Fellowship of the Schoolboy Ring 4

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Fellowship of the Schoolboy Ring.

By John Teller.

Part four.

Alan Parnell speaks.

What do you want to do? Brice's words are like a hammer blow. You've thought and thought about his question ever since you fell in love with him. Sometimes you want to be a Walt and Jeroen, but today you've loved being his Alexandre. Yes, there have been times when you've wanted to be a Jeroen, especially when he was tickling you and you were as hard as a nail while he was doing it. You weren't the only one. The bulge in his jeans isn't his handkerchief. You were grinning like a Cheshire Cat, watching it throbbing when you were playing with his nipple. But it was you who stopped him. Why did you stop him when you were almost ready to do what he said Sinclair would have done? Because you've been thinking it's too early to do that, and also because you don't know what would happen if and when you did it. So you were right when you told him you were mixed up. You are, and even though he's asked you the question, you can't give him a proper answer. If you tell him that you want to be an Alexandre, then if ever you want to be a Jeroen, he won't let you just in case he thinks you'll regret it afterwards. You can see what he's getting at. Then you think of an idea, and look up at him. "Have you got the film, For a Lost Soldier?"

He smiles at you. "Of course. My film library may not be as extensive as yours, but I have got a few films about our thing. Why do you ask?"

You grin at him. "After we've had pizza, can we watch that?"

You expect him to go into a dialogue about what will happen when we watch it, but he surprises you and doesn't. Instead, he says, "Garlic is supposed to keep vampires away. Maybe it would be best if we had a garlic pizza."

You giggle. "You don't look like a vampire to me."

Brice pulls a funny face. "I wasn't thinking I was the vampire, I was thinking you were! Or you might become one after you've been watching Walt and Jeroen up to their sexy antics. I'm not even sure we'd get past the bed scene."

The moment he says that, you burst out laughing, and it takes you ages to stop. Then you grin at him, and say, "Part of the reason I like you so much is that you're fun."

He grins. "I'd wear a red nose next time you come if I wasn't so worried you'd piss your pants."

You laugh again, and then settle your head on his chest. Then you point at the TV. "Let's watch Special Friendships and get to the sad bits. I want to soak your shirt." And you are crying when Georges stands in front of the altar after Alexandre has killed himself by jumping out of the train after he thought George had betrayed him, and while you're crying, Brice is kissing your head and stroking your cheek, which is really nice. After a while, you ask Brice, "Whenever you watch this film, because Alexandre looks like your Sinclair, do you ever wish he was back with you?"

Brice kisses the top of your head. "This is the first time I haven't."

"Why's that?"

"Because I think I've found another Sinclair. I never thought I would, but you're filling up that hole he left behind."

"And if I decide to be an Alexandre and not a Jeroen, will I still fill that hole?"

"Yes. The hole that Sinclair left has nothing to do with what we used to do, and everything to do with what we were."

"And what were you?"

"Two people who loved each other."

You sit up and look into his eyes. "Then what you used to do didn't spoil the love you had for each other?"

"No. With me and Sinclair it added to it, but that doesn't mean the same thing would happen between you and me."

"Why not?"

Although you hate people messing with your hair, you find it comforting when Brice strokes it back from your forehead, and says, "I already knew I was gay, and Sinclair was too. Our affair wasn't simply between a young man and a boy... it was between two people who were gay. We could just as easily have had the sexual side of what we were even if we didn't love each other, and we would have done. The fact that we loved each other was a very special bonus. It doesn't happen very often. I've had crushes on boys, but they were never love. I've only ever loved two people in my life. One was Sinclair, and now I'm in love with you. The reason I asked you earlier to think about things is because you haven't really told me anything about yourself. Would you like to?"

You stare into his eyes. "Can you order pizza?"

Brice grins. "With, or without Garlic?"

You grin at him. "Without! Definitely!"

***************

"I've always liked men. Well, not old men, like really old men. I've always like men like you. You know, really good looking men with good bodies." Brice is sitting close to you on the sofa while you're both eating pizzas, and with his free hand, he's stroking the back of your neck softly. It's nice, so nice that you say to him, "Don't do that!"

He takes a bite of pizza and grins at you, and through a mouthful of food, he says, sarcastically, "How many men have you liked?"

You giggle. "Thousands. Well, not thousands. Two or three special ones. I've got their pictures on my bedroom wall. David Beckham is my favourite."

Brice snorts. "I can't compare with him! Who else?"

"David Tennant. He's sick."

"Sick?"

Another grin at him. "I forgot. You're an old man. It means cool. You know, like really great."

He shakes his head. "Okay, so that's two Davids. Any more Davids? No Brice's in there? I know it's not a cool sounding name, but I can be sick if I drink too much."

You chuckle for a while, and then pretend to think. "Mmmm... there's the bloke who lives in my street, but I don't know his name. He's a bit younger than you. About twenty four I would think."

"Right, so that a famous footballer, Dr Who, and a bloke younger than me. You know how to make a fellow feel inferior. Maybe I should have taken up as a pugilist and won a world title beating some poor bugger half to death, and then I might have had a chance on being stuck on your bedroom wall."

You can't eat your pizza for laughing when he says that, and he pats your back pretending to stop you choking. When you've stopped laughing, you give him a cheeky grin, and say, "I can't put you on my bedroom wall."

"Why not?"

"Because you're always snoring in my bed."

"I don't snore!"

"You do. You always snore after."

"After what?"

You giggle. "I daren't tell you, but it's a bit like that scene with that bloke and that lad in Halifaxual."

Brice chuckles. "I've got the picture. I couldn't stop grinning when I was writing that scene. It was far more graphic than that when I first wrote it. I got an email from my agent when he read it. He said he spurted coffee all over his keyboard when he read it, and told me that if I didn't tone it down then it would never get published."

"Have you still got the original?" you ask him.

He nods. "Somewhere, but I'll be buggered if I'm going to let an eleven year old read pornographic stuff."

You lick a pizza covered tongue out at him. "I'm twelve next week."

He grunts. "I don't care if you were fifteen next week; you're still too young to read that stuff."

"But I'm not too young to do stuff with you if I decide that's what I want?"

He grins. "That's different. Anyway, how many other blokes you fancy are hanging on your wall?"

You shrug your shoulders. "That's about it, really, but I was thinking about putting Rooney up there."

"Mickey Rooney?"

"Who's he?"

"Never mind. He's an old film star. But if you mean Wayne Rooney who plays for Manchester United, then you must be desperate. He's got a face like the back end of a bus."

You grin at him. "I like his body."

Brice takes a deep breath, and then lets it out in a long sigh. "And there's me thinking you might not be gay. I don't think we need to watch Walt and Jeroen fiddling about, we might as well get off to bed now."

But you do watch For a Lost Soldier, and this time when you're watching the film, because of the fun you had talking about the pictures on your bedroom wall, you're not nervous at all, especially because you've changed positions from when you watched Georges de Sarre and Alexandre Motier doing their stuff.

**************

It's you who does the arranging again, and you make Brice lie along the back of the sofa, and then you get in front of him on your belly, put your head on your folded arms on a soft cushion, and settle down to watch the film. After about fifteen minutes and he hasn't touched you, you turn your head backwards to look at him, and ask, "Will you rub my back?"

He smiles at you, and then his hand come onto your shoulders to massage them. For a big man, his fingers and thumb are gentle, and within a couple of minutes you've relaxed completely while they do their stuff. Occasionally he'll stray up to your neck and ear and temple and fondle them for short while, and then he goes back to what he was doing. Then his fingers start to go lower, along your spine and around the flesh each side of it, right down as far as the waistband of your jeans. Up and down – round and round. This is lovely. Then he stops and you can feel his fingers low down on your bum, and a shock runs through you. Is he going to feel at your bum? You want him to, but you don't want him to, and then you breathe a sigh of relief when you know why his fingers are there. He's actually lifting the hem of your tee-shirt to get his hand inside it, and when he has, he pushes his hand right up your back. Flesh on flesh... and it's heaven. Fingers on sensual places... and it's even better than heaven. You're like a nail again, but thankfully, because you're lying on your belly, he can't see it. Now his fingers are exploring different places; along your shoulders and down your upper arms inside your tee-shirt, then down the sides of your body to your jeans. Then he starts to play a game with you. He starts at your neck; goes onto your shoulders; down your side, runs his fingers along just inside the waistband of your jeans and across the top of your bum; comes back up the other side, and then does it again. And again... but this time he runs his fingers backwards and forwards twice just inside the waistband of your jeans and across the top of your bum before going back up to your neck. When he goes down the next time, he tickles the top of your bum three times before going back up, and you find yourself wanting his fingers to go back down and just tickle the top of your bum cheeks and nowhere else.

But this is a game he's playing, and although you can't see his face because he's behind you, you know he's probably grinning. But two can play games, so the next time he goes down and is running his fingers across the top of your bum, you deliberately squeeze your back in so the waistband of your jeans becomes less tight. Brice doesn't let you down, and the next time he's tickling across the top of your bum, his fingers are actually inside your jeans and tickling the top part of the gap between your bum cheeks, and it's so sensual that your cock hurts as it throbs below you.

Then it's Brice's turn to change the game. When next he goes down, it's his thumb he uses to `delve', and his hand slips lightly over your bum cheeks; sliding softly over the contours of you. That's nice... really nice! It's also exciting, and you're beginning to wonder where it will lead to. But Brice is clever, and you know Brice is thinking about you when he suddenly stops what he's doing, slaps your bum, and says, "I'm going to have a coffee, do you want one?"

You look back up towards him, grin, and say, "I was enjoying that."

He chuckles, and winks at you. "So was I, but we haven't had any garlic, so we're not protected. Pause the film and I'll make us some."

****************

Coffee has gone, along with some chocolate digestives, you're both back in the same position, but Brice's hand hasn't gone back to playing games. Instead, he has his hand on your shoulder and just his thumb is tickling the nape of your neck. You glance at the clock on the shelf above the gas fire. Eight o'clock. You have an hour and a half at the most now to stay here, and you know time is running out for what might or might not happen. You've got mixed feelings about it. Part of you wants to have sex with Brice, and part of you wants to be just as you are. But there is something that may change the dynamics of events: the film is just reaching the sexy parts where Jeroen is in the shower with Walt, and you know that following this scene will be Jeroen lying on his belly with Walt on top of him, and you know the film is suggesting that Walt is having anal sex with Jeroen. Brice knows it too, and that's why he pauses the film, and says, "We're coming to the really sexy bits. Shall we stop it here?"

Without looking at him, you ask, "Do you want to stop it?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Because if we do watch it, I'm going to put my hands right inside your jeans and feel at your gorgeous bum properly, and if I do that, then there's no telling what might happen."

Your heart is racing now... and your throat is dry. You're in no doubt that Brice means what he says. He's been a saint up to yet. You've been worked up the entire time that he was feeling at you, so he must have been just as bad as you. Perhaps worse, because you've not stopped him and have actually encouraged him. You've reached that fine dividing line that Brice said if you crossed it, there was no going back, and right now your whole being is telling you to make that step. All the time Brice was feeling at you, you wanted him to do what he says he's going to do if you continue to watch the film, and you were disappointed when he stopped doing it. Back then, you were playing games, but games time is over. This is the real deal: make your mind up time. You think of the pictures on your wall; the number of times you've done it whilst looking at them. You don't love any of the blokes in the pictures, but you do love Brice. That's the problem. But it's not just your problem... it's Brice's problem too. Most probably, if he didn't love you, by now he would have pretty much done everything to you, including trying to do what Walt is going to do to Jeroen. You would have wanted him to if he was a picture on your wall. They've done it to you lots of times.

Brice said you were his new Sinclair. What would Sinclair do? He loved Brice, and he stepped over the dividing line and it didn't spoil what they had. You can have both. All you have to do is continue watching the film. The choice is yours, Alan Parnell. What do you want to do?

**********

You look up at Brice, and ask, "If we watch the film, will you stop loving me?"

He shakes his head. "Whether we watch it or not, I won't stop loving you."

You look into his beautiful green eyes to see if he's being sincere, and you know that he is, and while you're studying his eyes and face, he strokes your cheek. He's waiting, wanting you, needing you, but he won't touch you that way unless you make the decision. It shouldn't be this way. He's the man and he should take you if he wants you, like what most men would do in these circumstances... not ask permission and take what they want. But in Brice's eyes, that would be abuse. He doesn't want to abuse you... he wants this to be completely consensual; equal partners. He wants you, and he's done his part by telling you that if you continue to watch the film, then he's willing to take it from there, so all he needs now is your permission.

Permission. How do you give it to him? Just switching the film on won't be enough. He needs to get to you, and because your jeans are tight at the waist, he's going to struggle and it will become a farce. The last thing you want in this important moment in your life is it turning into a farce, and that's why you take the remote from Brice, place it on the table, sit up, take off your tee-shirt, place that on the table, undo the press stud and then the zip of your jeans, pick up the remote, lie back down where you were originally, and press `play'. Then Brice does something that takes you completely by surprise. He leans over you, picks up the remote, and switches the film off. You're alarmed, so you look up at him, and ask, "What's the matter?"

He smiles at you, tickles your cheek with a finger end, and says, "We're not Walt and Jeroen, we're Brice and Alan, and we'll do our own thing. Do you mind?"

You're puzzled, and you ask, "And what's that?"

He grins at you, sits up, takes off his shirt, throws it on the floor, lies down flat on his back on the sofa with his head on a cushion, squirms an arm under you and pulls you on top of him, arranges your forearms on his naked shoulders so you're looking down at him, and then strokes your shoulders and back with both his hands when he asks, "Have you ever been kissed before?"

You grin at him. "Only by the blokes on my bedroom wall."

He chuckles. "Well don't you think you should try the real thing?"

You pull a silly face at him. "Depends who wants to kiss me."

How about the bloke you're lying on? That would be a start. Unless you're shy that is. But he'll help you out if you are."

You giggle. "I need a bit of help. What do you do? Put lips together, like this?"

****************

It begins with a gentle kiss, just touching of lips, and with Brice doing most of the work. Then he pushes you away, and says, "That's not a bad start. Did you enjoy it?"

You grin at him. "It was okay... I suppose."

Brice giggles. "Just okay? Well try it again now, and you do all the work while I'm busy elsewhere."

You cock your head to one side, and ask, "Busy elsewhere?"

Brice winks at you. "Just get on with the kiss, and make sure you don't stop until it's over."

"Over?"

Another wink, and then he puckers his lips. "Kiss please."

So you kiss him. Soft kisses at first while his hands roam over your back, but the kisses become more urgent when he slips his hands inside your jeans and into your underpants. Brice's mouth is open now, plucking at your lips, and you do the same when his hands begin to fondle your bum properly. His hands are everywhere, kneading and fondling your bum cheeks, and then they go lower until they're on the back of your thighs and your jeans are being pushed further down your body. Fingers now, running up your inner thighs until they get to your bum crack, and then the fingers slide up your crack and then down again. He grasps your bum cheeks and you feel them spreading, and the fingers go deeper, and when you feel the end of them touch your bum hole, you shudder and your kiss becomes a bit crazy. Touches; kisses, both are in sync. Tongues now and exchanging warm breath. No garlic to spoil the beautiful sensations. A finger plays with the entrance to your bum, and it tickles it. Not a tickle as in a laughing tickle, but a tickle as in a sexy tickle that makes your cock throb. Breathless kisses now; even crazier kisses. And then disappointment when his fingers are removed from your bum crack. But the disappointment lasts for only a second.

His hands are on your sides now, fingers under the front of you. Going up and down, and then they begin to work their way further under your body. Your underpants are being forced down, and Brice takes hold of them and slips them and your jeans right down so they're off your bottom completely. Even crazier kisses now, and that's because your cock and balls are on his jeans, and part of the top of your cock is on his belly... on his naked belly. Then his hands come under you and he fondles everything down there. He pushes you up, and you draw your knees up the sides of his body so he can get to you. So he can play with you. He does, with his right hand, and then his left hand pushes your jeans and underpants right down as far as your bent knees, and while he plays with you, his other hand is busy on the back of your thighs and between your legs and fondling your balls. Then those fingers again... inside your bottom, tickling your hole, while he plays with you.

Kisses; mad kisses; crazy kisses; moans and groans, and then the feelings.

The feelings. In your brain, in your mouth, in your teeth, and in the dancing tongues. Down your spine to the place inside your bum where the playing finger is stimulating nerves you never knew existed, and from there through your balls and up to the end of your cock where more busy fingers are creating havoc. And then an explosion of love and lust and joy, the likes of which you have never experienced before in your entire life.

****************

Brice smiles at you, and asks, "Did you enjoy the kiss?"

You grin shyly down into his smiling face. "Yes, but your finger is still up my bum."

He makes googly eyes at you. "Jeroen had more than a finger up his bum. I let you off lightly."

You giggle. "Do you think it hurt him?"

He nods. "I'm absolutely sure it hurt him." He wiggles the finger about that's inside you. "Is this hurting?"

You nod. "It doesn't feel nice now. Will you take it out please?"

He smiles, and he's amazingly slow as he withdraws it until it eventually pops out of the hole. Then he asks, "Does it hurt now?"

You shake your head. "No, not hurt, but it's a bit uncomfortable. As if I've just done a number two."

He nods. "That will pass in a short while. I should have used some gel, but I didn't want to spoil the moment. Did it hurt when I was putting it in you?"

Again you shake your head. "No. I didn't realise it was so far in until after it was all over."

"Good. Now the most important question of all. You crossed the line. How do you feel about that?"

"I'm pleased I did. Are you?"

"Of course. But it had to be your decision." He looks at the clock. "In forty minutes you'll be going home. When you're home, I want you to go to sleep. And then I want you to get up in the morning and think about everything we've done. It's what's called sleeping on it. Only then will you know if you made the right decision. And just to help you with that decision, you can guarantee that I'll love you just as much in the morning as I do now. Text me as soon as you've had half an hour in the morning to think about things, and let me know what you want to do."

"What do you mean?"

He strokes your cheek. "I want to know if you want to see me again, and if you do... when you do."

You look down at the man under you; the man you knew was special when you first saw him; the man you wanted to love you; the man you know now does love you; the man who's just done something you hoped he would do; the man who, even now, is making sure he's not hurt you; the man you love, and you smile at him and then plant a soft kiss on his lips before you tell him, "I already know the answer. I will sleep on it, but can I come again tomorrow about three?"

He grins. "What shall we have to eat?"

You giggle. "Not garlic."

****************

"Did you have a good day, son?"

You smile at dad. "Yes. I had tea at a mate's. Then we watched a film. Then I came home. What was your day like?"

"So-so. By the way, I'm not working tomorrow. There's a bad oil leak on my truck and they're going to repair it tomorrow. They've got another unit in from the city depot to take my trailer. So I'll be at home. It's Sunday, so I thought you and me could go and put some flowers on your mum's grave, and then we can go to your aunt Vicki's for tea. How does that sound to you?"

It doesn't sound good. In fact, it's devastating to you. If dad hadn't mentioned taking flowers to mum's grave then you might have been able to try and make an excuse not to go and say that you'd made arrangements to meet a mate. You wouldn't have been telling a lie. Actually, even though you love Brice and have done what you've done today, you do look on him as a mate. Also, because of the daft shift patterns that dad works, it isn't very often that you get to spend a proper social day with him, and if you tell him that you want to go to a mate's, he might begin to suspect something is not right, and the one thing you and Brice have got to do is keep your affair a secret, and that's why you say, "Okay dad. What time will we be back?"

Dad shrugs his shoulders. "You know what your aunt Vicki is like. She doesn't see you very often, so it will be time for bed when we get back."

"Okay dad." You yawn deliberately. "I'm tired. I'm going to bed. See you in the morning."

"Don't I get a hug?"

You turn and go to dad. He wraps you in his strong arms. You sink into him and enjoy the kisses he gives you on the head. When he relaxes his hold on you... you don't. He understands, and hugs you tight again. After a while, he kisses you on the head again, and says, "Tell mum I miss her when you're saying your prayers."

You look up into his face. "Tell her yourself."

He grins. "You're the go-between. The Prayermeister. Me and mum love you more than anything in the world, so we use you to communicate. Ask her if she's mad at me for having a few beers too many the other night. I was a bit tipsy when I got home."

You giggle. "I've already told her. She says you're drunken pig."

Dad pretends to be hurt. "Oh, God... I'm in trouble now! How can I get out of this?"

You laugh. "Buy me a new GTA game for my Xbox."

Dad laughs. "I knew buying you that laptop before your birthday would backfire on me. Mum always says I spoil you too much. We'll see. Just put a good word in for me and I might relent. Now sod off to bed before it costs me a fortune."

You grin at him. "I need to ring a mate. I was going to meet him tomorrow. I know it's a bit late, but you don't mind if I ring him when I've had a shower, do you?"

Dad turns you round, pats your bum, and says, "Shower; bed, and then ring your pal. But because you're on contract with that phone now and it doesn't cost you anything, don't make that an excuse to stay on it all night!"

*****************

"I won't be able to see you tomorrow. Dad's off work and he's planned things for us. We're going to put some flowers on mum's grave and then aunt Vicki's for tea. I won't be home `till late. Sorry."

Brice's voice is soft in your ear when he says, "That's fine. I'm disappointed though. Are you?"

"Yes, but the problem is that it might be ages before I can get to see you again. Dad works funny shifts; rotating shifts. He finishes noons on Tuesday, then he's off for four days, so that's Saturday out, and he goes to work on Sunday, but he's on days then. So the next time I can see you is next Sunday, and then I'll have to be home by about five."

"What time does your dad go to work when he's on days?"

"He does eight until five. He leaves here about half past seven, and gets home about half past five."

"How often do the buses run from your place?"

"Once every hour on Sundays. I can catch the ten past eight from here and be at yours at half past eight."

Brice chuckles down the phone. "I'll still be in bed then."

You giggle. "Leave a key under the doormat and I'll bring you a good-morning coffee in bed."

More chuckles from Brice. "Bring two, and then we can have them together."

"In bed together?"

"Of course! You don't think you're coming into my bedroom just to drink coffee, do you?"

"Who do you want to bring your coffee up?"

"I don't understand."

You giggle again. "Alexandre or Jeroen."

"Neither. I just want the new boy in my life to bring my coffee."

You think about what he's said. "New boy? Is that why you wrote NB on the brown paper round the book you gave me?"

"Yes. What did you think it meant?"

"I thought it might mean nice boy... or even naughty boy?"

Brice chuckles. "Actually, it meant what I said it meant. I could tell you were a nice boy anyway, but I was hoping you'd be a naughty boy as well, so I suppose you could say it meant all three."

"And am I?"

"Definitely."

You giggle. "Which one do you like best?"

"Right now?"

"Why right now?"

"Because I'm in bed."

"So am I."

"With David Beckham?"

You laugh softly so dad can't hear you. "No. Dr Who is cuddling up to me."

Brice chuckles. "Watch out for those Time Lords. They can make you feel really funny, like sexy and stuff, and you won't be able to resist them."

"Like tonight you mean?"

"Like tonight. Any regrets yet?"

You think about his words. Regrets have never entered your head. In fact, ever since it happened, you've been on a high. Your very first time was beautiful. You've often thought about what your very first time would be like, and in your fantasies, everything you desire has happened, including him doing you up the bum. But all you did for real on your first time was kiss a man and let him masturbate you while he had his finger up your bum. You haven't felt Brice up yet! You want to, but it wasn't important at the time, and Brice didn't make you do it even after he'd done you. But next Sunday, you want to do more than you've done tonight, and that's why you say to Brice, "No. No regrets. In fact... the opposite. I can't wait for next Sunday, but can we do it properly then?"

"Properly? Didn't I do it properly tonight?"

You giggle. "I didn't mean that, but I didn't get to do you."

Brice chuckles. "I'm intrigued. I can't think for a minute what a beautiful boy like you would want to do to an old man like me."

More soft laughs. "Give me Sinclair's phone number. I need to know what you like."

"Sinclair! I daren't give you his phone number. He'd pervert you and have you doing things you never dreamed about. He was a kinky little sod at times."

You giggle. "You don't know what I get up to with Beckham and Dr Who in here. Even Sinclair might raise an eyebrow if he knew."

Brice giggles. "I don't want to know any more. Anyway, how do I give you your birthday present?"

"Are you going to buy me something?"

"I wasn't thinking of buying something. I had something else in mind."

"Such as?"

"Nothing much. Just a few things that Sinclair liked."

You chuckle. "As in what Sinclair liked, or as in what Sinclair liked doing?"

"The latter. A few treats that would make your little Willie think it was his birthday."

You laugh. "It is his birthday."

"So it is. I forgot. I'll have to give him a kiss when I see him then."

You're now chuckling so much that you have to go under the duvet so dad can't hear you, and you whisper into the phone, "Do I have to wait for your little Willie's birthday before I can kiss him?"

"You mean Big Willie."

More giggles. "Big Willie then. Well, do I?"

"I'm not sure. I'll ask him. He can be a hard bargainer. Oops! An unintended double entendre."

"What's one of those?"

"Saying something that has two meanings, like hard bargainer and hard bargainer. Do you get it?"

You giggle. "You're rude. Anyway, what might he want in return?"

"He might insist that I get to kiss that gorgeous little bum of yours. How does that sound for a deal?"

"What sort of kiss?"

"Nothing much. Just the sort of kiss that used to make Sinclair spill his stuff all over me without even touching his little Willie."

"You can't do that to me then."

"Why not?"

"Didn't tonight tell you anything?"

"Such as?"

"I can't make stuff properly yet, so it wouldn't spill all over you."

"Can I ask you a sort of sensitive question, Alan?"

"Will it embarrass me?"

"Possibly, but before I did it tonight for you, when was the last time you did it before then?"

You chuckle. "This morning, before I came to see you. Why do you want to know?"

"Well, when I did it to you, my fingers were quite sticky afterwards. So the next question is... if you're coming here next Sunday, how long will you be able to go without doing it before you do come here?"

"I don't know. It's hard not to do it. A day?"

"How about three days?"

"No chance! I wouldn't be able to sleep."

Brice chuckles. "You boys! Never mind. Just do your best and we'll see what happens when you bring my coffee? Now hadn't you better be getting off to sleep?"

"Not really. It's nice talking to you like this. I don't get shy when we talk like this. I can say what I want."

"Such as?"

"I can tell you that I love you, and that you're the most special person I've ever met, and that I'm glad I'm gay now I've met you."

"That's nice, Alan, and I can tell you that I love you too, and that I've never regretted being gay. Do you know why that is?"

"No."

"Can I ask you something?"

"Yes."

"Do you get jealous when I talk about Sinclair?"

"No. I sort of look on him as a friend now. But I am a bit surprised that you picked me after being in love with him."

"Why's that?"

"Because he was really beautiful. Better looking than me."

"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, Alan, and as far as I'm concerned, you're just as beautiful as he was. When I first saw you at the bus stop, I couldn't believe how beautiful you were. And I'll tell you something else... you're a sexy little sod! When you took your tee-shirt off tonight, your body is so gorgeous that I wanted to eat you. And now I can tell you why I'm glad I'm gay. I've been so lucky that the two most beautiful boys I've fallen in love with have actually loved me back. What are the chances of that happening?"

You chuckle. "Maybe that's because you're such a gorgeous hunk yourself. I can't imagine anybody who's gay not falling for you. I think I'm the lucky one, and I just know Sinclair would have felt exactly like me."

"And on that nice note, it's time for sleep my special boy. Phone me whenever you can, and if I don't see you properly before next Sunday... then take care. I'm going to avoid you and the bus stop gang this week. I don't want to draw attention to us. So don't take offence if I do come out of the house and ignore you in particular."

"I won't. I love you. Goodnight."

"I love you too, Alan, Goodnight, and pleasant dreams."

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Pleasant dreams. How could you have anything else after what has happened to you today? But you're tired. That's because after the phone call ended, you did it twice while you were watching For a Lost Soldier on your laptop. On both occasions you were thinking about what Brice said about kissing your bum. You know he doesn't mean just kissing it... he means using his tongue up your bum. Rimming it's called. He was rimming you. But there was also something else he said that was in your mind while you were doing it: Big Willie. You saw how big the bulge in his jeans was when you were tickling his nipple, and one thing you really like about your men is thinking that they have a Big Willie. If Brice does what he said and rims you, then you can lie on his tummy and get to see and hold Big Willie, and you can kiss him and suck him off. Oh, God! You can't wait for next Sunday!

To be continued...

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