Endangered Species Chapter 21
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A long week, another long week with no Dylan. Plenty of work to do, though, so I did plenty of work, and when I took a fag and beer break I spent the time wondering how I could get to give Dylan his exam present.
Didn't matter if he did super well, well or just ordinary, he was going to get it anyway. Somehow. But how? I'd been chuffed with my original idea, an 'uncle' of Ethan's unexpectedly coming up with tickets for the Chelsea v Moaners match on Christmas Eve, but that had been blown by Ethan's dislike of round ball football; a pansy's game in my opinion, but my opinion didn't count. Dylan liked it, so I'd have to suffer it. But how to get him there without blowing my lovely boy's cover?
Idea after idea crossed my mind and then, after a long work chat with my publisher, an idea so ridiculous that it just might work, hopped into my mind.
I was well aware that the more unlikely something is the more likely it is to be believed - the basis of all boys' adventure stories after all.
Knowing my love's exams were just about over I sent him a text. "Any chance you could get your mother to take you to that bookshop again? On Saturday at about half ten?"
Mum had been more than happy to take me to the book shop on Saturday morning. We were going to town anyway to get my xmas presents and she was pleased that I wanted some books as part of it. She liked that I was getting more into reading, thinking that it was more educational than Xbox.
Wandering into the shop with her I wondered why Rob needed me here at half ten. He had refused to tell me and I was desperate to find out.
"Got him!" I shouted to myself when I saw my boy stride through the glass door of the bookshop with a woman, obviously his mother in tow. It was going to be risky, more than risky, it was downright bloody dangerous, but being in love with a thirteen year old boy is dangerous so what's a little more?
"That's him," I said to the elegantly be-suited guy with me, "Action stations."
Lucas Wheeler was in the promotions department at my publishers and he was also as much into boys as I am and had been both amused and supportive of my plan.
"Oh, jolly good," he'd enthused, "Not just whisk the boy away from under his mother's nose, but get her to actually give him to you. Jolly good one."
A phone call to Dave and a promise of a very expensive dinner had produced what I needed, more than I needed in fact, and now Lucas was going to wave the bait under Dylan's nose.
He wandered up to my boy and said his lines, asking him if he liked a certain author of boys' adventure stories, and, hearing my pen name, Dylan had the sense to say that he did and had hoped to find one that he could demand for a Christmas present.
"I can do better than that," Lucas gushed with a lovely smile to Dylan's mother - Lucas really should have been on the stage - "I can introduce you to the man himself."
Of course, Lucas then went through the rigmarole of explaining who he was, and he was promoting my work in bookshops around the country, and ushered a somewhat bewildered Dylan and his mother in my direction.
This was the big moment, if it went wrong now, the next thing would be sirens and blue flashing lights.
"Nice to see you, young man," I smiled at Dylan, "And, nice to see you too," I smiled at his mother. "So you've read one or two of my books, have you?"
"Err yeah, there really cool." My heart was beating like crazy in my chest. Rob was here. Mum was here. These two people were never supposed to be together!
Rob put out his hand and I shook it not sure what to say. I was terrified that I would give the game away, that mum would somehow know who Rob was and what had been happening.
I stood there dumb for a moment, and mum, assuming I was being a non-chatty thirteen year old, smiles at Rob and shook his hand as well.
"It's so nice someone is writing books for boys Dylan's age. You have managed to drag him away from his Xbox so I can't thank you enough!" They both laughed at the joke and I started to relax a bit.
"It's a way of paying the mortgage," I smiled back, "And very nice to actually meet a real reader," I smiled, a really innocent 'I haven't a clue who you are' smile. "Were you thinking of getting one today, or are you just in here browsing?"
`Keep up the act, for fuck's sake, Dylan,' I mentally pleaded.
"I wanted your new one for Christmas," I told Rob, relaxing more. Mum clearly wasn't suspicious and just thought this was a normal pre-Christmas promotional thing.
"Like its cool that you write about boys my age in the past," I told Rob, "most books are boring but yours are cool."
Mum looked pleased with my enthusiasm and asked Rob what his new book was about.
"Well, my latest one is a shade dark, really, a sort of 'Lord of the Flies' thing, but that's not out yet because it isn't finished. The latest to shuffle itself onto the shelves is set back in ancient Athens, boys around your son's age and a bit older getting mixed up in the Persian invasions. I do try to get a bit of history into their heads as well as a bit of adventure."
God, I even made it sound convincing to myself!
"I'm sorry, how remiss of me, a fan and I don't even know your name," I beamed at Dylan.
Mum smiled at that and nodded in agreement. In her opinion all fun should also be educational.
"I'm Dylan," I told Rob hesitantly. "Can I have the new book for Christmas, mum?"
Mum laughed and said of course, even if she had thought it she could hardly say `no I'm not buying that rubbish' in front of the author, and I took a hardback copy off the display. The front cover featured a drawing of a boy who looked a bit like me, and mum remarked jokingly on the similarity.
"Oh, I say," Lucas gushed in his inimitable ex-public schoolboy way, "Pop that back where it came from, there's a good chap."
Dylan looked surprised, but did what he was told, no doubt wondering why he had to put the book back on the pile.
Slightly theatrically, Lucas opened his briefcase and took out a copy of the book. "Compliments of the publishers, if that's alright?" he said looking at Dylan's mum.
Mum laughed and said of course, that it was very generous and that I should say thank you.
"Yeah thanks that's really err... nice," I told Rob. Getting it free didn't really make a difference to me as I wouldn't have been paying anyway, and I wondered why Rob had gone to such lengths to give me a free book.
"He really does look exactly like you," Mum examined the front cover, obviously amused by the similarity.
"And of course, I'm sure the young man would like it signed," Lucas gushed some more and eased the book out of the curious hands of Dylan's mum.
"Oh, I say!" he exclaimed when he put it down and flipped open the cover so the fly leaf could be signed, "It's one of those!"
Inside the cover was, as both Lucas and I knew very well because we had put it there, an smallish envelope obviously containing a card of some sort.
I knew what the card was, a Christmas card with an invitation from Chelsea Football Club inviting one lucky winner to accompany the author of the book he had just obtained to be a guest of the Club for their next home game, which happened to be on Christmas Eve.
I gasped as I saw the card.
"Shit, that's so cool. Can I go mum?"
Mum pursed her lips at my profanity and asked Rob and the other man a few questions about the day. Who would I be with? What time should I be dropped off? Where should she meet me afterwards?
All the time I was almost hopping up and down in excitement. Having been put on the spot mum didn't have much choice but to say yes.
"Say thank you Dylan, you really are very lucky."
"Lucky?" Lucas sniffed disdainfully, "I'd say you drew the short straw." Lucas had a lovely set of lines all ready to deliver and aimed at obtaining parental consent, but, incredibly, they weren't needed now. "The others are invitations to the National Theatre, Covent Garden Opera and next year's Edinburgh Festival. Now they'd be really worth winning, but a football match!" The sneer in his voice was pure class! There were, of course, no such other invitations, but Dylan's mum had no way of knowing that.
"If you are comfortable with the idea," and Lucas tone implied that he couldn't for one moment believe that anyone would be, "I will meet young Dylan and Rob at the station, deliver them to the ground and whoever it is that will be looking after them for the day, and then return Dylan to you at the station. The invitation does require them to be there at eleven in the morning as, apparently, there will be a tour of all the facilities there, a lunch and then the game. I'll check train timetables, but I would think he'll be back by about seven in the evening."
Lucas' whole demeanour was one of 'the things I have to do!' and he'd certainly earned the lunch I'd promised him!
I've no idea how Dave had managed to arrange all that, but Dave was an expert at arranging things!
"Why don't we all go upstairs and have a coffee?" I suggested, "I've got half an hour to spare."
Mum seemed satisfied and started to chat to the man called Lucas about the opera. She remarked that it would have been much better if I had won those tickets and I said I couldn't think of anything more boring which made everyone laugh. The book shop also had a coffee shop upstairs and as mum and Lucas went first Rob put a hand on my shoulder and gave it a squeeze. It was too quick for mum to see but still sent a thrill through me.
I ordered a strawberry frapucino and mum laughed that I couldn't get enough of those things.
"It really is uncanny," mum held the book up next to my face so everyone could look at the similarity between me and the boy on the front. "I guess you have found your star if your book is turned into a film!"
I rolled my eyes, mum trying to be funny was the worst but Lucas and Rob seemed to like the joke.
"Bank Manager would be over the moon if it was," I smiled to Lucas and Dylan's mum, "But not likely to happen." I had to work hard not to look at Dylan, catch his eye and wink at him; it was all so bizarre, so unreal. Man seduces boy then has coffee with boy and his mother; utterly beyond belief.
"I hope Dylan likes it," I said to his mum, "I'm a rugby man myself, not at all keen on the other sort of football. Load of overpaid nancies in my opinion."
It was pushing it a bit, but why the hell not? Any uncertainties that may be lurking in her son-protecting mind were far less likely to surface if she thought the boy's escort for the day was a macho rugby type.
Mum laughed and said she also thought the whole of the premier league was ridiculous.
"And the amount they earn!" Lucas agreed saying that you could fund a good theatre for a year on just one player's weekly wage and mum agreed chatting animatedly about plays she had seen.
Unseen Rob put a hand under the table and squeezed my leg making me jump.
"You ok darling?" Mum looked at me quizzically and I blushed.
"Yeah course, so there's not gonna be a film?" Mum furrowed her brow at my poor grammar but let it go. She was clearly enjoying chatting to Lucas about the theatre and opera and didn't want him to think her son was a football supporting chav who couldn't speak properly.
I looked at the cover, which really did closely resemble me, and realised the pictures must be based on me dressed in the armour.
Time to get out before questions were asked about that dust cover! Dave had been a bit naughty there, making the boy far too like Dylan for my liking. I made our farewells, wished Dylan's mum a happy Christmas and whisked a sniggering Lucas off to a posh lunch.
"Tasty boy," Lucas grinned over Lemon Sole, "Good choice I'd say."
"So would I, Lucas," I agreed, "Bloody good choice!"
I wondered what Dylan would say when he got on Skype in the evening.
"Wow that is quite incredible!" Jane was round again and mum was telling her the story of our day.
"So he is getting thoroughly spoiled," mum and Jane laughed and I rolled my eyes a bit and went upstairs. School was over and with exams done I suddenly had no revision to keep me busy. Idly I flicked on my laptop and got on Skype, seeing Rob was online.
Giggling I pulled on my headset, sending him a kiss emoji, followed by a carrot emoji, followed by a winking face with its tongue out.
"Careful with that carrot," I said after sending a kiss and a vid request to Dylan, "It's bound to remember where it's been."
I put the cam on and gave Rob a wave. It was early afternoon and I couldn't really get naked, but my trackie bottoms were already tented a bit.
"That's soooo cool, thanks sooo much," I gushed. I was overjoyed that we would be able to see each other openly rather than in secret.
"Promised you a surprise reward, didn't I?" I couldn't stop myself from grinning like the proverbial cat, "Hope that's suitable. Took a bit of arranging after you shot down Plan A when you said Ethan didn't like football. His 'uncle' was going to come up with tickets, but Plan B seemed to work okay."
His mother had, unbelievably, swallowed the whole thing!
I giggled. "Almost shit myself when mum saw you," I admitted. Thought you were gonna get arrested."
Picking up the book, which mum had let me have as an early xmas present I showed Rob the cover.
"Is that me?" I giggled, clearly amused at the idea.
"I'll have words with Dave about that," I said, still not too pleased that he'd used my boy for the dust cover illustration. I knew he was going to do the dust cover, he did all my stuff, but there'd been no mention of making it so obviously Dylan.
I giggled, liking the fact that it looked like me. "Nah it's cool, mum just thought it was coincidence."
Settling back I fidgeted with my cock which was semi. "Ain't read it all yet but it's a cool book, Dad." I blushed a bit at calling him Dad. One of the things I was looking forward to about the football was saying it openly.
"It's a book," I shrugged, "You'll like the next one more. You'll be able to read between the lines a bit as you've had a look at a few uncensored bits already."
I had a little snigger at the thought of Dylan, not just playing with his cock a bit, but wanking like crazy when he read that new story.
"Your mum and Lucas seemed to get on well," I said, off-handedly, "Think she fancied him?"
"Yeah loads," I laughed, the idea of someone mum's age having a boyfriend was somehow funny. "He's into the well boring shit she likes," mum and Lucas had exchanged telephone numbers at the end of the coffee. When I had asked her why she had said that she would need to speak to him about my day at the football, but the way she had said it made me think it wasn't the only reason.
"Did he fancy her?" I asked Rob, enjoying having a gossipy conversation.
"Doubt it," I grinned, "His boyfriend's fifteen and Lucas spoils him rotten. He thought it was a great laugh conning your mum into handing you over to a perv for a day. You'd have loved the lines he had ready for when she said 'No'. Almost a shame he never got to use them.
I laughed but was disappointed for mum. She never seemed to meet nice guys.
"Pity you can't be her boyfriend cos then we would see each other loads", I told Rob, though even I was mature enough to know that if he liked lads my age he wouldn't want a girlfriend his own age.
I knew what Dylan meant. The sex was important to both of us, but it came a long way second to just being together. I had it bad. So did he.
"I liked your mum," I said truthfully, "She obviously cares a lot about you. And I like theatre and music as well, you know," I grinned. "Perhaps I should take her to Covent Garden sometime. Leave you behind, of course, wouldn't be your thing."
I laughed but wondered if Rob was serious. "Like don't upset her yeah," I wasn't entirely sure what I meant but just didn't want mum getting her hopes up only to have them dashed. She had gone out with a few guys but once they found out she had a son they usually disappeared.
"I won't," I promised, "Though it might upset her a shade if she knew I was in love with you. Mum's can be strange that way."
I had liked Dylan's mum though, she'd make a good friend, I thought. Not sexually, obviously, but a theatre visit or two and perhaps a dinner. Be a bit hard to get the head round going for an evening out with her and thinking about evenings out with her son, though. Don't know if I could manage that.
I smiled and changed the subject. Thinking about my mum and a guy was too much for my head to handle!
"Don't have a go at your mate about the cover, I think it's wicked." I told Rob, anxious that he didn't fall out with his friend over me.
"I think it's wicked as well," and it was and I knew why Dave had done it. Dylan's face was there, right above my name, okay, pen-name - and was going to be seen by thousands and thousands (I hoped!) of boys and their parents. It was as though Dave had made a public announcement of our feelings for each other. "You know that it's possible some boys you know will want to know how you come to be a book cover illustration?" I teased him.
I laughed, the boy on the cover did look like me but had curly hair. If I kept my hair in the rollers I would have been his double, but with my normal straight hair it was not quite as obvious.
Although it was only afternoon I was horny, having only had a quick wank when I got up. Quietly I got up and made sure the door was firmly closed.
"Want me to wank off for you?" I asked Rob, my hand already in my trackies.
"Always," I smiled. I'd got addicted to watching Dylan wank on cam for me; not as addicted as I was to doing it for him, but it was an acceptable substitute. "But only if you're sure it's safe." If we were ever caught I'd want that to be when we were actually doing things together, not distantly on computer screens.
I giggled. Mum was downstairs but I reckoned it was safe. I fished out my cock and was just starting to wank it when my phone buzzed with a message.
"Outside ya door gay boy!!!" it was from Ethan. I usually wanted to see him but was horny and for once would rather he hadn't turned up.
"Press the fuckin bell then, knob" I sent back, putting away my cock.
"Merry xmas 2 u 2" the bell was still pushed so I guessed he weren't that annoyed and after a seconds mum called for me to come downstairs.
Dylan's phone went, he cursed, and put his cock away. No wank for me to watch today, then. I heard his mum call for him to go downstairs and he did. Didn't turn off Skype before he went, though, and out of curiosity I kept the connection going. I reckoned I could shut it off quickly enough if there was a need to.
A few minutes later I came back into my room with Ethan. Switching my Xbox on to give some covering noise and closing the door we both flopped down on the bed.
"What do ya think of my xmas hoody?" Ethan got in front of the camera to show off what he was wearing. It was a brown hoody with a large reindeer on the front captioned "I'm horny!" The hood of the hoodie had pointy ears and some pretend antlers sown into it as well, and Ethan clearly thought it was hilarious.
"Not sure Dylan's mum likes it," he laughed. Mum hadn't found it very amusing at all.
"And 'hello' to you Ethan," I said. Dylan had obviously told him that we had been camming, and that, of course, meant that Dylan was not even attempting to hide from Ethan the fact that we were an item. Well, I wasn't going to quarrel with that, Dylan was my boy and if Ethan knew that it was fine by me.
"Reckon it suits you," I said, "From what Dylan tells me the message is pretty accurate."
Ethan laughed and put his arms round me and we had a good long snog. He tasted so good, he had been chewing a piece of gum and we swapped it between our mouths for a minute or two before breaking the kiss.
"I brought Dil his xmas present," Mum had brought me a load of deodorant sets to give to my various mates and I had saved the best one for Ethan. I handed over the wrapped box and he gave me a larger squishy item wrapped up in Christmas paper.
"Cool, Ted Baker," Ethan was clearly pleased with his gift and we had another quick kiss as I opened mine.
"Oh for fuck's sake," I held it up for Rob to see. It was exactly the same hoodie as Ethan was wearing. He obviously thought this was incredibly funny.
"Don't we look cool in matching outfits?" Ethan asked Rob after I had been made to pull it on.
"No comment," I said, because, quite frankly, they were awful; but watching the boys snog was far from awful and. not surprisingly, it gave me naughty thoughts.
"Last time I saw you two together," I said, "You were identically dressed as well. Or should I say, identically undressed; though then you looked hot rather than cool."
If Ethan wanted to flaunt his horny nature that was fine, but he wasn't going to get away with trying to boss it over my boy.
I laughed and wrapped my arms round Ethan. He smelt good and we had another longer snog.
"Thanks I guess," I actually quite liked the hoody, it was funny and silly and reminded me of Ethan. Propping ourselves up on some pillows I licked my lips. Mum was downstairs but I doubted she would bother us.
"You wanna wank off?" I knew Rob would love watching us both going at it and knew Ethan would be game.
"Don't mind me, boys, I'll just watch," I said and settled back to do just that. Another good look at Ethan's cock would do me no harm at all. And watching Dylan deal with it would make me feel good. I really wanted my boy to have fun with other boys, and not only do things with a perv.
Ethan giggled and fished out his cock from his skinny form trackies. I had mine out and we both wanked while snogging for a bit.
It was good to watch, two thirteen year old boys enjoying each other's cocks as boys should. Shame that they had to stay dressed though, but for them to be naked, or even to have their trackies round their ankles, was far too big a risk.
I gave in to the impulse to push Ethan, make him demonstrate how gay he was. "Don't you like the flavour of Dylan's cock and cum, Ethan?" I asked, a fairly polite way of saying 'suck the bloody thing and eat his cum.'
Ethan stuck his tongue out playfully and was bending down to suck me when I whispered something in his ear. It had us both giggling like crazy before Ethan looked right into the camera.
"Dil says we should give you an xmas present," he giggled, as we shuffled round on the end. I was laying down and Ethan knelt over me and then bent down, his knees by my head. It left both of us looking at the others cock. After a bit more giggling Ethan lowered his cock so I could suck on it, taking mine in his mouth at the same time.
"Fair enough," I grinned and sat back to watch the boys sixty-nine to completion and then share a proper, spunky snog.
"I've got some stuff I must do, and I don't mean have a wank," I told them, "And I know you two must have lots of stuff to chat about so I'll leave you to it. Love you, Dylan," I said, not giving a fuck that Ethan heard me say it, "And see you at the station half-eight on Thursday morning."
I paused for a bit, then landed one right on Ethan's chin, "Wouldn't at all mind fucking you, Ethan, reckon it'd do you good."
Dylan and I had talked about this and I knew he knew I'd never do such a thing unless he told me I could, so it was quite safe to push Ethan as far as he could be pushed.
I didn't turn the cam off straight away because I wanted to see how Ethan reacted to that, perhaps low blow rather than one to the chin.
I was a bit shocked when Dil's older mate casually said he wanted to fuck me. I knew he had fucked Dil, and that he liked boys, but I hadn't expected him to come out with it like that.
I looked at Dil as if to say 'this cool with you' but he just shrugged. Rob was fit and seemed to have lots of weed and stuff, but I had never been fucked by a guy his age. I'd sucked some off in the public bogs near the bus station, but had never let one fuck me.
"Dil says you're into some well kinky shit," I tried to sound tough and mature, like I'd done stuff like this before and it didn't bother me. "If you want me to dress up `n shit `n spank me you gotta give me some weed."
"Most things can be arranged," I said, deliberately saying neither 'yes' or 'no', "But it's not up to me. Dylan's the boss where my cock is concerned, so you talk things over with him. If he fancies a three sometime then that's fine, if he doesn't then you'll have to find some other cock to do what you need doing to you. Have fun, boys, and see you Christmas Eve in the morning, love." I blew Dylan a kiss and cut the connection.
I'd have loved to have listened in on the boy chat that just had to follow that, but I reckoned Dylan would tell me all on the train on Thursday.
I did send Dylan a text though, before I got down to work: "Really is your choice, love. Don't share if you don't want to. Love you loads."
Ethan and I had a bit of a snog after Rob had cut the connection but mum came upstairs and started doing work in the box room, which was set up as a little office for when she worked at home, so we had to stop.
"Is he serious?" We were plying Xbox and Ethan took time out from the game to look at me quizzically.
"Yeah, he thinks you're fit." I still felt a bit jealous of the idea of Rob with another boy but believed him when he said I was special.
"Like did it... ya know.... hurt?" I knew Ethan was curious and horny to try it, but was scared and nervous like I had been.
"Yeah but like in a good way. You feel like you're being split in two but once it goes in it feels amazing and you want more." It was true, since my first two fuckings I had been fantasising like crazy about the next time Rob was going to fuck me.
I looked at Dil and licked my lips. I wanted to try out being fucked by Rob, partly to keep up with Dylan who seemed to getting up to more stuff than me but also because I wanted to experience the feeling of a full sized cock in me.
"Like is he... ya know.... mean when he fucks you?" Some of the stuff Dil had done with Rob sounded weird and a bit scary, though exciting as well.
Dylan shook his head and we had to keep quiet when his mum came in and asked if we wanted drinks or snacks.
"Nah he's cool, I keep telling you." Dylan totally trusted Rob but I couldn't help still feeling suspicious. Dil was totally into him now, doing pretty much whatever the guy wanted, and I wondered if he was using my mate. I hoped not, I loved Dil loads and didn't want him to be upset.
We played Xbox for about another hour before Ethan's phone went off. It was his mum and he was wanted at home so after another quick snog he got ready to go.
"Yeah tell him I'm up for it," he smiled and as he walked up the road I texted Rob the good news.
***
I never did get to fuck Ethan; Dylan said it was okay, but I knew he didn't really want it to happen. He wanted to be my boy, my only boy and that was fine by me. No self- respecting perv wouldn't want to get his cock in Ethan, but no decent self-respecting perv puts on hob-nailed boots and tramples all over the feelings and emotions of the boy he loves.
I never took Dylan's mum to the theatre either, haven't seen her again since delivering her lovely boy back to her after taking him home from his day out at Chelsea.
I do see Dylan though, see lots of Dylan. He'll be legal in a few days time now and he's got a big decision to make about what he's going to do. We have sex, lots of sex, but it's less frantic now, much more love than sex. Sometimes we don't have any sex at all; Dylan just cuddles into me, son and dad.
We still go up to the hill fort after school, in the evenings at times. Dylan's allowed out much later now he's not thirteen anymore, and when the days are long and we can't snog in the car park, Dylan wanders around the ancient earthworks, and as the sun sets he dreams up Iron Age boy adventures. Three of them have been published already and half the royalties are being held by the publisher; they'll help pay Dylan's way through university when the time comes.
He may decide to tell his mother about us, he may not. Whatever he decides we'll be together for years yet, even when sex between us no longer has an appeal. Dave's full size statue in fibre glass of thirteen year old Dylan as a Greek boy warrior, stands beside my desk as I write.
There's no way I'm going to forget him, and I don't think he'll ever forget me.
Consumatum est.