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Cornish Tales and Piskey Tails.
Part five.
Zachary Blair says...
The six-seater table is laid and the Lasagne meal is served on our plates. I'm sitting in the seat next to Ted, Ann next to him, and the two boys are opposite me – Freddie directly opposite. I try not to stare at Freddie, but he's never out of my vision – either directly or peripheral. He and Kris seem to be two opposites. Kris is smaller than Freddie (he looks about eleven), and where the skin on Freddie's face is tanned a nice brown and almost faultless, Kris's face is a mass of freckles under an unruly mop of short, blonde hair. In his own way, he's a real cutie, and he looks a bundle of fun. That observation is borne out while we're eating - Freddie is quiet, and Kris is ebullient and over familiar. But he seems to be well-liked, and I find myself warming to his jolly disposition. I'm also mindful that he's Freddie's confidante, so that also endears me to him, so I don't take offence when, with a knowing twinkle in his blue eyes, he says to me, "Next time you go swimming at Bossiney, can I go with you? Freddie said you had a brilliant time and that you're a great swimmer."
I almost laugh at his cheekiness, but I keep a straight face, and reply, "I don't see why not, Kris. In fact, you being with Freddie will give me the chance to do some really serious stuff."
Again I see that knowing twinkle in his eyes, and he's still chewing a mouthful of lasagne when he says, "Brill! There's another place we go to, isn't there Freddie? Smuggler's Cove. We go camping there sometimes. Don't we Freddie? You could come with us. We have a great time. We light a fire out of dry driftwood and cook our meals." He laughs; a really mischievous laugh. "We catch fish sometimes, and have that. Mostly mackerel, but Freddie caught a sea bass once. That was fantastic."
Freddie is looking slightly uncomfortable when he says, "Sometimes."
With a grin on his face, Ted interrupts. "I'm sure Zac will have better things to do than go camping with you pair of rogues." Then he says to me, "So you've definitely got the job then, Zac?"
I nod. "Yes, providing I can sort out a place to live. That place at Davidstow will be ideal if I can get it. I spoke to Taylors the estate agent this afternoon. Me and Ann are going to look at it in the morning, and if it's alright, I can sign the documents tomorrow. I've spoken to dad as well, and he's transferred me enough funds into my bank account to pay three months rent in advance, and the security deposit. But I'll probably need references. Do you mind if I give them your name for one of them?"
Ted beams at me, probably because I've placed him in a position of importance. "No problem. You can get them to ring me at work if you like. I reckon that should be good enough for them. Tell them I'll stand surety for you. They know me. I've dealt with them before when we've had trainees staying in the area. They do holiday cottages on a weekly basis, so I book them into one of them."
I pretend that I'm impressed. "Thanks Ted. That would be brilliant. I was thinking the references might hold me back as to when I can start the job. If they ring you up, because it's 7th June now, I reckon I can pretty much start on Monday the 21st, and because he wanted me to start as soon as possible, that will suit my new boss. If I get the place at Davidstow, depending on how the estate agents work, I could probably move in sometime this next weekend and then have a week to myself getting used to the place before I start work." I grin at Kris. "You two can go and catch me some sea bass, and I might even invite you for dinner."
Kris giggles. "Freddie's the sea-bass-catcher. You could just about feed a cat on what I catch. The mackerel I land would just about fit in a sardine tin."
We all chuckle at the infectious young man, and even Freddie can't keep a straight face, and he begins to giggle when he says, "And you're not very good at killing crabs, either." Kris is just putting a large helping of Lasagne in his mouth when he bursts out laughing, and tears are coming from his eyes when Freddie continues, "You should have seen him. He caught this big crab and was scared to death of it biting him. It was too big to go in the saucepan so we could boil it alive, so Kris decided to batter it to death with a rock. The poor thing looked like it had been run over by the time he'd finished with it, and its legs were still moving while Kris was trying to cut them off."
I look at Freddie, and grin when I say, "Maybe we should call Kris, Mr Eugene Krabs?"
Freddie gets the `Spongebob Squarepants' connection right away, and he gurgles with laughter, but he doesn't say anything in response to my question.
By now, I'm laughing until tears are coming from my eyes; so is Freddie, and so is Ted. Kris is helpless and trying not to choke, and it's Ann who has to bring us back to sanity, but even she's got a big grin on her face when she says, "That's enough, you disgusting boys! I don't need this topic while we're eating!"
While we're all trying to stop laughing, I look across at Freddie, and just for a brief moment our eyes meet and hold. I don't know what he can see in mine, but his eyes are filled with happiness, and the thought goes through my mind that what's happening is helping to relieve five years of hurt.
**********
Kris has gone. We're watching TV, but I'm not really watching it. It's nine-thirty and Freddie has showered. When he came downstairs, he was wearing a dressing gown; his hair blow-dried and brushed to perfection. Then he settled on the sofa in the same place he was before, and now he's stretched out with most of his upper leg sticking out from underneath the dressing gown. Occasionally, he pulls the dressing gown back to cover himself, but it's not long before the leg is uncovered again. I try not to look at it, but I'm mesmerized by the beauty of the hairless limb with its boyish calves and sensuous thighs that I know lead to his beautiful `Patrick' and superb bum, and I feel `Squidward' coming awake, especially when I remember how it felt touching him at Smuggler's Cove, and the warmth of his soft lips when we kissed. He changes position, and just for a moment I catch a glimpse of light blue underpants, and he hurriedly pulls the dressing gown over him to once again cover his semi-nakedness. Then he glances at me with a twinkle in his eyes, and when he looks back at the TV, he's wearing a permanent smile; a knowing one that says he's flirting with me.
I wonder what he'll be like to make love to if I ever get the chance. Probably shy the first time, but I'd use my experience with Jaoa to get us over that; to bring him to that supreme moment of pleasure that I've wanted to give him for five years. Would he squeal like Jaoa used to do, thrusting his hips high to gain maximum pleasure, holding the back of my head while his boyish legs wrapped themselves tightly around my neck to make sure I didn't escape while the feelings surged through him? But Jaoa was gay and an exceptional lover, and Freddie is really mixed with his sexuality, so maybe it's never going to happen. But if he doesn't want to do the things that Jaoa did, I've got a feeling in my bones that our association is going to be long and lasting as a genuine, loving friendship if we can survive the early years without somebody putting the kybosh on us. Time will tell. And as for the other, if I ever get the opportunity again, then Freddie will have to accept that I have those sort of needs that have to be satisfied, and just as I would still love him if he turns out to be straight and marries a girl, he'll have to do the same for me. Trust in our special friendship will be needed, from both of us.
At ten o'clock Freddie gets up and says goodnight to us all. I smile at him and wish him a good night's sleep. He smiles at me and is gone.
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Freddie Montgomery says...
It's time for bed. I don't want to go. Tomorrow morning will be the last time I see Zac for a few days, and that depends on whether he can sort out the place at Davidstow. I can't wait. All night I've been flirting with Zac, and he knows it. Even without sex I want him to love me; every bit of me. That's why I was showing him my leg. He must think I'm really strange. I suppose I am. I can't even work myself out. I want him to love all of me, even kiss me all over with no clothes on, but at the same time I never think about actually having sex with him properly. I think a lot about love, but when I wank, all I think about is the feelings. They're fantastic, but they're just sexual feelings. It's the other things I can't associate with sex... people. Not even girls. When me and Kris have done stuff together when we've been experimenting, all I was thinking about were the feelings I was getting from doing it. Kris was joking when he said Zac would fuck me, but I've been thinking about it ever since he said it. I wonder if that Jaoa boy liked it that way. I can understand the dick sucking and mutual wanking because it gets you those nice feelings, but some of the stuff Kris has shown me in his porn mags have made me almost retch. Yuck! But I suppose it takes all sorts to make a world, and me loving Zac would probably be gross to most people. I'm part way to being gay. I want to sleep with Zac; both of us with nothing on and his arms wrapped around me. I want to tell him a million times that I love him, and I want to hear him say it to me. I suppose that's being part gay.
Zac smiles at me when I go to bed, and I give him a nice one back. Then I go upstairs to my room and get into bed naked. I lie there for a while thinking about the day whilst absent-mindedly feeling at my cock. As usual, it's as hard as a nail and waiting for the feelings. I've switched off the main light and just the bedside lamp is on. I stare at the ceiling and picture Zac lying on the rock at Smuggler's Cove and remember what his hard cock was like. Squidward. LOL. He liked that! I like that. What would Squidward be doing to me now if he was in bed with me? Probably trying to get inside my bum. LOL. Naughty boy! But Squidward has always loved me. He wanted to get up my tiny bum when I was a little boy. Yes, he's very naughty. LOL. How would he do it? I turn over. Like this with me lying on my tummy? What's my bum like to him? It's soft and nice to feel at. Warm. Especially inside my bum cheeks. He'd tickle my bum hole first to work me up, then he'd put lots of gel or stuff on my hole and try to worm his way inside me. That's it, Squidward... push it in me. Right in as far as you can get. Are you inside me now? Yes? Now what? You want to fuck me? Naughty boy! Go on then! But don't hurt me! That's it! Fuck me Squidward! I want to give you those nice feelings. I want... I want... I want you Zac. I want you holding me like you used to hold that boy you had. I want to give you the feelings. They're important to you. They're important to me. The feelings. I can understand that. Oh Zac... I love you so much and I want you to love me back as much as I love you. Oh Zac... not like this. Let me turn over. That's it, now you can love me properly. Yes, you can kiss me. I want you to kiss me. Your kisses are wonderful. When you kiss me I know how much you love me. You can have me Zac, and give me the feelings if you promise to keep on loving me. That's it Zac. Play with my cock. Hold it really tight and play with it. Give me the feelings, Zac! Yes! Yes! Yessssss!!!! Ohhhhh!!! Ohhhhhh!!! Yesssssssssss!!!!!
Thank you Zac. That was lovely. Oh Zac. I love you so much! I always have ever since I first saw you! Oh Zac, you should have made me do it when I was a little boy. I would have let you then. I could get the feelings when I was eight years old. I would have let you, and by now I would be able to have Squidward right inside me having the feelings. It's my fault, Zac. I should have told you that I loved you! It's my fault! That's why I'm crying, Zac. It's my fault. It's all my fault. I should have told you!
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Zachary Blair says...
The traffic is heavy when I filter off the A30 onto the M5 north to take me on the final stretch of my journey home to Bristol. Providing there are no hold-ups, an hour and a half will do it. I settle to a steady 70 MPH in the centre lane, and after twenty minutes the traffic becomes lighter, which gives me time to think.
Everything is pretty much done and dusted with the bungalow at Davidstow. Ted was right when he said he would be a good reference. They telephoned him directly, and as soon as the lady put the telephone down I knew it would be. They didn't even bother asking for any more references. They just gave me a key to the place, and me and Ann went to view it.
The moment I walked into the bungalow I knew it was exactly what I wanted. Because it's fully furnished, the only thing I'll need is my own bedding and some food. They were wrong when they said it was gas fired central heating; it's actually oil fired, and the tank is half full, so I don't have to bother with that for a while; probably not until late autumn. Ann was enthusiastic about it, and she particularly liked the large, brown, soft-leather sofa and easy chairs and thick hearthrug in front of the gas fire. I liked them for a different reason; I was imagining Freddie lying in my arms on the sofa; preferably naked. It was described as a two bed-roomed place, but the smaller bedroom isn't big enough to swing a cat round. The main one is fine, and so is the brand new double bed that will be mine and Freddie's love nest when I can wangle him into having a stayover. That's if he wants to sleep with me.
A stayover. How can I arrange that? Maybe when Freddie and Kris say they're going camping? Instead of going camping, they can both stay at my place. That should be fun! Kris. I really like him. If it wasn't for Freddie, I'd like to spend a night with him. He's a cheeky and forward little devil, and I reckon he would bring that precociousness into the bedroom with him. He'd be a bundle of fun in bed with his cheeky, freckled face grinning up at me, and his unruly mop of hair flopping on the pillow every time I thrust into him. I'd make him giggle!
When we went back to the estate agent's, I made out a cheque for the three month's rent and security deposit, and that was it. I've even got the keys to the place, so I can move in as soon as I've sorted things at home. And my new boss is pleased. I rang him as soon as things were signed and sealed, and I start work on 21st June.
**********
"So, are you going to like the job? Will you be alright living in the countryside for so long?" dad asks while we're all eating dinner.
"Yes. I've always liked North Cornwall. I'm not really a big city person since I did the South American tour. I'm close to the beaches; Launceston is a nice town; Davidstow is quiet so I can do my studying in peace, and I've got a reasonably well-paid job while I'm doing it." I look at mum across the table. "And I'm not too far away from you, and you're not too far away from me. We can spend some holidays together if you decide to go to Cornwall."
Mum smiles at me. "It wouldn't be anything to do with you being near Roxanne, would it?"
I grin at her. "No, Mum. She's courting a lad from Weymouth. From what Freddie tells me, he's a bit of a boor, always trying to make him feel little. Freddie hates him."
"How is Freddie?" James asks.
"He's fine. Ann is worried that he's slipping in his grades, so I've offered to help him if he wants me to. He said to send you all his regards. He's a big lad now. Not like that little imp we met all those years ago. He's a typical teenager. Mostly one syllable replies, or else he's giggling his head off at some of the things he and his mate Kris get up to. He and I went up to Bossiney one day and spent a great day together. Ann and Ted thought it was their birthday that they could spend a whole day without him at heel."
Dad laughs. "I'll bet they did. And Rose, how is she doing?"
"She's doing really well. They think she might make the Olympics one day."
Mum nods. "Good girl! I always knew she would do well."
**********
Mum and dad have gone to a Rotary evening, and there's just me and James at home. I'm in my room, packing things when he comes into me. Although he begins to help me, I can tell something is on his mind, and I know I'm right when he says, "How is Freddie? Really, how is he?"
I don't look at James when I reply. "He's fine. Really!"
"It was because of me you know."
"What was?"
"That he was ill."
"I know. Don't worry about it. It was just one of those things, but he's fine now. How did you know he was ill?"
"I heard mum and dad talking about it. It was about a year later. I didn't realise."
I turn and put a hand on his shoulder. "James, stop worrying. It wasn't your fault. Freddie's fine. He really is! Are you okay? Are you still harbouring thoughts about him?"
James shrugs his shoulders. "Sometimes I think about him. I had a crush on him you know."
"I know you did. I knew it the first time I saw you with him when you were holding his hand by the sea."
James looks puzzled. "How did you know?"
I grin at him. "I could tell. Don't worry about it. It was just one of those boyhood crushes we all get until we grow up and discover what we really are. I had a couple myself. Did I ever tell you that I fell in love with Ralph Simcox?"
James giggles. "Ralph Simcox!"
I laugh. "Yes, Ralph Simcox. At least your Freddie was better looking than my Ralph Simcox with his pimply face."
James shakes his head. "God! Ralph Simcox! Do you know what he's doing now?"
"No. What's he doing?"
"He's a bloody window cleaner. Last time I saw him, he was cleaning windows in the High Street."
I laugh again. "There you go then. I fell in love with a bloody window cleaner, and you had a crush on a kid from Camelford. So we can now help each other out. I'll educate the love you left behind, and if you start your own business in town one day, you can use my ex-crush to clean your bloody windows."
James giggles. "I quite fancy Ralph Simcox. We'll do a swap. You can have Freddie, and I'll have your ex-crush."
I snigger. "I've got a much better idea. You have Ralph Simcox and I'll take Shannon off your hands. I've always fancied her."
James, still giggling, gives me the two fingers as he walks from my room, and he says, "Do your own packing, and keep your beady eyes off my woman."
Just as he's going out the door, I shout, "I'll be in her knickers before you."
He yells back, "You're too late."
I can't stop giggling when he's gone, but I'm also thinking how well Freddie did all those years ago to distract the scent from us. The clever boy. He might be struggling with his grades, but there's nothing wrong with his ability to think on his feet, and the way we're going, that could yet prove to be invaluable to us in the future."
**********
It's lovely and warm; an almost cloudless day when I turn the car into the drive of the bungalow at just turned noon, an hour before I've arranged to meet Freddie here.
I've missed him like hell, but at least our texting and phoning has kept us in touch. We have a secret way of doing it – he'll always text me first when the coast is clear and there's nobody around to interrupt our chat. And, of course, we both delete all our conversations as soon as we're done.
The car is packed with two suitcases and other things that I'll need, including a load of stuff that mum bought me such as duvets and pillows and enough food to last me a week. I've switched the fridge and freezer on, and am just carrying the ice-box in through the front door when a familiar voice says, "So you made it then!"
I turn and see a grinning Kris striding towards me, and I grin at him. "Hello, Mr Krabs. I might have known you would show your ugly mug at some point."
He laughs, picks up a holdall from the open boot, and follows me in. "Where do you want this?"
I point to the bedroom. "In there. On my bed."
He giggles. "On Freddie's bed you mean. Which is my bed?"
"You can share the big one with us if you're feeling lonely."
I can't see his face when he's walking towards the bedroom, but I can imagine he's got a grin on his face from ear to ear judging by his cheeky comment, "We can do it now if you want."
It's a good job Kris isn't aware of my thoughts. The moment I saw him wearing only football shorts and no top, I got a semi-hard on thinking how good it would be to be pounding away at his cute little bottom. And he has got a cute little bum, just as he's got the kind of body I like. He's slim and wiry, with very little fat on him, and his little posterior is one of the cutest bubble-butts I've ever seen. I decide to tease him. "Get your pants off then. We'll just have time for a quick one before Freddie gets here."
Some boys are precocious, and Kris is the most precocious boy I've ever met, because when he returns to the kitchen where I am, he pulls down the front of his shorts to reveal an erection about the right size for a boy his stature, grins at me, and says, "Any time you want it, just let me know." Then he pulls up his shorts, and asks, "What else can I do for you?"
I chuckle at him. "If Freddie catches you doing that, he'll kick your arse."
Another grin... and a cheeky wink. "He's got to catch me first." He looks at his watch. "I forgot to tell you. Freddie phoned me and said he won't be here until three. Something about his dad taking him to Wadebridge to get a new uniform."
"He didn't phone me!"
"He tried to, but he couldn't get a signal. They're crap down here at times. That's why I'm here, to tell you that he'll be late."
I grin at him. "I thought you were here for the sex."
"I am, but you don't seem interested, so I'll help you unload. What do you want me to do next?"
I point to some pillows and a duvet that I've already pulled out of their cellophane bags, and tell him to take them to the bedroom. Then, when he's gone, I root out the duvet cover and pillow cases, and go to the bedroom to put them on. When I get there, Kris is lying on the bed with his hands behind his head, and his little dick is tenting in his shorts. I grin at him, point to his trainers, and say, "You shouldn't be on the bed in those trainers!" His answer is typical Kris; he removes them, throws them on the floor, and then, wearing a massive grin, adopts his previous position. I grin and shake my head. "You know I'm attracted to little boys with a hard on, so you'd better get out of here while your bum is still intact."
"Freddie says he doesn't want it up the bum, so what are you going to do about that?"
"And how do you know that?"
"We talk. Not about everything, but we talk. I know you're both mad about one another, and have been for years." He wrinkles his nose. "You're both a pair of strange buggers. How can you be in love if you don't want to be having it off with each other?" Then he grins. "I'll put that another way... how will you manage now you know he isn't going to let you do him?"
I pull a pillow from under his legs and begin to put the cover over it. "We'll manage. And what are the things you don't talk about."
I've finished fitting the pillow case, so Kris pulls another pillow from under him and throws it at me. "I haven't told him that that it gives me a hard on when he talks about you."
I smile at him and look down at the cute face now lying on the pillow that I've just covered, and recall my thoughts that I'd love to pound his arse while his blonde haired head was bouncing on the pillow. "So, you're gay, too?"
He shrugs his shoulders. "You know I am. I know Freddie's told you about me, and he's told me all about you. That's why I said I get a hard on when he talks about you." He grins, and again pulls down the front of his shorts to reveal his erection. "Because Freddie's a waste of space that way, you can practice on me if you want."
"And if I did, what would I do when you told Freddie that I had?"
He shrugs his shoulders again. "I don't think he'd bother too much. All he's bothered about is that you don't stop loving him."
I look down again at the sexy little sod on my bed. He's pulled his white shorts down in a v-shape to just below his balls. Because his walnut-like sac is taught, I can't tell how big they are, but the tiny seedlings of blonde hair sprouting just above the base of his rigid, slim dick that he's fondling tell me that he's reaching puberty. I like his dick, especially because it's fully engorged and every tissue is straining at the skin enfolding it, which tells me how worked up he is. He strokes it gently with his small fingers, and both of us watch the slim, four-incher throbbing as if it's beckoning me to him. I look up at his face, which is now serious, and then back at the object of his boyhood. Kris is no dummy, and he knows I want him. Then, in one swift movement, he removes his shorts completely, lies back on the bed, opens his legs wide, and stares at my face, daring me to take him.
I point a finger at him. Then I go the front door and lock it, and when I return to the bedroom, Kris's face, because he thinks he's almost won, has a sort of smirk on it. I'm about to ask him not to say anything when it's as if he reads my mind, and says, "I won't tell Freddie if you don't want me to."
I sit on the edge of the bed and run a hand along the smoothness of both his legs, right up to the soft inner thighs, and fondle his ballsac to feel at the size of his balls. They're well-formed, and I reckon he's well into puberty, and if I'm right, he'll be able to produce some boy juices that I love to taste and swallow. Then, with the flat of my hand, I press his rigid dick onto his lower belly and roll it from side to side. I look up and see that he's closed his eyes and is straining to enjoy the sensuality of the moment. But I want more of him, so I leave his dick and fondle his slim waist and chest, and pluck at his nipples, which become erect and tender. I can tell by the sighs escaping from him that he's enjoying what I'm doing to him, so I continue for a while before venturing onto his shoulders and neck. Then I take my hand off him, and wait.
It's not long before Kris opens his eyes and gives me a puzzled look when he says, "We're not stopping, are we?"
I feel a sense of triumph that I've turned the tables on him. I stare into his eyes. "That's up to you. You can get dressed and walk out of here, or you can stay and go the whole way. There's no halfway house. This is real sex, so make your mind up, but the next thing that's going to happen is that I'm going to strip naked, and you're going to turn over so I can get to the other side of you. I only know half of you yet!"
He frowns, and says, "Are you going to fuck me?"
"Have you ever done it before?"
Kris swallows hard. "No. Does it hurt?"
I shrug my shoulders. "I don't know. I've never had a dick up my arse either. So, it's make your mind up time."
I know the decision before Kris opens his mouth. Instead of looking sheepish, he grins, and says, "I'll pass for now and do it myself later." His grin becomes even wider. "I'll have something to think about while I'm doing it."
I smile at him, and stroke the hair from his forehead. "That's fine with me. And just so you know, I think you're a sexy little sod and would have loved to, but I'd never make you do anything you didn't want. I don't abuse boys... I only give them what they want."
Kris licks his tongue out at me. "You didn't give me what I wanted."
"And what was that?"
"I wanted you to suck me off."
I take hold of his still hard dick, and fondle it. "Maybe another day, eh? Now is not really a good time."
He gives me a quizzical look. "Because you're thinking about Freddie?"
I squeeze his dick with two fingers. "Yes. Things are too complicated at the moment."
"Will you tell Freddie what we've done?"
I get up from the bed, pick up his shorts, throw them at him, and wink at him. "We haven't done anything."
I'm just about to walk through the door of the bedroom when Kris asks, "Do you really like me Zac?"
I turn back to him. "I think you're gorgeous, and I've just told you that I would have loved to have carried on if things weren't so complicated. Now are you going to get dressed and piss off, or are you going to help me unpack?"
Kris grins. "I'll help you unpack, but I'll leave you and Freddie alone when he gets here."
I grin at him. "You've no need to go. We won't be doing anything sexy."
"Won't you try?"
"No. Just as I respect you too much to make you have it up your gorgeous little bottom, I love him too much to try anything. And to be honest, Kris, I really don't know what Freddie wants."
Kris nods. "Freddie loves you. I'm sorry for trying to tempt you away from him. I wasn't really trying to pinch you off him. I just think you're dead sexy, and I'm gay and up for it. It wouldn't be the same as you and Freddie. It would just be sex with us if you ever wanted me."
I smile at him. "If it wasn't for Freddie, then we would have had a good time. But I don't ever want to hurt him again. Do you understand?"
Kris gets off the bed, turns around, bends over, and wiggles his cute bum at me. Then he looks over his shoulder and chuckles when he says, "Of course I do you daft sod. I'll let you do it one day when Freddie gives you permission."
I laugh at his cheeky remark. "And you think he will?"
Kris laughs. "I know something you don't."
"And what's that?"
"I've done something you won't be able to do."
"And what would that be?"
Another laugh. "I've sucked him off a few times. He likes it."
I chuckle. "Boys together, eh? And what else have you been up to?"
He pulls a silly face. "Just wanking each other. We do it when we go camping. He can make spunk now." He gives me a precocious wink. "That's the bit I like, so prepare yourself for me."
I laugh, and as I'm walking away, I call back, "And pigs might fly."
I laugh even more when I hear a series of pig-like honks following me. Kris is a sexy little gem.
I unlock the door, and sense a presence behind me. When I turn, Kris is standing in the hallway looking apprehensive. I'm puzzled, so I ask him, "Something wrong, Kris?"
He looks sheepish when he says, "Zac... can we have a little talk?"
I'm intrigued. "Yes. What's it about? You... or Freddie?"
He shrugs his shoulders. "Freddie mostly. I think there's something you should know. Something that happened between us that might affect you and him if you're not careful. Can we go on the sofa and talk?"
I nod, place a hand on his shoulder, lead him into the lounge, and settle him down before sitting directly next to him. I can see that he's agitated, so I stroke his hair and smile at him when I ask, "Spit it out then Kris."
He is sheepish, and won't look at me when he says, "I've just told you that me and Freddie do stuff sometimes. It was about a year ago when it happened. It was just after he started making stuff. He used to be really moody at times."
I stroke his hair again. "Puberty. His hormones would be in turmoil." I grin at him. "And I do hear that it can be a difficult time for randy little boys."
Kris grins. "It never made me moody. All I wanted was to do it twenty four hours a day."
I laugh. "Why does that not surprise me with you?"
He giggles, and then becomes serious again. "I've told you we used to wank and stuff, and if he'd let me, I'd suck him off. Then something funny began to happen. I would be in the middle of doing it to him when his cock would suddenly go soft, so after a bit I stopped doing it with him. I thought it was because he was sickened because he was doing it with a queer boy like me. You know, sort of me being gay made him sick when he thought about it. I stopped being friends with him for about two weeks. It really hurt me."
I move a little closer, put an arm around his shoulder, and he snuggles into me when I say, "I can imagine you would be, Kris. I would probably have done the same thing as you. Is that all?"
Kris shakes his head. "No. After a couple of weeks of us not being friends, Kris came up to my house on his bike and asked if I was coming out. I nearly told him to fuck off, but I really still liked him, so I got my bike and we went to a favourite place where we play near the cheese factory."
"Where you do stuff sometimes?"
"Sometimes, but mostly we do scrambling and stuff on our bikes there. Anyway, after a bit he asked me why I wasn't being friends with him. I couldn't help it... I started crying. Then it all came out. I told him what I'd been thinking. He went mad and slung his bike in a hedge. He was so mad that I was frightened he might beat me up. Then he started crying. Then he made us go to the place where we sometimes do stuff, but we didn't do anything. He made me sit down and then we hugged. Then we were both crying. Then he told me why he kept going soft when I was doing stuff to him. That's why I'm worried about you and him."
I hug Kris a bit tighter. "Tell me about it, Kris."
"Well, he told me that it was about the same time of the year when he first met you. He said that what was happening when he went soft is that he kept getting flashbacks. He said he kept getting flashbacks about you holding him. I thought it was daft because I always thought that part of him loving you was because he loved you holding his body. He used to tell me how you would hold him and pick him up and how he'd hug you tight. Then he said something that hurt me, but sort of didn't hurt me. He told me that when he got the flashbacks, it was because he was thinking that you were the only person who was allowed to touch him that way. I thought that was daft, because I know you never did anything. Did you?"
I'm non-committal when I answer, "We only ever spent time together on the beach and in restaurants."
Kris shrugs his shoulders again. "That's what I thought, and anyway, he says he isn't gay, so I couldn't work out why he thought you were allowed to touch him that way." Kris giggles. "Anyway, we made up and he let me wank him off and suck him off and his cock was rock hard all the time after that." He chuckles even louder. "Then he did me properly as if he was a proper gay like me."
I kiss the top of his blonde head. "So it was sorted. And he's not had any more flashbacks since?"
"Not to my knowledge. Well, not when he's done it with me he hasn't."
I lift his chin up and grin into his face. "Perhaps he does it with his other boyfriend then."
Kris looks puzzled. "His other boyfriend?"
I kiss his cute little nose. "I'm only kidding you, you daft bugger. Actually, I'm beginning to think he loves you as much as he does me, and you're not far behind in the loving him stakes. I don't think I've ever seen two mates as close as you two."
Kris pulls a face at me. "Don't be daft. We just do stuff together and sometimes enjoy a bit of sexy stuff like all kids do."
I grin at him. "A bit! You're like two bloody rabbits! Anyway, thanks for telling me all this. One thing it does tell us is that if Freddie is still getting flashbacks, then that bloody counsellor didn't get to the bottom of Freddie's problem."
Kris giggles. "That makes two of us then. He doesn't let me play with his bottom, but I do hear that Freddie let you play with it."
I chuckle. "It was just a quick fondle so he wouldn't be bothered with me trying to feel him up all the time. Sort of... have a quick feel now because that's the last chance you'll get."
More giggles from Kris. "I'm beginning to wish I'd turned over on the bed now."
We both smile into each other's eyes, and to reward this special little man for being what he is, I lean down and give him a quick peck on the lips. Then I tell him, "I'm pleased you didn't. You're becoming irresistible you beautiful little sod, so we'd better get back to sorting things out before you find yourself with eight inches up your backside."
Kris gets off the sofa quickly, bends over and pulls his shorts down, waggles his cute, bare bum at me, and when I make a grab for him, he runs off laughing fit to burst. I think about chasing after him, but what he's told me about Freddie having flashbacks worries me. They're a sign of post traumatic stress disorder, and he may still be having them. Why? I think I know why. He told me that when he got the flashbacks, it was because he was thinking that you were the only person who was allowed to touch him that way. Surely Freddie can't remember. He was only eight years old and the only thing little boys like that know about their penises is that they're for peeing out of! There are some who know more, but they're usually kids who have been sexualised from an early age. Surely not in Freddie's case! He was just an innocent little boy when I... When I! Was it me? Oh, God!
To be continued...
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