Date: Fri, 16 Mar 2012 08:28:54 +0000 From: Ivor Sukwell Subject: Decisions: The Final Decision Wish fulfilment and masturbation fantasy.........don't read it if you know you shouldn't. The Final Decision A story by Ivor Sukwell Summer became autumn and that meant a return to school for Tasty, though it was not quite the same Tasty who started Year Ten as the one who had finished Year Nine. The sullen, disruptive, belligerent boy who had plagued teachers relentlessly was now almost cheerful, not at all aggressive, and destroyed not a single lesson. His mates, naturally, teased him, if that is the correct word, about his change of attitude, but he shrugged them off; "Won't get no fuckin' job if I don't get no fuckin' GCSE's, will I," he said, an attitude admired by his teachers and ridiculed by his peers. Unlike his peers, his mother did not take the piss over his attitude changes, which, incredibly, included him becoming almost civilised about the house, even going so far as to offer to get supper ready for when she got home after her long day's work. "Yer wot?" she'd said in shock when he suggested it. "Does fuckin' `ome economics don' I; might as well make sum fuckin' use of it," he'd said with a dismissive shrug. A psychologist, cognisant with some of the facts, might have concluded that the change was the result of him now having a father figure, an adult male he could relate to. Had that psychologist also been aware that, for Tasty, the man in his life was no father figure, but `a perv wot sucked cock sumfin magic' he might have wished to at least reconsider his established ideas on the nature of relationships between men and boys. The only problem for Tasty was that, although Perv did `suck `is cock sumfin magic', he did not suck it anywhere near enough for Tasty's satisfaction. "Wot's the use ov `avin' a perv if yer still gotta do yer own wankin' all the time?" he asked his mirror image, but the image could not give a decent reply. "Yer lorst intrest in me cock?" he asked Perv one Wednesday evening when they were driving around hoping to find somewhere safe and dark. "Does it feel as though I have?" Perv responded, reasonably enough as he was driving one handed, his left hand being down inside Tasty's trackies. Frustrated as he was from having over-filled balls, Tasty was forced to grin, but refused to be distracted from his point. "Fuckin' `ardly ever sucks me nah," he complained. "Tell me about it," Perv agreed fervently and squeezed the boy's cock intending to try to demonstrate his considerable interest and delight in it. "So few places we can go where I can do it for you properly." "Can always get me close wiv yer `and dahn me trackies," Tasty suggested, "Then just get yer marf rahnd it fer me spunk." Perv found a place to park in a side street and produced his cigarettes. It was a residential street so he couldn't even risk putting an arm round the boy's shoulder in case someone might be looking out from a darkened upstairs window. "Pissing me off as well," he sympathised with Tasty, "Nothing I'd rather do right now than get your trackies round your ankles, give you a good cuddle and then suck every drop of your spunk out. But," he gestured at the houses all around, "Be a bit dangerous, don't you think." "Yeh," Tasty agreed sadly and then had an idea. "Wot abaht the industral estate?" Perv shook his head, "Police patrol that all the time, unfortunately." "Fuck!" Tasty expressed his feelings about such inconsiderate behaviour by the law. "Gotta be sumwear yer can giv me a quickie." "Don't want to give you a quickie, want to give you a longy. You're too special for just quickies." Saying things like that was, Perv knew, dangerously close to disclosing emotional realities, but he said it anyway. "Daft cunt," Tasty snorted, "Still be gettin' me cock in yer marf, woodn't yer." He too, was careful to avoid any emotional suggestions. Cock suckin' were safe, weren't it, finkin' abaht why yer did it was well dodgy. "I know it's weird," Perv said, "But feeling your cock like this is,................I don't know,...........a sort of special way of cuddling you. Sucking you is something even more special, and it wouldn't feel right for me unless we could do it like we have before." "Wot, wiv me trackies rahnd me ankles an' me shirt orf?" Tasty clarified. "Or in bed," Perv confessed his real desire, "And that's when it will feel right for you to do stuff to me if you want to." "Course I want to," Tasty affirmed, and, strangely, he meant it, though fuck knows why he wanted to do fings wiv a bloke's cock. "But ain't no chance of doin' it in a bed, is there. I mean, can't use yers cos yer got a famlee, an' me ol' lady's always `ome in the evenin's, so we can't use mine." "The chance will come," Perv assured him, "And when it does it will be the best day of my life." Well, that were fuckin' stupid, weren't it; `ow could goin' ter bed wiv a boy be that speshul? Tasty, who up till now, hadn't bothered a toss whether he was naked in bed or just had his cock out in the school bogs when he wanked, initially found these reservations a little odd, but came to think they added something to their relationship. Not, of course, that there was anything really special about their relationship, was there, it was just a perv sucking a kid's cock, nothing more. ***** In Perv's household, some things had improved and others deteriorated. Marital relationships were at an all time low; his wife had taken to `going out with the girls' two or three times a week, forcing Perv to change his working hours and spend more time at home some evenings to look after his boys. Surprisingly, that was something he found far less unpleasant than he had expected, perhaps due to his rekindled interest in adolescent boys. He even started talking with them, and, incredibly, they talked back. They had noticed, though this was something they did not mention, that, as their mother became more and more morose and unpleasant, their father became almost human. Privately they concluded that a divorce was in the offing and that their male parent had found himself `a bit on the side'. "Good for him," the elder boy, Luke said to his brother Joe, "Having to sleep with her every night can't be a load of fun." "You think she might be having an affair as well?" Joe wondered, "She never used to go out in the evenings." "Who'd want her?" Luke dismissed the idea "Right proper cow now, ain't she!" "No point in asking if we can move the rooms around with her in these moods," the younger reflected. The boys had conceived the idea of changing one of their rooms into a study stroke computer room and sharing the other bedroom. "What do you think!" Luke snorted and the subject was dropped. Meanwhile, in a less affluent, and far less well spoken, part of west London, there were also changes to the established pattern of life. "I'm gonna be goin' aht Fridee nigh'," Tasty's mother told him at supper one evening, "Probly won't be back till late, so don't wait up an' don't lock the door wen yer gets in." "Wot?" Tasty exclaimed, "Yer never goes aht! Wot yer doin'?" "Just an evenin' aht wiv sum peeps from work," she said, lighting a fag. Tasty helped himself to one of his own – his mother had known he smoked since he was about ten and had realised the futility of complaining. His mother did note that the packet he took out was an almost full twenty, but she had more sense than to mention it; there were some things it was better not to know about. "If it goes alright," she went on, "Probly be doin' it regler, like." "Got a bloke, `as yer?" Tasty wondered. There were no reason why `is muvver shouldn't `ave, she were only abaht firty ar'er all. Odd though; she'd `ad `im wen she were fifteen an' never seen the bloke wot knocked `er up agen. `Adn't showed no intrest in blokes agen, far as `ee knew. "No I ain't," she retorted, "Cheeky bugger." She did blush a bit when she said it, though. "Well, yer fuckin' shood do," Tasty responded, looking at his mother in the appraising way teenage boys look at females of a fuckable age, "Yer still a bit ov awlright, yer know." He said it with a cheeky grin, knowing that whatever his mother's outward reaction might be, she would, in reality, appreciate the remark. His relationship with his mother, though perhaps a little basic, was good and open and they never had any difficulty in communicating, possibly because their time together was limited. "Cheeky bugger," she said once more, and although she smiled, she wondered secretly how her son would react when he learned the truth. He didn't tell Perv about the possibility of future Friday evenings being spent in his bedroom in case whatever his mother was doing didn't work out, and it would be wicked to spring that as a surprise one Friday, taking Perv back to his place instead of driving around hoping to find somewhere dark and quiet. On the Saturday he went off, cheerful as fuck, for his football match. Mother had got home at gone two in the morning, and in a well good mood at breakfast; and, yes, she would be going out again next Friday and would probably stay out all night if that was ok by him. Was it fuckin' ok? Was it ever! Perv'd be able to suck `im proper, in `is own bed, an' do it a fuck sight more times than once, an' all! It was a very happy Tasty who arrived at the Rangers youth ground for his Under Fourteen League match. He was a regular member of the team, playing up front in a 4 4 2 formation where he partnered a kid called Luke. They weren't exactly mates, because Luke came from a posher part of the borough and went to a different school, but they were mates at weekends when they had matches, and on Tuesdays when they trained. They had to get on well on the field and so they got on well off it. Tasty looked around, expecting, as usual, to spot Luke waiting for him so they could nip behind the rather primitive changing rooms for a quick fag. He did spot Luke, but instead of being on his own, he had a man with him, a man, Tasty instantly recognised as Perv! Not only were man and boy chatting in a way that clearly showed they knew each other, but the man had his arm around the boy's shoulder and the boy didn't seem at all bothered by such a public display of affection. `Fuckin' cunt! Fuckin' basterd cunt! No wonder `ee ain't bin bovered abaht not suckin' me for ages; `ee's got anuver fuckin' kid ter gobble, ain't `ee! Fuckin' cunt!' This thought surged instantly into Tasty's insecure mind as he watched, from a distance, the pair say something final, smile at each other and part, Luke heading towards the building, the man staying where he was. Tasty didn't give a toss if Perv had seen him or not, he wanted to have things out with Luke. The fact that it would be instant, total, death and social destruction if anyone knew they were doing things with a man never even entered Tasty's enraged mind. Having a mate nick yer own personal perv was just not on! "Right, Josh," Luke called out cheerfully when he saw Tasty approaching, and Tasty's rage dimmed a bit and his heart sunk even lower. `Ee didn't `ave a chance `gainst this kid; Luke wos just the sorta boy a perv would go fer; fuckin' sight better lookin' fer starters. `Ee di'nt `ave no pinched up face, did `ee, nah, `is was rounder, nicer, wiv skin that weren't the culler of fuckin' chalk; an' `ee had blond `air an' all, an' wiv them big brahn eyes `ee were just the sorta boy a perv would go fer, fuckin' cunt! `Ee wanted ter smash the fuckin' kid's pretty fuckin' face in, din't `ee, show `im wot `appened to cunts wot nicked anuver boy's perv; an' then wen Perv saw `im all smashed up like, `ee'd ask the kid who dun it ter him an' `ee'd point at Tasty, an' that'd show Perv wot he fort abaht `im goin' orf wiv anuver kid, woodn' it! Yeh, that'd fuckin' show `im awlright! He didn't do any of that though, because he liked Luke, and the kid couldn't have any idea that he'd stolen Tasty's perv, so it wasn't the kid's fault. Instead, he swallowed his jealous anger and accepted the fag Luke was offering him, though he couldn't resist one barbed comment. He wanted his words to come out dripping with poisonous snake venom, but they came out with a grin instead. "Oo's the bloke, then?" he asked, "Yer boyfriend?" If he'd said it seriously it would have been an insult and a challenge to a fight because Luke would have to defend his masculinity, but said as a joke it was just teasing. Of course, if Luke was going with Perv, he'd come up with some evasive answer, like `he didn't know who the guy was, never seen him before', that sort of thing and Tasty would know he was right, that Perv had dumped him and gone for much better looking Luke instead. An' there ain't no fuckin' chance I'll be layin' nuffin' orf for yer today, `orspitle passes is all yer'll get from me, mate! Luke looked sharply at Tasty; the boy came from down the hill, the rough part of the borough where kids kicked the shit out of other kids just for the fun of it. If there was any hint that he meant that remark in any way seriously, then a fight was coming. Instinctively, Luke gripped his hands into fists while he scanned the boy's pinched face. He was smiling, not nasty smiling, but there was something else, something behind the smile that Luke could not place. `Play safe,' Luke's instincts told him, `Take it like a joke.' "Oh, yeh," Luke grinned back, "Like I'd bring me boyfriend here for all the team to see him. Go down well, that would! He's me father, you daft cunt." Anger drained from Tasty, relief flooded in to replace it, relief that showed on his face and did not go unnoticed by Luke. "Don't useully come an' watch, do `ee," Tasty said – he had to say something, and that seemed harmless enough. "Never," Luke confirmed, "I think he just wanted an excuse to get out of the house." Tasty sucked on his cigarette and raised his eyebrows in an unspoken request for further information; any information about his perv was useful. "Mother's behaving like a right cow," Luke confided, the feeling of danger dissipated, "But dad's gone the other way, loads more cheerful than he used to be, has been since the summer." Luke looked around to make sure no-one else was within hearing distance and said softly, "We reckon he's got a bit on the side." "Praps `ee `as," Tasty agreed, hoping his face would not colour up, and, to finally get rid of any ill- feeling his comment about Luke being his father's boyfriend might have caused, he grinned and said as casually as he could, "Fort yer were `is bit on the side wen I saw yer." "As if," Luke giggled. "Yer, as if," Tasty joined in the laugh. Tasty should have left it there, ground out the remains of his cigarette and gone round with Luke to the changing rooms to take his trackies off and put his boots on, but he didn't. Like someone who has to scratch an itch even though they know it will bleed, he asked, "Wot wood yer do if `is bit on the side were a boy?" It was just about an acceptable teenage thing to ask, but only in the light of the previous, joking, remarks about Luke and his father. Luke shot a look at Tasty, but the boy was staring at the ground and that, Luke thought, was wrong, because if it had been just a jokey continuation of the earlier stuff, then Tasty should have been looking at him, grinning. "Wouldn't give a fuck," Luke said after a moment's thought; "Who he goes to bed with is his business." Luke kept looking at Tasty, searching for a reaction, but the boy kept staring at the ground and shuffling his foot about. "We shood go an' get changed," Tasty finally said, and they wandered off, Luke's alert mind wondering about all sorts of possibilities. Nothing wrong with Tasty's behaviour on the pitch, though, and he provided his strike partner with two glorious scoring opportunities that Luke gleefully slotted away. Back in the changing room after the game, the boys pulled on their trackies over their muddy shorts and knees. No-one actually changed their full kit, teenage, homophobic prudity eliminated any possibility of a boy revealing even the merest glimpse of his possessions; however dirty and wet they were, even soaked right through to their underwear, nothing was ever exposed. Soaking underwear was never a problem for Tasty of course – even for football there was never, ever, anything but boy beneath his shorts. "Come an' meet my dad," Luke said on impulse, once the boys were fully clad. "Nah, yer awlright," Tasty shrugged, "Gonna `ave a fag." "Come on," Luke grabbed the other boy by the arm, dragging him doorwards; "He's actually ok for a parent. Probably won't even mind if you spark up in front of him." Tasty was, of course, perfectly well aware that Perv wouldn't mind him smoking, after all, he'd bought the cigarettes in the first place, but to meet him, meet him here, with Luke, was.......well, it was a bit dodgy to say the least. Luke's enthusiasm for his strike partner to meet his father was not just the boyish enthusiasm that it appeared. Tasty's, or Josh's as Luke knew him, behaviour before the game had been, to say the least, odd, though he`d covered up quite well; not well enough to completely convince Luke though. There was something strange, and Luke had a nagging suspicion that the strangeness had something to do with his father's presence. He wanted to find out more. *** "You gotta promise you'll keep this a secret," Luke told his younger brother about two on the Sunday morning when the younger boy crept quietly into his room and into his bed. "Ain't never said anything yet, have I" Joe pouted, miffed that his brother would even dream that he'd be stupid enough to give away the things they did together. "No, not us, dickhead," Luke whispered. Their parents would be well asleep, but caution still demanded all conversation be in whispers. "You know I said I thought dad might have a bit on the side?" "Yeh," the younger boy sniggered quietly as he reached out a hand for his older sibling's cock. "I think I know who it is," Luke confided, and sighed softly when Joe's hand found its target. The boys had been `playing games' for almost two years, and Joe almost always swallowed the evidence. "Wicked," Joe grinned as he fondled his brother, "What's she like?" "It's not a `she," Luke broke the news, causing Joe's hand to involuntarily grip him tighter. "What? Dad's gay?" "No," Luke reasoned, "He can't be gay.......he produced us, didn't he." "Yeh....." Joe was unconvinced. "But if he's shaggin' a bloke, well, that's gay in'it?" "Not a bloke, it's a boy." "Still gay, though," Joe declared softly. "We're not gay," Luke, his cock firmly in his brother's hand, reasoned. "Course not," Joe agreed. The fact that the brothers sucked each other regularly and even, very occasionally, did something else even more naughty did not make them in the least bit gay. Just boys having a bit of fun together. "Who is he? What's he like? What's his name? How old is he?" The questions rattled out from the younger boy who wanted every detail of this strangely, rather exciting news. Luke recounted the events of the afternoon, ending with, "They knew each other, I'm certain of that; and they didn't want me to know they knew each other. We mustn't let him know we know." Joe agreed with that, it was well exciting that their father had a secret that just had to be kept. It was so exciting that their sixty nine was even better than usual, and Joe would have sworn his brother gave him a larger than average load. *** "You don't think Luke noticed anything, do you?" Perv anxiously asked when he met Tasty later in the week. "Nah," Tasty shrugged, "'Ee probly fort I were a bit embarrassed, that's all." "Embarrassed? Why?" "Cos I said I fort he wos yer boyfriend wen we went fer a fag before kick orf." "You what?" Perv was horrified; how could Tasty have done anything as stupid as that? "Saw yer cuddlin' `im, di'nt I, wen I turned up, an' I fort yer'd dumped me fer `im." "Why would I want to do that?" Perv was mystified. "Cos `ee's a fuckin' sight better lookin' than me, ain't `ee," Tasty shrugged, "An' I fort, fuckin' cunt, I ain't got a chance `gainst `im." "You got more than just a chance against anyone," Perv assured him, moved beyond words that Tasty should have been so upset at the thought of losing him. "Yer mean that?" Tasty asked, something funny happening around his stomach, "Yer really akchully fancies me? Not just me cock?"" "Guess," Perv smiled and put an arm round the boy's shoulder. "Fuck," the boy sighed, relieved to his core, though why he should be relieved that a perv fancied him was something he hadn't quite come to terms with yet. "Yer can `ave me proper on Frydee if yer wants." Now seemed as good a time as any to reveal the news of his bed's availability. In answer to the question on Perv's face, Tasty told him that he thought his mother had found a man and would be out all night on Friday getting shagged. "So, instead ov drivin' rahnd `opin' ter find somewhere we can do fings, yer can cum rahnd my place an' do stuff there." And so he did, parking his car a street away as the boy had advised, "Cos there's a few nosey cunts rahnd `ere," and walking, heart thumping, up to the front door of the small, terraced house. The door opened almost the instant his finger reached the bell push, Tasty had obviously been waiting for him, but it wasn't until he was inside and the front door shut, that he realised the boy was already naked. "Not wasting any time," he smiled at the Tasty. "Fuckin' loves being nakid, don' I," the boy shrugged, and then grinned widely, "Where'd yer wanna do me, dahnstairs or in me bed?" "Do you really need to ask?" "Fuckin' perv," the boy chortled happily, "But if yer fink yer gonna do stuff ter me in me bed wiv yer cloves still on, yer can fink again." Perv had no intentions of doing stuff with the boy while he still had his clothes on, the feel of that wonderful, slender flesh pressed against his own naked skin was something that he had been dreaming of for weeks. It had kept him going through his last few marital activities, but, thankfully, those less than pleasant events had not occurred for a little while now. Tasty inspected him as he undressed, not with lust and desire, but with almost academic interest. He was, actually, interested to find out what effect a naked man had on him. He'd seen loads in the porn he watched, naturally, but they hadn't excited him; it was the things they did that hardened him up for wanking. Perv was certainly nothing special; not a muscle bound Adonis like the porn stars in the straight stuff, nor an overweight, beer-bellied, fur-covered slob like most of the ones in the man/boy vids he'd seen. Bit too much flesh round the middle, but not flobby and disgusting, a bit of hair on his chest and stomach,, massive amount of pubes and hair all over his legs; not at all what Tasty would call sexy; nothing like the image that he saw every day in his mirror, and definitely nothing like he imagined Perv's kid, Luke, would be like. None of that mattered, though, because he was Tasty's perv and he was going to be doing things that Tasty urgently wanted to do. He wasn't quite sure what things, because although he had avidly watched a wide range of porn, he was far from certain that he wanted to do all the things he'd seen, or even why he should want to do any of them. His body, more than his mind, craved the attention it was about to receive, and Tasty was in no mood to argue with his body. "Cum an' get it, then," he chortled, leaping into bed the moment Perv's last item of clothing had been discarded, his next utterance being a long sigh when his naked boy flesh was in full length contact with naked man flesh. Perv was no experienced boy bedder, his practical knowledge of what to do when in bed with a boy was no greater than Tasty's understanding of what to do with a naked man, so the early stages were a little uncertain. A few moments of arms round each other cuddling while they absorbed the reality that they had achieved what, till now, had been the ultimate prize in their mutual, though society forbidden, ambition, and they were actually in bed together, stark naked and with nothing to stop them exploring further. Tentatively, Perv eased a hand between them, searching for Tasty's hardness because there was safety in cock; in all his previous experience, a boy did stuff because his cock needed attention and he knew for absolute, irrefutable fact, that Tasty's cock needed lots of attention. Perv's `sex with boy' ambitions had never extended beyond cock; yes, he'd manually admired every millimetre of the front of Tasty's body between shoulders and knees, but that had been just admiration and a prelude to the main event of sucking the boy dry, but this situation called for more than just a bit of admiration, and Perv really did not know where to start or what the boy would allow. Since his own, unattended, cock was in close proximity to his Tasty cock holding hand, he involved that in the action, getting his hand round both of them and slowly wanking them both together. That actually felt pretty good, so he did it some more. It didn't feel pretty good for Tasty – it felt fuckin' amazin', so fucking amazing that, after less than a minute he had to say, "Ain't wanked since yesterdee mornin' so don' fuckin' rush fings." "Sorry," Perv apologised. "Fuck orf," Tasty sniggered, "Jus' don' wanna do in yer `and wot I wants ter do in yer marf." Ice broken, Perv smiled happily and hugged the boy tightly. Encouraged, Tasty said what he had never ever even dreamed of saying to a man, or a boy, "Do anyfin yer wants ter me, all yers ain't I." "What if...............?" "Fuckin' tell yer if I don' like it, won't I," Tasty interrupted. "Do fings like yer wood if I was a bird." "No," Perv whispered, his hand squeezing Tasty's cock and then cupping his balls, "You are a boy, million times more magic than any bird would be." "Git on wiv it, then," Tasty blushed, embarrassed and utterly delighted by the flattery; "Me balls got least four loads in `em, an' I wants `em empty `fore we finishis." "I want to kiss you," Perv confessed, unsure how this, incredibly gay desire would be received. "Fuckin' do it then," Tasty responded and so he did. His tongue had been in the boy's mouth for two hours, or perhaps two seconds, when Perv understood, with absolute clarity, that, whilst biology and the inbuilt demands for the procreation of the species drove men into needing women, real pleasure, real, total sexual pleasure and enjoyment came from being with a boy. This was the real thing, the other stuff was no more than dressed up duty. Tasty knew from the first moment he opened his mouth for Perv's probing tongue, that this was what he was designed for, what all boys were designed for, to be used and taken by a man. Yeh' he'd fuck cunt wen `ee was older, cos it were natral, weren't it, but `ee'd be lookin' fer a boy ter have proper fun wiv, an' that were fuckin' certain! Mouths locked and hands wandering, Perv found with a shock that a boy's arse was so much nicer to squeeze than a woman's tits and it really was a million times better to find hard cock and delicate, sensitive balls between parted legs than a wet, gaping slit. Tasty knew he would have to get Perv to shave better next time they went to bed, and he wished there was less hair on the man's body, especially round his cock and balls, but that did not distract from the surprising enjoyment he got from having his arse squeezed and the wonderful feel of man hand on his bits and little moans of pure bliss escaped from his throat into Perv's mouth. When the kissing ended and Perv went down on him Tasty responded. Somehow he twisted his lithe body so he could get his mouth on Perv's cock; it wasn't by any means a classical sixty nine position, but it worked, and Tasty suckled greedily on an adult prick that was just a bit longer, though quite a bit thicker, than his own adolescent offering that was all hot and wet inside Perv's mouth. Tasty spunked with a shout but carried on sucking as well as he could until Perv eased him off. "Wanna make yer spunk," Tasty pouted. "Not yet," Perv grinned at him; "I'm not fourteen like you." "Fuckin' wimp," Tasty smiled wonderfully; "Fag break, then we can start agin?" he suggested. Tasty loved the way Perv looked at him, it was all sorta soft and smiley like. Yer, it were well pervy, an' all, cos yer didn't look at a boy like that `less yer wanted ter get his cloves orf, did yer, but `ee din't `ave no cloves on, did `ee, an' Perv were still lookin' at `im like that. "Wot yer finkin'?" he had to ask. "About how fucking lucky I am to have a boy like you," Perv smiled at him. "Wot, in bed, like?" "No......well....yes, of course, that as well; but I meant........well......just have, I suppose. Have as someone special, I mean." "Daft cunt," Tasty grinned; adolescent boys are not all that good at telling a man that they really rather like being `something special' for him. "Fort yer only wanted me cock," he compromised. "Definitely want that," Perv agreed with a big grin; the boy was so refreshing, so uncomplicatedly complicated. "Can `ave that as much as yer want," Tasty offered as though it was nothing to even bother about; "An' anyfin else yer wants an' all." That was said with somewhat less assurance, less certainty. Perv drew slowly on his cigarette, giving himself time to think. He knew what the boy was saying, knew what he was thinking. If they carried on then the question of fucking would arise. He had never fucked a boy, never even thought about doing anything with the back part of a boy, but now he knew the boy's arse was calling to him. That area was unknown to Tasty as well, and the boy, like the man, was facing something new and dangerous – fucking a boy is a long way from sucking him and being fucked by a man is an equally long way from letting one suck your cock. At the moment, their relationship was one of mutual pleasure, pleasure in each other's company as well as the pleasure of cock sucking. How would fucking change that? Would it increase or destroy? "You know where that could go," Perv said carefully. "Course; yer'll wanna fuck me." "Do you want that?" "Dunno; does yer?" "Dunno," Perv repeated Tasty's answer. "What I do know is that I don't want to do anything that could spoil things...............between us," he dared to finish. "Yer fuckin' soft abaht me, ain't yer," Tasty was actually, for once, serious. "Only a bit," Perv grinned, trying to lighten the mood, "Still mostly hard." "Perv," Tasty snorted, "Weren't talkin' abaht yer cock." "I know. And I don't want to frighten you off by admitting that I am." "Ain't gonna fuckin' scare me orf, is yer," Tasty dismissed the very idea; "Ain't gonna get inter bed wiv yer and then run fer me cloves cos yer tells me yer fuckin' likes me." The very idea of being able to talk to a man like this was, in itself, exciting and compelling, and just a bit worrying because it was beyond just a horny boy getting sucked by a perv. What was happening to him? "I'm seriously soft about you," Perv said the words and held his breath, waiting for derision and condemnation. "Sawlright, then" Tasty declared, and impulsively jumped into the unknown. "In that case yer can fuck me an' all if yer wants ter." He swallowed, gulped and said what he really meant, "Cos if yer wants ter, then I wants yer ter." And now he knew he had gone too far, stepped over an invisible line between fun and something else, though he was far from sure what the something else was. He did not want a cock shoved up his arse, that he knew for a cast iron fact; not because it was just too gay to contemplate, but because his arse was for shitting with, it was an exit not an entry point. So why had he just told Perv he could fuck him if he wanted to? And why, before Perv arrived, had he made sure his arse was as clean as clean could be? But if Perv wanted to fuck him, then he wanted Perv to do it – explain that if you can; Tasty couldn't. Perv did not fuck him, but he did use his mouth on him. Perv hadn't yet taken that step in his mind that would lead him to thinking of a boy as something to fuck; a boy was, for him, still a source of oral pleasure, so he tried eating the boy's hole as he had dutifully eaten his wife's minge from time to time. Boy was, once again, far, far better! Once he got started he was totally lost in the pure lust of eating Tasty's hole, a lust that was fuelled still further by the obvious pleasure that Tasty was getting from being eaten out. By the time Perv stopped – through jaw ache rather than loss of desire – Tasty had lost all reservations about being fucked, but as he had spunked twice more while Perv was eating him and handling his cock, and yet again, still being eaten but this time in a sixty nine that allowed him to suck Perv's cock until he, too, sampled a creamy mouthful, he simply didn't have the energy to insist on it. Perv held the boy tight, gave him a little kiss on the forehead before leaving for home. "See you at football tomorrow," he said and Tasty smiled. "Yeh," he said softly, knowing that Perv would be there to see him as much as he would be there because of Luke. In fact Perv turned up not just with Luke, but with Joe as well. The younger boy had insisted to Luke that he wanted to get a look at dad's boyfriend, and said to his father that he just didn't want to be left at home to be nagged at. Luke thought his brother's demand a reasonable one, and Perv, ignorant of his younger son's real desire, found himself agreeing with the excuse he'd been given. Joe was a bit disappointed when Tasty showed up: he'd been expecting something a lot better looking than the rather skinny lad who jogged up to them with a happy smile on his pinched face. Nowhere near as fit as Luke, Joe thought, his expectations of some dazzlingly gorgeous, fair haired, blue eyed beauty dashed to pieces. Joe did spot, though, that the boy's smile was directed first at his father, although the cheerful `Hi' that he uttered was aimed at Luke. He also noted the brightening of his father's face when the boy appeared; `Not a doubt about it,' he thought, `They know each other.' And, being the boy he was, Joe concluded that the reason they knew each other was the one Luke had suggested. His dad had a boyfriend! How wicked was that! It was when they all got home that the bombs began to fall, bombs that did not have the devastating effects that had been intended, anticipated and feared. The first exploded when Perv and his boys returned to find a surprisingly empty house with an envelope addressed to Perv sitting on the table in the kitchen. Its contents were simple, just a note informing Perv that Mrs Perv had left...left for good. "I've found a real man," the note stated, "One who knows how to fuck properly. Don't expect a divorce, because no judge in his right mind would grant you custody of the boys and I don't want to be encumbered with them. You can keep the house, I don't need it and you won't be able to sell it without my signature on a conveyance, and you'll never get that. Good riddance!" Instead of crumpling and sobbing and weeping, Perv read the note a second time to make sure he hadn't misunderstood it, and then pumped the air with his fist, yelling, "Yes! Fucking yes!" at the top of his voice which brought the boys running to see what had caused their father so much pleasure and excitement. He handed the note to Luke, who read it solemnly, passed it to Joe, who did the same before both boys joined their father in another rendition of "Yes! Fucking yes!" Down the bottom of the hill, in a far less affluent part of the borough, a mother summoned up all her courage and spoke to her son. "Sumfin yer gotta know, sumfin we gotta talk abaht," she began, carefully keeping her voice calm. Tasty looked up from the egg, sausage and chips he was shovelling into his mouth; he could tell by his mother's voice that this was something serious. Rapidly he mentally went through all his recent misdeeds and the only one he could think of that was anywhere near serious enough to prompt this was his affair with Perv, but there was no way she could know anything about that. He forked in the last sausage, put his fork down, sat back, just a bit tense in case there was something he'd forgotten, and waited for the explosion. Instead of exploding, his mother lit a cigarette and even passed the packet to Tasty. This was serious then, she never did that before! "I met sumone," she said, voice as flat as she could make it. "Wicked, mum," Tasty enthused, enthusiasm partly engendered by the relief of knowing it was not something he had done. "An' yer probly ain't gonna like it, but yer gotta try ter understand." Tasty nodded, a confirmation of his willingness to assist. "It ain't a man." Tasty blinked a few times as he absorbed that. His mother's dislike of all male creatures apart from himself was well known to him, and, considering she'd been fucked and dumped when she was fourteen, it was nothing too surprising. But, even so................. To his mother's complete amazement, Tasty's face split into a huge grin as he realised all the possible implications. "Yer tellin' me me muvver's a lessie?" he grinned delightedly, not in the least bit disturbed by this failed bombshell. "Wikid, wot's she like? `Ow'd yer meet `er?" It transpired that the meeting had been as accidental as his own first encounter with Perv. His mother had dealt with her last supermarket customer and sighed with relief as the woman, `in `er firties, like me,' had handed over her card for payment. In answer to the question about it being a long day, Tasty's mum had said she was shattered, having started work at seven in the morning and, without a second thought, had accepted the kind offer of a coffee in the supermarket's coffee shop. One thing led to another and, well....."Yer can work aht the rest," his mother sighed. Up the hill, in the leafy, affluent part of town, Luke and Joe, after a short, private discussion, descended on their father who was watching the end of Sky Sports football news, complete with a large, celebratory glass of scotch and a cigarette, actually his third of one and his fifth of the other. "Dad," Luke had been elected as spokesboy, "Now mum's gone, we'd like to do some changes." Perv had been more than a bit surprised by his boy's reaction to their mother's departure, but, well scotched and very happy, he was in the mood to agree to just about anything. "Go on, then, tell me," he couldn't help smirking as he thought again of his new found freedom. "Oh, and help yourself to a cigarette if you want, Luke. You, too, Joe." "How.........................." Luke began, but Perv interrupted him with another grin. "Smelt it on your breaths after football," Perv informed them, "Might as well be open about it now she's not around anymore." "Aren't you gonna throw a wobbly or nothing?" a bemused Joe enquired. "Not much point, is there," Perv cheerfully dragged on his own cigarette. He couldn't very well buy cigarettes for one fourteen year old and yell at another for smoking, could he, and he couldn't leave Joe out of this new, permissive society, wouldn't be fair. Not that he was going to tell his boys about Tasty, was he; permissive yes, stupid no. "So what is it you want to do?" The boys explained their plans for bedroom changes, preparing themselves for pleading after the initial expected refusal. "You sure you want to share a room?" Perv asked. "Yeh," Luke enthused. "An' our beds is well uncomfortable as well, now," Joe explained. We could do with some new ones." "Get on well enough to share a room; cheaper to get a double than two new singles." Perv grinned widely at his own humour, knowing he was going to laugh at the boys' shocked and fervent refusal of such a ridiculous and disgusting thing. Instead he saw two boys look shocked and horrified for a very different reason. Down in the very modest, two bedroomed social housing establishment that Tasty and his mother occupied, Tasty's mum was still trying to get her not over bright head around the fact that her boy had not done one when she broke her news. "Don't fink I'm really a lessie," she explained, "Just can't bear the fort ov a man touchin' me. Not agin; not after............" "Yeh," Tasty nodded, completely understanding, "Just cos yer likes doin' stuff wiv a woman don' make yer a les, do it," he agreed, the thought of his own situation not entirely absent from his mind, "Gotta `ave a bit a fun, ain't yer." Tasty produced his own cigarettes and mother and son sparked up again. "Takin' it fuckin' well," she complimented him. "Fort yer'd frow one. Expected yer to." "Nah," Tasty shook his head, "Ain't no skin orf my nose is it, wot yer does in bed." She smiled, a tear or two showing in her eyes. "Got sumfin I oughta tell yer, an' all," Tasty confessed. It was a huge thing to do but he understood he'd never get another chance like this, so he might as well get it over with. She didn't have to know, of course, but it would be so much easier if she did, if he didn't have to keep his secret completely secret. Mother looked up, eyes sharp now. "Don't yer go knockin' `er up, then. Yer does that an' yer aht ov this `ouse an' no cummin' back." "No fuckin' chance ov that!" Tasty could hardly stop himself from laughing, "An' no fuckin' way `ee could get me up the duff eever!" The expression on his mother's face was priceless; shock and amazement, but no horror. "That's where yer bin gettin' yer fags from, then," she said, almost sounding relieved; "I wos dead worried yer wos nickin' `em." "He's well nice, `onest," Tasty hurried the words out, "I plays football wiv `is eldest kid, an' nah," he added in answer to his mother's unspoken question, "'Ee ain't fucked me yet, though I've told `im `ee can if he wants ter," he finished quietly, knowing this was a very big moment indeed. "Right fuckin' pair, ain't we," mother sighed, accepting what she could not control. "Just yer makes fuckin' sure yer don't go gettin' caught, that's all. I dunno wot `ee `as or `asn't dun ter yer, an' I don' wanna know. That's yer business; yer old enuff ter know wot yer doin'. All I knows is that in the last cupla mumfs yer's gone from bein' a real dodgy bugger ter a well good kid, an' if `ee's got anyfink ter do wiv that, `ee's got me blessin'." "Fanks, mum, yer fuckin' magic," Tasty sniffed hard to get rid of the hint of tears that were suddenly around. Perv stared at the expression on the faces of his boys; there was only one way he could possibly interpret it, but he was not going to embarrass and humiliate them by delving into the matter. Instead, he remarked quietly that Ikea was open on Sunday and perhaps they ought to go there to get whatever it was the boys needed. He never mentioned that, probably, they needed something from somewhere else as well. Joe was in a state of shock, white faced and trembling; he'd never considered the possibility that their remaining parent would see through their suggestion of room changing so easily, see it for exactly what it was, and if he'd done that, then he must have known for a while what was going on at night and now the sky was about to fall on them. He hadn't registered the bit about going to Ikea; his ears had shut at the suggestion that they might be wanting a double bed. Luke was almost just as shocked, but he hadn't shut his ears, they stayed open to absorb any further horrors his father might reveal about his knowledge of what they had thought to be their secret lives. Perv was also in a state of shock – what he had meant as a light hearted tease had turned out to be no such thing. His boys were doing goodness knows what with each other and he had never even suspected it. He wasn't even sure that Joe had discovered wanking yet; Luke, at fourteen, must have done, but how frequently he had no idea. Now, without actually saying a word, they had told him that they not only wanked, but wanked, at the very least, each other! Instead of being outraged and horrified, he was delighted. They were real boys, not some tight-arsed, up-tight, prudish, bigoted, gay-hating, proto-thugs who were shit scared of seeing even their own pricks; they were real boys, boys who understood that cocks were there to be played with and enjoyed. He didn't want to shout at them, he wanted to cuddle them. Could things get any better? Luke, he could see, was trying to say something; his jaw was going up and down but no words were, as yet, making their way out. He held up his hand to forestall any progress in the verbal direction. "Before you say anything, Luke, I suggest you go into the kitchen, take a couple of beers from the fridge and bring them back in here. I'm guessing that if both of you are smoking and.......well.......," he shrugged, "Then you are both acquainted with the taste of beer." Luke's jaw silently continued up and down and he dragged himself out to the kitchen wondering if any of this was real. "Better sit down, Joe," Perv smiled at his younger boy, "Look as if you're about to collapse." Trance-like, Luke returned with a can in each hand, silently handed one to his younger brother and lowered himself onto the sofa beside him. Like automatons the boys opened the cans and sipped lightly. Perv almost giggled out loud, he'd never seen his boys this quiet, probably never would again! "Mother's pissed off, boys," he just managed to keep himself from cheering at the thought, "New life, new rules." He emptied his glass, poured another, even larger malt, and savoured the future. "Fucking sight less rules." He hadn't meant to say that bit aloud but a quarter of a bottle of good malt made it pop out anyway. He lit another cigarette, tossed packet and lighter in the direction of his still shocked boys, Luke managing to catch them without dropping his can, and stared, just a little blearily at them and not quite slurred, "We are all gonna have lots more fun." Joe, his twelve year old mind still focussed on an image that just would not go away, an image of him and Luke doing things that everyone said boys should not do together, while their father looked on without them knowing, heard the words and interpreted them in the only way his mind could think of, and he did not, he really did not, want to do any of those things with his father! "No way!" he squeaked and backed into the sofa. His brother intuitively understood his sibling's thought and whispered, loudly enough for Perv to hear, "It's ok, Joe, he don't mean it like that." "Shit, no way!" Perv almost shouted, "Nothing like that, Joe, nothing like that at all!" "And anyway," Luke continued to calm his brother, "He don't need us for that, does he." Luke turned to face his father, all his fourteen year old courage summoned up to the sticking point; "You know stuff about us we never thought you knew," he said carefully, his intelligent mind working clearly now, "But we know something about you as well. We know about Josh." "Josh?" Perv did not make the connection between the name and the boy he knew as Tasty. "Who is Josh?" "Don't pretend, dad," Luke, strangely, felt in control now, the trance like state that had descended on him when his father's (unintended) revelation that he knew about him and Joe had faded; his father's secret was far greater than theirs and he knew that. "The boy at football, my strike partner." The blood drained from Perv's face, it was his turn to be speechless. How could his boys possibly know? "Don't worry, dad," Luke said softly, "We're not gonna tell anyone. Your secret is as safe with us as ours are with you." It was an incredibly mature thing for a fourteen year old to say, and Luke was rather proud of himself for doing it. He was even prouder of the next bit. "Me and Joe want you to invite Josh round here; if he's your boyfriend, you shouldn't hide him from us." Perv's turn now to feel the hotness of welling tears, a surging emotion he tried to hide with another cigarette and more malt scotch. "How did you know?" he was finally able to ask. "We didn't; we guessed, same as you did about us." "Never guessed about you," Perv managed to smile, "The bit about the double bed was meant to be a joke." Luke shrugged, that was unimportant now. "So we gave ourselves away, our bad," Luke said calmly; "And you and Josh gave yourselves away at football; your bad." "Is he really your boyfriend, dad?" Joe found his voice at last. "I haven't asked him yet," Perv confessed and tried a smile, "Couldn't while your mother was still here, and now,.........well, it's a big thing to ask a boy." Part of his mind wondered how it was possible to say things like this to his boys; the other part was revelling in the fact that he could. "Ask him, dad," Luke smiled back, "He ain't gonna say no." He saw the question in his father's eyes and grinned, "No, he ain't said a word, but we saw the way he looked at you as well." "Thanks boys," Perv said, "What would I do without you?" "Run away somewhere with Josh," Joe sniggered. "But now you don't have to," Luke grinned. "Why don't you call him?" "Believe it or not," Perv said, "I don't have his number."