour or more till eventually he put me back into the bed with his
son. Alan had slept through the incident and didn't wake even when I was
placed next to him. Still tearful, Mr Richards returned to his room.

"Why him Sally, Why Him?  Never has a more innocent sweet darling been put
on this earth, only to have his life beaten out of him by shit luck. I
nearly crushed him with a cuddle out there, I felt so sorry for him. How can
a kid ever recover from this? Do you think he can ever have a normal life?"
It was at that point in their conversation they heard me.

The action of going to the toilet,  being cuddled and then placing me back
in the bed had woken me up enough for the truth and gravity of it all to
seep back in, and the drug had worn off, It was just a small sob to start
with, hardly noticeable at all, but they heard it and looked at each other.
It quickly broke into floods of tears and the pathetic bawling of a lost
child. Mr and Mrs Richards were on their feet now and heading my way. As
they opened the door it came. A full bloodied, gut wrenching scream. I
filled my lungs again and let out another. Alan fled the room in terror as
the third scream shook the very windows in their frames. Mrs Richards picked
me up and buried my fear ridden face in her chest. The screams gave way to a
howling, the likes of which the Richards had never heard. I was on the rack.
There was to be no holding back now, I was experiencing the raw pain of my
loss and the absolute terror of the unknown. I had no way of holding it in,
no control. I just howled in mental agony.

Alan, who had run into his own bedroom in panic at the screams,  came back
into the room. His father looked at him and tried to give him a reassuring
smile.

"You had better put a nightshirt on, I am going to call the doctor out and
we don't want him seeing you like that now do we? Can you get another one
for John while you're there please?"

I was still crying loudly half an hour later when the doctor arrived. He
lived quite close and had not been surprised at the call.  Immediately on
his arrival he gave me an injection and within seconds my eyes closed and I
fell silent. I was placed back in the bed and Alan got in and cuddled up
next to me. The doctor was escorted down stairs to the living room and 3
whiskeys were poured,

"Thank you" the doctor said, adding. "We all need these. That's a powerful
sedative I have given John, it should see him through the rest of the night,
and up to lunch time, maybe longer. Do not wake him or give him any more
pills. Let him sleep for as long as possible. When he wakes up he will
probably start crying again.  I'm afraid you will just have to let him. We
can't sedate him for ever. I see Alan is sleeping with him, that will help
John a great deal. Its best if he's not left on his own at all for the next
few days if that's possible, but be careful not to put too much strain on
Alan. I know he is there because he wants to be, but the distress he
witnessed just now will play on his mind."

The worried looks on the Richards's faces told the doctor that his visit was
far from over so he sat with them and chatted , giving them advice and
answering their questions. Those questions when they came, were in fact just
three. Would I get over this? How long would it take? And  What could they
possibly do to help? The answers could be put in one sentence.  Given enough
love, eventually I would make a full recovery. It is however a doctors duty
to reassure his patients as well as to administer medication, so it was an
hour later when he finally got into his car and drove off giving them the
promise of his return later on that day.

It was midday when Alan woke up, still snuggled up to me. He looked across
and saw his mother in the chair reading. She looked up.

"Hello poppet, so you have decided to wake up now. I think you must be
hungry. Daddy is down stairs getting some lunch. You go down to him now, but
try to be quiet, we don't want to wake John now do we?"

Very carefully Alan got out of the bed and made his way down stairs to his
father, leaving his mother sitting watching me. I twitched. She looked at my
closed eyes, there was a lot of movement there and I twitched again, and
then again. I started making little moaning noises and it was only too
obvious to Mrs Richards that I was having a nightmare. There was nothing she
could do as she watched me twitching and occasionally yelping. For forty
minutes she watched me, my head shaking back and forth, sometimes with a
yelp, sometimes a whimper. Feeling utterly helpless she watched. She turned
to her husband as he walked in.

"He's dreaming, and it doesn't look like a sweet one either. Poor mite, not
even sleep releases him. I suppose this means that the drugs have worn off"

"Yes Sally, I think they have. He will be awake soon. I do hope we don't get
the screams again, that was more than I could stand. You go down stairs now,
keep Alan company, I rather think he needs support too. I will take over
here for a while. If he fully wakes, I will bring him down"

They didn't get screams, or the howling. Just a gentle but persistent
sobbing. The tears started to flow the moment I woke and I was still crying
an hour later when Mr Richards, unable to comfort me, picked me out of the
bed and carried me down stairs. Alan, who had dressed and was sitting on the
couch, went to his bedroom and collected his dressing gown. He brought it
down and gave it to me. I put it on and climbed up onto his mothers lap. I
had stopped crying at last, but had said nothing. I was so frightened about
these three men Tom, Dick and Harry, and to which one was I to be given,
that my mind was in a turmoil. Eventually I plucked up the courage and asked
in a whisper to Mrs Richards.

"Who are you going to give me to?"

The way I had asked the question was most unfortunate as she had no idea
what I had been thinking about, Mrs Richards totally misunderstood what I
had meant. She thought that my mind was on cuddles and suchlike so she
replied.

"Well I don't know. Shall I find out who wants you"

She never had the chance to ask her husband if he wanted a boy cuddle, I was
in tears again hugging her tight and begging her not to give me away to
those three men the policeman had talked about. Well I certainly had their
attention then. Needless to say though, there was complete confusion, with
each of them looking at each other till Alans father asked which three men I
was talking about. It was only when I named them that some dawn of
realisation cross Mr Richards mind.

"Bring him over here Sally, I think I know what this might be about now.
You come over here and give me a nice big boy-cuddle, and I will tell you
all about it and why you have no need to worry"

He was just slightly surprised when, as I was placed on his lap by his wife,
I opened up my dressing gown and hitched up the night shirt I was wearing,
giving him easy access to me. As he gently toyed with my little willy, he
spoke softly to me explaining the expression `Tom Dick and Harry' and that
the policeman was not, after all, saying that I would be sent to them. My
relief was obvious. I kissed him and cuddled him tightly, and for the first
time in 24 hours, I managed the slightest of smiles.  It was 5 o'clock when
the doorbell rang and Mr Richards straightened up my night wear, passed me
to his wife and went to answer it.

Miss Hawker was one of those women children immediately like. She was a
spinster who, although not so very old, had the face of a favourite granny
that was permanently set in `Smile mode' and even now whilst oozing genuine
concern, that smile was there. She had baby sat for Alan many times, a job
she was almost designed for. Also, very conveniently, she lived next door.

"Oh I know I'm a nosey one, but I am such a light sleeper. Late last night I
heard screams, they sounded like Alan, then I heard the doctors car. I have
been worried all day as to what the matter was, but I thought whatever it
was, you would be busy with it, so I didn't phone. I just promised myself I
would drop in the moment I came home from work to find out if everybody was
alright. Oh... Hello, who have we here all ready for bed?"

Mr Richards introduced me to her and explained as much of the situation as
he dared to, keeping an eye on me to judge if the tears were going to flow.
She instantly had her smile adjusted to `sympathy level 5' and only once did
her expression change, oddly enough, that was at the start when she was told
my name. For the briefest of moments she frowned, but the smile was quickly
back and I very soon found I had a new lap to sit on.

As I sat there and she was talking to Mr and Mrs Richards, she was idly
stroking the nape of my neck, this was a place that Mr Richards had stroked
me , it was a favourite spot of his and usually led to the stroking of other
things. My subconscious must have registered this because my reaction to
this attention was an immediate erection. I sat up a bit and was able to
cover the small tent that had occurred with the dressing gown. I wriggled a
bit to get comfy and lay back on her lap.

"Oooohhh you're like a little worm wriggling about, now you sit still on
your Aunty Jean."

She started stroking my neck again but the folds of the dressing gown were
now saving me from any embarrassment and I was enjoying the feeling. I
snuggled deeper into her lap and felt warm and secure.  Sadly it was to be
short lived, as the doorbell rang again. It was the doctor who came in this
time. He looked over and smiled at what he saw.

"Hello Miss Hawker, I see you've found a new lap warmer, it's a job I'm
quite sure he is very good at."  He laughed the words as much as saying
them, and then he addressed his comments to me.

"Well young John, I need to look you over so I think it would be a good idea
if we went upstairs to do that"

I suddenly shivered and some tears welled in my eyes and I started to cling
to my new aunty Jean. Mrs Richards got up "Come on Poppet" she said, "Come
on upstairs, I will stay with you" with that,  she picked me up and carried
me upstairs, followed by the doctor. Alan also followed and was allowed to
stay with me for most of the examination.

I later learned the details of a conversation that was taking place
downstairs. It was one that would have such long lasting and far reaching
effects on my life. It was started with a hushed voice from Jean.

"George, I have known you and Sally for near 15 years now, and Alan all his
life. I have always held you all in very high esteem and still do. As you
are well aware I am a solicitor, and I have to admit that business is a bit
slow. There are still many people who will not accept a woman defending
them, which is why I had to set up my own practice. Nobody else would have
me in theirs. I need work, and I need it fairly soon. Keeping that in mind I
have a business proposition to put to you. From what you have told me about
what has been happening to John, he will be needing legal representation
soon, very soon, It will be necessary to sort out his parents wills, probate
and other such things. I would like that business. I realise that his
parents are hardly cold yet, and that I am perhaps jumping in too quickly
for it to be considered to be in good taste  but it needs to be arranged
sooner rather than later. I would like to be your solicitor as well, but not
quite yet. After I have sorted out Johns affairs, then I would like to look
after yours."

George poured out two whiskeys and handed one to Jean.  "Well that was a
very nice speech Jean but I already have a solicitor, and I am terribly
sorry but I too feel that legal representation is best attended to by a man.
I had not really thought through what we would do about John's legal
requirements, but they will probably go to the law firm I already use,
Saunders Reeves and Robertson. Anyway, you said you had a proposition, and
you didn't say what you were offering in return for my business. I doubt you
will change my mind, but it's always worth putting a deal on the table.
What's the offer you had in mind?"

Well he was right, it was time to put some cards on the table. Jean took a
mouthful of the Scotch and looked at him with a particularly disarming
smile. "What I had in mind was this. I will represent John. In return I will
forget that you are in some way, sexually involved with him. Further I will
ignore that you are also I believe, sexually involved with your own son.
Just to top up the deal I will have forgotten all about the parties you hold
here where other children are invited, with their parents. I had suspected
that something funny was going on here for a long time now, but the other
day I saw all the evidence needed to convince me. Even I admit that with his
long hair, John is a very `pretty' boy. When I first saw him here this
evening, for a moment I really thought he was a little girl. I have to add
though, I also thought he looked particularly pretty dressed as a girl the
other day. That's when I knew you were all at it.  Errrrmm that's Check Mate
I think"

George swallowed hard and taking Jeans glass, poured out two more whiskeys.
"You seem to think I can be blackmailed Jean, I am not so sure that I can
be. You say you have evidence, but you have shown me nothing. You say a
little girl we took out was John, you must be mistaken, and of course the
parties, well yes parents bring their children here for us to abuse every
day, they are queuing up for us. So where does that leave you?"

Jean was still smiling as she replied. "If you had really been innocent of
the charges I have just made, you would have thrown me out, or at least you
would have been furious I am sure. So I am equally sure I am spot on target.
I saw the way he became aroused when I touched his neck the way I have seen
you touch Alan's. You say you can't be blackmailed, so who's blackmailing? I
am asking you for your business and will serve you to the best of my
abilities, oh and I am good, damned good. Let me handle Johns' affairs and
judge me on my performance there. If I do well with him, let me take you on
as a client. If you feel you could have got a better result by going to your
own people, then you will be free to use them in future. The only demand I
am making is that you give me a chance to prove my worth. I would hardly
call that blackmail."

The door opened and the doctor came in with Alan, stopping the conversation
dead in its tracks. Moments later, just as Mr Richards was pouring the
doctor a whiskey, in walked Mrs Richards and me.

"Ahh dinkies" she said, "Yes please dearest, with a dash of soda please.
Mmmm its all gone very serious in here, have I missed something darling?"

"Yes Sally, Jean was pointing out that John would sooner or later need some
legal advisors batting on his side. It seems to make sense to take Jean on
rather than the crusty old men we normally use. John knows her now and that
would be most reassuring to him if or when he ever needed to go to court,
which incidentally, Jean says he almost certainly will"

The doctor raised his glass. "Very wise words George, court is stressful for
anybody, it has to be so much worse for a child. I never think of Miss
Hawker as a solicitor, I so rarely see her but I take your point and I think
it would help John to have a person he knows and so obviously likes in there
with him."

The fact that I had sneaked my way back onto Jeans lap and had cuddled down
there had lead to the doctors last comment, I seemed to be busy sorting out
my solicitor/client  client/solicitor relationship. It was going quite well
though she did seem to prefer it if I would only stop sucking my thumb.

My minor medical had gone well. The doctor was pleased that the sedatives
had left no side effects, it had been a worry to him as he had given me such
a strong dosage. He announced me fit for duty and told me to get dressed. I
went to open the case my mother had left for me when they left for Brighton.
I couldn't touch it, I just froze. Alan saw my face and went to the case for
me, picking out briefs, shorts and a t-shirt, he handed them to me. All this
the doctor had watched. He turned to Mrs Richards. "Remarkable, quite
remarkable. You have a little star there Sally, He is going to be so good
for John and such a help to you. It helps that they don't seem to be shy
with each other, nor John with you."

Mrs Richards agreed with the doctors sentiments. She was very proud of her
son and told the doctor so, as he took Alan by the hand and walked together
downstairs. I dressed quickly and Mrs Richards and I followed the doctor and
Alan.

The doctor drained his glass and turned to the door, saying the usual things
about calling him if there were problems and adding that he would drop in to
see how things were going in a couple of days or so. Mr Richards saw him to
his car, thanking him profusely and shaking him warmly by the hand.
Returning to the living room, he sat next to Alan on the couch, Jean was in
George's normal chair with me on her lap.

Sally looked at her husband when he returned. "So which one of you is going
to tell me what I really missed when I was upstairs, and no flannel about
Jean representing John because they like each other ok? I know there was
more to it than that. When I came in, George, you were quite pale and you
Jean, you were flushed. So come on one of you, tell me what was going on"

Sally nearly choked on her scotch and soda when George said that Jean knew
about their boy-games, and that her silence was available as long as some
business was put her way. "It seems a fairly small price to pay, given
what's at stake here so I have decided to go along with it."

Sally looked at Jean. "That's all very well but what happens later? What
demands will you make then, after we have sent all the business we can your
way? I want some sort of guarantee that you are not just scratching at the
surface of what you see as a bottomless financial pit"

Jean's answer to this was not just effective, it seemed to be mutually
acceptable, dare one say liked by all parties. "Suppose you owned a roll of
film, undeveloped, that showed me undressing one or both of the boys and
fiddling about with them, and I owned a similar roll of you doing much the
same. This would achieve two things. Firstly, neither of us could blackmail
the other, and second, Babysitting would be much more enjoyable for me in
future. How does that sound?"

Sally and George sat for a moment till George broke the silence.  "John,
would you like your Aunty Jean to give you a little bit of special love like
we do?"  I nodded, he looked at his son "Alan, would you like that too" Alan
also nodded in agreement, so that was it. Deal done.  Everybody smiled as
Jean took my clothes off, she looked at my small body and held me up,
standing me on her lap so that my small portion of boy-meat was at mouth
level. Well it was different from shaking hands, but it was in that fashion
that the deal was sealed, with Sally Richards, taking pictures of Alan and
me being passed between Jean and George.

It is unnecessary to go into the fine details, but suffice to say that
although Jean enjoyed the experience, her preference seemed to be with
girls, and her attentions towards me were more for the camera than for her
satisfaction. Professionally however, there was no doubting the enthusiasm
with which she approached her tasks, and for the next three nights, the
lamps burned late into the night in Miss Hawkers house as she prepared
herself for the representations she would be making

Apart from my being rather weepy, the following two days were largely
uneventful. I was never left on my own for more than a few seconds at a
time. Even going to the toilet, somehow Alan made some excuse to be close to
me. He had taken to kissing me when ever he could, often just a peck but
sometimes rather more lingering. Further he would cuddle me at any
opportunity. Not just little hugs, these were long meaningful cuddles
punctuated with kisses. Whilst occasionally these cuddles were forerunners
to some sexual activity on our part, more often than not they were driven by
pure love.

Jean had seen my parents `Last Will and Testament' and had agreed with the
solicitors who were executing it, that it should proceed as quickly as
possible. My parent's funeral was a quiet affair, so quiet in fact that
nobody turned up. It had been thought best that I knew nothing about it. I
would be told one day, if I ever asked! Jean Hawker set up a trust fund for
me, with Mr and Mrs Richards along with herself as trustees. My Aunts estate
also came to me and that comprised a house in Brighton as well as one in
London. The two houses were to be let, as would my parents house be, the
income going into the trust fund which would initially be capitalised by the
sale of effects and of course three sizable life assurance payouts. Half the
interest from this fund was to be paid into Mr Richards account to pay
towards my keep. The fund was to be released to me on my twenty first
birthday. All this made me a very wealthy young boy who, after all tax was
paid, had an income that many adults would have been very pleased with, and
the capital would be kept intact. The only thing I understood about all this
was that my pocket money would be increased.

It was on Saturday when situations started to arise that needed immediate
attention. The police, accompanied by the doctor, had brought the front door
key of my parents house to give to Mr Richards. Mr. Tompkins, our
headmaster, had also dropped round. He was genuinely concerned about my
progress. George and Sally had arranged with Jean that she would baby-sit
while they went round to collect all my toys and clothes from the house. It
was thought best if I did not go with them and in fact they didn't even tell
me that they were going to the house. While they were out, Alan and I were
in the kitchen reading with Jean. The doctor and Mr Tompkins, who were in
the living room, started chatting.

"Doctor, I have to ask you this, When you examined John on that frightful
Tuesday, you discovered that John had been sexually assaulted or something.
How is he doing? Is he alright?"

The doctor looked at him cautiously. "You're Johns Headmaster, and I am
going to need your help here. What worries me is the timing of all this. Yes
you are quite right, John's anal gland had shown significant signs of
distress. The problem is that it looked more recent than when his parents
left for Brighton, and if I am right, that means somebody else has had their
way with John. It is not impossible that Richards himself may have inflicted
that injury on the boy, and that John is too frightened to say anything. I
need you to keep a very close eye on both John and Alan at school, see if
they suffer any apparent discomfort sitting down. That sort of thing"

Had Mr Tompkins been an actor, his feigned look of horror and anger would
have won awards. "No no no, surely not. Not George Richards. I have known
him for years, and never doubted him at all for one moment. Anyway, if it
was him, you would be able to tell by now, wouldn't you? I mean, he would
still be `at it' wouldn't he? My God! I can hardly believe it. George
Richards of all people"

"Whoa whoa whoa. Don't jump the gun." The doctor held his hand up to stop
Tompkins in mid flow. "I said it was possible, only `possible' that Richards
is the abuser, there may be other explanations or it may be somebody else.
Whilst I have been giving John these frequent medical check ups, because of
the heavy sedation I have been administering, I have been looking at his
anus, and it has not been interfered with since. We can tell if there has
been recent `Activity' down there, and there has not been, but rest assured,
I will be watching that gland for as long as I have good reason to. I just
wish I could have a look at Alan, to see if his shows any signs of , how
shall I put this, `Forced entry'.  I would need to see him within a week of
any penetration, ten days tops. Unless it was a really violent attack any
signs will be gone after ten days,"

"Doctor I have an idea. It should either clear Georges name or show him to
be an unspeakable
swine. I will arrange for the boys, both of them to indulge in an activity
down at some stables I know. My tribe will be there as well. It will be a
treat for them. It will only take a rumour to break out that there has been
a tetanus scare and My wife will be calling you to give all the kids jabs,
and we both know where those injections are administered, don't we? I have
no problem with my boys being covered for tetanus, and you get to inspect
the two bottoms you are hoping for.  Not a word to anybody and you get your
inspection without suspicions being raised as to why. How does that sound to
you?"

The doctor was delighted with the plan, and it was agreed that the trip to
the stables would take place a week next Saturday. If it was systematic
abuse, the activity would be resumed when the doctor stopped treating John
for trauma. That was to happen probably on Tuesday, so there would be a week
of anal activity or more. The tell tale signs were bound to show after that
so the trap was set. The doctor left, happy that his mind would be put at
rest one way or the other.

As Mr Tompkins waved the doctor off, he chuckled to himself, and it was not
more than an hour or so later that he was explaining the workings of the
deal to George and Sally, finally saying  "So all you have to do is to leave
those two little boy pusses alone from now until the jabs and you're home
and dry. If you need a boy or two, let me know and we will deliver to you.
That's why we set up our little group. Oh and you had better make sure the
two lads aren't busy poking each other as well"

The plan was perfect. Nothing could possibly go wrong. It was a stroke of
pure genius. All these thoughts were going through the headmasters mind as
he climbed into his car. As he drove off, he didn't notice the large black
Rover motor car parked on the other side of the street. The occupants of the
car noticed him though, just as they had noticed the doctor leave fifty
minutes earlier. They were still there watching Mr and Mrs Richards come and
go with my belongings  They also noticed the late middle aged woman leave
half an hour after the last trip, walking back to her house next door. They
noticed everything, but nobody noticed them at all, which was good really,
that's just the way they wanted it.

As I have said, I was not party to these conversations and they were related
to me later, some of them many years later. How Alan and I never saw that
Rover motor car amazes me but we didn't. I suppose we were too busy. It had
taken George and Sally three trips to ferry all my belongings to my new home
and I was busy with Alan hanging up all my clothes. It was when I got to
unloading and putting away my toys that things started to hit me again. Like
most ten year olds, Alan had a cupboard full of toys. I had a suitcase that
held almost all of mine, most of them had been given to me by my parents
naturally so opening that case I saw my entire history. It was not pleasant,
there was so little there.

Except that is, for my one real treasure, my pride and joy. My train set. My
father had loved my train set and bought things for it often. It was
enormous. There was probably about five hundred yards of track in total. We
had long since given up trying to put it all out at any one time but still,
if he saw any track for sale at a reasonable price, he bought it. The same
went for rolling stock. I had a massive collection. All in boxes, all
labelled up.

Because I was now moving into the house, I had been put in the slightly
smaller of the two spare bedrooms, towards the back of the house. It was
still a good size room and I helped Mrs Richards put the bed back in it from
Alan's room. It seemed so long ago that I had been undressed in front of
Alan by his mother, and placed in that bed, yet, in reality it had been just
a day short of two weeks.

My room had a cupboard for my toys and a large wardrobe for my clothes.
There was a book case and a chair by the bed for reading. A dressing table
completed the furnishings.  It was in the corner of the building and had two
windows, one looking southerly, the other to the east, the latter looking
into Aunty Jeans garden. It was Sunday morning and I was looking out in that
direction I noticed something odd.

I knew that she had no husband or family there, but hanging out on the
washing line were some children's clothes, I looked and reckoned they were
from a ten or eleven year old. As I stood in my room wondering about this,
out she came with another laundry basket of clothes to hang out. Some were
obviously hers, but there were more girls clothes amongst them. As she
pegged them up she looked up at my room and saw me. She smiled and waved,
then she looked at me, looked at a little yellow dress then back at me and
smiled. I smiled back, none the wiser.

I went down to breakfast. Alan was already eating his, and I was starving. I
had not really eaten much for some days. I looked at Alan's mother.  "Am I
going to school tomorrow Mrs Richards?" I asked

She looked at me. "Hmmm, well my little lamb, if you want to you can.
Everybody will understand if you can't face it. You have had a bad time of
it. I tell you what. You go to school, and if it's too much for you, you and
Alan come home to me. Alan, you are to stay with John as much as you can,
and if he needs to come home, you walk home with him. I will give you a note
to give to your form teacher Mr Sharpe, explaining what I want of him.

Alan looked at his mother. "Does that mean I can go to boy scouts tomorrow
evening mummy, I haven't been for ages now"

"Oh good heavens that reminds me I meant to tell you John"  Mrs Richards
exclaimed, "Yes Alan you go to scouts tomorrow, John, you will be going next
door to Aunty Jean tomorrow evening. Mr Richards and I are going out, and
won't be back till a little late. Alan will join you there when scouts has
finished. We will be back at about 10 o'clock at the latest, and will pick
you up then.

I ate everything that was put in front of me, and even a bit that was put in
front of Alan. His mother asked me if I wanted any more toast.

"Yes please Mrs Richards" came my reply, then I went quiet. I looked down at
the table, my vision obscured by tears welling up in my eyes. I had realised
what was wrong, what was missing. I had found the reason why I had been
unable to let go. I managed to look up.

"Please Mrs Richards, can I call you Mummy?"

She rushed over, picking me up and cuddling me to her. "Of course you can my
little lamb, of course you can."

I felt a massive load being taken off my shoulders. I wanted a mummy, I
needed a mummy. Now I had a mummy. I had no idea that just being allowed to
call her mummy was not the solution legally, but it was certainly good
enough for me. There was a worry in the back of my mind though. How would
Alan feel now? I was after all, now trying to share his parents with him,
and that was asking a lot. I didn't know what to do or say to him and I
started feeling frightened I would lose him. I cuddled my new mummy tighter.

I was still in her arms being cuddled when Mr Richards walked in. "Hello, am
I missing out on some boy-cuddles here, it certainly looks like it."

Alan nearly flew into his arms and set to work building a serious boy-cuddle
with him. He then answered all my questions and prayers

"Daddy, John is going to call mummy `Mummy' now. Will you let him call you
`Daddy'? Please,,  daddy please let him call you `Daddy' please"

Well. Daddy walked over to Mummy with Alan in his arms. They huggled
together and gave each other a long lingering kiss, sandwiching Alan and I
between them. Eventually they separated with us still in their arms looking
at each other. Alan gently pulled my face to his and gave me an equally long
and lingering kiss, in fact we probably beat them by ten seconds or more.
Alan's parents were speechless, as they put us down we re-embraced. Alan,
his hand gently cradling the back of my head, had pulled me towards him, his
head angled. I, with my head also to one side, had gone to his mouth and we
were interlocking tongues. Our eyes were shut as our faces pushed to each
other.

"Bloody hell their going tongues, their,, their,, their French kissing
their,, their,, their,, FREEKING HELL THEIR BLOODY SNOGGING" Alan's dad
said. "Bloody hell that's so hot, Wow that's making me eerrr errrrmm, Struth
Sally, I think I need you upstairs for an hour"

"Five minutes more like" She thought as she dutifully followed him upstairs,
but said nothing.

Alan undressed me and then himself, and we lay on the couch kissing,
cuddling and sucking each other, regretting that "Bottoms" were out of
bounds for a while. Alan slid down my body and putting his head between my
legs he took me in his mouth. He slid his tongue between my foreskin and
helmet, using his hand to manipulate the velvety skin. Twice his other hand
wandered to my little anal rosebud, where he gently passed his finger over
it, sending wild and electric signals to my brain. As soon as he sucked me
to my dry orgasm, he let me fall out of his mouth, tiny and flaccid.  I
wasted no time starting to work on his rock hard boyhood. My tongue swirling
and flashing round his piece while I massaged his sweet testicles.  The
Shuddering I had come to know so well rewarded me for my efforts. I licked
and sucked until his writhing subsided and he went limp.  I returned to his
mouth, our wrestling tongues still trying to find that winning hold.
Holding hands for a few moments after the kiss had ended, we finally broke
contact and dressed. And went to our rooms to read. Well ok then, we both
went to Alan's room, but we did read.

"BOYS?...BOYS! COME DOWN HERE A MOMENT DADDY WOULD LIKE A WORD WITH YOU."

It was not a call to be trifled with. We were both downstairs in an instant,
a little nervous as to whether we had done something wrong and a little
excited in case we had done something right. Well you never can tell with
grownups. Sally sat down and George stood up

George looked seriously at us and we feared the worse for it.

"Boys. Ahem. Yes now boys. Errrr mmmm yes errrr mmmm well boys I think we
need to have a chat. No Alan, don't take your trousers off, that's not quite
what I meant....I need to see both of you and... Oh Hell, NO Alan, Don't take
Johns trousers off either. No john, leave my trousers alone too. LOOK WILL
YOU BOTH STOP TRYING TO TAKE ANYBODYS TROUSERS OFF... Thank you."

We both stood in front of him looking wide eyed and innocent, our dewy eyes
looking straight into his. It was a ruse that very occasionally worked at
school. It sure as hell worked this time. He was a beaten man. He sat down
with a moan in his chair.

"Look boys, sit down, pay attention and do not try to take anything off
anyone. This is important. There are things I need to say, and these are
things that you need to listen to.  In this country, homosexuality is
illegal. That means the police say that it is very very naughty.
Homosexuality is where one male loves another male, or as here, when one boy
loves another."

Alan made a move to speak, but his father carried on.   "I watched you two
kiss earlier today, and it showed to me that you hold a lot more than just
sexual feelings for one and other. It had never occurred even to me that the
two of you may actually be in love, but now I am in no doubt what so ever
that you are, and that is why we need to have a little chat."

I was sort of winded by what I was hearing, but Alan was unshaken. However,
as once more he went to speak, George stopped him.

"Alan, I will answer any questions you may have in a minute. Mean while,
please just listen to me and take in what I am trying to say. Mummy and I
are very happy that you two feel the way you do about each other, but
certain things have to change for you. We, your mummy and I, have decided
that it would be wrong of us to carry on with some of our little games we
play with you, also we will not be giving either of you to our friends like
we have in the past. As far at your mummy and I are concerned, you two are a
couple, and should not be messed with. If you want to join in any of our
little games then that's ok, but it is now totally your own choice. As I
said, we will be treating you as a couple. BUT! There is something else you
will need to remember at all times. Just as our games would get mummy and I
into deep trouble, so will your relationship. If anybody outside our group
of special friends, hears of it, there will be trouble for mummy and me, so
it has to be one of our extra special secrets.

Alan and I agreed immediately that it would be a secret and `crossed our
hearts' as a sign of integrity. Alan looked at his dad. The words he wanted
to utter were not forthcoming to start with, and his eyes were full of
water. It seemed he was struggling with what he was trying to say. It was
obvious that we were, to use the modern expression, `an item', and it was
equally obvious that we were unsure how to proceed with this situation and
would need a lot of support. Further it was plain to see that at nearly
eleven years old, Alan had understood the gravity of the situation. Finally
he managed to say it. "Love you daddy"

I sat on mummy's lap as we watched a major cuddle take place between Alan
and his dad, both sobbing ever so quietly. I kissed and cuddled mummy. All
in the Richards family was good, and I was at peace with the world.

Monday morning saw Alan and me walking to school. I was fine just talking to
Alan and even going in the gates was no problem. It was after morning
assembly when I was sitting at my desk in the classroom that I started to
feel uneasy. The class was abnormally quiet. It was very quiet indeed, and I
realised that everybody was whispering and looking at me. Nobody wanted to
talk to me but everybody was talking about me. Alan was on the other side of
the room and could see what was happening. He could see that I was getting
very upset but he knew that, were he to walk over to comfort me, the other
lads would start to tease me unmercifully. He just had to leave me to fend
for myself, and it was breaking him up. We were both going to have to
toughen up a lot that day, and for a few days after.

As the day wore on, it did improve and I managed to keep myself from
cracking, by concentrating harder on the lessons. This also made the time go
quicker, and sure enough at the appointed hour, the school bell went and
Alan and I were walking home. He went into our house to change for Scouts, I
went straight next door to Aunty Jean, She was already home from work and
was planning her court representation for me in the comfort of her own home.
This it would seem was something she was able to do whilst she was doing the
ironing.

"Ahhh Hello my little treasure" she said as she opened the door to me, "Come
in and make yourself comfortable. I have got a lot of ironing to do this
evening, perhaps you can help me fold some things up. Would you like a drink
first John?"

I thanked her and took a glass of orange she prepared for me. As I looked
out of the window I saw Alan in his scout uniform, kissing mummy good bye
and leaving the house. She and daddy came over to speak to Aunty Jean.

"We've left the back door unlocked just in case either of the boys need
anything and the gate in the back fence is un bolted so they can go through
that way.  Now John, you behave yourself and do what Aunty Jean tells you,
and tell Alan to as well, when he comes back."

I said that I would, and kissed them goodbye. They got into their car and
drove off.  I tried to look interested in what Aunty Jean was doing, but
Ironing is not one of those things known to captivate a ten year old boy,
still I tried. She seemed to be ironing some girlie knickers, well they
looked far too small for her. I was still confused as to whose they were so
I decided to find out in conversation.  "Those are very shiny Aunty Jean,
are they special?"

"Oh yes" she said beaming at me. "They are pure silk, I have to be very
careful when I iron them, they are so soft and delicate. You feel them."

Taking a pair of white silk knickers from the pile she had ironed, she
stroked then against my cheek. I was amazed at how soft they were, they felt
wonderful.  "Wow they're really smooth and soft. Who's are they Aunty? They
look like they belong to a little girl. Who do they belong to Aunty?" I
asked

"Well now John, That's for me to know and you to find out, but you are
correct, they were made for a little girl, but they are so nice, I see no
reason why a little boy shouldn't wear them"

I must have been a bit slow because the meaning of that comment didn't
register at all. She finished ironing a little white silk blouse that had
small yellow enamelled butterflies as buttons. After letting the iron get a
bit hotter, she ironed the yellow dress that I had seen out on the washing
line. That too had a butterfly design and it was obvious that the blouse and
dress went together.

With the ironing completed instead of putting the board away, Jean placed on
it, the neatly folded dress, the blouse, the knickers and some little girls
shoes and socks. She looked at me and smiled a lovely smile. A smile that
said that we were both going to enjoy what was going to happen soon. I
looked at the smile, then the pile of clothes and I realised what was
coming. I was not then at all sure that the smile was telling me the truth.

She looked at my hair, I wore it just a little longer than was fashionable
but everybody seemed to approve of it. Jean certainly did, she loved it. She
sat in her chair and beckoned me over to her. I sat on her lap as she slid
my first shoe off, placing it on the floor next to her. As she leaned
forwards to take my other shoe off she kissed the side of my face, I turned
to her she kissed my nose as she removed my other shoe. Jean stood up with
me in her arms and carried me across to the couch. Putting me down
carefully, she sat me up and pulled off my jumper. I started to undo my
shirt but she put her hand over mine stopping me.

I knew then that she wanted to treat me like a dolly, undressing it and
dressing it up again, she unbuttoned my shirt and slipped it off my
shoulders. She licked my nipples making me squirm just a bit as her hand
slid down my body to my trousers. I watched her trembling hand as it undid
the waistband and arched my back helping her to slide them down my legs and
off.
My tented briefs amused Jean for a moment or two, but, as I knew they would,
they were pulled off me, leaving me naked for her to play with.

She started licking my face and neck and seemed to be getting high on the
taste of boy as she continues to lick, working her way down over my nipples
and then down to my naval and beyond.. When she reached my rigid little
member, she pulled my foreskin back and washed the purple gland beneath with
her tongue. I parted my legs and her head moved between them sucking my
balls into her mouth. Her finger slid between my cheeks and massaged the
tight little rosebud she found there. She now had both my erect little penis
and my balls in her mouth and she was working them hard, sucking them and
exciting them with her tongue.  That was enough to send me over the edge and
within seconds my body started vibrating and my face reddened. I lost the
focus of my eyes as I started to buck my hips. My legs clamped her head to
my groin as I started to shake uncontrollably. When the spasms hit with my
first dry climax , the intensity took Jean by surprise. I nearly heaved her
off me and onto the floor as my back arched in ecstasy, but still she held
on and sucked me for all she was worth. I yelled as I continued to climax
and went rigid with my back arched, only to collapse. It arched again and
again, each time sending a dry load into her mouth. After the fourth time I
finally collapsed onto the couch as a limp as any rag, a spent force. Jean
continued to suck at my ever softening member till it just fell out of her
mouth. A few final lickings of my balls and Jean seemed happy with her
evening so far. As with any lad of that age, recovery time is quick and
although not with an erection, I was sitting up and cuddling Aunty Jean very
soon.

"Listen John, if I ask you to do something and you don't want to do it, you
must tell me, I don't want you to feel I am forcing you into anything. There
are some funny things I would like you to do. They may seem rather odd to
you but I would enjoy it if you did them."

I nodded in agreement. I still didn't understand grown-ups at all. They
wanted to do rude things to me and then told me I didn't have to do them. If
I did them I was asked not to tell anybody else I had done them, and then,
just to be really confusing, they would then do things to me that made me
feel really good and made them feel really good but would tell me that it
was yet another special secret between the two of us. Well If that was what
they wanted and I was enjoying it (mostly) than that was the way it would
be, Who was I to argue?

"What do you want me to do Aunty Jean?" I asked, still a little pink from
the earlier exertions.

Her description of what she wanted me to do was both detailed and more than
just a little erotic, even to me, and I became quite stiff again as I
listened. Twice she went over some of the details so that she would be able
to watch and play her part without having to tell me what was needed of me.
when I started my erection was back at full strength which pleased Aunty so
much so that she gave me I little kiss to set me off on my way.

First I folded up my clothes on the ironing board making them into a tidy
pile that would be easy to carry. Picking them up I went to the back door,
and with me as naked as the day I was born, I went out into her garden.
There was a gate at the bottom of her garden that led from her garden to
ours, it had been left unbolted so I went into our garden to our back door.
That too had been left unlocked so in I went.

I walked to the living room where I could see Aunty looking in the front
window. I carefully laid out my clothes on the table in such a way that
mummy and daddy would see that they were all there and that therefore I had
to be naked next door. I went up to my bedroom and stood by my window for
two or three minutes, in full view of her garden. Oddly I didn't see her
there as I had expected to but staying to the plan, I went back down to the
back door, out into our garden, through the gate and to her back door. It
was locked, this was not part of the plan as I remembered it so I went back
to our house. The back door there was locked too but there was a note on it
now, it said.  `You will need to ring my front door bell now. Ha Ha Ha'
This I was not so keen on but I could see Aunty Jean back in her house
watching me through her window.

I knew that if I went to her back door and knocked, she would open it but
this was a game she was playing now and I didn't want to be beaten so
easily. There was quite a bit of cover between the two properties and plenty
of bushes in the front gardens. I had three choices. Knock on her back door
and give up (no, I didn't like giving up that fast), Walk brazenly round the
front not caring if anyone was watching (I didn't like the thought of that
too much) or lastly play  Dash'n'Dare. That was the option  I went for, it
was more fun for both of us. I was still crouched down in our back garden
which could only be looked into by the two houses so I was safe there. I
could see Aunty Jean still watching me. This game had made me go stiff again
so I stood up and showed off my erection to her before dashing for some
cover at the side of the house. As I went behind the bush I saw Aunty
clapping with glee that I had taken the challenge.

I knew that the best hiding places on our property were on the west side of
the house but that would mean the longest run in front of the house. The
space between the two houses was quite wide and offered little cover till
you reached the front of the front garden. That was also where the fence
separating the two houses was the easiest to get over. The land to the east
of Aunty Jeans house was unknown territory to me, and there seemed little
cover near that side to let me explore it further. No, it was going to have
to be down the side and in front of our house, over the fence across her
drive way and up to the doorway which was arched and offered a hiding hole,
there were four places where there was no cover at all. Both driveways would
have to be done at a sprint,  the area at the corner of our house was fairly
barren of cover and finally the run from Aunties bushes to her front door,
that was the worst one, as it was almost impossible to see if there was
anyone about from that point. Still I would worry about that when I got
there.

The excitement of this odd situation went straight to my dick. It was as
hard as nails and was almost hurting with the tension. I stood to see if I
could see Aunty. She had moved upstairs to get a better view. I realised
that this would mean it would take her longer to open the front door when I
arrived but that again was something I could do nothing about. So I started
to make my way to the front of our house.

I reached the first dash point. About fifteen or twenty yards, no cover and
some over gravel. Advantage, I had a clear view from my cover as to anybody
being about. I looked and had to wait for two or three cars to drive past.
There was nobody parked and the other gardens were empty. The cars came and
went and I made my dash from the corner to the flower bed, along the gravel
path, over a bit more grass to a raised flower bed with some big plants
growing in it. I dived to the ground and was out of everybody's sight again
except for Aunty who was upstairs admiring my bubble butt as I lay on the
grass, face down readying my self for dash two. This would take me across
our drive (gravel again, dammit that hurts) to the evergreen bushes that
bordered our land. Once again checking that there were no spectators, I made
the dash. Great, I was there and in amongst the bushes. I clambered over the
fence onto Aunty's land. A cursory glance and dash three took me over her
driveway and into her Laurel bush just 30 feet from her front door. I could
hear voices from the sidewalk, there were at least 3 women and a man walking
past, I hoped it was past, I had no way of looking without breaking cover
but what I heard was problem enough. The women were saying goodbye to the
Doctor, and I heard footsteps on our gravel drive.

I just had time to back into the laurels when I heard the doctor ring our
door bell, Obviously there was nobody in so the door was not answered. So
did the doctor walk back down our driveway and away, oh no. He walked down
our driveway alright, but then I heard his footsteps on Aunty Jeans
driveway. I could then see him as he went to Aunty Jeans's door and rang the
bell. The door was answered with a flurry.

"Well done there errr OH! Doctor, Oh dear me I'm sorry, I thought you were
someone else, errr Well errmmm oh please! Where did I leave my manners? Do
come in Doctor what can I do for you?"  With that the Doctor walked in and
the door was shut.

Jean led the Doctor into the front room, I imagine that the back room still
had the girls clothes out ready for me. I thought about the situation. To
dash back would mean me being in clear view of either Aunty's house or the
road. That was not an option. To stay where I was seemed to be about the
only thing I could do. I was well hidden and able to watch the house. I saw
both the Doctor and Jean go to the front window as Jean pointed to something
off down the road. They both peered off into the distance then Jean left the
Doctor looking. Jean appeared at the front door, walked out and looked down
the road again. The Doctor was still looking from inside. As Jean went back
inside, she slipped the front door key into the lock outside and went in
shutting the door.

Even at ten years old I recognised the final move of her ploy as being very
clever, as she went back to the window, she poured two whiskeys, and handed
one to the doctor in such a position that he just turned round and took it.
Now he not only had his back to the garden and front door, but I knew he
would be there for at least five minutes with his whiskey.

Still keeping as low a profile as I could I moved smartly to the front door,
quietly opened it and entered. I looked back and saw that there was nobody
else out there to witness my final naked run so, removing the key and
closing the door very quietly, I was in. I crept up the stairs and into a
bedroom. Even though I thought it unlikely the Doctor would come into this
room, I still got under the bed and hid, waiting for Aunty Jean to call out
that all was clear.

The Doctor was only there for ten minutes but it seemed to be much longer.
Aunty Jean came upstairs looking for me, and found me fairly quickly. She
was laughing.

"Well, what rotten luck eh? He very nearly spoiled our game. I think you did
very well and deserve a big Jeaniekiss. When I have given you that, I will
bath you. You have got rather muddy playing about in the bushes, and I don't
want to have to wash those clothes again quite so soon"

I clambered out from under the bed to claim my prize, and was rewarded right
away by a big hug and a kiss. We went into the bathroom and Aunty Jean ran a
very shallow bath. I stood in it as she washed me down, paying particular
attention to my bottom. Lathering it and rinsing down several times. I
stepped out of the bath and she dried me, towelling me all over. She asked
me to close my eyes.

Aunty Jean had a thing about licking me and proceeded to lick all over my
face. As she licked my throat and neck, her hand instinctively felt down my
torso and came to rest on my rapidly stiffening boyhood. She laid me on my
side on the floor, and lay down behind me, her tongue now licking and
lapping at my boy pussy as her hand worked and massaged my balls. She moved
round and turned over, and from behind she put her head right between my
legs. She slipped my balls and dick into her mouth while she worked her
finger into my saliva lubricated boyhole. She worked her finger till it
found the magic boy-button. I wriggled and writhed as she worked my
prostate. Again and again and again I was firing blanks into her mouth. The
perspiration was running off me as orgasm followed orgasm. I could see stars
and all I could do was to shriek and cry out like a baby. I had lost all
control as I peaked for the last time. My little man shrivelled up to next
to nothing and my balls retreated into the relative safety of my loins. My
arsehole relaxed and Jeans finger fell out.

As she stood up I just lay there, twitching in spasm and sobbing with
emotion, tears pouring down my face. I could not move. Aunty Jean had to
carry me down stairs and into the back room. She placed me gently on the
couch. The crying and twitching had given way to uncontrolled shaking but
this would soon pass, we both knew that.

Aunty Jean stood me in front of herself and reached over for the silk
blouse. It was so soft that I hardly knew I was wearing it and when the silk
knickers were put on me, I thought I was in heaven. They felt wonderful
against my poor over worked willy. The little yellow dress fitted as if it
had been made for me and the shoes and socks completed the ensemble. Aunty
took me by the hand and we went back upstairs to her bedroom. She sat me at
her dressing table and started to work on my hair. With a few hair grips and
some lacquer very soon Aunty had put a much more feminine hairstyle to me,
and even I had to say that I thought I looked rather `Cute'.

Jean had not been informed about the relationship that had developed between
Alan and me so it was a considerable surprise to her as she witnessed the
reaction from Alan when he came home from Scouts. I was told to wait in the
back room, and when Alan came home he was led into the front. Jean told him
how smart he looked in his uniform and that she had a surprise for him. She
called me into the living room.

Alan's face when he saw me was a picture. His eyes opened to twice their
normal size, and his mouth opened. I stood there and did a little curtsy,
smiling broadly. Aunty Jean sat down to see what would happen, she had
expected a bit of laughter and some trading in friendly insults. She was so
wrong. Alan approached me very slowly, looking me up and down all the while.
He only said two words and those were almost whispered. He took me to his
arms closed his eyes and just before our mouthed locked he uttered "Oh John"

I maintain that Aunty Jean was exaggerating when she said that our kiss
lasted fifteen minutes but not perhaps by so very much. I found that Alan
looked so good in his uniform and he found me irresistible in girls clothes.
Although I had only recently been exhausted by sexual activity, I still
seemed to have enough left to give an erection. Sadly I winced in pain as
Alan took hold of me through my knickers an he let go immediately. He
rightly guessed that I had been well used, a condition he was no stranger
too himself. He satisfied himself with tongue wrestling, and was only
vaguely aware that Jean was undressing him as we kissed. Twice, he broke off
the mouth contact just to look, groan and fire his tongue back into my
mouth.

He let Aunty Jean undo his shirt, the only remaining item he was wearing and
put his arms down to let the garment fall to the floor. Aunty Jean then did
to Alan what she had recently done to me. She gently pushed us to the floor,
and when down, she put her head between his legs. While holding his balls
and erected tool into her mouth, she slid her finger inside him and started
to massage his prostate. All the while he was kissing me, caressing my
nipple through my dress and stroking the back of my neck. Soon he too
shuddered with the onset of his climax and I felt the electricity of his
soul jolting and racking his body with pleasure. It was so exciting for me
that I also reached a minor climactic spasm, the best my body could muster
from its reserves of sexual energy.

Alan and I lay on the floor together looking into each others eyes, whilst
Aunty got up and sat down in her chair. She could not believe what she was
looking at. Love was not a strong enough word for this. Alan and I were
totally besotted with each other. Eventually she had to speak.

"So how long have you two felt like this about each other?"

She knew it was a stupid and pointless question the moment it had left her
lips. How many people know the moment they fall hopelessly in love. We were
no different. We grew into each other. Alan's selfless devotion to me when I
needed him most was probably the catalyst for our affections, but in reality
we were almost certainly in love months before. We just didn't know it at
the time. Had our circumstances remained normal, who knows what would have
happened, but they had not. Our situation was unique, so it was not
unreasonable to find our love growing in a unique fashion too. Nevertheless,
out of courtesy we tried to answer her question.

"Alan and I have felt like we wanted this ages ago but it just gets stronger
and stronger every day. Daddy,  Mr Richards lets me call him that now, says
that we must be Homely somethings, but its against the law so we mustn't be,
or at least not outside the house. But your different we can be homely
somethings here because you are our special friend."

Jean laughed. "Ahhh so you are Homely somethings are you, Yes, well the name
is Homosexuals but I think I rather like you as Homely somethings. And yes
it is illegal. You may be pleased to know that the law may change someday in
the not too distant future and that you may be Homelys when you are twenty
one. I know that seems a very long way off, but its better than it being
never. If I had realised that you two were now a couple, I would never have
interfered with either of you this evening. I can assure you I will not do
so again. You are for each other and should not seek to be pleasured by
other people, nor should other people seek to be pleasured by either of you
two."

Alan thought it best to take the subject away and on to something else.
"What's for Dinner please Aunty, I'm starving."

Jean laughed. "Typical man." She said  "The only things he can talk about
are sex and food. I had better go into the kitchen and prepare something."

Alan tapped me on the shoulder. "It'll be baked beans on toast, it always is
here"

A voice came from the kitchen. "Beans on toast alright ?"

"Yes thank you" we replied in unison, breaking into a fit of the giggles.

The rest of the evening was uneventful with Alan and I billing and cooing to
each other while listening to the radio, surprising Aunty Jean in as much as
when she commented on an item in the news, we had actually heard it and had
paid attention to it. Such was the training that George Richards had given
us.

It was ten o'clock exactly when we heard Daddies car drive onto our
driveway, and it was only a couple of minutes later that they came to the
door, carrying my clothes that I had laid out on the living room table. They
were ushered into the room and saw Alan in his scout uniform and me in my
pretty dress. We were of course holding hands. Daddy put the clothes on the
table and stood back to admire us. He looked to Sally.

"The happy couple eh Sally? What a wonderful picture they make too, it seems
a shame to disturb it."

He picked up my clothes from the table and handed them to me. He suggested I
changed into them so Aunty Jean could have her things back. He had guessed
that I would be dressed this way, He too had seen the clothes out on the
washing line the day before. He Mummy and Aunty discussed the relationship
that had developed between Alan and I as they watched me undress, which I
did as sexily as I could, more for Alan's benefit that for theirs but an
audience is an audience, and I was fast becoming the showman. Show over and
me back in my school clothes, we returned next door and went to bed. I was
asleep before my head hit the pillow.

Aunty Jean now took on the battle to get me adopted by the Richards. I say
battle, there were no real objections, only potential delays, as officialdom
would drag its heels in the way only officialdom knows how. The schedule
would be that the papers would arrive at Jeans office from the government
department which was responsible for me. They would be scrutinised by her as
my legal representative and then sent to the Richards solicitors for them to
peruse. They would send for Mr and Mrs Richards to attend their offices,
where they could sign the papers in front of a witness. Those papers would
be sent back to Jean. She would sign on my behalf, in front of a witness and
the papers would then be sent back to the government department. A date
would then be set for a short court hearing and that would be it. Job done.

Jean, working closely with Mr Richards solicitors, had worked out a short
cut which would save a considerable amount of time, without effecting the
level of work involved therefore not reducing the fairly standard fee that
Mr Richards solicitors would charge him. It did however reduce slightly the
fee she would be charging my trust fund, making her look pretty shrewd in
George Richards eyes.

The short cut was simple, as soon as she received the letters from the
government, she made an appointment with Mr Richards solicitors for both her
and Mr Richards, His Solicitors would act as her witness and she would act
as Mr Richards witness. All the signing would be done in that one office and
there would be no posting anything to any one except perhaps sending the
completed form off back to the government office. There was no conflict of
interest and all parties could already prove that they had the child's
interests at heart.  Then it was just a case of waiting for the court
appearance to change the ward of court. Then my name would be officially
changed from John Maurice Matthews, to John Maurice Richards.

Jean Hawker was very surprised to receive through the post so quickly those
letters and forms to be filled in. She knew most of the information that was
required and filled them in accordingly. After contacting his solicitors she
phoned George Richards at work and told him the times and dates for the
appointment. There was a major change to the schedule. Firstly the time and
date of the meeting was to be that evening at 6:30 and the venue for it
would be her house, this would save even more time.  He was delighted and
phoned Sally to tell her. Things were moving quite quickly, more quickly
than Jean thought reasonable. She decided that a little investigation would
be in order. It didn't take as long as she thought it would.

Knowing who most of the people were, who had been in any way involved in the
case of John Matthews, she started with the most influential. Dr Garrard. As
the doctor who had attended John throughout this difficult time, he was the
name to start with. She phoned him.

"Dr Garrard?.....  Ahh hello its Jean Hawker here... yes very well thank
you, and you... Good, that fine. I wonder if you can help me. I am trying to
find out if there are any outside influences working with the John Matthews
case. It seems to be going through too fast for there not to be, and I need
to find out what is happening, just in case it effects my requirements for
John"

In principle, the reply was fairly straight forwards, but Doctor Garrard
still seemed to be a little reluctant to pass on certain information, so the
whole conversation was veiled behind hints and implications. The Doctor
belonged to a club. My father had belonged to the same club as had one or
two local judges and our local Member of Parliament. Jean correctly inferred
from this that the `Club' was in fact a Masonic Lodge. George Richards,
whilst not a member himself, was well known to several people who were. Two
or three people had gone to the Member of Parliament to ask if things could
be speeded along a bit for the sake of the `Matthews boy'. All three
partners of the firm of solicitors that George Richards used were masons,
and they were only too happy to play ball. They also held Miss Hawker in
high regard as a solicitor, even though she was `only a woman'. They held no
reservations about working closely with her. The end of her conversation
with Doctor Garrard more or less told her to `hold on tight and enjoy the
ride'. This one would go very fast indeed.

"Bloody Masons" Jean muttered under her breath. "Can't they leave anything
alone?"  Little did she know that the Masonic movement would once again need
to spring to the aid of George and his extended family.

Alan and I woke fairly early. It was Saturday morning and we were going out
to the stables with the Tompkins family. It was to be a working trip and we
had been invited along as two extra pairs of hands. Some stables were to be
cleaned out and a few repairs made to them. It was expected that we kids
would probably work for maybe up to half an hour before we got distracted
and started larking about. That didn't matter, that was part of Mr Tompkins
plan, and true to form forty five minutes after we had started cleaning out
the stables, we were throwing straw at each other and generally rushing
about. Sure enough, by the time we had to leave, we had our normal selection
of bumps bruises and grazed knees.

As if he were in on the plan, the stable owner looked at Mrs Tompkins and
asked her if we were all `Done for Tetanus', she said she didn't think so,
and took to heart his warning that we all should be vaccinated against the
disease, and as soon as possible.  The moment we reached the Tompkins
household, she phoned Doctor Garrard. What a surprise !! He just happened to
have sufficient doses of Anti Tetanus vaccine in his surgery and recommended
that we might as well all go up there now. It was a quick if not entirely
painless operation, and the same for all of us. Lower trousers and pants,
lie face down on the bed. Take the jab in the buttocks and wait while the
doctor had a quick inspection. When we had all been done the doctor looked
at Mr Tompkins.

"Right, Thank you Headmaster, That's all done and I have seen all I needed
to see. I am quite satisfied that there is nothing to worry about. Clean
bill of health all round.

Again Mr Tompkins put on an Oscar winning performance. "Oh Doctor, you have
no idea what a weight that is, you have taken off my mind. I really could
not believe that what you suggested the other day could be a possibly be
happening. It is such a relief to find we were mistaken, especially baring
in mind the way we are helping George with `you know what' and `you know
who', it could have been most embarrassing."

The doctor nodded in agreement, and in a hushed voice told him that he had
heard through reliable sources that things were proceeding nicely in that
direction. There was much nodding and winking and hands were shaken. With
the doctors investigation completed to his satisfaction, Alan and I were
dropped off outside our house.

Mum and Dad were delighted to hear that our bottoms were considered to be in
good shape by the doctor, but reiterated that now Alan and I were officially
lovers, we were to be the only ones to use them. Alan looked rather down
hearted at this, but it was fairly obvious that I was rather relieved. My
experiences of anal sex with an adult male had always hurt at the time and
had led to considerable discomfort the following morning. Only once had I
received any pleasure from it and that was with George. It was agreed that
the matter would be left open for the time being. Another matter needed to
be discussed, and that was how the rest of the group would react to Alan and
I being taken out of the `Pool'. George decided to take the subject on and
open up the discussion.

"The group needs to be told so that the repercussions can be dealt with. The
probable end result will be that we are no longer participants in the fun
and games. That would be sad but I could learn to live with it. We would
both have to learn to live with it. Alan and John come first on this one"

Sally agreed immediately, but there were still worries in her mind. "Of
course the boys come first. That goes without saying, but the group will
worry about ejecting us. They will worry about the security of the group.
They will worry about our boys. Is the group safe? That's what they will be
asking. How do we assure them that it is?..... I think we need to call an
adults meeting, and as soon as possible. We are just going round in circles
here."

George started making phone calls to the parents in the group. An
extraordinary general meeting was arranged for the following Saturday
evening, that being the best night to arrange baby sitters for the kids
where necessary. In the mean time George and Sally spent the week preparing
themselves for the inevitable questions, and preparing snacks and nibbles
for the evening in question. It just had to go right. This one was
important.

It was a long week for Alan and me, Mr Sharpe, our form teacher kept asking
us questions as to what the meeting had been called for, and we both made it
clear that we really didn't know. George and Sally had insisted that we held
that line for our own benefit. Mr Bullman, the other teacher in the group,
also tried to get some prior knowledge of the agenda from us. He too failed.
Only Mr Tompkins was in any way slightly successful in extracting any
information from us, and that was out of respect to our Headmaster. All we
told him was that it concerned the two of us and that we had been told to
keep it a special secret. He decided to pry no more but to wait till
Saturday. It was, as I said, a very long week.

All day Saturday Alan and I helped Mum to get the rooms ready. The front
room, the living room, was set out ready for the meeting. The back room or
`Lounge' was prepared for the snacks and drinks. The kitchen/breakfast room
was set ready as an interview room and our bedroom was tidied to show the
way Alan and I co-habited.

The meeting was scheduled to start at 7 o'clock, but by twenty to seven
everybody was there. Fourteen adults plus Alan and I were in attendance and
Mr Tompkins took the chair. His opening speech was short and to the point.
He said that the meeting had been called by George and Sally, and that the
meeting, now called to order, should listen carefully to what they had to
say. George stood, and shuffled slightly. Alan and I were asked to leave the
room and to rejoin the meeting if and when invited.

"Ladies and Gentlemen. I will not draw this out longer than is necessary, a
development has occurred that I cannot, no, will not ignore. My son and my
`soon to be' son have fallen deeply and irrecoverably in love with each
other. They are now, to use the modern expression, a couple. Illegal or not,
my two sons are lovers.  My wife and I are delighted about this but it does
cause issues as far as this group goes. Sally and I are removing their
bodies from the pool. As of tonight they are no longer available for our
games. If that means Sally and I also have to be removed from the group,
then that is the price we pay. I hope that we may continue within the ring
but understand that as we no longer have anything to offer, we may no longer
be acceptable to some of you. All I can guarantee to all of you is our
continued discretion, in or out of the group."

Silence reigned supreme for a moment then my teacher James Sharpe Spoke.
"You say your two lads are lovers. Two of my boys fool around a lot and they
stick up for each other, but I don't take so much notice. I wouldn't say
they were lovers, they are just kids having fun. What makes you think your
boys are any different?"

George was ready for that one. In what ever form it was going to take, our
devotion to each other would inevitably be questioned. His answer, whilst
sounding like a gamble, was safe and sound.

"It comes as no surprise that their relationship would be questioned. Ladies
and gentlemen. What I suggest is that you devise what tests you like to
examine their love. They will pass them"

What had been intended as an answer to a question became the answer to the
whole situation. Tests and challenges would be devised. Were we both to pass
them, we would be regarded in the same manner as adults within the group.
Failure would mean that we would be treated as we had been. Any forfeit
would be paid by George and Sally, and it would be deeply humiliating.
The tests themselves would be tough. They would be upsetting. They would be
proof of our love.

George and Sally agreed immediately to this and with full confidence. It was
only at the end of the evening, when the trials had been invented and
refined, did Sally burst into tears saying that there was no way she would
subject her two boys to such treatment. George calmed her down telling her
that however diabolical the ideas were, both boys would come through them
unscathed and stronger for the ordeals. Our upset would be short lived, but
the rewards would last a lifetime.

The meeting adjourned at 11 o'clock that night and after nibbles and drinks
I was taken to Mr Sharpe's house. Alan went home with Mr Tompkins, both held
on their honour not to touch us in any way or to tell us what was in store.
The trials were to take place the following day, starting at Midday. Neither
Alan or I were told what the price of failure would be except that we would
not in any way be hurt, harmed or humiliated if we surrendered to the
examiners.

I was brought back to out house at 11:45 am and taken to the front bedroom
(formerly Alan's) and sat in a chair there. It was clearly explained to me
that things would happen and things would be said. I had in no way to try to
communicate with Alan who was in the back bedroom. If at any time I wanted
the trial to stop, I had to give a sign of three. It could be three knocks,
blinks , nods or fingers held up. Anything as long as it denoted three. This
was because it was likely that from time to time I was to be gagged, so as
not to call shout or in any other way make a noise that could be heard by
Alan. He too would be told all this and that he too would be gagged. I was
scared and it showed but I nodded in agreement. Unbeknown to me a very
frightened Alan was agreeing in the other room. There never were gags but
they wanted each of us to believe that the other may be unable to make any
noise. The whole trail was to be based on deception and that in reality, at
no point was anybody going to experience physical pain. Equally it was vital
that we were not to know that.

Our first demonstration of our affection for each other was both simple and
pleasurable. We were both taken downstairs to the assembly. The same group
as last night. We were asked to show to each other how we felt and to show
to the group how we loved each other. I learned that moment what the
expression `Labour of love' meant. As we neared each other we lost all
awareness of the others present. We had only been separated for some twelve
hours but to us it had seemed an eternity. We locked mouths. It was heaven
to us. Our tongues wrestled and our hearts pounded. Our arms flayed about
trying to get the best grip to pull our loved one closer still. Alan broke
the kiss whispering "Oh John Oh John Oh John" as I struggled to reconnect
our mouths. What the panel was looking for were two erections showing in our
trousers. They were not there. Our love frequently surpassed our lust,
something the group was yet to understand. It seemed only too soon we were
parted but sat next to each other in front of the group.

My adjudicator was to be our PE teacher, Dick Bullman, Alan's was to be
James Sharpe. The examiner was our Headmaster himself Reg Tompkins. He was
carrying a cane. He looked at me and showing me the schools main method of
corporal punishment, he asked me if I knew what it was. I indicated that I
did. He asked me if I had ever felt it before. I nodded saying that I had,
just once. (he knew that, he had given me three strokes last year for
breaking a window). He told me that there were thirty strokes to be given
this day, and that Alan and I were to decide who would take how many. I knew
that Alan was better at taking pain than I was, that's why he always won in
a fight, but I was damned if I would load my beatings on to him. I said I
would take my own fifteen. Alan out bid me, saying that he would take all
thirty. I looked at Alan, he was without expression, getting ready mentally
to take the beating. He would not look at me. I looked at the Headmaster.

"No he will not" I said. "Tell me what I have to say  or do to stop him from
being caned at all and I will do it. Anything you say, I will do"

The Headmaster looked into my eyes, holding my chin so I could not look
away. He spoke to me in a voice so soft, that neither Alan nor his parents
could hear. What he said had not been in the agreement made for the trail,
and nobody would have agreed to the mental anguish he chose to put me
through

"If you go upstairs and pack your bags now, so that Alan and his parents can
return to their normal life that they had before you arrived, Alan will not
be caned. I shall take you to a children's home, and you will be moved away
from here to somewhere far away. You will never see Alan or his parents ever
again. Do that and Alan will not be caned. Refuse and he gets his thirty
strokes, as do each of his parents for telling us such rubbish about you two
boys being in love"

Tears streamed down my eyes as I walked silently up the stairs. I started to
pack. The last few weeks had after all hardened me slightly I suppose and I
was half way packed when Dick Bullman came in. I was vaguely aware of
shouting downstairs but it didn't really register. I turned to my form
teacher to say something but I could hardly see him through my tears. The
room darkened, my legs buckled and I slumped to the floor in a dead feint.

"You bastard, You unspeakable bastard. Do you have any idea what that poor
mite has gone through over the last few weeks? Test his love for Alan by all
means, but you didn't have to break him you son of a bitch."

George had just been told what Tompkins had said to me by Dick Bullman, who
then rushed upstairs to see me. Reg Tompkins was nursing the first broken
nose of his life, administered quickly and effectively by Alan who had heard
Dick telling his father. It was the first real punch he had thrown in his
life, and it was good. Everybody was in uproar, The deal as offered to me by
my headmaster had never been agreed by anyone nor would it have been. He had
got carried away with the situation, set his own agenda and was paying a
heavy price.

Sally realised that I was once again highly vulnerable and tore upstairs, to
find me in Mr Bullman's arms, crying in the way she had only heard me cry
once. It was the bawling of total despair from a lost soul. She took me from
Bullman's arms and cuddled me.

"Get Tompkins here NOW!" She instructed. "There There There, you aren't
going anywhere. Nasty Mr Tompkins will be here in a minute, and he will tell
you it was a silly joke of his. WON'T YOU MR TOMPKINS"

He had just walked into the room, his nose still blooded and his face
showing clearly the realisation of the stupidity of his actions. He looked
at me face to face.

"I am so very very sorry. It was a silly and cruel thing to say. You are a
brave little boy who has had to be so brave so often. There is no way I
should have said those stupid things to you. I hope you are so much cleverer
than I am and you can forgive me"

Although being apologised to by an adult made me feel rather grown up (in
spite of my being in Sally's arms and being cuddled) I was more interested
as to why his nose was bleeding, and lacking in a certain level of finesse I
asked him.

"Well young John. You were prepared to go, to prove your love for Alan. When
he heard that I had told you to do that, He punched me very hard on the
nose, which in my book certainly proves he loves you too. I now have no
doubt about that at all"

He left Mum and I to sort out the things I had packed, which did not take
long. We went back downstairs to the assembled company. There were
mutterings and mumblings but a slight round of applause as I went in the
room. I looked round. Alan was on Dads lap, his knuckles raw from the one
punch. Others were standing with drinks chatting politely, and in one of the
chairs, being ignored by everybody sat Mr Tompkins, alone, embarrassed and a
hankie to his nose.

First I went to Alan and kissed him, embracing him and locking our mouths as
we so loved to do. I broke and whispered something into his ear. He followed
me across the room to Mr Tompkins. We stood in front of him and the room
went quiet. He looked at us, so obviously ashamed of the situation. I
climbed onto his lap, then Alan joined me there. I whispered something into
Mr Tompkins ear.

While Alan and I kissed, Reg Tompkins removed our clothes. We were still
kissing when Reg applied lubrication to my little puckered rosebud, and some
to Alan's ready and waiting gardening tool. I slid down Tompkins lap so my
head was resting  under his chin, my buttocks on his knees. Alan got off Mr
Tompkins lap and rested my feet one either side of his head, on his
shoulders. As he approached me he gently he rubbed his finger against my
boyhole and slid it in to open me up for him. He had learned well from his
father and slipping in a second finger, he started a massaging motion. Our
audience moved in closer to get a good view as Alan took out his fingers and
addressed my hole with his steel hard erection.

We had never done this before, we had used fingers a bit, and I had tried
once before but found I couldn't manage it. The attempt had after all been
without any form of lubrication. This time however, it was right. We were
both ready and desperate to join our bodies in this final act of giving to
one and other. I sighed as Alan, at last, pushed and entered my body with
his love muscle. As he slid in and felt the heat inside my body, his eyes
rolled and he too sighed. He slid in and out with that gentle but
instinctive action that has evolved over thousands of years, The room was
totally silent save the sighs and whimpers emanating from our physically,
mentally and spiritually joined souls. The sounds when love and lust are as
one. The right sounds. The beautiful sounds.

We gave a demonstration that left nobody in any doubt. We were a couple. No
trials, no tests, no doubts. As Alan grew closer to his climax his strokes
became shorter and he could be heard panting. Then it happened. With three
long hard strokes he rammed his final one as hard into me as he could, his
stomach went taut and he threw his head back as his spasms took control. He
shook and his legs started to buckle. There were plenty of people there to
catch him and I am not sure who did, but he was laid on the floor. I was
lifted from Tompkins lap and laid next to him. We immediately went into
another embrace locking mouths and tongues, unaware that there was anybody
else in the room, and soon there wasn't. The sixteen adults we had had as an
audience suddenly felt as one, that the show was over and our love should
have a little privacy. There would be many more shows to come they were
sure, but for now, we were to be left alone.

The group all went into the back room to where the food and drinks were. Reg
was still apologising for his terrible decision and the apologies were
readily accepted. It was felt that as the display that they had all enjoyed
had taken place on his lap, that must mean that Alan and I had forgiven him,
and if we could do that, who were they to say different. Sally was still a
little cold with Reg but time would sort that out.

It was also agreed that given the hot show they had just seen, the only
change to the group would be that Alan and I would be given honorary Adult
status. Conditional on our giving a show from time to time.

Alan and I slept soundly that night, and awoke bright and early ready for
what ever this Monday would throw at us. Lying in bed kissing and cuddling
like newly weds, we found it very difficult to get out of bed and ready
ourselves for school, but that was part of the deal, we could sleep together
every night as long as we were always asleep at an appropriate time and that
we got washed, dressed and ready for school in plenty of time.

The morning assembly was interesting. The Headmaster, his nose bandaged, was
addressing the children, giving a lecture on the values of truth and sound
judgement, also touching on the dangers of `Do-it-yourself' and the perils
of stepladders. He felt not inclined to make any eye contact with Alan or
me. We giggled all the way to our class room.

That evening, while I was doing my homework and Alan was at Scouts, a
slightly excited
Aunty Jean visited us. I was not called down so I continued with my
assignments. I had finished them at the same time that Alan came home from
Scouts and we both went into the front room and sat down.

"Aunty Jean has just told your Mummy and I that there is some rather good
news. It seems John, you have some influential friends. Friends in high
places they call that, and very useful it is too. I am afraid to tell you
that you will not be going to school on Friday, You will be going to Court
with Aunty Jean, Mummy and me. If all goes well you will go into the
courtroom called John Matthews, and come out called John Richards. Jean,
friends in high places or not, I am amazed that this is happening so fast."

While Aunty Jean was telling George about the Masonic connections and how
they reached right into Whitehall, Alan and mum were looking at me, seeing
if it was sinking in. It was but not necessarily in the way they had hoped.
I was not so much thinking about my new name and my new family, I was
thinking that this was the end of my real Mum and Dad. The last vestige of
my true identity was being torn off me to be thrown away like so much
garbage.

In all it had been five weeks and six days since my life had been ripped
apart, all these people who were trying to help me, were the same people who
had told me that time would be the great healer. For an adoption process to
be done in that time was nigh on a record, but it had denied me the time I
so needed. I was back to sobbing as I knew that I had no choice, I could not
delay anything, I could not change anything. I tried desperately hard to
stop the tears, but I failed

When I cried out "I want my Mummy, Where's my Mummy?" and Sally realised it
was not her I was talking about, she saw, bless her, she saw the agony in my
face and heard the despair in my voice, and although that must have hurt her
terribly, she didn't show it. She picked me up and cuddled my tightly.
Rocking me gently in her arms, soothing me with sweet maternal whispers, she
calmed me down.

"Well you can see how fragile he is. Yes we will be in court on Friday, and
yes we are very grateful for your efforts, and everybody else's, but you can
see can't you, its all so fast, its too much too soon for him to take in. We
really are not giving him much of a chance are we?"

I knew I had upset her, and I hated that. I knew she loved me, and George
did too, I knew that as well, Alan's love was plain to see. I knew all this
so why was I still hurting. Where I had come from there had been so little
love yet now my cup runneth over. I could not help it. Time would heel the
hurt and it didn't matter what I was called while I waited. As I was still
being rocked in Sally's arms I was able to utter "sorry Mummy, you're my
mummy now" .


Jean, whose smile was as ever there, kissed me on the cheek and wiped away
my tears with her hankie.

"You will be alright John, don't you worry. We will all be there, watching
you being a brave boy."

She turned to leave, winking at Alan and smiling at Sally. George saw her to
the door and let her out, thanking her again for her hard work. Just as he
was about to shut the front door he looked across the road. There was a
black Rover motor car parked opposite with two men just sitting in it. They
appeared to be looking across at him, or was it Jean they were looking at.
Their eyes met his gaze and the engine was started. George did not have time
to see the index number of the car as it drove off, and it was too far away
for him to get a really clear look at the occupants, but he felt uneasy
about it. The car had not sped off, it just drove. There was no real reason
why they should not have been parked there, but there was no real reason why
they should. George wondered if he was getting paranoid, but no dammit, it
was an odd place to park and he was sure they left because he had spotted
them.

He closed the door and, deep in thought, he went into the living room. Sally
looked at him. "What's the trouble darling?"

"Oh its probably nothing, nothing at all really" he shrugged his shoulders
deciding that it would be pointless to alarm the family with something that
was quite probably of no importance. He turned his attention to me. "So
how's my little warrior then, perking up a bit?"

I had `perked' up a lot. "Can I start going to Scouts with Alan please
Daddy?"

"Oh so you want to be a Boy Scout do you? Well nothing wrong with that, I
was a Boy Scout in my day and Mummy here, she was a Girl Guide weren't you
my dear. Yes I think that would be a very good idea. I will have a word with
the Scout Master, you know him already. Its Bob King. You remember him The
mouth half of the `spit roast suckling pig' you did at the party. He
certainly remembers you. I reckon you can go next Monday. I will phone him
up. I want to phone a couple of people up anyway. I think a party will be in
order on Saturday, to welcome young Master John Maurice Richards to the
family. What sort of party would you like? All the grown ups, all the kids
or both at once? I think I might put it to the group that Aunty Jean be
included, see if she can add anything to the proceedings."

I went for the full works all the kids and the grown-ups all at once. This
time I planned to fill Alan's bottom in front of everybody. If everybody
came that would be seventeen adults and twenty nine kids and only five of
the kids were female. This would be quite a show. I had already started
planning what I wanted to do if I had the chance, and I had gone iron rigid
just thinking about it.

George had been on the phone for quite a while, inviting the guests and
describing Jean. Some of the group had met her before, and on finding out
that she not only had similar interests but was also a solicitor, George was
actively encouraged to invite her. She was the last of the calls he made. He
discretely explained about the party and the sorts of things that could
happen there before inviting her. He also talked at some length about there
being several guests who were interested in her professionally, pointing out
the possible advantages.

It was the end of the phone call that put George on edge. He mentioned a
black Rover motor car that he saw leaving when he let her out of the house.
She had noticed it as well, she had decided to take its number if she saw it
again as it was the third time she had seen it. She had thought they may be
house breakers watching these two houses. Had she been more sure she would
have mentioned it to him. As a result of today's sighting, she was going
round the house checking all the window locks. Better safe than sorry she
said. Especially as they would all be out on Friday, she commented. Friday
was the big day. My new life officially started then.

Well young man, I went to court and I didn't cry. I answered all the
people's questions and put up a reasonable account of myself. As they said,
I went into court a Matthews and came out a Richards,

It was the best thing that could have happened to me. Oh but that was all so
very long ago now. It's so sad I get so very tired. I wish I could chat to
you for much longer but old men have to sleep so much. All this talk of sex,
well it wears me out just thinking about it. I hope you come back soon, I
have so much more to tell you. The party, well that's a story in its own
right, so is the tale about the black Rover motor car. I will tell you all
about them next time you visit me, and the Scouts. Oh dear me, I mustn't
forget to tell you all about the Scouts. But forgive me, I must sleep now.
Good bye, till we meet again, and I hope it's soon