Endangered Species Chapter 14

 

"What you think?" I asked my publisher on the phone in the early evening, "At one level it's a straightforward boys' adventure story aimed at say, school years six, seven and eight; at the next level kids in Year Eight who've discovered that they've got cocks might find they wank themselves silly over it, much like we used to do about Robin and Batman; and if it's done as an airport novel as well, boy lovers the world over will have really good flights."

I outlined the plot to him, explained that I envisaged the setting as being somewhere in a heroic past where boys wore very short tunics and nasty raiders descended on peaceful villages to pillage and take boys to sell as slaves. The two hero central character boys would, of course, after surviving several life threatening adventures and being taken as slaves manage to contrive the destruction of the nasty raiders and lived happily ever after.

Publisher thought it a good idea, wondered if a low budget cult type movie might be a possibility and wanted a plot and character outline ASAP.

I sat down and worked while the idea was fresh in my mind, and, about two in the morning, rolled myself a joint to aid further thinking. The thought came there was a good chance that, about now, Dylan and Ethan were outside somewhere also indulging in a joint and getting well stoned before returning to bed and getting down to yet more sex.

 

"Don't stay up all night boys."

"Yes mum!" I grinned at Ethan as Mum went off to bed. It was 11pm and we were laying on my bed watching a movie. The sound was turned up, not loud enough to make her come in and tell us to turn it down but loud enough to cover our giggles, and we had enjoyed quite a few furtive snogs since getting back to my house from Rob's earlier that day.

 

I heard Dylan's mum close her bedroom door and quietly, with only a little giggling snuggled closer into Dylan. Our arms went round each other and after a second or two our tongues were in each other's mouths. We didn't need to rush now, steal quick kisses as we often had to, and could have a proper long snog. I heard him moan as my tongue tickled him and I giggled at how naughty all this was. Dil's mum was a few rooms away and we were tongue kissing on his bed, a thought that seemed to amuse and excite us both in equal measure.

 

I imagined that I had a fair idea of what the boys were up to in bed; that they both wanted to do everything that there is to do, but, in Dylan's house, in Dylan's bed, they were probably both overcome with nerves at taking the final huge step.

That thought gave me an idea for my plot, and, joint finished, I got back to the keyboard.

 

The slightest movement seemed to make my wooden bed frame creak and crack like crazy. Those noises seemed deafening in the small room, and we quickly got off the bed and down on the floor where Ethan's sleeping bag lay.

Our hands were all over each other again as soon as we were down there, our mouths pressed together and our tongues going at it like crazy. I could taste Ethan, smell him and the feel of his hands on my body made me hornier than I had ever been before. My tee shirt went over my head and my trackies came down. Ethan' clothes went the same way, and we were soon wrapped up naked in each other's arms tonguing away and feeling the other's cock. Mum was only two rooms away but that just made it more exciting, and I giggled as Ethan broke the kiss and stroked my face.

"You wanna, ya know?" he smiled shyly and I realised he meant have sex. My hands stopped moving and I looked at him, my heart beating faster.

"Yeah but..." I wasn't sure how you did it, I knew a cock went up your bum but apart from that I had little idea of how you got it in there, or indeed whose cock went up whose bum. Ethan kisses me again and rolled me over on to my front, pulling my hips back a bit so my head was pressed down into the floor and my bum raised.

"Stay like that yeah," I heard him rustling in his back pack then felt something cold and wet being spread around my hole. I gasped at the feeling and Ethan slapped my butt giggling and told me to be quiet in case mum heard.

"Stay still yeah," I looked back as best I could and saw Ethan kneeling behind me, he moved again and I thought he was wanking but suddenly something was against my hole and I gasped again as I realised it was his cock.

Did I really want to do this? I was scared of the idea, scared that someone would find out, that people would know I was gay but also excited. I wanted to find out how it felt, to have Ethan up inside me and have a cock up my bum.

"Ready?" Ethan whispered and I nodded my head. I want sure what to expect, part of me thought it would hurt like hell and that I would scream, but as he pressed forward with his hips I realised it was no worse than Rob's fingers. It did hurt but in a good way, my bum hole expanded in that way that made me feel good inside and I moaned in pleasure as Ethan pushed more inside me.

His cock wasn't bigger than Rob's fingers but it was different in other ways. Whereas the finger had explored me, moving around and scratching my insides at different angles, Ethan's cock was solid and hard. It forced my bum hole open and went straight up me, hitting that special spot that Rob had showed me and making me moan more.

I felt Ethan's hips against my bum cheeks and realised he was right inside me now. It felt amazing and he held it there for what felt like an eternity, just enjoying the feeling of penetrating me as much as I enjoyed the feeling of being penetrated by him. Then he pulled back and quickly pushed back in, again and again getting faster each time.

We are both moaning now, his hands on my hips spreading me wider. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" I could hear him panting and was breathing hard myself, my cock rock hard underneath me. Suddenly I felt him twitch and jizz inside me, adding his own liquid to the warm sticky juice of my inside, and he pulled out with a slight pop.

 

The character outlines were easy, two thirteen year old boys, Ethanos and Dylanos, boys from different tribes, tribes that had come together for the Spring Festival at the stone circle, standing where their lands met. Dylanos was slim and fair, Ethanos a little more solid and darker haired.

The nasties, the slavers, were led by Eric Boyraper - toned down to Eric the Heartless for the adventure story and the airport version - and Hengist Arse Splitter, or Hengist Longsword for the publisher.

I sketched out a part of the story in the porno version for the boys - easier to tone it down for the publisher than porn it up for the boys - where the two boys escaped the slave raid, found themselves together in the woods when darkness fell, and with nothing but the tunics they wore, the only thing they did wear, huddled together for warmth and comfort in the cold dark hours, minds full of fear, not just of the slavers but of the ghosts and goblins and nameless things that roamed the woods at night.

Arms round each other and legs entwined they huddled close and as they did so their tunics became pushed up and both felt their cocks stiffen from the touching of their naked flesh. Soon their mouths met and their hands wandered, fear of ghosts and goblins and slavers forgotten as they discovered each other's bodies.

Distant screams rent the air, screams Dylanos thought were the screams of spirits caught by ghosts and goblins, but screams the more worldly wise Ethanos knew to be the screams of boys being raped.

"Only the captured boys being trained to be slaves," Ethanos whispered to a trembling Dylanos, his cock now solid in Dylanos's hand and a strange longing in him for it to be solid somewhere else in Dylanos.

I scribbled a little more, a full and detailed account of Ethanos telling Dylanos how he had heard of an ancient talisman to protect boys from ghosts and goblins, and whispering Dylanos into agreeing to try that talisman, as he was scared of ghosts and goblins.

Before dawn broke Ethanos had fucked Dylanos several times, 'in case just once was not enough to keep them safe.'

I kept on hammering away at the keyboard, churning out porn for the boys to read. Ethanos and Dylanos eased their way close to the camp where the slavers were holding the captured boys and watched events from a branch high in a thick old oak.

"Only the two chiefs and four others," Ethanos whispered, "And their ship's gone. They must have sailed upriver, looking for more villages and boys to take as slaves."

Down below the pirate slavers occasionally wandered into the stockade where the boys were being kept, selected one, bent him over and raped him. Sometimes the boy screamed, sometimes he did little more than whimper.

"They must be very afraid of ghosts and goblins," Dylanos grinned to Ethanos, "They perform your charm even when the sun is up."

When stifled giggles subsided Dylanos confessed that he had not believed that story at all, but as Ethanos wanted to fuck him and Dylanos was eager to find out what it was like to be fucked, he'd played along with it.

After various adventures, plans and other things a plot was hatched to rescue the captured boys and kill the slavers. Ethanos found a suitable length of fallen wood and carefully and slowly ground one end to a sharp point.

Two things boys of thirteen really enjoy reading about are sex and blood and I was going to give them both.

The plot was simple but dangerous - it had to be dangerous to be enjoyable. Ethanos would allow himself to be caught by Eric BoyRaper, having led him first deep into the forest, and, after struggles and protests, appear to submit to taking the slaver's huge cock up his arse. When BoyRaper was positioned to do the deed, his own arse exposed, Dylanos would dash from hiding and ram the sharpened stake straight up, impaling the pirate. Ethanos then picked up, with difficulty, the pirate's dropped war hammer and gave the end of the stake a few sharp taps to drive it nice and deep.

"That should do it," Ethanos said, "Probably take him several hours to die."

Hengist was led into a trap, sliding into a pit where another sharpened stake awaited his descending arse, and from there on all was simple.

The captive boys were released, the last four pirate slavers overwhelmed and gruesomely disposed of: all were first impaled, "Don't drive it in too deep," Ethanos ordered, "You don't want to kill them quickly, do you?"

Ethanos ordered a fire to be lit and the impaled slavers to be suspended above it, like a pig for roasting. "Remember not to get the fire too hot," Ethanos told the boys, "Roast them slowly and remember to turn them now and again so they cook evenly. The ravens can feast on roast slaver tonight."

Ethanos and Dylanos left them to it and set off in search of other boys to rescue, though once they were deep in the forest and out of sight, Ethanos told Dylanos that it was his turn to do the fucking because Ethanos also wanted to know what it was like to have a cock up in his arse.

I crashed on the study bed about six and slept solid till gone midday. As I had my shower I wondered just how far Ethan and Dylan had managed to go, and had an amused grin at the thought of their cocks going steel hard when they read my little story.

 

We snuggled together in the floor after Ethan had fucked me, nuzzling into a sweaty embrace. I had jizzed myself as Ethan came inside me so was sticky, but Ethan didn't seem to care and we lay together, tired and happy.

My bum hole was a bit sore and I could feel liquid leaking out of it but the fucking hadn't hurt as much I had expected. I had been scared about how having a cock up me would feel but had loved the sensation of having my hole stretched and my insides filled with spunk.

"You're leaking dude," Ethan giggled and we had a lazy snog as he touched my bum hole, exploring how it felt post-fucking.

"How's it feel not being a Virginia anymore?" We both giggled at that but I realised he was right. I was no-longer a virgin, and that made me feel more grown up and cool with what was going on. I didn't need to be a little kid anymore, I was having sex now and that made me different to the rest of the kids in my class who were still beginning to think about this kind of stuff.

"Feels good," we giggled and snogged more, Ethan holding my face as he kissed me deeply. He was leading stuff more now, taking charge a bit, and I realised I liked it.

"So you still saying you ain't gay?" That made us both giggle more and I shook my head.

"Nah I'm a proper gay boy like you." The words didn't seem scary anymore and Ethan kissed me more, clearly happy with the answer.

"You don't mind if Rob fucks me?" I was a bit worried that Ethan wouldn't be cool with the idea but he grinned and shook his head.

"You reckon he wants to?"

 

Sunday was spent turning the boys' porn stuff into outlines for the publisher and thinking about the boys. Writing that porn made me think properly about them, specifically what I was going to do about them.

Dylan was no problem, I loved him, simple as that. Ethan was the real problem because I wanted to fuck him. My Dylan was, whatever he showed to the rest of the world, a soft, sweet, loving boy who was in desperate need of a man, a man who would love him, and love him because he was Dylan and not just a hole to put a cock in.

Ethan didn't, I felt, need a man to love him, Ethan's signals said, loud and clear, that he was fuckflesh. He didn't realise it yet, but that's what he was, of that I was absolutely certain.

I imagined how differently the two boys would behave after I'd fucked them; Dylan would cuddle up close, purring contentedly, loving the closeness of the cuddle just as much, if not more, than he'd enjoyed the fucking. When he spoke it would be a whispered "Love you."

Ethan would lie on his back, smoking a fag while he recovered and when he spoke, it would be a question, "Reckon you can manage to fuck me again before I gotta go?"

For Dylan, fucking would be just a natural part of being in love, for Ethan, being fucked was what it was all about.

The big problem was, how would I be able to get my cock up Ethan's arse without breaking Dylan's heart? Breaking Dylan's heart was not an option; I'm a perv, I fuck boys, but I'm a soft, romantic perv as well, and soft, romantic pervs don't break the heart of the boy they're in love with.

 

"Course he wants to fuck you." Ethan was amused by my innocence and I blushed a bit for being so naive.

 

"He's probably got lots of Perv mates who want to do it up the arse," Ethan was clearly a bit turned on by that idea but I was a bit worried. Would Rob's mates also want to fuck me? I wanted to have sex with Ethan and with Rob but was less sure about doing it with someone else. It was why I hadn't wanted to go with Jay to meet his 'mates' who gave you cash for sucking, I didn't want to do this with just anyone and only wanted to be close to people I liked.

 

"So you aren't going to let your mates do me are you?" I was in Rob's car at our secret snogging spot, sucking on a milkshake. Rob had an arm wrapped around my shoulder and another on my knee, and I wasn't moving to stop him. I had just told him all about our sleepover, giving him all the gory details of how I lost my virginity, and had got to the part about Ethan and I talking after the sex.

 

I did a huge amount of thinking on Sunday, trying to reconcile things in my mind. Two things I was very clear about; one that I loved Dylan like crazy, and two, that my cock wanted to get inside Ethan's arse, and my conclusion was, that as I obviously could not have both, Ethan's cherry would eventually be popped by some other perv and not by me.

Que sera sera, and happy in my mind that I'd made the right decision, even though it was, under the circumstances, the only decision possible, I set about thinking how to let Dylan know that I was overjoyed that he was no longer a member of that endangered species - tasty young teen boy virgins.

He knew that I had wanted to be his first, I'd told him that, but I'd also set things up so Ethan could do the honours of cherry popping. At least, I smiled to myself, it had been my lube that had made his entry possible.

That it had been Ethan who did the fucking and not the other way round I was certain of. Much as Ethan needed cock in his arse, much as he had begged for that when Dylan was fingering him, he hadn't got round to knowing that yet; his real fuck thoughts were still on boys' bums and on using his own cock, on fucking and not yet on being fucked.

Dylan I was sure, would be a mixture of emotions when I saw him on Monday after school, his first day at school as an ex-virgin. Elation at being no longer one of the endangered species, some guilt as well, and possible some guilt and concern because Ethan had got in first and not me.

Dylan needed a gift, something that would remind him of his new status amongst boys, and something that would say, loud and clear, 'Proud of you, my lovely Dylan, so proud of you for having the guts to be the boy you are.'

 

When I saw him on Monday he was, as I suspected, a different boy, and a very happy boy. But a happy boy with a hint of worry in his lovely blue eyes.

As usual, I got him his milkshake, drove to our, now regular and special snogging spot, and let him pour out the details of his cherry popping. He paused for a suck on his milkshake straw and I opened the glove box and took out his 'no longer a virgin' present.

I'd dashed up to London on Sunday evening, seen Dave and stayed overnight, having told Dave what I needed.

"You got it bad," Dave grinned at me, and came with me to a jewellers that he used for stage prop stuff.

"My friend's in love with a kid of thirteen," he said to the jeweller as though it was something totally normal - which, for me and for Dave and, it appeared, for the jeweller as well, it was - "Needs something for the kid to remember his cherry popping by."

I settled on a wrist band, something that would match his fair hair and blue eyes.

The jeweller recommended it, "Something kids wear all the time," he said. "They usually get this one," he pushed a gilt band over the glass top of his counter, gilt and decorated with blue, red and green. "Dirt cheap," he said, "Gilt and paint. Only last a few weeks at best. This," he said, pushing over another that looked, at first glance to be identical, "Is the real thing."

The 'real thing' was eighteen carat gold and the coloured bits enamel and garnet, and would last forever.

"Six fifty, and six hundred and fifty," he said, "Depends how much you like the boy."

I bought both; one for Dylan to be seen wearing, one that would give his mother no cause for concern - if Dylan wanted to waste a fiver or so on something like that, well, she might think it was a fiver wasted, nothing more; and one for him to keep, wear on special occasions and when he was older, one that would definitely have his mother on the edge of a heart attack.

 

"So proud of you, love," I whispered in his ear as I hugged him close, "This is just a little 'I'm not a virgin anymore' present. This one," I said, giving him the fake, "You can get on market stalls and costs about a fiver. This one," I said, handing him the real one, "You can't get on market stalls and it costs a bit more than a fiver. You can wear the cheap one, let your mum see you wearing it, even let her inspect it, and all she'll do is raise any eyebrow and sigh at you wasting your money. If she looks at this one then she'll do an awful lot more than that. This one says I love you madly, the other one's a cover story."

"And no way," I assured him as he inspected the wrist bands, "Would I pass you around. Yes, I'm a perv, we both know that, but I'm not the sort of perv who mixes with people who don't respect boys. Told you before, go with as many boys as you want, so long as they're no more than about a year older than you, but if you drop your knickers for another man, then I'm going to be one very hurt and upset perv."

 

"Wow that's sooo cool!" With a bit of help I put one bracelet on each wrist and held out my hands for Rob to inspect the presents. They were really nice and my cock twitched a bit at the ideas of wearing something he had brought me. It would show that I was 'his boy', an idea that excited me enormously. "Mum might be away this weekend," I gave Rob a kiss on the lips in thanks and nuzzled closer to him.

 

"Lucky Ethan," I grinned conspiratorially, "He'll be a bit eager for second helpings, that I'll bet on. Am I allowed a bit of cock?" I asked, not bothering to wait for an answer before starting to undo his zip.

 

" Yeah guess so" I giggled as Rob got my fly open and started to fondle me. I loved his big hands on my body, he was touching me up and that was fine by me.

 

"Gorgeous cock and it belongs to a gorgeous boy," I grinned in Dylan's ear as he rose to full size in my hand, "I hope Ethan paid proper attention to it and wasn't just interested in getting his inside you." That was a tease and Dylan knew that, but the next thing I said was a question, "Chat much in between fucks?" I asked, "Talk about anything interesting?"

 

I moaned and wriggled in my seat as Rob played with my privates. The thrill of having an older man touch me like this hasn't diminished with familiarity, if anything now it had grown as I had realised how much I enjoyed our illicit fun.

"Yeah stuff," I moaned again as Rob wandered a hand inside my school shirt and played with my nipple. "Like how I'm a proper gay boy and like cock up my bum hole." I knew I was exaggerating a bit, using the naughty words for the thrill of talking dirty, but it was true. Ethan had asked me if I had liked the feeling of being fucked and I had said yeah, and that I wanted more!

 

"So I've got a gay boy for my boyfriend, have I?" I smiled, "Not just a boy who likes having his cock played with?"

I went back to his cock from his nipple and gave the foreskin a firm twiddle.

 

"Yeah I'm a proper gay boy," I moaned and loudly and bucked my hips forward as Rob played with the end of my cock. It felt amazing and I let out a higher pitched moan and writhed in my seat.

 

I gripped his foreskin between finger and thumb and began to twiddle it in earnest. As his cock swelled I had to pull up a bit more skin to have enough to play with properly and that made Dylan's cock head swell more. I was going to keep doing this until he spunked, easy enough to let his sperm drip into my hand when he did and eat it from there, no danger of awkward stains on his school trousers.

"Like cock in you, do you," I grinned at him while I worked on his cock, "Like being fucked, eh? Well, you know what pervs do to gay boyfriends who like being fucked, don't you."

 

"Yeah love it," I was moaning and writhing around like crazy. I would have grabbed my cock and wanked myself off furiously but Rob had hold of me and I wanted him to play and toy with me.

"Yeah want a cock up my bum hole," I panted a bit and screwed my eyes shut as Rob played with my foreskin a bit. "Want you to fuck me loads and fill me up with your spunk," Ethan had told me he had 'filled me up' and I liked how dirty that phrase sounded.

 

"Feels good, doesn't it," I said, referring to what I was doing with Dylan's cock and not to him having his arse filled, "Different way of wanking you, takes ages to make your spunk squirt. And you know I want to get my big, thick perv cock up inside your arse and have you wriggling and writhing and moaning while I fuck you properly, moaning like a real, proper gay boy."

Dirty talk was what Dylan liked - so did I! A boy who talks dirty is a boy who fucks dirty as well.

 

"Yeah yeah" I bucked my hips up again trying to hump Rob's hand. I wanted to cum but also wanted Rob to keep teasing me like this, extending the pleasure and making me even hornier.

"Yeah wanna be fucked by your big cock," I was sort of repeating what Rob had said, letting the ideas swim round my head as I ground my cock into his hand.

"Gonna moan like a proper gay boy, gonna moan like your boyslut." I was far too horny to be embarrassed at saying this stuff, instead letting all my feelings and naughty thoughts out in a wave of dirty ideas.

 

"Want you to be my dirty, filthy minded lover boy slut," I encouraged him, "Want you to love cock, love it in your hands, your mouth and your arse." I stopped speaking for a short while, long enough to get my tongue in his mouth for a bit while I kept working on his foreskin, his swollen head trying desperately to force its way out, and when I had a good taste of his strawberry flavoured mouth, I said the thing I wanted to say.

"Ethan may have been the first to get his cock in your hole, but you're only half way to being a proper gay boy yet. You still need to stick your cock up an arse, and I want your first arse to be my arse. I want your lush cock up me, I want it pounding away inside me, going up and down like a demented piston until you've shot every drip of spunk you've got in me, fuck me till your balls are empty and your cock can't get hard anymore. That's what this perv wants his almost gay boy to do."

 

I moaned loudly in frustration. I wanted Rob to see me as a proper gay boy and the fact that I wasn't frustrated me.

"Yeah yeah I'll fuck you," I was hungry for that now that Rob had planted the idea and wrapped my arms around his neck and burrowed my tongue into his mouth.

 

"Fuck me till your balls are dry and your cock's soft and sore?" I got my mouth away from his just long enough to ask.

 

"Yeah I'll fuck you till my cock's well sore" I moaned more and bucked my hips more desperate to cum.

 

"Fuck me because you love me and you know I love you?" That, I knew, was unfair but I wanted to hear him say it, needed him to say it because my cock wasn't the one that had popped his cherry.

 

"Yeah cos I love you," I knew Rob loved me and moaned again, grinding my hips up more.

 

No more need for words for a bit now so I went back to snog him while my fingers and thumb slowly teased his almost bursting cock. I felt the head swell even more, l felt his cock stiffen as his spunk began to shoot upwards and gripped his foreskin tightly so nothing would spurt out. Then, when the foreskin swelled even more as spunk joined his swollen cock head, I released the skin and cupped my hand so his flow pooled there, and, when no more drips came, I stopped snogging him and ate his still warm spunk.

"Lush," I grinned at him.

 

I sat there panting as Rob ate my spunk, my softening cock poking out of the fly of my school trousers. I was a bit jealous that he was getting to taste jizz and I wasn't so I lent in and gave him a snog to get some of the salty liquid in my mouth as well.

"When I wank off I lick it up," I bit my lip and gave Rob a shy grin when I told him that. I had started eating my own spunk after sucking Rob for the first time, curious to get a taste at first then more keen to get the stuff in my mouth when I realised I liked it.

 

"You wonderfully wicked, naughty boy," I grinned at Dylan when we'd finished sharing his spunk, "Must be one of the reasons I love you so much."

 

I giggled and licked one of Rob's fingers which still had a bit of spunk on it.

"Yeah and cos I like you touching me up," I giggled at saying something so naughty and kissed Rob. It was getting late and I knew we would have to get back soon.

 

"What I really like is having you stark bollock naked and licking and kissing all your interesting bits and getting my tongue right up your hole and having a good feast there," I cuddled him, telling him no more than the truth.

"Now, before we head home, please, if you can hold off from fucking Ethan till after you've done me, I'd really like that," and accompanied that reminder with a little kiss on the end of his nose.

 

I giggled and kisses Rob back, biting his bottom lip softly as I did so. That was something Ethan did to me which I liked and I wanted to make Rob feel the same way.

"So mum might be away this weekend, can I come round your place again?" Ethan was at his gran's and I didn't want to be dumped at my own nan's house when we could've been having fun.

 

"Two conditions," I answered Dylan's request for another day and night of sex, "One is that you've got a watertight excuse for somewhere to stay, and the other is that you are naked from the moment you step through my door until the moment you leave to go home."

However much I wanted Dylan in my bed, he had to understand that we couldn't take any risks.

"Ethan teach you to lip nibble?" I asked teasingly.

 

"Been invited to another sleepover so will say I'm going there after then meet like we did before." I gave Rob a grin but I knew this particular plan couldn't go on being used forever. Sooner or later we would need another excuse, mum would hear that I wasn't going to mates' houses and ask me where I had been if we didn't.

"Yeah I gave him a love bite too," I blushed a bit when I told Rob that. I had given Ethan a love bite on his neck though I was too shy to let him give me one and run the gauntlet of questions from mum about where it came from.

 

 

"Okay, if you're sure about the excuse, but I don't reckon you will be able to use it too often. You happy with the naked bit as well? If I'm going to have a dirty weekend with you then I'd like it to be a really dirty weekend." Dylan's cock was still not tucked away, so I gave it a little fondle to make my point clearer.

"As for love bites, well, I think necks look much better without them, but I do understand the desire to give in to vampire tendencies. Might I suggest that the inside of the thigh, right up close to the balls, is an ideal spot to leave your mark? No 'Where did that come from?' questions from mothers cos they won't see it."

 

"Yeah that's cool," I giggled at the idea of being naked from the moment I walked into Rob's house and gave him a naughty smirk.

"Can you put the rope round my neck again like I'm your slave?" I had really enjoyed that feeling and was getting excited thinking about what we would get up to.

 

"Got a few ideas about games we might play," I shrugged, "Think you might find them fun and just a little bit kinky from time to time."

I started the car, time was getting on and Dylan didn't want to be late.

"Which one is real and which is the cover story?" I asked nodding towards the bands he still had on his wrists.

 

"This ones the cover story," I held up the arm with the fake wristband on, then reluctantly took off the other and held it out to Rob.

 

"That's yours, my love," I said to Dylan as he tried to give me the gold bracelet, "That's for you to remember for always a very special night."

 

"Sorry, I thought you meant I should wear the fake one and you would keep the real one for when we are together." I smiled at Rob and kissed him in thanks again.

 

"No, love," I smiled softly at Dylan, "The real one's to mark a very special moment in your life, the moment you became the real Dylan Morris, and the real Dylan Morris is one very, very special boy."

I stopped the car before we left the car park, squeezed his knee and kissed him softly on the forehead, just to make the point that he was a very special boy and I loved him.

"The fake one is for you to wear so people and mates can get used to seeing you wearing it. Keep the real one hidden away somewhere safe, I'm sure you have somewhere you keep private stuff, somewhere that your mother knows she mustn't go peering about in. Just remember that women can spot fake from real at five hundred yards when it comes to jewellery, and mothers can spot the difference from five hundred yards on a dark night in thick fog if it happens to be jewellery on their son's wrist. Love you, and I can't tell you how happy I am for you."

I gave his knee another, lingering squeeze, put the car back in gear and headed off to take my boy home.

 

I moaned and nibbled Rob's lip as he broke the kiss, I wanted to spend more time with Rob but knew that was impossible without mum finding out. The odd weekend might be ok, but it could not be any more than that unless we came up with a good plan.

 

"Life's going to be different for you from now on," I said to Dylan as I drove him home as slowly as I dared, "You've discovered who you are, sooner than I'd have wished in many ways, but that makes no difference to how happy I am for you. But being the new, real Dylan Morris isn't going to be all that easy for a bit. I know you can't just go to your mates and tell them that you like boys, but they don't have to worry because none of them has a cock that you're interested in, and you can't sit down at breakfast in the morning and say "By the way, mum, I'm gay," but the time will come when you can do those things, when you can wear the real bracelet and say, loud and clear, "I'm who I am, and if you don't like it, then fuck off." Won't be easy, love, but as you're the boy you are, you'll get through the hard bit and still be smiling."

How true that was I had no way of knowing, life can be shit for gay boys at times.

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