Date: Fri, 3 Jun 2005 21:37:32 +0100 (BST)
From: John Venn <johnvenn1698@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Garry and John: Making A Home

Disclaimer:

This story contains scenes of a sexual nature between
two boys, and a man & boy. If this is not to
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The story is purely imaginary and bears no resemblance
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Garry and John Make A Home	(m/t/t, mast, oral, anal,
cons)
by
Alexander.

(This story is a sequel to `Garry and John'.)

Chapter One.

Garry telephoned John at least three times a week for
the next three weeks, asking every time if he'd got a
job yet or found a house for them. So far the answers
had been no, but in a way that wasn't a bad thing as
each time they spoke on the `phone, they always seemed
to end up having a long-distance jerk-off session!

Garry hadn't mentioned anything to his mum and dad
about the possibility of moving either. Not only did
he think that they might not let him if he asked, and
not John, but also his dad was such a dick head that
would just assume that if Garry wanted something, he
would stop him anyway just for the hell of it. What
was noticed by his parents was that Garry was in a
much better mood for the first few days after his
holiday, and he'd even stopped wetting his bed. They
didn't say much about it except to think that he'd
grown up a bit. One evening his mum said how much
better it was for him now that he didn't do it. By
itself, that would have been alright, but then his dad
had to go and ruin it for him by adding, "And about
bloody time boy!" Garry wet the bed that night. It was
for the last time though, because afterwards he always
thought about John just before he went to sleep and
either jerked himself off or went to sleep holding his
erect cock dreaming of the time when he would leave
home and go and live with him. And he wasn't going to
let his father keep putting him down all the time
anymore: what he thought didn't matter a toss to him.

Things were working out more or less OK for John as
well. He'd had two interviews for jobs in Dover, Kent.
One was for a travel company who wanted an IT manager
and the other was for an insurance company who needed
an analyst. He didn't get the insurance one, but was
offered the job with the travel company which he
accepted after his second interview.  The money was OK
too, just enough to keep him and Garry he thought, if
they were careful. John decided to stay in Dover that
night and spent the afternoon visiting the house
agents and looking through the newspapers. He made a
list of the better flats and apartments whilst having
dinner in the hotel and made his mind up to look at
them in the morning.

Later that evening he was talking to the barman when
he happened to mention that he was looking for
somewhere to live and showed him the list he'd made.
He also told him that his younger brother was staying
with him as well: not for the first time John was
thankful that they had the same surname so that
wouldn't be a problem. The helpful barman suggested
that he crossed two or three of the addresses out as
they weren't in very good areas. He also suggested
that he went back to his new employer and ask them
because they sometimes kept lists of accommodation for
new staff. That was the first thing the following day
and saw the receptionist. She was pleased to help him
and dug out a folder from her desk. After she'd
flipped through it a couple of times, she volunteered
to telephone some of the places and see if they had
anything available. At the third try she found an
empty two-bedroom flat not very far away on the
Folkestone Road. It was a reasonable area although a
bit because of the traffic. The only problem was the
rent. It was a lot more than he thought it would be
and there was no way he could afford it. The
receptionist assumed that the second bedroom was for
his girlfriend or something and they would be able to
share the costs, but when he said that it was for his
schoolboy brother, she apologised. Then she said to
wait a minute and disappeared into an inner office;
when she came out she was accompanied by the man who'd
interviewed him yesterday. They shook hands and went
back into his office. The Office Manager, David,
sympathised with John's predicament and said he'd got
an idea. It turned out that John had to do a
three-month probationary period with the company,
following which there would be a substantial pay rise.
Provided that John did his work satisfactorily, he
couldn't see any problem with the rent after that, and
in the meantime the company would help him with some
of the rent. What John didn't know, and wasn't told,
was that they had offered him the minimum wages,
expecting him to ask for more, and therefore could
afford to give him a bit more anyway!

John was over the moon! In one glorious day he'd
solved almost solved two major problems and the world
was a wonderful place. He took a taxi to the house to
look at the flat: he would have taken almost anything
at that point, but even so was quite pleased when he
saw it. The house was in the middle of a long row of
four-storied Victorian terraced houses, built
originally for now non-existent holiday makers he
supposed. These had been converted over the years into
flats and bed-sits, and for the most part were still
respectable houses.

The door was opened by a middle-aged lady who turned
out to be the owner. After a brief chat about his work
and what sort of flat he wanted, she showed him to the
third floor. The flat took up the whole of the floor,
not very wide but quite long. At the front was the
living room with the kitchen alongside. Down a narrow
hallway was a small bedroom followed by a larger one
with the bathroom next to it. The furniture was a bit
shabby and well-used and the kitchen had a few bits
and pieces of mis-matched crockery and oddments of
cutlery, but enough to be going on with. Once he and
Garry had put a few pictures up and spread their
possessions out, it would probably look alright. There
was only one question which John hadn't asked, and was
afraid of the answer. When they'd agreed the rent and
so on, he told her that his 13-year old brother lived
with him and he would be going to school in Dover. He
didn't elaborate why he lived with him and hoped she
didn't ask. This didn't worry her apparently, in fact
she seemed quite pleased. "It means that you won't be
upping and leaving after a few weeks like a lot do,"
she explained. "Little boys can't be doing with being
moved around too much can they?"

And that was that. He signed the contract, to move in
as soon as he liked

Leaving the house, happier than ever, he wanted to
ring Garry straight away, but he would be in class
now. Instead he sent him a text message and asked him
to ring as soon as he could. In the meantime, John
went back to his hotel and had a drink with the barman
to thank him, before sitting down in the window to
gather his thoughts together.

First there was the big problem of getting his parents
to agree. He was sure they'd let Garry go if he could
only find the right way of asking them: that wanted a
lot of thought. Second, there was still the slight
problem with money. They'd have enough to live on if
they were careful, but there wouldn't be a lot spare.
He'd already made his mind up to use what little cash
he had to buy some new things for the flat, and he
could also borrow some from the bank. He'd never had a
bank loan before, even when he was at college and so
his credit was good. He was turning these thoughts
over in his mind when the phone rang.

It was Garry. Glancing at his watch, he saw that it
was only 11.30 and he should be in lessons.

"Hiya! What you doing?" John asked, "Shouldn't you be
in class?"

"Yeah, but I've come out for a piss," he laughed, "And
I'm sat in the toilet!"

John's cock stirred slightly at the mental image of
Garry sat in the toilet talking to him with his pants
round his ankles and stroking his dick. He was
probably wrong, but the picture was nice.

"Good, I've god some good news for you. I've got a
job, and a flat in Dover for us."

John couldn't get any further because he was
interrupted by a deafening shout of pure joy from
Garry. God knows who heard him or what they would
think, but somebody must have! It took two or three
minutes to quell the whoops of glee from his nephew
before he could carry on. He explained as best he
could about the flat and where it was and so on. He
was sure that Garry wasn't listening to half what he
was saying, but that didn't really matter just now,
they were both too happy to care.

Garry interrupted John and asked him if his prick was
hard, " `Cause mine is and I wish you were here to see
it and, well, you know!"

John knew exactly what he meant and wished he was
there too, but he simply laughed and said, "You randy
little sod. Wait till I see you!"

Garry giggled delightfully and made John promise that
he'd call him later when he was in bed and they could
have another long-distance talk followed by a
jerk-off.

"What do you think I'm doing now?" Garry laughed, but
there was a serious note to his voice now as John
realised that he was supremely happy with the news
that his heart's desire was soon to be fulfilled. They
closed the connection with goodbye kisses and a
reminder that they'd talk later.

John's dick was so hard now that he just had to take
care of it. Making a hurried escape to his room, he
stripped off completely and lay on the bed, softly
stroking his engorged dick and dreaming of Garry doing
the same thing almost a hundred miles away in a school
toilet in Oxford.



Chapter Two.

On the stroke of midnight, John rang Garry. The phone
was answered instantly by a breathless boy, "Hiya!"

"Hiya yourself," John replied. "And how are you
tonight, as if I didn't know?"

"Fucking brilliant!" he whispered. John didn't like to
hear Garry swear, it always seemed to grate when he
did, which thankfully was only very rarely. He could
be excused this time though and John ignored it.

"Good. Did you have a nice you-know-what this
morning?"

"Mmmmmmmm," he said, "And I bet you did too."

"Nope. I've decided to stop doing that now. I've got a
little boy to look after and I don't want to teach him
bad habits!"

"Much too late for that," Garry giggled, "And in any
case it was you who started it, so sucks to you!"

"What you doing now?" John asked.

"Laying on my bed with nothing on and playing with my
cock. You?"

"Same thing and I'm looking at that picture of you in
your swimming trunks, you know, the one where
........"

"I know, I know," Garry said. "Just think we'll be
able to do it together whenever we want soon, it'll be
fantastic won't it?"

John had to agree with him and his cock gave a jerk of
understanding when Garry interrupted:
"I'm gonna cum," he stammered out, "Jesus!"

John heard the moan; stifled, but still audible.

There was nothing else that John do except release his
own pent-up load in sympathy with his young lover and
shot great wads of his hot, sticky cum all over the
bed. There was nothing to be heard on the phones
except heavy breathing for a couple of minutes before
Garry managed to whisper out a breathless, "I love
you" before he switched off. He knew Garry well enough
to know even that would have been a tremendous effort
for him if he'd had a good cum, and he was sure he
had.

John suddenly remembered that he'd not told Garry that
he was going to come up to Oxford in a couple of days
and tell his parents of his plans. He texted Garry to
expect him at ten on Saturday and tell his parents.

The following morning his phone bleeped at breakfast.
The simple one word reply was `Yippppeee!.'

Garry smiled and willed his cock to go down.

John telephoned his uncle and aunt, without Garry
knowing, and asked if he could come down for the day
on Saturday, explaining that he would like to give
Garry a birthday present. That was agreed to, and John
took a deep breath before continuing.

"There's something else as well." He paused. "How
would it be if Garry came to live with me?"

There he'd said it. There was a pause at the other
end, and before his aunt said anything, he went on to
say that he'd not mentioned it to Garry yet, but they
got on alright together and they would be company for
each other, and he'd make new friends .... He was
conscious that he was gabbling a bit in his
nervousness and made an effort to slow down. "It might
do him good to get away from Oxford for a while
anyway," he finished, hoping that he'd not ruined it
by stupidly adding the last bit. His aunt was quiet
for a second or two before John said he'd ring them
back on Friday night to find out what they thought.
She agreed to this and they broke off the
conversation.

Rather to his surprise, John was shaking a bit when he
put the receiver down and took a moment to gather his
wits. He'd done it, for better or for worse, he'd done
it. Taking a deep breath and trying to force it to the
back of his mind for the time being, he concentrated
on collecting together and packing the a few he wanted
to take with him to the new flat. It seemed that every
thirty seconds the problem surfaced though, and
despite his best efforts, he couldn't stop worrying,
`What if's' going round and round in his mind. To
break the cycle, he dressed himself more appropriately
and paid a visit to his bank. There was surprisingly
little difficulty there either. Once he'd explained
about his new job and the flat, they were quite happy
to give him a loan. Much more than he needed in fact,
and he didn't have to mention Garry either. He decided
to take only half what he was offered, with the option
of taking the rest later if he wanted it. Feeling
better now, he bought some new crockery and bedding on
the way home. It was a very odd and novel feeling,
shopping for two - his family as he was now starting
to think of it - and exhilarating in a strange way.

Eight o'clock on Friday eventually arrived, and with
trembling fingers he dialled the number. It took three
or four heart-stopping minutes before the receiver was
picked up.

"Hello?" said his aunt.

"Hi! It's me," John replied.

"Oh, hello John." There was a pause. "We've had a talk
about Garry and we think it's a good idea, if you
still want to that is."

I couldn't believe my ears. All the worries, the
planning and the stress had paid off: I could feel the
weight lifting off my shoulders and was walking on
air. I realised that I was still being spoken to.

" .......... and when you get here tomorrow, we'll
talk some more."

Mustering as much gravitas as I could, I said that I'd
look forward to it, which was something of an
understatement.

Twenty minutes later my phone rang again: it was
Garry. This surprised me a little until he said that
he'd spent all evening taking with his mum and dad
about coming to live with me. For once, it seems that
they'd actually talked to him in a decision involving
himself. He was considerably calmer now than he was
the last time we spoke and I asked him where he was.

"Come out for a walk to the shops so's we could talk,"
he said.

"Great. So what did they say to you?" I was intrigued
as to how they'd put it to him.

"You never told me that you'd called them and asked
them," he said with a slight element of chastisement
in his voice. "And so when I got in and they told me
what you'd said, I was really surprised. I pretended
that was the first time I'd heard about it, but it was
hard `cause I was real happy inside. I was scared too
`cause dad kept looking at me."

"Yeah, I bet. Then what?"

"Well, the first thing mum asked me was what I thought
about it. I said at first that I didn't know, but it
seemed like it might be OK. It was the hardest thing
I've ever done," Garry giggled. "I wanted to laugh and
cry and jump and fly all at the same time!"

Not far underneath the surface of that beautifully
maturing just-13-year-old-body was a small child which
escaped once in a while with a delicious sense of
humour and a delightful playfulness. It was one of his
most endearing characteristics and I loved him all the
more for it. It was also the one which pissed his dad
off I guess.

We chatted for a while about what happened next. He'd
gone on to tell them that we'd had a good time camping
and we got on alright. "I even made mum smile when I
told her you made me do the cooking and washing up. I
think that was what swung it!" he laughed.

"What did your dad say?"

There was just the merest pause before he replied,
"Nothing." I felt desperately sorry for him at that
moment. His father couldn't even be bothered to take
enough of an interest in his youngest son's life to
ask him if he actually wanted to move away from his
home.  Garry knew this.

"Anyway," Garry said, cheering up, "What time you
gonna get here tomorrow, `cause I can't wait!"

"Sometime around ten I guess. You gonna be there?"

"Where else do you think I'd be, dork!"

He was right. Stupid question.

"OK then, I'll see you."

I was just about to switch off when Garry said,
"Wait!"

I listened. There was a pause and Garry continued,
"Thanks!  I mean it. It's gonna be OK isn't it?"

This was the deadly serious Garry. He could see a way
out of his not-too-pleasant life, and now it was
actually going to happen he was scared. The question
was a statement of fact as much as anything else.

I dropped my voice and whispered, "`Course it's going
to be alright." Then added, "I love you. See you
tomorrow."

"Love you too, See ya!"


Chapter Three.

I could have left home there and then and been happy
to drive to Oxford to camp out on their doorstep
overnight until they woke up. Instead I satisfied
myself with a couple of pints of lager and an early
night.

Despite a slow drive, I was parked up at the end of
their road before nine o'clock the next morning
looking at their house and thinking that I wouldn't
have to do this trip much more, thank God!

It suddenly occurred to me that I hadn't actually
bought Garry a birthday present. What with all the
joking about his birthday present being to move in
with me and so on, it'd completely slipped my mind.
Now I had a slight problem. Did I do nothing and not
buy him anything; did I get him something special or
did I get him something in between? Something special
might send the wrong signals to his parents, almost as
if I was congratulating him for leaving home. Getting
nothing would seem churlish; Garry wouldn't mind, but
I'm sure his dad would notice. I chose to resort to
the old stand-by and get some deodorant and
after-shave stuff for him. With a bit of luck, I would
be able to give him a special and more personal gift
later!

As much to kill time as anything else, I drove to the
shops, chose a gift and had them wrap it for me. I was
still twenty minutes early, but I was pissed off with
hanging about and so went straight to their house. No
sooner had I pulled up outside than the front door
opened and out shot a very excited young man. With a
supreme effort, he managed to slow himself down and
walk fairly leisurely towards me, his beautiful face
wreathed in smiles. Putting a friendly arm on the
shoulder nearest to me and ensuring he kept a little
distance away from me, we went back into the house.
The last thing we needed was an all-out embrace and
kiss on the front door-step, much as we would have
liked it.

I was slightly nervous as we sat and had a cup of
coffee once I'd said hello to everyone. I gave Garry
his present which he opened with typical speed and a
`thanks!' accompanied by another heart-stopping smile.
I really must get a grip of myself; I can't keep going
all sentimental every time he smiles at me - my cock
would never take the strain!

It wasn't long before `The Subject' came up. I
explained about my job and what it was all about, as
much as I knew anyway, and also lied that the job came
with a flat which was too big for one and that's when
I thought of Garry. He was listening intently, staring
into his drink and swinging his legs under the table
avoiding eye contact with everyone. My uncle and aunt
seemed satisfied with my explanation and the
provisional arrangements I'd made so far and told
Garry to thank me. Not, I noticed, another question
asking if he still wanted to come and stay with me.
Garry mumbled a quiet `thanks' still not looking at me
fully. His father was about to say something to him,
but changed his mind and said to me, "We can give you
25 pounds a week towards his keep."

This was a bombshell. It was the last thing I thought
they'd do, and I certainly wasn't going to ask them
for help, no matter how short we were. For an instant
I was furious with them: it was almost as if I was
being paid to take a troublesome kid off their hands.
Then I thought better of it and accepted the offer
with grateful thanks, allowing themselves to feel
better now that they could feel less guilty about
selling their son, which I thought it came very close
to.

How Garry felt during this conversation I'll never
know: I never had the courage to ask him. It must have
been extremely painful for him, being talked about as
if he were a bag of goods being bought and sold.
Thankfully, once one or two little things had been
ironed out, the topic was dropped and we changed to
lighter things. When I asked Garry what he'd got for
his birthday, he perked up and dragged me off upstairs
to his room. I think we were all grateful for the
break anyway.

Once inside the door, even before it was closed, Garry
leapt up at me, wrapped his legs round my waist and
kissed me deeply. He was getting too big for this now
and being unprepared for the onslaught, I almost fell
over. I pushed him down to his feet and kissed him
again, quickly, just in case we were interrupted.  His
presents were scattered around his desk and bed, the
torn and discarded wrappings decorating the floor.
Most of them were clothes: shirts, socks, trousers and
so on. And, I suddenly realised they were nearly all
school-type clothes. I stared at him questioningly and
asked, "No games or anything?"

"Nope." He replied, I got what we needed though."

Apparently once the surprise of my phone call was
over, they'd had a family conference and all had
agreed that he should go if he wanted. I hadn't
thought about this aspect and was thrown a bit by it.
Garry explained to me that once it'd been agreed that
he could go, everyone had decided to buy him `useful'
instead of `birthday' presents, which meant school
clothes. I determined that later I would buy him
something more appropriate than school shirts and
socks.

I'd been asked if I wanted to stay for the night, but
had got out of it by saying that I wanted to go to
Dover and spend Sunday cleaning the flat up and moving
some of my stuff in. Garry's eyes lit up suddenly and
I knew exactly what he was thinking, and so did
everyone else in the room.

Everyone turned to look at me. This was a totally
unexpected turn of events and my mind turned over
rapidly. There was no real difficulty in his coming
with me, except that I didn't fancy the idea of
driving to and from Dover the following day. It was a
long way and I had to look after the pennies now.

We compromised somewhat when my uncle offered to meet
me on the outskirts of London on Sunday afternoon and
collect Garry. This was workable I though, and agreed,
much to Garry's delight. Dashing off upstairs, he said
he was going to pack his things. I would probably have
driven all the way there and back anyway for the
chance of spending a night alone with Garry, but they
weren't to know that were they?

There was a bumping and banging down the stairs and we
all turned to see Garry struggling to carry a gigantic
suitcase. It was obviously full, and heavy: Garry was
sweating and panting with the effort as he fought his
way to the front door. The case held a great deal more
than anything he could possibly need for an over-night
stay, and there was no way he could have packed it in
the two or three minutes he was out of the room. But
nobody said anything. I offered to help him carry it
out to the car, but he was determined to do it himself
and wouldn't let me anywhere near it. As far as he was
concerned, it was the ending of one chapter of his
life and the start of a new and better one, and he was
determined to do it himself. He allowed me to help
just a little as we lifted it into the back of my
Landrover.

There wasn't much to keep either of us in Oxford after
this, and with almost indecent haste, Garry and me
made our way to leave. I looked in the mirrors as we
drove away. His mother was standing in the door waving
at us. His father had returned to his newspaper and
pipe.

We were driving up the hill out of his village when it
suddenly struck me. Within the past couple of hours
somehow I'd managed to sort Garry out, sort some more
cash out for us, get half his belongings in the car,
and incidentally end up with an exuberant 13-year-old
bouncing up and down in the seat next to me sorting
his prized comics out, on the way to Dover for the
night! Four weeks ago, there was me and my college -
full stop!!

Once we were on the open road, Garry stacked his pile
of magazines and comics up neatly and put them on the
floor. Then he turned round and said, "I can't believe
it!"

"What?" I replied smiling at him.

"You and me. We've done it!" He slid closer to me,
slipped his arms round my waist and hugged me tightly.
He reached over, kissed me on the neck and grinned
impishly, his arms still gripping me firmly.

"What you got in your case? It weighs a ton," I asked.

"My things." was all he deigned to answer, as if that
explained everything.

"When did you pack it? You couldn't have done all that
in two minutes."

"Nope. I started putting things in it the day after we
came back from camping. All the clothes I didn't need,
my best games and things, some books, some .........."

"Ok," I interrupted, " I get the idea, but don't you
think you were just a bit previous?"

"Naaah. I knew you'd get things organised."

I didn't mention to him that his packing a suitcase
might just have given the game away to his parents if
they had seen it!

"Where is Dover anyway?" he asked as he made himself
comfortable on the seat; as usual, curled up
foetus-like with his head in my lap, one thumb in his
mouth and the other hand making its way southwards.

"Here, have a look at the maps." I tossed him my road
atlas, "I think its on page 80."

If I thought this might stop him toying with his dick
or taking his thumb from his mouth, I was mistaken. He
turned over onto his back, rested the atlas on his
knees and turned to page 80. Back went the thumb and
back went the hand. I ruffled his hair and smiled at
him. This was the Garry I knew and loved. He could be
clever and mature when he wanted to be, a 13-year-old
son anyone would be proud of: he could also be
charmingly child-like and innocent when he was
comfortable and at ease. Secretly there was nothing he
liked more than a big cuddle and a lot of tender,
loving, care.

His head was resting in my groin and quite
deliberately he rolled his head slightly from side to
side, knowing precisely the effect it would have on
me. Within seconds I was rock-hard and had to lift his
head up to move my dick somewhere less painful. He
didn't even bother to stir himself, just as if I was
doing the most natural thing in the world. I reached
over and picked up the atlas. His cock was sticking
out from his flies, his hand wrapped round it
lovingly, which was no more or less than I expected of
him. I replaced the atlas and relaxed, concentrating
on my driving. Life at that moment was particularly
good I thought to myself. Very good in fact.

An hour later we were approaching the outskirts of
London. I decided to drive round rather than have the
hassle of fighting my way through the centre: it was
longer, but we were in no particular hurry and I
didn't want to disturb the magical atmosphere in the
car. I stopped at some traffic lights and Garry raised
his head just enough to see where we were.

"I'm hungry," he said as much to himself as to me and
dropped his head back in my lap. Like me, he was far
too comfortable and peaceful to be bothered much about
anything, but a boy and his stomach ............ !

I pulled into the next roadside cafe we saw and
stretched my arms and legs.

"Wanna go in for a meal, or take-away?" I asked.

"Dunno. Let's go see what they got."

The fresh air hit us suddenly, rudely waking us up
from our dream-world. There was nothing special to eat
in the cafe, so we made do with a couple of hot-dogs
and tins of soft drink. Throwing them into the car, I
headed for the toilets. Garry followed, almost holding
my hand but deciding against it at the last second. We
were in the big world now, not his dream one. The
toilets were disgusting and we didn't stay in there a
second longer than we had to, not even to wash - our
hands were a damn sight cleaner, even after we'd had a
piss, than the sink had been in many years I guessed.

We sat in the car and finished our food in silence.
Garry had opted to take my place behind the wheel,
relegating me to the passenger seat. We threw the
remains of the packaging at the waste bin, missed, and
left it to join the rest of the rubbish scattered
around.

"Can I ......." Garry started, but was stopped.

"Not here, too busy. But I promise you can later."

We were wide awake now and taking much more notice of
the world around us. I glanced at the atlas and worked
out roughly we had about forty miles to go. Get there
about six I judged. Then I remembered: I hadn't told
my landlady that we were coming down tonight! I
started to look for a place to stop and phone her.
Five miles later, I turned off onto a side road and
stopped. Fortunately she was at home and sounded
pleased to hear from me. I explained that we were
coming down to drop some things off at the flat and
would probably stay the night if that was alright.
There was no objection and I breathed a sigh of
relief.

Garry had wandered off while I was making the call and
I suddenly heard him shout out, "John, come over here
and look at this."

There was no urgency in his voice, so I walked
leisurely towards him. He was sitting under a tree,
trousers round his knees and his cock standing
perfectly upright between his splayed legs. He flashed
one of his special grins at me and stared at his
swollen member.

"It's done it again!" he giggled.

There was nothing I could do, or wanted to do, about
him just then. I strode over and sat alongside, taking
his cock in my hand and stroking it. It'd been ages
since we'd done anything together and I was suddenly
aware of how much I'd missed his presence and was
desperate for him.

I pushed him onto his back, still holding on to his
red-hot prick and kissed him deeply. His arms wrapped
themselves round my neck and locked on firmly. We'd
kissed before of course, hundreds of times, but this
was different. We were together now, officially and
for ever. All the tension and worries of the past days
dissipated, all the problems had been solved and we
could relax into each other. Our kisses became more
passionate and harder; I let go of his cock and hugged
him tightly against me, my hands worming their way
under his clothes to be next to his silky smooth skin.
I felt his fingers desperately struggling in vain to
unfasten my belt and trousers. Breaking off our
embrace for a second, we fumbled our trousers down as
far as they would go and allowed our bodies to writhe
and mingle together in a frenzy of a too-long
frustrated desire.

I lay him on top of me, our bone-hard dicks alongside
each other, and cuddled him. This was what all the
planning and scheming had been about, this was what we
both needed and wanted so badly. This was Garry and
John together at last.

I don't know how long we were there like that, time
had ceased to mean anything the moment I touched him.
I moved my hands down to his butt cheeks and squeezed
them gently, pulling him tightly into my groin. Garry
moaned in ecstasy and thrust his tongue deeper into my
mouth, his body melding into mine. I was dimly aware
of his desperate boyish thrustings, our cocks in a hot
passionate embrace of their own, throbbing and beating
together. I felt the exquisite tremor as he ejaculated
suddenly and viciously, his boiling sperm spasming
out, serving to bond us even closer. He was too far
gone even to notice his cumming or to fly into one of
his awe-inspiring orgasmic fits. Even after the
release of his pent-up tension, he never ceased in his
embraces or incessant kisses. Eventually, between
kisses, he lifted his head just enough to look into my
eyes and whispered softly, "Fuck me. Please?"

His voice was so plaintive and wistful that there was
no way on Earth any man could have resisted him. I
didn't care who was around, didn't care where we were,
didn't even care who knew about us. I lifted him up
and sat him on my chest. Resting his delicate hands on
my chest he looked at me, the urgent need for loving
showing in his face. Staring deeply into his eyes, I
grasped his waist and pulled him up. He grasped my
cock with both his hands and held it as he slowly
searched for the spot. Satisfied he was in the right
place, he suddenly dropped straight down. There was
the merest grimace as he released the muscle tension
in his thighs and plunged, taking in all my solid tool
in one quick movement before he came to a stop against
my balls, his angelic face contorted with passion, his
eyes shining with satisfaction.

"That's fucking magic! It's been too long, John.
Christ, that feels good!"

I lay and stared glassy-eyed ; first at his radiant
beauty, then at his shiny adolescent prick, still
painfully erect. It'd never looked nicer or more
attractive, the tiny droplets of his love-juice
glistening in the sun and serving only to fuel my
desires, the growing fringe of soft downy pubic hair
at the base of his dick looking for all the world like
a golden halo.

Neither of us were in a fit state to last very long
and within three or four strokes we both shot volcanic
loads, desperately and frantically: his second and
still powerful, my first and no less forceful. They
arrived with frightening speed, but it didn't matter
in the slightest. We'd proved our love for each other
in the best possible way, satisfying our physical lust
in a few heaven-sent thrusts, celebrating our deep and
abiding love. Completely exhausted we pulled our
trousers up and nestled together in perfect peace.

After a life-time we unwillingly separated ourselves
and somewhat sadly walked side-by-side back to the
car, exhausted but blissfully content.


Chapter Four.

We arrived at our new home a little after seven. I
slid the car into a vacant parking bay and opened the
front door. Garry was standing slightly behind me as I
knocked to let the landlady know we'd arrived.
Beaming, she welcomed us both, gave Garry a smile and
shook his hand. Declining her offer of a cup of tea,
we collected as much baggage as we could and climbed
the stairs. Fumbling about in my pocket, I handed
Garry his keys, complete with tag with his name on,
and invited him to open our door. It was the first
time he'd been allowed his own door keys.
 Throwing the gear inside, Garry ran from room to
room, exploring and commenting on the view of the
channel from the back bedroom window. Glancing round,
it struck me how tawdry and run-down the place looked.
It seemed fine when I first inspected it, but now my
little prince was here I was worried that it wasn't at
all the sort of place to start our life together. I
wanted the very best of everything for him; he was
leaving a comfortable, well-furnished home with all
the modern conveniences, to live in a decrepit, very
much lived-in, flat. I may have been pissed off, but
not Garry. Pausing only for a fleeting instant to hug
me, he checked the rooms out again, a Cheshire-cat
grin filling his face. I started to feel better seeing
how happy he was.

One last trip to the car and we dumped our few
belongings on the floor of the living room and dropped
onto the sofa, arms round each other.

"It's fantastic!" he stammered, "It's OK!"

We kissed quickly as I said, "Welcome home." That
earned me another kiss and the start of another
hard-on, which I chose to ignore, at least for the
time being.

Within an hour we'd sorted the boxes out, replaced the
crockery and cutlery with our own, put one or two bits
or personal stuff around and arranged the furniture as
we wanted. My small portable TV was fitted up - it
would do us until I brought my full-size one down, and
the place began to look like a home. Garry's suitcase
was the last to be sorted, and I saw him hesitate for
a moment as he dragged it to the door of what was
going to be his room. With a slightly defiant grin, he
pulled the case past the door and into what he'd
determined was to be OUR room. Accepting this, at
least for the time being, I went to help him. I'd only
got a few clothes with me as I'd not intended to move
in quite just yet and so there was plenty of room for
Garry's things. Carefully and with fastidious
fairness, he mumbled to himself as he stowed his
clothes, `that's my draw', `that's John's'; `that's my
cupboard', that's John's'.

Nine o'clock rolled round and we were more or less
finished. Collapsing together on the big arm-chair
with Garry on my lap, we surveyed the room. It was
starting to look better already ands we were both
pleased with ourselves. I realised I was hungry and
asked Garry if he wanted to eat Indian or Chinese.

"Indian!" he said.

Dover is the main cross-channel port for England,
reputedly the busiest passenger port in the world. It
is only a fairly small town in itself, but because of
the high number of visitors has a lot of hotels and
restaurants. I knew of a good Indian one not too far
away and so once we'd had a wash and change found our
way there.

Although it was quite busy, we managed to get a table
for two and settled down to eat. Garry had dropped
into his grown-up `I'm an adult' mode now and was the
perfect little gentleman, ordering his meal and
behaving himself as if it was something he did
everyday. To celebrate I ordered a bottle of red wine.
Pouring a good sized glass for each of us, we raised
them to our lips and looked at each other. A silent `I
love you' flashed between us and we grinned.

After the meal, Garry was all for going back home
straight away but after only a little persuasion
changed his mind and we went for a walk towards the
harbour. On the way I pointed out some places of
importance for him; the railway station, the bus
station, Dover Castle way up on the hilltop over the
town, and his new school on the opposite side of town,
just visible between the houses.

It was almost midnight when we got back much to our
surprise. We'd been walking and talking for nearly two
hours and hadn't noticed. Neither of us felt
particularly tired, the day had been far too full of
excitement for that and we hadn't quite come down from
our emotional high yet. We sat and watched the tiny TV
for a while, but Garry was restless, shifting his
position on my lap, grinding his butt into my groin
and nuzzling against my neck. It was obvious what was
on his mind - mine too come to that. The only problem
was that we had no bedding! There were a couple of
manky old blankets in the cupboard which had seen
better days, and I didn't fancy sleeping under those!
Resorting to the trusty sleeping bags, we retrieved
them from the back of the Landrover and spread them
out on `our' bed. They would have to do for tonight.
Garry said that it was like camping out again, but
indoors this time.

We undressed together, dropping our clothes where we
stood. I kept my underpants on, as much out of habit
as anything else. Garry had his on as well, but a sly
grin and a slow, deliberate removal of them soon
persuaded me to take mine off as well. We climbed into
bed, wrapped the make-shift covers round us and
cuddled up close, Garry resting his head on my chest.
We sighed together and made ourselves comfortable.

Looking out of the window in front of us, we watched
the twinkling lights in the harbour, illuminating the
cross-channel ferries as they wove their way in and
out of the quays. Way off on the horizon we could just
make out the orange glow of the streetlights on the
French coast, some 20 or 25 miles away. We enjoyed the
view in silence, me stroking Garry's soft hair and
Garry breathing gently on my chest. I asked Garry if
he was happy, but there was no response. He'd drifted
off to sleep. Kissing him gently on the forehead, I
whispered `goodnight' and closed my eyes. My last
conscious memory was of my cherub, wrapped round my
body, a leg draped across mine with a knee pressing
lightly in my groin and his flaccid (for once!) dick
nestled against my thigh.

Dawn came early, it was only just after six am when I
opened my eyes to the new day. Sometime during the
night, Garry had changed sides and was now stretched
out full length alongside me, his head on the pillow.
He was twirling my cock hairs between his fingers,
watching as my cock slowly filled up. I became aware
of his morning erection pressing into my thigh and I
turned over to look at him. His eyes were half-open as
he yawned and said, "Morning! It's about time you woke
up. I've been awake for ages."

"Morning!" I replied, stretching out. "How are you
today?"

"Perfect." he sighed.

He squirmed round under the cover, rested his head on
my shoulder and began to nibble my ear.

"That tickles!" I laughed, pushing his head away. He
gave me a quick kiss on the ear as if to say sorry,
and lay on top of me, resting on his elbows.

"What we gonna do today?" he said quietly, yawning
again.

"I don't know yet. It's too early." I closed my eyes
and rested.

"Wanna cup of coffee?" he said, scrambling off the
bed.

I opened my eyes and looked at him standing next to
me, still naked, his erection pointing straight at me.

"Christ!" I grinned, "I'm not sure I can cope with
that thing staring me in the face first thing in the
morning, beautiful though it is!" I took hold of his
cock and gave it a squeeze.

He thrust himself forwards ever so slightly and
smiled.

"Get some pants on if you're gonna make coffee, I'd
hate for you to scald it. What would your mum say if I
sent you home with a burnt dick?"

He laughed lightly and searched for his pants, pulling
them up as he staggered towards the kitchen, hopping
from foot to foot. I got up as he disappeared and went
for a piss. Getting back into bed, I settled back in
the warmth and thought. The first thing we had to do
was make a list of the things we needed for the flat,
then arrange the bedrooms properly and ...... I was
turning these thoughts over in my mind when Garry came
back, balancing two cups of coffee and a plate of
toast precariously in his hands. Setting them on the
bedside chair, he jumped on the bed sitting
cross-legged next to me, chewing on a slice of toast.
Taking my cup, I looked at him over the top of it,
thinking how lucky I was to have such an angel to love
and cherish.

Finishing my impromptu breakfast, I rested my hand on
his knee and stroked it. Garry, swallowing the last
mouthful of toast wriggled down and cuddled up to me,
thumb in his mouth and eyes closed. I wiped away a few
crumbs from his lips and kissed him.

"Mmmmmmmmm, that's nice!" he mumbled. He pushed his
thumbs inside his pants and took them off. "That's
better!" he sighed and I felt his cock stir against my
leg as he settled down. I spread my legs apart for him
as I felt a cool hand take my cock and begin to rub
it. My hand found his and did the same for him. Once I
was solidly hard, which didn't take long, Garry spun
round, and kneeling astride me, bent over and took my
cock into his mouth, sucking on it gently and rubbing
my balls with his fingertips. Reaching under him, I
took both his hairless balls in mine and held them,
feeling their weight before running my fingers up and
down his proud erection. I let him carry on tonguing
and sucking me for as long as he wanted; I was quite
happy to have the pleasure of gently massaging his
dick for him as he did so, feeling it throb in my
hand.

Slowly he turned round and lay on top of me, inserting
his prick between my legs. He moaned as he settled
down and began to thrust up and down with short,
sensual movements. His belly was rubbing my cock
wonderfully with each thrust back and forth. I clasped
my hands on his butt cheeks and encouraged him to move
a little quicker. Gradually he built up the speed and
force as he headed towards his climax and the
thrustings became more and more urgent and desperate.
I slipped a finger inside his hole and pushed,
searching for his tiny prostate. He began moaning and
shouting ecstatically as between us we drove him
closer and closer towards the edge. His back arched,
his head was thrown back and with a last, impassioned
thrust he lost his load, shooting out solid pellets of
hot, precious cum to cover my balls and drip onto the
bedcover. His body, now rigid and trembling violently,
eyes glazed and mouth agape, collapsed on top of me
struggling for breath. Tightly I held him, forcing my
tongue deep into his throat as we kissed fervently. My
own cum cemented us together as we gradually returned
to Earth.

Garry was speechless. I'd learned by experience that
these episodes took a great deal out of him, and he
was also embarrassed by his total inability to stop it
happening once he was travelling that route. I stroked
his back as he stared at me, eyes still slightly
glazed with a bemused expression on his face. Tears
were rolling down his cheeks.

"Sorry! Sorry!" he cried, burying his head on my
shoulder. "I can't ..... I can't"

I shushed him and kissed him again delicately. "Don't
worry. I think it's the best thing ever. It shows just
how much you enjoy it, and that you like doing it with
me enough to go like that."

He managed a weak smile and closed his eyes, soon to
drop into a peaceful doze. This was the Garry I knew
and loved. Don't let him change, ever.

Eventually of course, we had to make a move. Leaving
him to wake up slowly, I had a quick shower and
dressed, making us a drink. I sorted some clean
clothes out for him, put the soap and shampoo out in
the shower and woke him up. Rubbing his eyes as he sat
up, he started to apologise again but I stopped him
and said, grinning, "Don't panic! I wouldn't have it
any other way! I love you for it!"

As he showered, I thought about it. To begin with it
scared me when he reacted like this, but I had got
used to it, and it was worrying him more than me now.
I think that it frightened him badly sometimes, not
that he would admit it of course. Hopefully he would
grow out of it, or learn to live with it: either way
was fine by me. To be honest, I think it was more or
less a matter of his body getting used to the
intensity of his adolescent hormones and he would soon
get them under control. I was simply glad that I was
able to be there for him and for us to work it through
together.

Once dressed, we hit the town. First thing was
breakfast, which we had standing at a tea bar on the
sea front. Garry was ravenous as usual and downed
twice as much as I did, grinning like a two-year old
all the while. He was back to normal. There was a
street market in the car park and we wandered around
in the crowd enjoying the sea-air and sun. I picked up
a few things for the flat; bed sheets and blankets,
towels and other odds and ends. Garry was away on his
own exploring the games and toys I imagined. He came
back after a while with an armful of comics. He
stuffed them into the bag and grabbing me by the arm,
pulled me over to a clothes stall.

"Can we get some shirts?" he asked, "They've got some
good ones here."

Nodding agreement I watched as he searched through the
rack. It took him a while to find what he wanted and
threw them on his shoulder as he turned his attention
to the box of shorts. Picking two pairs out, he added
them to the shirts and handed them to the stall
holder. I paid for them and we started to walk back to
the flat. It was getting close towards the time when
we would have to make a move to meet his father.

Back indoors he stood in the middle of the floor and
stripped off down to his pants. It wasn't all that
long ago we'd had some fun, and I was not really in
the mood for any more sex just then. But for once,
that wasn't on his mind I realised as he hurriedly
unwrapped the clothes we'd bought.
He produced two sets of identical clothes, one for me
and one for him. The T-shirts were pale blue cotton
with a Dover badge on them, the shorts were white and
matched perfectly.

"Go on, get `em on," he said. "We got the same. It'll
be brilliant!"

He was right. If I looked half as good as he did, then
they were OK. He was an attractive boy at the best of
times, and wearing these new clothes made him look
even more handsome. I felt a familiar twinge in my
groin as I looked at him. Not for the first time I
thought that maybe, just maybe, he might be
better-looking than was good for him. I made a mental
note to have a talk to him sometime, along with
several other things.
We locked the flat, threw his now empty suitcase in
the car and reluctantly headed off to find his father.
He was in a rather subdued mood as we drove, idly
flicking through his comics. I knew what he was
thinking and there was nothing I could do about it.
Reaching the point where I'd made the phone call to
our landlady, Garry stared out of the window at `our'
tree. Without a word, he grinned at me, made a grab
for my balls and squeezed gently. He then curled up on
the seat, adopted his now normal travelling position
and closed his eyes. I removed his thumb from his
mouth, replaced it with mine and settled down to drive
as I watched his hand snake down to his shorts.

"What time we meeting dad?" he asked after a while,
staring at my prune-like thumb.

"About three. I said we'd give him a ring and let him
know where we were."

"Mmmm," he replied glancing at his watch. "About an
hour to spare then."

The inference was obvious. I sighed dramatically and
said, "No Way, Hose! I'm plumb tuckered out!"

"No you're not, I can tell." he rolled his head over
my burgeoning cock. "And I'm ready for it, see?" He
lifted his shorts up to show me. There was a pause
before he went on, "And in any case it's going to be
ages before we can do anything again, isn't it?"

He'd done it again. The combination of his pleading
voice and tantalising glimpse of his adorable dick
were too much. That, and the reminder we were about to
be separated again settled the matter and we began to
look for somewhere to park up for a while.

Finding a quiet spot down one of the many country
lanes surrounding us, I braked to a halt under a tree
and gazed at him. "Well?" I grinned, "Now what?"

"Bollocks!" he smiled and made a dive for my groin.
Frantically he undid the button of my shorts and
forced them down as far as he could, along with my
pants.

"Wait!" I panted, "Let's go outside."

Garry scanned the countryside for signs of life as I
searched in the back of the Landrover. Finding what I
wanted stuffed in the corner, I untied the plastic
sheet and opened it up. Spreading it out on the grass
in front of the car, I glanced at Garry who recognised
the dreaded object immediately and pulled a face. It
was the sheet from his bed.

Sitting in the middle of it, my legs spread as far
apart as they would go, I lay Garry down between them
and stroked his cheeks. He sighed blissfully and
leaned up to press his lips against mine, giving me
three or four quick pecks, teasing me with his tongue.
Unable to take much of this, I grabbed the back of his
head and forced him to me, sinking my tongue into his
warm mouth. I felt his body soften as he relaxed. We
took pleasure in each other for a few minutes,
alternately kissing and stroking each other, knowing
that we wouldn't be able to be as close as this for
quite some time to come.

Garry suddenly sat back on his haunches and pulled his
shirt off. "This ain't no good. Quick, get `em off!"
he panted. "Come on!"

In less time than it takes to tell, we were stripped
bare and hugging each other, our boners dancing
together between us. Dropping to the ground we faced
each other and smiled. Gently I took Garry's leaking
cock in my hand and rolled his foreskin between my
fingers as he started to stroke mine slowly. I
manoeuvred my spare hand to his chest and stroked his
nipples between my finger and thumb, leaning down to
kiss them wetly.

"Oh Christ! Don't, don't!" he gasped, "Oh Jesus! John,
....."

A hand shot up to grab mine, but stopping me was the
very last thing on his mind. He held it there as I
rubbed his now firmly erect little nipples. I felt his
dick swell and become even hotter if that were
possible and it throbbed massively. He'd lost all
power of speech by now and was thrashing about on the
ground as if possessed, low guttural sounds escaping
from his gaping mouth. Frightened I was going to send
him over the top far too soon, I eased off and kissed
his lovely pink lips. He returned the kiss violently,
his tongue writhing to find mine in desperation.
Throwing his body on top of me, he grabbed my hair,
pulled me tightly into him and sunk his tongue even
deeper. Gradually he withdrew from the precipice and
regained control of his breathing. He was glowing
bright red from head to toe, beads of sweat glistening
on his brow. His hands returned to my dripping cock
and stroked it lovingly.

"Lift your legs up," he whispered.

I did as I was asked, willingly, and held them back
out of the way as he re-positioned himself.
He smeared some of his pre-cum over the end of his
shaft, peeled his foreskin back and pushed. With
remarkable ease, my pucker opened up to accept him and
he let it slide in, relishing every millimetre as he
lowered himself down.

There were no words this time, just a moan of delight
as he rested for a second. Then he started,
excruciatingly slowly at first, pulling back until his
corona was just inside, then pushing back until he was
as far as he could reach. I counted three, four, five
times as he fucked me, his nails biting deep into my
shoulders with the effort. Six, seven, eight .........
I stopped counting as he got faster and faster, now
almost screaming with passion.


"Go, go, go ......." he repeated, "Fucking go!"

My head span and I lost all sense of reality as he
thrust backwards and forwards, time and time again.
Then, with one urgent and final push, he ejaculated
fearsomely, I swear I could feel his cum spraying my
inside with his beautiful sperm. His little hand,
still griping my ultra-rigid dick was covered in my
spunk as I joined him. Quickly I pulled him down and
covered his lips with mine to silence him, one hand on
his back, the other covering his butt cheeks as he
spasmed time and time again. This was the longest time
ever he'd blanked out and I was just getting really
concerned when he came to, tears rolling down his
cheeks in happiness.

We cuddled and hugged as our dicks slowly softened,
mine slipping un-noticed from his well-lubricated
hole. Garry smiled at me wickedly, twisted round and
swiped the cum off my belly with his tongue and
swallowed it.

"Now I've got you in both ends of me!" he giggled.
"Something to remember you by."

We dressed ourselves and sat together with arms
linked.

"When can I move down properly?" he asked.

I'd been thinking about that and hadn't really come to
an answer. As soon as possible was my gut reaction,
but there were other considerations to be taken into
account. It would take me a few days to tidy the flat
up and start my new job, it would take Garry a little
while to collect his school stuff and tell them he was
leaving, and about thirty seconds to pack.

"About two weeks I guess."

There was a momentary flash of disappointment, but it
quickly went as he thought about it.

"That's OK then, but no longer or I'll change my
mind!"

"Bollocks!" I mouthed at him, "as if!"

I got another hug for that and a kiss.

"Come on then, let's go and find my old man."

We helped each other to our feet and stared at the
plastic sheet. Almost ceremoniously we scrunched it up
and threw it into the bushes. I knew we wouldn't ever
be needing that again.



Chapter Five.

We met his mum and dad at a motorway service station
and had a cup of tea together. Garry said that the
flat `was OK,' and that Dover was a nice place and he
thought he'd like living there. And that was that. We
agreed that I would drive up and collect Garry and the
rest of his things in a couple of weeks. As we stood
in the car park saying goodbye, my uncle handed me an
envelope.


"That's his birth certificate, passport and some other
bits. There's a cheque in there as well for the first
month." It struck me as slightly humorous: it was just
the same as buying a second-hand car. A few bits of
paper, a cheque and the deal was done. One car. Or in
this case, one boy. I was glad Garry missed it.

One last comment threw me, and I'll remember it to my
dying day. "Got your bed sheet?" his father asked as
Garry settled down in back of the car. I could see the
tears welling up instantly. He'd had a wonderful
24-hours, settled into his new home, was as happy as a
sand-boy and was looking forward to a new life. All
ruined in one thoughtless sentence from his father. Or
perhaps it wasn't quite so thoughtless I considered.
Knowing him, it could've been quite deliberate, after
all his son was showing signs of being happy.

I was dumbstruck and hadn't a clue what to say. The
bastard deserved some sort of answer, but I was
speechless. Garry, bless him, was quicker than I was
and retorted, almost viciously, "Don't need it no
more." and looked away from him into the distance.
The implication wasn't missed. Garry's dad opened his
mouth as if to say something, thought better of it,
and climbed into the car. I knew Garry would pay for
that remark later, but I was also confident that he
couldn't give a damn.

I drove slowly homewards. My mind turning over several
things at once. I felt in my pocket for the envelope
his dad had given me and opened it. Glancing at the
contents, confirmed that his birth certificate and
passport were there as well as the cheque, which I
folded and put in my wallet. The only other thing of
any interest was a doctor's appointment card for Garry
to see him about his bed wetting. I tore it up and
dropped it out of the window.

I decided to spent a last night with my parents,
gather the few remaining bits I had there before
moving full-time to Dover. It was only thirty miles
from Dover to my parents so wouldn't take me long to
drive. I hadn't lived at home, apart from holidays,
for some years now and they were accustomed to me
dropping in for a night or two once in a while, but
spending most of my life elsewhere. I didn't mention
Garry to them; dad and Uncle Bill hadn't spoken since
I tried to get them together, and I thought they
wouldn't be all that pleased about my taking Garry
under my wing. They would understand why completely,
but still wouldn't agree with it, `leave things well
alone and don't interfere' being their motto.

I decided to ring Garry every night that week to check
everything was still OK with him; I was worried about
his father. I fully expected him to get physical with
Garry, just as he had done with his other sons,
especially after that comment in the car park. I
couldn't do much from a hundred miles away, but the
support might help make things easier. I called him at
midnight as I was finishing off a scratch meal.
Thankfully he was OK. As soon as he got home he went
to his room and stayed there, he told me. Neither
parent asked him how he was or what he thought about
Dover other than the conversation we'd had at the
service station.

Wandering about the shops the following day, I picked
up a nice twin-bunk and desk sort of thing for Garry's
room from a second-hand shop: some new curtains and
pictures completed our furnishings. I even bought a
couple of tins of paint and tarted up the kitchen. By
the time I'd finished, the place was looking good. I
spent the evening making up Garry's bed, putting some
of his clothes in the drawers and arranging his things
for him. I wondered idly how often the bed was going
to be used. Midnight came and I called him. He was
pleased to hear my voice and we chatted idly about
odds and ends for a while before I realised that there
was something wrong. "What's the matter?" I asked,
worried.

"Nothing," he answered, but I could tell he was lying.

"Come on, what's up?"

"Dad hit me today," he said quietly.

I was furious. "Why?" I demanded.

"Dunno. I was late home from school because we'd been
playing football and he smacked me when I got in."

"Did he hurt you?"

"No, not much. I don't care anyway."

I comforted him as much as I could and told him not to
worry, it wouldn't last much longer. When he told me
that the same thing had happened again two days later,
I made my mind up to do something about it.

"Listen. Tell your mum that I'll be up Saturday to
pick you up. Don't tell your dad, get your mum to tell
him. And to ring me as well."

I got the phone call the following morning. She was
embarrassed as hell telling me about it, but I
couldn't care less, she was in a better position than
anyone to put a stop to it, but she never had in all
the years I'd known her. Sympathy was in short supply.
"If it's alright with you, I can come and get Garry on
Saturday. I've spoken to him and its OK with him."

She sounded relieved and said it would be OK. I lied
and added that I wouldn't have much spare time so it
would be a flying visit and I wouldn't be able to
stop. My aunt knew exactly what I was saying and
didn't argue. How she handled her husband I couldn't
care less about, it wasn't my problem. Garry was.

I sent a text message to Garry straight away telling
him to get packed as I was collecting him in two days.
The one word reply was `thanks!'. Two minutes later I
got another one, `already packed!' At least he hadn't
lost his sense of humour.

Ten to eight Saturday morning I called Garry to say
that I would be there in ten minutes. I turned into
their road and somewhat nervously pulled up outside,
fully expecting to walk into a major row with his
father. Instead I was greeted with Garry and his mum
waiting at the door with his suitcase and a jumble of
boxes. His dad, I was told, had chosen to go out early
and see his other two sons rather than be at home when
I arrived. I breathed a sigh of relief and helped load
the car. With a quick hug and kiss, Garry said goodbye
to him mum. I am sure he was going to miss her a lot,
but knew at the bottom of his heart that she couldn't
do much to help him other than let him go.

We didn't talk for the first twenty minutes. I left
Garry alone with his thoughts; it must be a
gut-wrenching feeling knowing that you're leaving the
home you grew up in, regardless of the situation.

Unlike his usual self, he was leaning in the corner of
the car, staring into space.

"Hungry?" I asked.

He shook his head no.  This was odd in the extreme -
Garry not hungry?

I turned to face him. For a second we locked eyes. He
suddenly burst into tears and threw himself at me,
wrapping his arms round my neck and sobbing his heart
out. Instantly I pulled over to the side of the road
and switched the engine off. I put my arms round him
and hugged. At first I didn't know whether they were
tears of happiness or tears of pain, but soon knew as
I felt him flinch when I touched his back. Carefully I
leaned him forward and lifted his shirt up. On his
back were two ugly red weals. Belt marks. There were
two bright red buckle marks showing clearly on his
shoulder blades. I was as angry as I have ever been -
at that moment I could have cheerfully killed his
father. I was more than angry, I was filled with a
deep and passionate loathing for a man who could do
that to his own son, no matter what he'd done.

I hugged him close to me, letting the tears flow,
joined I might add by my own. I was angry, frustrated,
and desperately, desperately sorry for him, a feeling
made infinitely worse because I knew there was
absolutely nothing I could do about it. Except one
thing.

Picking his head up, I kissed him on the forehead and
wiping the tears from his red-rimmed eyes, stroked his
cheek.

"Come on," I whispered, "It's all over now. It won't
happen again, ever."

Managing a very slight smile, he squeezed up close to
me, kissed me on the neck and rested his head on my
shoulder, arms draped about my neck.

I started the car and moved off, no longer angry, but
seriously concerned for a very unhappy young man.

There was a McDonald's down the road and I turned off
into the car park. Garry, worn out with crying was
dozing on my shoulder and didn't notice until we
stopped as far away from other cars as possible. I
eased him up and watched his eyes open blearily.

"Stay there," I said quietly. "I'll go and get us
something to eat."

He simply nodded and watched me walk back to the shop.
I returned with two bags filled with food and drink,
enough for an army I thought. Placing the food between
us, I watched him dig into it, alternately filling his
mouth with bacon sandwiches and orange juice. Once I
felt he was calm, I asked him what happened.

In between mouthfuls, I learned that Garry had been
packing some things in boxes ready to bring with him.
He'd been up and downstairs a couple of times to ask
if it was alright if he took this or that something or
other when, on the third time, his father had jumped
up, grabbed him by the neck and taken his belt to him.


"If you wanna fucking go, then fucking go. Get
upstairs and pack every fucking thing you own. And
don't let me see you again, you fucking ......." Garry
was unable to say the actual word he used. He was
staring down at the half-eaten roll in his hand, all
interest in food lost for the time being.

"Right," I said with a cheerfulness I didn't feel.
"Tell you what. Let's get out of here, turn left and
just drive and drive and drive until we can't go any
further!"

He giggled at this and finished his food. Tossing the
atlas to him, I said, "Stick a pin in it wherever you
like and we'll go there. As long as it's on the
right-hand side of page 80 anyway."

Batting me on the head with the book, he rolled over,
curled up and smiling at me, dropped his head in my
lap and stuck his thumb in his mouth. Life was
returning to normal.

We drove on towards Dover, taking it slow and easy,
enjoying the countryside and the company, letting the
unpleasant events slip into the past.

We'd left Oxford very early, and it was still before
lunch time when, driving slowly up a steep hill, I
felt like a break.

"Wanna stop for a break?" I asked.

Garry grinned at me, rolled his head on my cock and
grasped his balls in his hands.

"You randy little sod!" I laughed, "No, not that. Not
yet anyway. I meant a break to stretch your legs."

"Oh! OK then. Unless ......" He joked grabbing his
crotch again.

"No!" I insisted, "Much as I love you, there are times
and places, and this is neither the time nor the
place. We're on a main road and I don't want to
frighten the natives!"

We sat on a bench on the hilltop, overlooking the
country. The view was magnificent. I sat in the corner
of the bench, Garry leaning on me finishing off a tin
of Coke.

"Do you know," he mused, " It would take 25 cums to
fill this tin."

I looked at him. Where the hell had that one come
from?

He carried on, "If I cum every day for a year, that
would be over three litres of spunk." He giggled at
the thought, "And if you did it as well, that would be
four litres."

"Where on Earth did you get that from?" I laughed.

"Read it last week at school. You make between ten and
twenty millilitres of spunk every time you cum. So if
you collected it every day ............."

"I know, I know. There's no need to go on about it.
What would you do with it all anyway?"

"Hadn't thought of that. Be fun trying though wouldn't
it. Wonder if you can sell it?"

We grinned at the thought and nestled closer together.
My Garry was back and on good form. We basked in the
warm sun for another hour or so before deciding to
carry on with our journey. I couldn't get the thought
of tins of coke filled with cum neatly stacked in the
fridge out of my mind! God help anyone who picked the
wrong tin up!

Early afternoon and we parked outside our new home. A
week earlier that I'd originally planned, and under
vastly different circumstances, but nevertheless we
were here. Garry bounced out of the car, grabbed a few
boxes and bounded up the path to the front door.
Within minutes, the floor was covered with
half-emptied boxes, an upturned suitcase and grinning
Garry squatted in the middle surveying the chaos. I
smiled at him and went into the kitchen to make some
coffee. When I returned with the two steaming cups, I
handed him one and sat in the chair studiously
ignoring him.

"Hey! Ain't you gonna help?" he squealed.

"Nope. You made the mess. You clear it up. First rule
of the house."

Pulling a face he stuck his tongue out at me, but
nevertheless started to stack his books up in a pile.
Soon there were little piles of clothes, books,
photographs and other odds and ends circled around
him.

"Right!" he said, "Now I can put `em away."

Cramming a pile of books under his arm, he turned
round and round in the room, obviously looking for
somewhere to put them.

"In your room," I said. He hadn't got as far as that
yet, and hadn't seen the changes I'd made. Running
down the corridor he threw open his door and stared,
open-mouthed.

"Brilliant!" he shouted, "Fantastic!"

Following him down, I put a hand on his shoulder as he
gazed round. Gleefully he carefully ranged his books
on the desk and rushed back to get another stack. Ten
minutes later and he was all set up. Sitting down at
the desk, he pretended to write, testing the height of
the top, his face glowing with delight. Then he
noticed the bunk bed, the bottom one neatly made up.

"I haven't got to sleep there, have I?" he asked,
going quiet all of a sudden.

"No. Not all the time, but I think we aught to talk
about it sometime, though, don't you?"

"Yeah. I suppose, but not yet." He looked at the bed
carefully. "I guess there's room for two, if we squish
up real close," he grinned, "I mean REAL close!" I
pulled a face, and left him to it.

Returning to the living room, I noticed it had grown
dark outside and I drew the curtains and put the
lights on. Garry turned on the tv and came to sit on
my lap. The room was pleasantly warm and comfortable,
far better than I thought it would be, remembering
what it was like when I first saw it. Garry settled
down, stuck his thumb in his mouth and watched the
television. Thirty seconds later he stood up, took his
shirt and trousers off and plumped himself back on my
lap. I stared at his torso. The raw weals had faded,
the bright red marks almost gone to leave just a faint
shadow.

Garry was home now, and showed it.  I saw the
reflection of us on the tv screen, and I must admit we
looked good. He was neatly curled up in a ball on my
lap, clad in nothing but his red underpants, and
resting his soft brown hair on my shoulder. I stuck my
tongue out at him, watching his image on the screen.
He twisted round slightly, cupped his hands round my
ears and whispered, "Love you lots!"

This was what I had planned for ever since the idea
first came to me, never for an instant thinking it
would ever come true if the truth be known, but here
we now were, the perfect family of two. I nuzzled my
nose against his neck and licked his ear. "Love you
too."

He smiled at me, the smile saying everything I wanted.
For maybe an hour we sat there relishing the
tranquillity and each other's company. I wondered when
the last time he'd sat on someone's lap and had a
cuddle was. Even 13-year-olds need it once in a while;
hell, even twenty-something year-olds do!

The tv programme changed and Garry moved. Kneeling on
the floor between my legs, he looked up at my face,
with that wicked smile I knew meant trouble! Slowly he
loosened my belt and unfastened my trousers. He pulled
my shirt off and looked at me with big, round
sheeps-eyes. "Get up a minute," he whispered. I did as
I was asked. Pulling my pants and trousers down and
off, he knelt back down again, taking my cock in his
hand and staring at it intently as if seeing it for
the first time. Slowly it began to erect, aided by
Garry squeezing it from time to time. Without letting
go of it once, he worked his own pants off with one
hand and allowed his boner to spring free. I leaned
over, intending to pick him up and sit him back on my
lap, but a single glance told me not to move a muscle.
He was in total charge and I was under his command. I
did as I was told. Almost lazily he reached over and
took my cock in his mouth and let it rest there, his
tongue just tickling the end of it inside the
foreskin. His own dick remained untouched, keeping
time with his pulse. Very slowly he allowed a little
more to enter his mouth, ensuring every inch was
licked and tasted before moving on. To my amazement he
managed to take all of it into his mouth and down his
throat, sucking and licking without pause.  His dick
was leaking pre-cum as I'd never seen it before, but
was being ignored. Pushing my cock out of his mouth
with his tongue, he stood up and without a word pulled
me to my feet and urged me along the corridor. We went
into his room and he closed the door behind us.
Reaching up to kiss me, I felt his hands on my waist
easing me down onto his bed. I lay back, waiting for
his next move. Climbing over, he took my cock in his
mouth again, offering his to me. Gratefully, I took it
and slurped on it carefully and gently. The
silky-smooth skin and slightly salty taste of his dick
was pure magic. I worked my tongue in and out of his
foreskin, licking gently around his piss-slit,
tickling it as much as I could. He was totally
involved in my own steel-hard boner, doing everything
possible to give me as much pleasure as humanly
possible. Eventually his mouth and tongue tired and he
turned to lay on top of me, licking his tongue along
my lips. I could taste my own pre-cum as he edged his
way inside my mouth. I reached down and found his
cock, holding it gently in my fingers before I started
to rub it. I heard him moan softly into my throat; a
soft guttural moan, almost feral-like in its
intensity. I started to masturbate him seriously,
knowing that if he carried on like this, it would only
be a matter of minutes before I came.

"No, don't" I heard him purr. "I want to do this all
night."

Giving myself up to him once more, I kissed him
deeply. Lazily, taking all the time in the world, I
submerged myself in Garry, marvelling at his innate
skill in pleasing me with every move he made. Every
touch, every kiss, every minute gesture was pure
bliss. Gone was the little boy, gone was the nervous
teenager, gone was the little man. Here was the
essence of pure, innocent love, with only one aim in
mind: to give and receive as much affection as he
possibly could. We held, fondled, caressed and played
with each other for seeming hours. Strangely enough,
it didn't even seem to be sexual. We were two lovers
taking pure joy and simple satisfaction from the mere
physical contact we had with each other.

It couldn't last forever though, much as we would have
liked it to. Garry was kissing me when I felt his body
pulsate just twice and a warm, wet feeling spreading
outwards from my groin.

"Fuck it! Fuck it!" Garry muttered, just audibly.

It didn't stop him though, with only the briefest of
pauses he kissed me again, holding my face in his
hands. I don't think his dick softened for a second.
I'd almost cum half-a-dozen times during our play,
just managing to forestall it each time by thinking
I'd spoil it for him if I did. There was no way could
I do what he'd just done, have a cum and carry on as
if nothing had happened.

Once more he turned round and sucked my dick into his
mouth. I accepted the proffered gift from him once
more and happily sucked out what remained of his cum,
ensuring every part was fastidiously washed by my
tongue. Yet again he orgasmed, ejecting solid pellets
of boy-cum into my mouth with unbelievable force. This
time I lost it completely, there was no way could my
body take any more. I bucked and thrashed around as my
cock throbbed and pulsated every last drop of my
essence into Garry's waiting mouth. Eagerly he
swallowed every drop, struggling to keep pace with the
sheer volume of it.

Satisfied at last, he turned over and nestled into my
arms, sweating and breathing heavily.

He looked at me, his eyes saying everything he
couldn't. Pulling me down to him, he wrapped his
fingers in my hair as if to fix me in place, closed
his eyes and was soon asleep. Not before he whispered,
"three litres!" in my ear and grinned evilly.

We both awoke half an hour later feeling the chill of
the night air. I struggled off the bed and made to
wrap Garry up in his blanket and let him sleep. No
chance. He folded his arms round my neck and said
sleepily, "Take me to bed. Our proper bed." Once more
I did as I was told.

Stretching out, Garry snuggled up with his back to me,
fitting my soft dick between his thighs and cupping my
hands over his cock and balls, resting his own on top
so I couldn't remove them. Pressing himself as tightly
as he could into my front, he murmured a soft
goodnight.

We woke up several hours later in exactly the same
position except we both had boners which needed taking
care of. Slowly and lazily, in that strange dream-like
state between sleeping and waking, we masturbated each
other to a wonderful, amazingly fulfilling orgasm.
This is how every day should start!

The day was spent lazily putting the finishing touches
to the flat, buying food and wandering around town. I
decided to open a bank account for Garry and put half
the money his father sent in it for him. That way he
had some measure of independence and didn't need to
come to me for every penny he wanted. We also went to
the Education Office and started the process of
enrolling him in school. After lunch we went for a
ride round and found a place where he could drive for
a while. Intermittently we chatted about how we were
going to survive living together. Between us, we
established some basic ground rules. In the main, we
agreed that he should ring or write home at least once
a week, if only to let his mother know he was still
alive and well! We would share the washing and
cleaning of the flat (we'd see how that one went!),
and lastly he would sleep in his own bed on school
nights, and we would only share the same bed at
week-ends. This pissed him off at first, but soon saw
reason when I explained the consequences if anyone
asked why he was so sleepy at school, and discovered
that he never slept in his own bed!

One of the more interesting discussions we had was
about Dover. Being a cosmopolitan town, with a high
proportion of itinerants, it had its problems. The
drink and drugs never worried me that much as I knew
Garry wasn't interested in the slightest in either.
There were a fair number of gangs in the town,
consisting mainly of unemployed youngsters and the
inevitable schoolboy hangers-on. So far Garry hadn't
expressed any interest in this side either, but I felt
he needed to be wary of them. Certain areas of the
town were best avoided, especially after dark. Lastly
I'd noticed that there was also a thriving cottaging
side to the town as well. You only had to visit a
public toilet to pick that one up. I tried to explain
this to Garry in a way I thought he might understand,
but was stopped in my tracks when he said, "Don't you
think that goes on in Oxford as well?" I paused and
thought about it. Garry and I had a good, active, sex
life together, and he was obviously very sexually
aware! He was also very attractive, and could behave
and dress in a most provocative manner when he wanted,
as I knew to my cost!

He told me in no uncertain terms that he was in no way
interested in that sort of thing, especially with
strangers, and who did I think he was anyway! For the
first time, we were on the edge of an argument, him
feeling that I was getting over-protective and not
crediting him with any sense, and me worrying about
him too much. To be quite fair, he was quite honest
and said that he'd messed about with a couple of boys
at school a few times, but since we'd been together,
he'd only done it a couple of times, and what was
wrong with that anyway, he said. As far as anything he
and I did in the privacy of our own home, that was up
to us - he just couldn't imagine wanting to do
anything like that with anyone else, let alone
strangers. That satisfied me, and the subject was
never mentioned again.


Chapter Six.

Life quickly settled in to a routine. Garry started
his school, I settled into my new job and everything
was OK. There was an added bonus in that the landlady
said that she would keep an eye on Garry for me if he
was on holiday or off sick when I was working. This
pleased Garry too as he wasn't actually being
`baby-sat' although there was someone nearby if he
wanted anything. I also gained a lot more confidence
in Garry; he rarely went out in the evenings except to
go to the swimming club he'd joined and to visit one
of the friends he'd made at school. I'd first met Jake
one morning as he called for Garry on the way to
school. Same sort of height and build as Garry but
ginger-haired and seriously freckled. He was a fairly
good looking boy, and not one of the street yobs which
were all too common around here. I was pleased to see
that he also started to come and visit Garry at home
when they would disappear into his room for hours on
end.

It was Garry's habit to strip off completely when he
got home from school and wander round the flat
bare-footed, dressed only in his underpants. I asked
him once why he did this, not that I minded in the
slightest of course. He said that he just felt more
comfortable that way. He used to do the same at home,
he added, except that he only did it in his own room.
I could imagine his father's reaction if he started
parading around the house, all but naked!

After first few times Jake came round and they were a
bit more comfortable with each other, Garry started
stripping again, but at least had the decency to put a
pair of shorts on. I wasn't sure whether this was
better or not, he still got my cock stirring.  Jake
decided to copy Garry and decided to strip down as
well, but only as far as taking his shirt and shoes
and socks off.  His beautiful brown freckles spread
down from his cheeky round face down to his chest I
was delighted to see.

When I commented one day about how nice they made him
look, I got a withering `don't go there' glare from
Garry and an embarrassed Jake saying that he thought
they were terrible. Later that night Garry explained
that he hated them because he thought they made him
look like a baby and he got pissed off every time
someone said how attractive looking they made him.

The best times Garry and I spent together were early
in the evening when Jake wasn't around, apart from
lazing in bed together on a Sunday morning that is.
Once stripped of his clothes, with a drink and
biscuits close to hand, he loved climbing on my lap,
curling up and sucking on his thumb. That's when we
simply enjoyed our closeness, talked and gave each
other some TLC, something we'd both missed most of our
lives I suppose.

It was during one of these idyllic moments when I was
cuddling him that I noticed how much fitter and
healthier he'd grown since I first saw him, mainly due
to his swimming and less stressful life I surmised.
His body was filling out nicely, he was developing
some muscles and had certainly grown taller; he was
nearly my height now. Getting him to stand up, I took
his pants off and got him to turn round for me. He
really was a gorgeous boy. I gazed at him and told him
how fit he looked, in every sense of the word. Garry
giggled, put his hands on his head and pirouetted for
me, his (for once!) flaccid dick and balls leading the
way. Still smirking with a self-satisfied grin, he
leapt back onto my lap and kissed me on the lips. I
ruffled his hair, kissed him back and ran my fingers
through the rapidly growing pubic hair of the
best-looking young satyr that ever lived.

"Mmmmmmmmm, That's nice. Don't stop," he sighed as we
watched his dick harden. "Jake's got a nice cock," he
informed me after a few moments.

They must have seen each other naked lots of times by
now, and I wasn't at all surprised that he'd taken
notice of it. What did surprise me was that he
commented on it, he'd never talked about anyone in
that way before.

"Oh, yeah. What's so nice about it then?" I replied
curiously, nibbling on his ear.

I felt his own pride and joy twitch under my fingers.

"Dunno really. It's sort of longer and thinner than
mine and it's got bright ginger hair! He's
circumspected as well." This deliberate
mispronunciation amused him and he giggled.

I said nothing for a few seconds as I absorbed this
fascinating piece of information, then deciding to go
with it, said, "How much longer? Very much?"

"No, I don't think so, maybe a couple of centimetres."
Garry's eyes were closed as he tried to remember it.

"That hard or soft?" I sniggered in his ear.

"Soft, dummy!" he laughed and dug me painfully in my
groin. " I've never seen it hard; not really hard
anyway. He got a bit of a hardon the other day when we
were getting changed after swimming."

"So, you haven't done anything with him then?"
He knew that I wasn't trying to delve into his
personal affairs deliberately, after all he could lie
if he wanted to, he just accepted it as a logical
question following on from what we were talking about.

"Naaaaah. I think he wants to though."

This didn't surprise me in the slightest, and I
surmised that Garry wouldn't object either. I was
happy that he felt able to talk about it quite openly,
knowing I wouldn't throw a fit.

"Do you want to?" I asked, kissing him on the
forehead. "I don't mind, if that's what you want."

He kissed me on the cheeks to say `thanks' in his own
way.

"Yeah, I wouldn't mind, if he wanted to."

The conversation died for a while as we cuddled up
closer and embraced. Garry had broached a subject
which must have been troubling him for some time and,
despite our special relationship, must have been
difficult for him.

"So, what next then?" I asked.

"Don't know. Even if we wanna do anything, we ain't
got nowhere to go."

There was a heavy hint of `help me' in the statement.
We chatted round the subject for another twenty
minutes or so, both of us getting harder and harder at
the mental images we were conjuring up. Eventually I
came up with the obvious solution, the one which he
was fishing for right from the start if I know my
princeling.

"You can always come back here you know. That is if
you don't fancy the idea of making out on the sea
front.  I daresay I could make myself scarce for an
hour or two. Or I could sit and watch."

He twisted round to face me properly and looked me
straight in the eye before saying, "Piss off!",
followed by, "Sure? I wouldn't mind if you said no."

"Don't be daft. It's either that or you take my car to
an airfield I know near Oxford..............."
He didn't let me get any further before he grinned
broadly and pinched my lips closed with his fingers,
relieved the problem was solved.

"Now," I said brightly, the conversation over, "Would
you like me to take care of that for you?" I tweaked
his little mascot playfully.

He stood up to face me, placed his hands on my
shoulders and said, "Mmmmmmmmmmm, yes, please! Take me
to our bed."

He wrapped his legs round my waist, shouldered his
head and I did as I was told.
Dropping him to the floor, I stared out of the window
at the grey sea. I felt his arms snake round my chest
from behind and his fingers grasp my nipples. I held
his hands in place, taking in a deep breath. He kissed
me lightly between the shoulder blades and hugged
tightly.

"We're OK aren't we?"

It wasn't a question, it was a statement. Neither of
us liked to use the word `love' very much except when
wrapped up together in the solitude of the night and
emotions running high. `We're OK' meant exactly the
same thing though.

"Absolutely brilliant," I replied softly. "We're OK
and a half!"

I felt his cock squeeze itself between my butt cheeks
and I clenched them together, gripping it as firmly as
I could.

"Want to ......?" I asked.

"No. Not now, we'll do it later. Let's just play now."

We lay on the unmade bed embracing gently, our dicks
dancing together. Somehow the conversation about Jake
had made us both horny, not for physical love, but for
a slow caressing affirmation of our `OK-ness' I pulled
him in a little closer and pressed a finger into his
hole, which reflexively opened up for me. Searching
for, and finding his prostate I tickled it delicately,
enjoying the feeling of his body tensing and the
sensual thrust of his pelvis into my groin. He moaned
contentedly, thrusting his tongue deep into my mouth.

Languidly we rolled about the bed, taking infinite
delight in each other's body, knowing full well that
no one could ever compete seriously with what we had .
Every day it seemed our love grew more and more,
stronger in every way. Even the thought of him and
Jake getting it on together didn't disturb either of
us: we both knew it wouldn't be the same.

I worked a second finger inside as I let him press his
fingers into me. Our red-hot boners were nestling side
by side, the friction of our thrustings adding to the
pleasure. We were in great danger of rushing things
along too quickly for both our tastes and so
reluctantly we slowed the pace a bit and cuddled
together for a change, fondling and sucking on nipples
until they were hard and tender. I squirmed with
delight as Garry nibbled on them with his teeth,
painfully. Pushing him away, I whispered, "I'll do
that to you if you're not careful, and you know what
happens then don't you?"

He giggled lightly and answered, "I don't care. Do
what you like. It's always worth it."

I didn't of course; Garry's orgasmic fits still scared
me a little, and I know he finds them exhausting and
frightening sometimes. But, as he said, it's worth it.

"So, when do you want me outta here?" I asked, "So you
can have your evil way with Jake?"
"Dunno. We're going swimming Tuesday, so that's out.
Wednesday?"

"Good idea. I'll be late home from work on Wednesday
then. About seven."

Today was Monday: Garry should be sleeping in his own
bed tonight. But after we hugged and kissed a while
longer, I had the strangest feeling that he wouldn't
be there tonight.

I was right. We spent a happy couple of hours messing
about on my bed, ending only when we couldn't resist
temptation any longer and finished off with a
wonderful, mind-blowing frantic 69 and a hot shower. I
glanced at the clock when we got back in the living
room and discovered it was still only about nine
o'clock. It was too early for bed, and, as Garry
reminded me, we hadn't eaten yet.

"The only thing I've eaten since lunch is .........."

I didn't let him finish as I knew exactly what he'd
eaten, and didn't need reminding as my still slightly
tender dick told me.

We decided to eat out and hit the local KFC for a
change. It was fairly busy in there and we had
difficulty in finding somewhere to sit, but luckily we
grabbed the two empty seats as a couple left.
Garry was in an animated, flippant mood, not taking
anything seriously and finding everything amusing. He
almost went too far though when he smeared some
mayonnaise on his fingers, looked at me meaningfully
and slowly licked it off. I felt myself redden and
kicked him under the table, mouthing for him to pack
it up. There was no doubt at all what he was trying to
imply and I hoped no one saw him; I have my doubts
about two boys sat opposite him who sniggered at the
sight though. That amused me for some reason: if they
really knew what he was thinking, it'd probably made
their night.

When we got home, I busied myself tidying up for a
while whilst Garry got ready for bed. This consisted
solely of brushing his teeth, walking into the bedroom
and dropping his clothes where he stood before sliding
under the covers and picking up a comic to read until
I was ready. Ten minutes later and I gratefully got
undressed and joined him.

I put an arm under his neck, pulled him up to me and
lay back to read my book whilst he finished his comic.
If only we could do this every night I thought to
myself: get into bed, cuddle up for a while and read,
then turn out the lights and go to sleep. We could
then do away with his room and the celibacy it
rightfully enforced on us. Unfortunately, life being
what it is, there was no way he and I could share a
bed and not indulge ourselves, so the second bedroom
stays.

Garry finished his comic, dropped it with the others
on the floor and turned over so he was facing my back.
I felt him slip his boner between my thighs and thrust
it forwards, an arm draped itself over my shoulder and
he found a nipple to play with. Holding the book with
one hand, I pushed a hand under the bedclothes and
eased my way down to his cock. Tantalisingly I tickled
the end of his erection between my legs, sliding the
foreskin back and forth over his corona and rubbing
his piss slit with the tip of my finger.
"Pack it up!" he burst out, "That tickles!"

I dropped the book on the floor and turned to face
him, holding his adorable face between my hands before
kissing him on the lips.

"Hiya, sport!" I whispered. "How you doin'?"

"All right, thank you very much for asking," he
replied, attempting unsuccessfully to sound as upper
class as he could.

"Fine. And what would my Lord and Master desire this
evening?" replied the ever-faithful old retainer.

"A little fu...... er, rogering, if you don't mind, my
man."

Breaking up into fits of giggles, we gave up
pretending and snuggled up closer.

We snaked our hands southwards and found our targets.
We held on to them loosely, feeling the blood coursing
through the veins, sensing their delightful warmth.

My satyr wriggled himself into a more comfortable
position and rested his head on my chest and commenced
salving my nipples. This wasn't fair; I couldn't reach
his without disturbing both of us so I rubbed his back
lightly and worked on his manhood. A good clue to the
mood he was in was given away by the fact that he was
already wet and leaking. I smeared a bit of it up and
spread it on his lips.

"KFC!" I whispered into the ear nearest me. I felt his
chest heave as he suppressed a giggle, not for a
second pausing in his licking, only a slight nip from
his teeth telling me he'd heard.

He didn't pause in his ministrations even when he
climbed over on top of me and sat on my cock,
wriggling until it lay happily between his butt
cheeks. I massaged his exquisite balls and cock,
feeling his golden nuggets and dick respond
gloriously.

"Can we do it?" he pleaded, "I'm really in the mood."

Who was I to argue? I watched as he straddled me and
grasped my cock between finger and thumb. He let
himself down slowly, feeling for his hole. I didn't
even feel his muscle open; we united in an unbroken
movement, my prick sliding straight into his love
tunnel as far as it could.

Not once did he break eye contact with me, not once
did he wince as I entered him. He breathed out a long
sigh of elation as he rested against my balls.

"That's really good. Really, really good," he moaned.
"Nobody move."

Five minutes he just sat there smiling to himself
without moving, just an occasional clenching of his
cheeks and a just perceptible up and down move. His
dick stood out proudly in front of my face, slickly
gleaming, oozing pre-cum and impossible to resist. I
made to take it in my hand, but he brushed me away,
asking me to wait a minute.

He was in ecstasy, I've no idea what was going through
his mind, but he was deliriously happy, his tongue
licking his lips once in a while and his feather
-light fingers running up and down my chest in time
with his moans. I risked touching his already proud
nipples with my finger tips and was rewarded with a
loud groan.

"Please, please!"

I was conscious that we were steaming full ahead for a
Garry spectacular. For a split second I thought about
bringing him down, but instantly rejected the idea. He
obviously wanted and needed this; it was his intention
right from the word go and the last thing I wanted was
to spoil it for him. As he said earlier, it's worth
it.

Carefully he leaned forwards so he was stretched out
full length on my body, chest-to-chest and
face-to-face. I cupped his sweating face in my hands
and drew him down for a kiss. Our mouths opened and
our tongues met in a writhing embrace, Garry's hands
grasping my hair painfully in his clenched fists.
Imperceptibly he began to move up and down my body,
the head of my cock striking his magic button with
every move, His timing and movement was absolute
heaven for both of us. My cock was throbbing with
delight, stimulated with the silky pressure of his
rectum, my pre-cum lubricating it to perfection. I
felt every millimetre of his own organ, equally bathed
in love-juice, being stimulated between us. Still he
kept up the slow, deliberate rocking and the deep,
passionate kisses. Twice I almost came; three times I
almost came. Somewhere in the distance I heard my
moans, interlaced with an "Oh God!" and "Christ!"

I felt Garry's dick engorge and spasm uncontrollably
as he propelled the sperm out of his aching cock,
spurt after spurt after spurt, accompanied at last by
my own no less explosive release. Together we froze in
an embrace of ecstasy, Garry's eyes rolling to the
back of his head for an instant as he rode the wave,
back arched and legs taut, every muscle locked in
spasm.

We clung together tightly as we both collected our
wits and gasping for oxygen. I was acutely aware of
tears mingling on my cheeks as I calmed down.

"You alright?" I whispered as soon as I felt that he
was back with us. "You OK?"

He looked at me, nodded and broke down in tears.

I waited until they'd died down a little, holding him
gently in my arms.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he blubbed out, "I tried not
to, honestly."

The penny dropped. The tears were for me. He knew he
was heading for a fit-sort-of-thing and tried his best
to avoid it, but simply couldn't do it. At that point,
it dawned on me like a revelation that Garry was OK
with his violent orgasms, they didn't bother him any
more as he'd got used to them. He was worried for me,
knowing how scared they made me. I cried a little as I
told him not to panic, if he was happy with them, then
so help me God, so was I.

A little later, when we were talking over the episode,
he said something very revealing.
"In a funny sort of way, I like them," he astounded me
by saying. "At first they frightened me, but once I
knew I got over them, it was OK. In fact, when I have
one I know the sex was bloody good!" He grinned at
this and looked for my reaction.

I felt as if a ton weight had been lifted off me, and
I thumped him on the arm in my elation.

"You little shit! You monster!" I laughed in relief.
"I'll kill you!"

He thought this highly amusing and tickled me under
the arms until I begged him to stop. "Now I know that,
I'll make sure you have a funny turn every bloody
time," I said, the relief still showing.
"And something else as well." I waited until I had his
full attention. "Just you wait until I tell Jake what
happens every time you cum. That'll put him off."

"Bastard! You wouldn't."

I smiled, he knew I wouldn't do that to him.

"In any case, I only do it when you and me have a
specially good time, and you know that, bastard!" he
sniggered.

We curled up together and got ready to sleep; there
was still school and work tomorrow.

"Jake and me will never, you know, never do what we
just done. That's just for us." There was a slight
pause.  "Promise? Just for you and me? You won't do it
with anyone else, and I won't either."

He was being deadly serious. I promised him with all
my heart, kissed him to confirm my promise and we
cupped each others balls and cock in our hands, with
me feeling the cool slickness of his drying cum
between my fingers. My angel dropped off into a
well-earned slumber.


Chapter Seven.

Wednesday swung round and I left work as usual,
remembering that I couldn't go home yet. I wandered
into town slightly bored and looking for somewhere to
go for a couple of hours. I couldn't go and eat; we
would be eating later. Instead, I went for a drink
with the barman I'd met on my first visit to Dover. We
sat and chatted for a while: it made a pleasant change
for me to be out alone at this time of day and I found
it restful, my mind in neutral as I watched the world
go by. My eye was taken by two young teenagers sitting
in the lobby. There were about Garry's age and were
deep in conversation, heads almost touching. My mind
turned to Garry and Jake. I hoped that things were
working out for them, whatever they wanted.

Sipping my drink, I recollected my first time with
another boy. I was eleven, nearly twelve. Some friends
and I had built a sort of den in our garden shed where
we'd assembled some treasured possessions and a
collection of comics and toys. It was one Saturday
morning when David came round to play; he was a year
older than me and lived three or four houses away. I
didn't like him all that much because he tended to be
very sort of dominating and dictatorial sometimes, but
he knew things and could do things I couldn't, like
getting the lights to work in our den and things like
that. Anyway, we shut ourselves away in our hide-away
and were flicking through some magazines when out of
the blue he said, "How big's your peter?" (We called
it that in those days). I'd started having erections
over the past few months, and had even learned that
playing with it was OK fun. I knew he'd been getting
boners too, I'd seen them through his trousers
sometimes. The question seemed sort of dirty, and
being eleven years old, exciting. I said that it was
about three inches. He laughed at me, and said in his
best put-down voice, "Mines bigger than that."

We couldn't leave it there of course and within
minutes had our erections on display. He was right, he
was bigger and even had a tiny bit of hair as well. He
got me to hold it for him, and rub it up and down; in
my innocence I hadn't a clue what I was doing, but was
happy to share the fun with him. I don't remember him
touching me that first time, but I didn't care. When
he came I thought it was fantastic and I was hooked.
We did it regularly and frequently after that first
time, with him always in charge and me doing as I was
told. The best thing was that I soon got some other
mates of mine in on the secret and I had some much
better times with them. Derek in particular was good
fun, he simply couldn't get enough of it. Whenever we
got together, we always found some time to play with
our dicks and over the years had some terrific fun.
Once David discovered girls, he drifted away from us
thank goodness; it was only in later years that I
realised what an unpleasant and selfish person he was.
Me and Derek on the other hand never did think much
about the opposite sex, we had enough fun together not
to bother with them!

I'd finished my drink and was vaguely thinking about
getting another and carrying on with my delightful
daydreaming when I saw the time. Reluctantly I put my
memories away until another day and got to my feet,
thinking that I needed to do some food shopping on the
way home. Back to reality with a bump!

When I got indoors, I noticed that Jake and Garry were
stretched out on the living room floor watching tv, as
usual, Garry wearing his shorts and Jake in his grey
school trousers. They rolled over, said `hello' and
returned to the tv. Garry joined me a minute later in
the kitchen as I made a drink. I glanced at him and
raised my eyebrows, waiting for him to say something.
The little monster didn't give anything away, not even
in his face. All I got was a cheeky little grin and
the tip of his tongue stuck out at me as he grabbed
some Cokes and ran back.

When I settled down in my chair, they sat up,
cross-legged and started chatting with me about their
day at school. Jake's zip was undone and I tried to
attract Garry's attention to it without Jake knowing.
Eventually after a lot of face pulling and frantic
nodding, he saw what I was trying to do. Without
taking his amused eyes off me, he cupped his hands
over Jake's ear and whispered to him. Jake blushed
deep scarlet and discretely pulled it up.
After Jake had left, Garry drew the curtains, switched
the tv off and deposited himself on my lap, legs
hanging over the side of the chair and his shoulder on
my chest. He didn't say a word, just the usual peck on
the cheek and thumb in his mouth. I was dying to ask
him what had happened, and he knew that I was. But we
were playing a game. He swung his legs idly as he
stared into space, just waiting to see how long it
would be before I gave up. Determined not to let him
win, I ignored him and closed my eyes. I felt him move
his head to my shoulder and start to nibble my ear. He
was deliberately trying to get me going one way or
another. I surreptitiously slid a hand inside the leg
of his shorts and searched out his cock. I was only a
little surprised to discover he wasn't wearing any
pants. Not only that, his cock was semi-hard and
stickily wet. I withdrew my hand and made a big show
of smelling my fingers and licking them as if to
confirm my suspicions.
I looked at him in mock horror.

He couldn't keep the pretence up any longer. Giggling,
he gave me a big hug and thumped me on the chest with
his fist. "Bastard!" he grinned. It was a draw and we
kissed each other to call a truce.

"Everything OK then?" I asked.

He nodded and smiled, "Yeah. Fine." He didn't say any
more, and I wasn't going to ask; if he wanted to he'd
tell me in his own time. In the meanwhile I was
content to know that he seemed pleased with the way
things had gone.

When it came to his bed-time, he said goodnight and
took off for his shower as usual. I finished watching
the news, heard the shower turned off and decided to
follow his example and go to bed myself. After I'd
washed and showered, I didn't bother dressing and
walked to the bedroom, drying my hair as I went. The
first thing I saw was Garry's blue shorts on the
floor. The second was Garry in bed, arms behind his
head, waiting for me.

He knew the rules and never breeched them unless there
was a reason, so I made no comment. I climbed in next
to him, ruffled his hair and smiled to let him know it
was OK. There was no need to ask him what he wanted,
when he was ready he'd tell me. It took about five
minutes before he turned onto his side, rested his
head on a crooked arm and put his hand on my waist.

"It was alright. Thanks," he said quietly.

"Good. I'm glad. Everything went alright then?"

"Yeah. It was funny really."

"Wanna tell me? You needn't if you don't want to," I
answered.

"I don't mind."

I faced him and invite him to get closer. Once he was
comfortable, he went on to tell me how things had
gone.
"When we got in, we went to my room and I got changed
as usual, but this time I took my pants off as well. I
told him that I didn't like wearing them with my
shorts, but you made me and `cause you weren't here, I
could take `em off. He was watching me all the time so
I knew he could see my dick and things and I let him.
I could see him get a bit hard in his trousers but I
didn't say anything. We sat at my desk first looking
at some books, and I'd put that picture you took of me
in my trunks, you know the one where you card see my
boner, on the desk where he could see it."

Garry had obviously given his plan some thought before
he got Jake into his bedroom. "So, what happened
next?" I asked, feeling my own cock get harder.

"He kept looking at it, trying not to let me see him
do it, but I could tell he was `cause his dick got
really hard so I could see it sticking up in his
trousers." Garry slid a hand under the bedclothes to
adjust his boner.

"I sat real close to him and got our legs together and
said that you'd taken the picture when we were camping
this summer, but you wouldn't let me show it to
anyone. He didn't ask why, I think he'd guessed
anyway. I looked at his prick and then at mine, we
were both hard. I said to him that's why I didn't like
wearing pants. Jake sort of laughed and went a bit
red, and said that he knew what I meant."

I cuddled him a bit closer and said, "You are evil
when you want to be aren't you!" He sniggered and
pecked me on the cheek. Garry was enjoying telling the
tale, and went on to say that Jake didn't know what to
say next although they both knew what they were
thinking.

"So?" I asked.

"Well, I moved my dick so's he could see it better and
show that I didn't mind him looking at it. I asked him
if he wanted to see it. He didn't say anything but he
nodded, so I pushed my shorts down over it and I asked
him to get his out as well. He did and we sat looking
at them for a bit before he asked if we could go and
sit on the bed. I told him to take his things off and
we got on my bed and felt each other's dicks."

"Bet that was nice," I whispered.

"Yeah. He's got a nice one, and it got really hard. We
sort of felt each other and rubbed them. He started to
wank me off and so I did it to him until we both came.
It was good."

"Didn't you do anything else?" I asked, a little
surprised knowing my nephew.

"Naaah. I think he was a bit scared. He wanted to get
dressed after he'd cum, but I said not to `cause I
liked it, and we could do it again in a minute. He
seemed OK with that, so I played with it and tickled
him, you know, like we do."

He put his hot hand round my balls just then and
demonstrated his technique, forgetting to take his
hand away when he'd finished.
"That was nice," I moaned.

"Mmmmmmmm. Anyway, I got him all hard again and we
wanked some more until we both came again. Then we got
dressed and watched some tv until you came in."

I kissed Garry on the lips and said, "I'm glad you had
a good time. Think he'll do it again, if you want to
that is?"

"Dunno. I said he could stay over one night if he
wanted and he said yes, he might."

Surprisingly, I felt a bit jealous of Garry, not
because of the bit of fun with his friend, but because
he was young enough to do it and enjoy it as a simple
ten-minute pleasure taken up and put down without any
repercussions on either side. Shaking my head to clear
away the unwelcome thought, I replied that he would be
welcome anytime.

Garry was feeling randy as his wandering hands and
moist lips told me. His dripping cock also gave me a
clue as it leaked onto my thigh. In the right mood, a
wank, no matter how enjoyable for him, was inevitably
followed by steamy, passionate loving.

"Wanna do it?" I enquired tenderly.

"Yeah. That's just what I want," he sighed. "Do you
wanna do it to me?"

Did I!! Leaning over him, I kissed him deeply, and
crawled on top of him, my weight being taken on my
arms as I rested my dick on his belly and allowed his
to fit between my thighs. We rocked up and down as we
tongue-wrestled and petted each other until I felt his
knees lift up and my cock slip down towards his butt.

He lifted his legs up and over my shoulder as I
targeted my cock. Easing down, I paused just for a
second, watching my lover's face as I prepared to give
him all the delight he could take. We locked eyes as I
slipped my full length into him. He mewled at the
so-much wanted sensation of being filled once more
with my dick. His butt cheeks spasmed tight as I
bottomed out, as if trying to prevent me from ever
taking it away. He grasped his own cock and fingered
the end of it, already lost in his own world of
sensual delight. I didn't care about his frenetic
climaxes now, I knew that he both expected them and
needed them in a way if he was to be truly satisfied.
I long-dicked him slowly, managing to free a hand and
tweak his nipples at the same time. Under me he
writhed and wriggled in an attempt to extract just one
more ounce of bliss from somewhere. He rammed a
fistful of bed sheet into his mouth to silence the
screams as he squirmed. I speeded up slightly and
concentrated on his prostate. I slowed down to give
him a chance to take a breath before increasing the
pace again. A little puddle of his cum glistened in
his navel as he gave up trying to keep hold of his
cock and gave in utterly and completely to another
fast-rising orgasm. I too joined him in the dance of
love, urging my body to try just a little harder and a
little longer to prolong the rapture before I
collapsed, but the battle was lost. I shuddered as my
prick swelled and set like iron. I felt my balls
tighten in my groin and rammed into him harder and
harder until I erupted magnificently inside him, with
more passion and love than I'd done for a long time.
Time and time again I spurted out gobs of lava-hot
cum, each one causing me to wince with the aching pain
and blessed relief. Somewhere along the line, Garry
had lost it without my noticing, his rigid torso flat
out below me, legs outstretched towards the ceiling.
Even the muscles and veins in his neck were taut and
standing out. I wasn't as concerned as I had been
previously, but it was still an awesome sight. I kept
my cock inside him until it gave up the struggle and
softened. Reluctantly I let it fall out and cuddled up
to Garry as it wilted.

I closed my eyes, only to open them seemingly seconds
later with a kiss from a rosy-cheeked, tear stained
Garry. "That was the best ever!" he grinned. "I even
cum again!"

I was exhausted. It was true, it was good: for both of
us.

"If that is the effect that Jake has on you, then I
guess he'd better come and live here with us," Garry
sniggered.

There was an element of truth in what he said, and he
knew it. I did get aroused when he was telling me what
they did; he knew I would and that's why he'd told me
in such graphic detail. We both got turned on by it.

"You're right," I said, "But I don't want him. It's
you I want, and only you. He's OK to get you started,
but I'm the only one who can finish you off."
"Yeah, I know. That's `cause we love each other isn't
it."

Unusually we spent ages kissing and cuddling that
night, unable to get enough of each other. Several
times we tried to sleep, but each time we were
awakened by a need for more TLC. Neither of our dicks
softened at all, all night.
Eventually we awoke well after nine. In a panic we
fell out of bed and rushed round trying to get ready.
I gave up after a few minutes and said to Garry not to
bother, I'd ring in to say I was going to be late, and
I'd give Garry a note for school for when he appeared
in the afternoon. That settled, we slowed down and had
a late breakfast.

I wrote the note, showed it to Garry who laughed and
stuck it in his pocket. `Couldn't come to school this
morning as he was awake all night, w****ing and
dreaming of Jake.' I gave him a second one which
credited him with a stomach upset. Leaving for work, I
left Garry with a suggestion that he clean the flat up
a bit, and open some windows to let some fresh air in.
Always the one to try and get the last word in, Garry
shouted for me not to forget the empty Coke tins on
the way home as we'd be needing them. Thank God none
of the neighbours would know what the obscene joke
was.


Chapter Eight.

Most days Garry got home about an hour before I did,
but tonight he wasn't there when I arrived. I was a
bit concerned, although he'd been late once or twice
before, I still worried until I knew where he was.
Much to my relief he appeared, breathless about twenty
minutes later. He said that after school he'd gone to
Jake's house to pick something up and forgot the time.
I reminded him yet again to at least text me if he was
going to be late. He accepted the reminder in his
usual way, kissing me quickly on the cheek and
promising once more never to do it again. There was
something about him which led me to believe he was in
a particularly good mood that evening, perhaps it was
the way he was bouncing about helping me get tea ready
or the smirk which never left his face. Something had
excited him, but he wasn't going to tell me yet. Once
tea was finished, he sat on my lap, legs astride the
chair and faced me. He hooked his hands behind my neck
and looked at me, his big brown eyes twinkling with
excitement.

"Well? Spill it. What's got you so hyper?" I asked.

"Can Jake spend the night Friday?" he gasped.

"Tomorrow?" I questioned.

"Yeah. It is alright isn't it? Say it is, pleeeeeease.
You said he could."

"Yes, of course it is. I'd love to have him." The
double entendre was deliberate and not missed by
Garry.

"Bet you would, but he's not like that. Welllllllll,
not yet anyway. And even then only after me, I saw him
first!" he giggled. "I told his mum that you'd call
her tonight to say it was OK."

Without further ado, he picked up my phone, keyed in
the number and handed it to me when it started to
ring.

I spoke to Jake's mother, confirmed that it would be
alright, and chatted about other things for a minute
or two before Garry grabbed the phone from me and
asked to talk to Jake. There was something surreal
about Garry chatting to his best mate, arranging a
sleep-over with him, straddled in my lap with his
boner staring me in the face.

"So. How'd that happen so quick?" I asked. "Yesterday
you weren't sure about anything."

"When I got to school he was waiting for me in the
playground and dragged me off to where it was quiet. I
thought at first he was pissed off at me `cause he
looked angry. Then he said he was worried that I
hadn't come to school in the morning and thought that
you'd found out about what we'd been doing the night
before and I'd been stopped from coming to school."

He paused, having to take a deep breath because he was
gabbling everything out in one go.

"Anyway," he carried on, " I said that wasn't the
reason. I told him I'd had a bad stomach and took the
note you wrote from my pocket."

I could guess what happened next and I felt a knot
growing in my stomach. "And you got the wrong note," I
said flatly.
"Yeah. But I didn't give it to him. At least not
straight away," he grinned. "Wait and let me finish."

The knot loosened a little.

"I saw your one for me first, then gave him the other
one, for school, to read. When he gave it back, he
said why's my name on the other one? I didn't know
what to do at first, but then I saw he was looking
pissed off with me again, so I made him promise to
keep it a secret and showed it to him."

"And then?"

"He looked at me funny and I said that you'd caught me
wanking --- again!" he laughed. "And so you wrote the
note for a joke."

He'd calmed down a bit by now, but was still highly
amused by the story.
"You didn't say anything else, did you?"

"No. Not much anyway. I said that you were my brother
and we sometimes messed around when we were smaller.
He said that was OK `cause him and his little bro.
have done some things as well."

I heaved a sigh of relief, thanked God that Garry had
an agile brain, and relaxed. I satisfied myself by
reminding him of the need to keep that side of our
life a deep secret, not that I needed to in a sense
because he was very aware of what would happen if we
were ever found out.

Garry busied himself tidying his room and making up
the top bunk for the next half hour, eventually
dragging me in there to check it out. He'd done a fair
job of it too, all the clothes had been put away, the
desk tidied and the posters straightened. The framed
picture of him in his swimmers had been put back in
its place on top of the bookcase. I congratulated him
before saying that he could have the use of `our' big
bed if he preferred. It took him a full minute before
he realised I was pulling his leg, but not before I
noticed the swelling in his pants.

I got the usual reply. "Bastard!"

Half an hour later, I carried him to bed, his own,
after he fell asleep in my lap. A happy smile on his
face and his thumb in his mouth. I really aught to
break him of that habit, sometime. It makes him look
so childish and innocent.

I was disturbed early the following morning when a
naked and cold young man slid in my warm, comfortable
bed.

"Morning!" he said, far too cheerfully for 6.30 in the
morning. "Coffee's up."

I struggled to get my brain in gear and sat up,
bleary-eyed.
"Couldn't sleep," he chirped. "So I thought I'd give
you breakfast in bed."

I looked between him and the mug of coffee, still not
fully conscious.

"No, not me, stupid, unless ............." he smirked
and kissed me lightly.

"Piss off!" I managed to say, kissing him back.
"Twirly."

"Twirly?"

"Too early!"

He giggled and cuddled up.

"It's gonna be good tonight," he sighed. "I like Jake.
And not `cause of what you're thinking!" he added.
"I've never had anyone sleep over before."

He said this without any rancour, without any emotion
at all. Simply a flat statement of fact. I felt very
sorry for him; to reach his teenage years and not have
had sleep-overs with your mates once in a while seemed
almost un-natural somehow. I determined to give him as
good a night as possible.

"Wanna go bowling or anything?" I offered. This was a
new thought for him, he'd assumed that they'd spend
the evening in the house playing games or something.

He thought for a minute, then said, "No. Not tonight,
thanks. But we can next time. Can we get a video?"

I agreed, and we nestled together drinking our coffee
in silence, each with our own thoughts.

I had a text message lunch-time from Garry. `Ice
cream. Coke. Crisps.'
I replied, `What, no Jake then?'
His answer was ` :)' which said everything.

Arriving home burdened with the provisions, I dumped
them on the kitchen table and checked out his room.
Tapping on the closed door, I waited until I heard
Garry say `come in.' They were sat on the top bunk,
scanning through car magazines, both still in their
school clothes. I got a cheery grin from Garry and a
slightly quizzical one from Jake, head on one side. I
guessed what he was thinking and let it go. Fishing
out some cash from my wallet, I handed it to Garry and
suggested he went to get a video.

"Can I borrow your card?" he asked. "I can't find
mine."

I knew this was a lie `cause I'd seen it in his school
bag that morning. He couldn't borrow the sort of film
he wanted on a juvenile card. Grinning, I tossed it to
him and said, "That'll cost you!" I meant nothing by
it, but the slight stare from Garry and `the look'
from Jake said something else. Even I blushed when I
realised what I'd implied and closed the door quickly.

They returned half an hour later with an X-rated shoot
`em up SciFi movie, with, according to the picture on
the jacket, lots of semi-naked women. I asked Jake the
obligatory `won't your parents mind?' question,
accepted the pre-ordained answer, and suggested they
save it until later.

Both boys dashed off to their bedroom and re-appeared
five minutes later in their now becoming usual
in-house attire. Garry had changed from the Y-fronts
he wore to school today into his tight red briefs.
Jake was wearing some blue patterned ones which,
whilst not so tight, showed his package off nicely. He
looked slightly embarrassed, but a look from Garry
dared me to make any comment. Manfully, I ignored them
both and carried on as if there was nothing unusual
going on. As they went to the kitchen to help
themselves to food, I got a grateful wink and a
mouthed `thanks' from Garry.

For the next couple of hours they played games,
demolished the food, and disappeared into their room
whilst I watched the news. When I shouted that they
could watch their film if they wanted, they
re-appeared as if by magic. Despite looking as closely
as I dare, I couldn't see any signs that any activity
had taken place, not that I was bothered much anyway,
I was just very interested.

Garry took charge. He drew the curtains, switched off
the overhead lights and put the cassette in the VCR.
The room was in total darkness now except for the tv
glow and a subdued light from the kitchen. Jake sat
cross-legged on the floor watching the credits roll.
Garry, to my amazement plonked himself on my lap and
cuddled up. He wrapped his arms round my neck, kissed
me once on the cheek and settled down, sans thumb for
once. Jake looked at him, smiled slightly and received
a dazzling grin from Garry in reply. I had the
distinct impression that this blatant display of
affection was as much for Jake's benefit as mine, as
if to say, `see it's OK for us men to have a cuddle.'

Once the film proper started, I got a final peck from
Garry and he joined Jake on the floor.

The film had next-to-no plot, lots of big bangs and
flashes, loads of scantily dressed nubile women and
succeeded in attracting their undivided attention. I
spent half the time enjoying watching them, and half
the time suffering the film.

I could only see Jake properly from where I was sat,
Garry had his back to me. The film had got Jake
excited as I watched the bulge in his pants get
bigger, to be absent-mindedly fingered and adjusted
once in a while. Garry occasionally whispered in his
ear, which resulted in a suppressed snigger and a
lurch in the tented underwear. I even saw Garry sneak
his hand across and casually grab a feel of Jakes dick
when he thought I wasn't looking. Jake didn't hurry to
brush his hand away, he just took just a second or two
longer to react than he should have done, and grinned
at Garry, flashing a glance in my direction to check I
hadn't noticed. I had a solid boner by now, and
couldn't have moved even if I wanted to: I was also
aware of a wet patch spreading in my underpants. As
the film ended, far too soon for my liking, it hit me
suddenly that Garry was to have company that night and
I was condemned to a night's celibacy. It was the
first Friday night since we'd moved in that we weren't
to share a bed. Oh, well, such is life I sighed.

The two boys didn't move, not even when the VCR
clicked off. I soon realised why; they had exactly the
same problem I had, except they were only wearing
underpants. Jake's hands were covering his now very
prominent boner and I could just hear Garry sniggering
at their predicament. They both took side-long glances
at me, silently wishing I would move. I did the only
thing possible under the circumstances and stood up,
turned my back to them before they noticed my
erection, and wished them both a good night. Another
favour he owes me I thought.

I got undressed slowly, fell into bed, and with a
lonely sigh, picked up my book. In the background I
heard the two boys shower, two pairs of feet scamper
across the corridor and their bedroom door close. For
a while I strained to hear any noises from the room
which would give me a clue as to what, if anything,
was going on. The only sound was the muffled beat from
his CD player. I up after a while and tried, without
success, to concentrate on reading. After going over
the same paragraph for the third time, and still not
knowing what I'd read, I gave up and turned the light
out. My hand found my lonely cock and I gently stroked
it, eyes closed with images of a naked Garry and nude
Jake flickering through my mind. I came massively,
made a half-hearted attempt to clear the mess up and
fell into a fitful sleep.

At half-past three I heard my door open and I turned
to see who it was. Garry, with his head poking round
it, whispered, "You awake?"

I grunted a `yes' and he slipped in, quietly closing
the door behind him.

"Missed you, and I thought I come and say hello," he
said.

I made room in the bed for him and watched as he
joined me. "Everything OK?" I asked, slightly worried
at this early visit.

"Yeah, everything's fine, but I couldn't sleep
properly so I come to see if you were awake."

"What's Jake doing?" I whispered.

"Asleep. We didn't go to bed until two."

He snuggled up and kissed me on the cheek, letting out
a sigh of contentment. I let my hand wander down to
his groin, found a soft cock and took hold of it.
Garry flinched as I felt the sticky, flaccid
instrument.

"It's a bit sore," he giggled, "Don't let go though,
just hold it." He found mine and grasped it. "It's
wet!" he smiled, "What you been doing?"

I smiled slightly and replied that I'd missed him.

He kissed me and lay with his head listening to my
heart for a few minutes, the slow, steady rhythm soon
making his eyes close. We didn't want sex together, we
just wanted to be with each other for comfort for a
while. I stroked his hair and chest idly, looking at
his angelic face, and fell into a doze, happy now we
were together.

At half-past six, I woke him and reluctantly suggested
that he aught to go back to his bed before he was
missed. Sleepily he stumbled out of bed, kissed me
tenderly and whispered "I love you" before staggering,
still half asleep back to his room.

I couldn't get back to sleep and so at half-past seven
I decided to get up and have a shower. I was
luxuriating under the warm water when I heard the door
open and someone come in to use the toilet. I assumed
it was Garry and slid the shower door open slightly so
we could talk. I turned round and saw the shock of
ginger hair: Jake was stood pissing into the bowl. I
stood, transfixed at the sight, staring at the
beautiful scene and taking a good look at him. He'd
finished draining his bladder, and was slowly stroking
his growing boner. I continued to watch, pushing the
slightly guilty feeling of being voyeuristic to the
back of my mind as he beat his meat faster and faster
until he came, the wads of cum dropping into the bowl.
His knees collapsed under him and he put a hand out to
the wall to support him as he squeezed the last few
drops from his softening dick. His exquisite, slender,
circumcised dick. Hurriedly he flushed the toilet,
pulled up his pants and padded out. I was left
thinking wild, impossible thoughts.

It was well after nine when the two boys surfaced and
made their way through for some breakfast. I'd been up
for an hour or so, tidied up from the night before and
having made a drink sat reading the paper. Neither boy
had dressed, they were still wearing just their pants
as they fed themselves on toast and cereal. I excused
myself and went to grab a shower.

I offered to take the boys out later that morning, but
they'd already planned to go shopping in town
together, and then they were going back to Jake's
house for lunch. Garry said he'd be back at tea-time.

I passed a lazy, lonely day, missing Garry more than I
thought I would. The flat was empty and depressing
without him. I went out for a solitary drink and a
bite to eat.

Later that evening, when Garry and I were alone, I
asked if he'd had a good time with Jake. He said that
they'd had a marvellous time, and that Jake was to
going stay over again next Friday night. I resisted
the temptation to probe any further as to what they'd
got up to: it wasn't any of my business and Garry
wouldn't appreciate being quizzed.

It wasn't until we were safely tucked up in bed that
he started to tell me what they'd done. I put a finger
on his lips, and said that he didn't have to if he
didn't want. "As long as you were OK and enjoyed
yourself, then that's fine."

"I don't mind," he said after a while, "He's OK with
it." I wasn't entirely sure what he meant, but let it
go.

"Did you know," he mused, "I don't have any pyjamas?"
"I thought you did. Didn't you bring some with you?"

"Yeah. But they got too small and tatty so I threw `em
away. Never wore them anyway did I?"

I smiled and said that that was his choice, not mine.
"Do you want some then?"

"Maybe. If I go over to Jake's house."

He squirmed closer to me and rested his legs over
mine, laying on his back.

"Jake never wore his last night, they're under my bed
I think."

I waited for him to carry on.

"After our shower, we got undressed, well took our
pants off anyway `cause that's all we had on. I was
sitting on my bed looking at him when he fished some
pyjamas out of his bag. He was gonna put `em on when I
said `why? I don't wear `em.' He threw `em under the
bed and said he wouldn't either then. Then we sat back
on the bed and put the CD on. He said that he was
embarrassed after the video `cause he had a hardon and
didn't wanna move `cause you'd see it."

"I know," I laughed, "I saw. And I saw you grab a feel
of him as well when the film was on."

Garry had the grace to blush slightly and retorted,
"Well, what else did you expect? In any case, you had
one as well - I saw it in the tv. AND you were playing
with it!"

I'd forgotten about the reflection on the tv screen,
and I certainly don't remember fiddling with it!

"Well, what else did YOU expect, with two almost naked
handsome boys for me to look at?" I laughed.

"OK. Well, Jake said he'd seen it as well and asked me
how big it was. I told him it was a bit bigger than
mine and a bit bigger than his as well. But not much,"
he added, grinning.

"We were both hard again so I felt his and he felt
mine. Then he asked me if I wanted to do anything. I
said, `yeah, what?' I thought he just wanted to wank
or something, but he asked if I wanted to suck it."

We held each other's dicks and slowly worked them up
and down as the erotic image formed itself in our
minds.

"I told him that I'd never done that before, and asked
him what it was like. He said that him and his little
brother did it sometimes, and it was good fun."

Both our cocks twitched.

"I said that it would be OK and what do we do. Then we
got on the top bunk and got into a 69. Do you know you
can see the sea from the top bunk? Anyway, he sucked
me and I sucked him. He wasn't very good at first
`cause his teeth kept scratching, but after a bit he
got used to it and it was brilliant."

That was why his dick was tender last night, I
thought.

"And we did it for ages. We told each other before we
came so's we could stop and have a rest then we'd do
it again. But then I couldn't help it and I cum in his
mouth and he came in mine. I swallowed his, but he
coughed and spit mine out. It was gross!"

I laughed at the thought and let him carry on.

"But it was OK though, and when we'd finished, we felt
each other till we was hard again and did it again. He
really liked it Then he went to sleep. I tried but I
couldn't. That's when I came to see you."

I slid him off the top of me and squeezed him tight,
"I'm glad it was OK."

"Mmmmm. And we had another this morning when we woke
up," he giggled. "But he didn't have hardly any cum
though," he mused.

Hardly any wonder, I thought, remembering Jake in the
toilet. I smiled at the memory and told Garry about
it.

He giggled and said that explained why.

Passionately we kissed and stroked each other for a
while. Garry having some fun with Jake was one thing,
but I knew what Garry wanted, and what he liked. Jake
was a one-off sort of thing, it would be good for
however long it lasted and they would both enjoy it.
But Garry and I were in a different league.

We nestled our pre-cum soaked dicks together and toyed
with our nipples, taking little pecks at each other
once in a while. I could feel the heat from him as he
moaned with pleasure, his legs wrapped round mine like
a grapevine. Like his orgasms, physical contact was
important to him and had to be close and intense.

"Well?" I asked.

"Oh, yes!" he groaned, "Yeah!"

"Which way?"

"Lay back. It's my turn."

He took my swollen dick into his mouth and deliciously
wrapped his tongue round it as I pulled his into mine.
Working my tongue inside his foreskin and trying to
tickle under his cockhead, I tasted the slightly salty
taste of the remains of his cum. It was heavenly and I
let out a groan of pure delight. Playfully, I reached
up and grasped a nipple between my fingers and thumbs
and massaged them until they were proud and erect,
Garry's chest heaving with the fantastic sensations
coursing through him. I could even feel his cock
trembling in my mouth as he immersed himself in pure
joy.

"Legs up," I heard him whisper, "Hurry up!"

I raised them and rested on his shoulders, and almost
before I was ready, he inched forward, grasped his
dick in his hand and thrust it straight in. No pause,
no delay, just one long thrust. I yelped in pain and
surprise, tears coming to my eyes. Before I could say
or do anything, he began banging away viciously and
violently, face contorted with passion. Recovering as
best I could, I held him by the waist and pushed and
pulled with him, forcing him deeper and deeper down.
With every stroke I felt less and less in control and
more aroused than I'd been for a long time. Without
warning and without having a finger laid on it, my
super-hard cock spurted out huge gobs of cum, only to
be ignored as he kept on thrusting harder and harder.
Then he came. I swear his cock swelled to twice its
size point as he erupted great spurts of his
love-juice deep inside my gut. I felt every spasm as
he emptied himself almost brutally, his body still
thrusting long after he'd shot his last bullets as if
searching desperately for one last round.

He crashed down beside me, bright red and sweating
profusely, eyes glazed and body rigid. I wasn't far
away from that either. Struggling for breath, I stared
at the ceiling open mouthed.

"Jesus, Garry!" I managed to stammer out minutes
later. "Christ! What was that all about?"

I leaned over him to find tears, real tears, flowing
down his face. I stroked them away with the bed sheet
and held his face.

"Sorry," he sobbed, "Sorry, but I couldn't help
myself. Did I hurt you?"

"No. No, you didn't, but what happened?"

"I was telling you about me Jake and I got all worked
up. Then I thought about you and me, and Jake, and
everything seemed to get jumbled up in my mind. I
thought you'd be mad about me going with Jake, and we
always do things together on Fridays and I wasn't
there, and I missed you, and I wanted you,
and.........." he broke down again, uncontrollably.

I held him close, whispering calmly to him, saying it
was alright and that everything was going to be OK,
and anything else I could think of.

It took ages for his sobs to die down and for him to
be sensible enough to talk to. I pulled the blanket
over us, and rested his head on my chest.

"You know," I started, "you're only 13 remember, and
you haven't got your hormones in full control yet. It
isn't your fault, there's nothing wrong with you.
These things happen sometimes, and you can't do
anything about it, but they can be painful and hurtful
sometimes. I know, I went through just the same thing
when I was your age." I don't know whether I was right
or not, but I wasn't far off the truth, at least a far
as I understood it.

He looked at me, puzzled until he began to understand
what I'd said, or tried to say.
"Then you're not mad at me?" For anything?"

"No, of course not, dumbo!" I grinned.

He managed a slight, nervous smile.

"You know," I started again, "You know that this sort
of thing wouldn't happen, unless you really cared for
someone, and they loved you, just like your fantastic
orgasms. It's sort of a good thing in a funny way."

"It is? But ....."

I kissed him on the lips to stop him talking. "That's
enough. Now shut up and give me a hug."

He squeezed me tightly and wiped his face with the
back of his hand. I lay back and sighed, holding him
tight. I loved him more than anything in the world,
and wouldn't change a thing about him, but his
emotional roller-coasters were a bit wearing
sometimes. I'm glad I'm not 13 any more.

We neither of us felt sleepy, so we chatted about
everything and nothing for ages, restoring peace and
tranquillity to our bed.

"Hey, tell you something!" he suddenly shouted, "Tell
you two things!"

"What?" I grinned.

"Jake wants you, for one!"

Why wasn't I surprised at this? Little hints and
glances from him had led me to believe that he was
alright knowing Garry and I done things in the past,
and I think he knew that I didn't object to him and
Garry, well ..... you know. I think I'd even seen a
questioning look from him, wondering what it'd be like
if he and I .... but at the time I'd put it down to my
own over-active imagination.

"Oh, yeah? And the second?" I said, trying to give
myself time to think.

"You want him!"

Despite my attempt to prevent it, my dick twitched in
Garry's hand.

"See, I told you," he giggled, giving it a shake. "But
don't worry, it's probably just your hormones out of
control."

I said nothing for a minute, then, deciding to bite
the bullet, asked him how he thought he knew Jake
wanted me.

"He told me, sort of. We were in town when he asked me
about you, and what we'd done together and stuff like
that, and if we still did things. I told him that was
our secret if we did anything or not, and nothing to
do with him, just like his and mine were. Then he said
that he'd told me the secret about him and his
brother, and I knew that what he said they did was
true `cause I did. So I said that we sometimes wanked
each other off, and had even sucked each other a
couple of times. But that was all. I didn't tell him
about the best things we do. Don't mind do you?"

I did mind in a way, but now the cat was out of the
bag, I had to trust Garry and Jake to keep it a
secret. I told Garry that I'd've preferred it if he
hadn't told him, but now that he had, he had to make
sure that it didn't go any further.

"It won't, I can guarantee that," he said.

"How?"

"Cause he and his brother, you know, stick it up each
other sometimes. And even if he doesn't, he told me
that he does and that's almost the same thing. I don't
think he'd want me telling everyone that!"

"How old's his brother?" I asked.

"`Bout ten I think."

"So, why didn't you do anything last night then?" I
queried, changing the subject

I got a scowl from Garry and, "Cause we agreed that
we'd only do it with each other, `cause it's special,
and `cause we love each other."

That put me firmly in my place and I apologised.

"That's alright," he said seriously. "But he did ask
though." he added wickedly.

"And?"

"I told him that it was dirty and I wouldn't ever do
anything so nasty!" He blushed before continuing, "And
neither would you, would you?"
"No, of course not, you little liar!"

He flashed me one of his special wicked grins and
said, "Wanna do it now?"

I thought for a moment, then said, "No. I think we've
both been through enough tonight. I'd love to try it
in the morning though. Once before breakfast, and
twice afterwards!"

He smiled, contented now and squished my soft dick
between his legs. "Hold me," he whispered as he
drifted off to sleep.


Chapter Nine.

We didn't mess about in the morning. Instead we had a
long lay-in, watched the boats out at sea and the
seagulls wheeling about noisily in the sky, and not
talking very much. Garry got up, made a breakfast of
coffee and toast and climbed back into bed.

"Let's go out for the day," I suggested. "We could
both do with some exercise, and it looks like it's
going to be a nice day."

"OK. Let's go climbing."

He didn't mean mountain or rock climbing; there aren't
any near Dover apart from the friable chalk cliffs.
What he did mean was scrambling up the steep grassy
hills which surrounded the town, like giant up-turned
pudding basins. Getting to the top was a struggle, but
the views were worth it. On a clear day like today the
French coast would be clearly visible, and even the
sun's reflection from car windshields could be picked
out.

I let him shower first as I cleaned up the kitchen; I
followed and went to get dressed, finding an old pair
of jeans and a T-shirt. Garry appeared in the briefest
of shorts and his best new top. He looked good enough
to eat, but nevertheless was asked to find something
more appropriate. We threw a few bits of food and tins
of drink into a bag and set off.

It was a wonderful day. Just the two of us wandering
around the hills and lanes, exploring wherever we
wanted and in splendid isolation. Neither of us were
what you would call `people people', we enjoyed our
own company and didn't like crowds very much. Rambling
through the countryside, sometimes arms resting on
shoulders, side-by-side, sometimes half a mile apart,
we spent a good few hours at peace with the world. We
took some pictures of each other in appropriate
mountaineering-type poses, mainly to send off to his
mother and brothers, before eating our scratch lunch
high on a hilltop overlooking the sea, with Garry sat
between my raised legs, elbows resting on my knees. On
the way back home, we found a field so Garry could
have drive round: a perfect end to a perfect day as
far as he was concerned.

Once indoors, we dropped everything where we stood,
stripped down to our pants and sank gratefully into
`our' chair and rested. Garry snuggled his head into
my neck, stuck his thumb in and closed his eyes.

"You stink!" he giggled.

"So do you, like a pig-sty!" I retorted and closed my
eyes.

Two hours later we awoke in darkness. Night had fallen
and as yet we hadn't turned the lights on. I asked
Garry to move, or to get the lights.

"Naaah. Let's don't move. I like it."

He was right, it was nice. All alone, ensconced in our
little cave, thinking about the rest of civilisation
scurrying about here and there was a tiring thought in
itself. We dozed again. Eleven o'clock came and I
awoke with stiff muscles and feeling chilly. Garry was
out cold. As gently as I could I worked my way round
him, placed him back in the chair and went for a
shower, after covering him with a blanket.

When I'd finished, he was still sleeping so I carried
him to his room, put him to bed and switched the
lights off. I woke him at half-past seven the
following morning; I don't think he'd moved once.

Jake appeared at half-past eight and came in to wait
as Garry searched for his school things, scattered all
over the place as usual. Jake and I sat in the kitchen
and chatted idly as we killed time.

"So, you coming over Friday night?" I asked, with
nothing more in mind than a simple question. He
coloured up bright pink and said, "Yes. If that's OK
with you."

"Of course it is, I'd like that. Garry would too." I
paused and thought over what I'd just said. Did it
sound right? I hadn't said anything he could
mis-interpret had I? I couldn't really tell, but was
that bulge in his trousers slightly bigger or not? I
gave up thinking about it and went in search of my
`brother'.

Garry never said anything about it that evening except
to tell me that Jake had reminded him that he was
staying over on Friday. Now that was interesting.

The week fairly flew by. Jake popped in most nights
for an hour or so and seemed to become more relaxed in
my presence, even cracking jokes once in a while. Both
of them by now stripping as soon as they came in the
front door. Thursday night when Garry was spending two
minutes sitting in my lap, Jake even sat on the arm of
our chair and joined in the conversation.

After he'd left to go home, Garry finished his
homework and sat on the floor in front of me, watching
the news. I ruffled his hair and he turned to flash me
a smile.

"You know Jake's here tomorrow night," he said through
a mouthful of biscuit.
"Yeah?" I replied questioningly.

"Well." He fell silent for a moment as he considered
his words.

He took a deep breath and said, all in one go, "Well.
I can't sleep with you, and it's Friday and I should
and can I stay with you tonight? We won't do anything.
Promise. Can I? Please?"

Who could resist such an eloquent plea? I didn't stand
a chance, and he probably knew it. Once he looked at
me with his big cow-eyes, I was sunk anyway.

I smiled down at him, nodded in the direction of his
groin and said, "As long as you keep that thing under
control." He giggled happily and adjusted the boner
growing in his pants. I moved mine too. There wasn't
really any hope for either of us.

Usually we head off to bed about eleven o'clock on
school nights, but tonight Garry started yawning, or
pretending to, before ten. I picked him up off the
floor, sat him in my lap and whispered, "If you're
that tired young man, I think you would be better off
in your own bed. By yourself," I added hastily in case
he thought of suggesting that it didn't matter which
bed as long I was in it with him.

That immediately elicited a grin from him and the
yawning stopped as if by magic. What it didn't stop
was his grinding his butt into my groin and nibbling
my ear. I slid my hand under the waistband of his
pants and cupped it round his balls and prick, holding
them gently and giving them the occasional squeeze.
Changing my hold slightly, I rubbed the palm of my
hand over his cockhead until I felt his pre-cum start
to leak out. Making sure it was well and truly wet. I
pulled my hand out, and presented it to him. After
first smelling it, he licked it clean and grinned at
me, "That was nice, get me some more." he said
quietly.

"You're impossible!" I laughed, "You ain't supposed to
enjoy it!"

" S'your fault. You taught me. Remember? I always
thought it was piss until you showed me!"

"So? You still ain't supposed to enjoy it quite so
much!"

We lapsed into a comfortable silence and watched the
end of a tv film before deciding to call it a day and
heading for bed. Garry and I enjoyed our bed times
when we were sleeping together, it was the best time
of day for us both. There is something very special
about the feeling when you cuddle up together after
the trials of the day are over and relax. Even without
the sex side of it, a night sleeping with the person
you care for most in the world, safe from interruption
and distraction is truly wonderful. I think we always
woke up in much better moods and feeling better when
we had spent a night embracing each other.

We kissed and cuddled for a few minutes simply
relishing the calmness and tranquillity before picking
up our books to read. After a while I heard Garry drop
his book to the floor and he nestled up on my chest,
arms on my shoulders. It became impossible to read
comfortably with him like this, so without much
regret, put my book down, turned the bedside lights
out and snuggled down, putting an arm round Garry's
waist and breathed out a sigh of contentment.

"What we going to do about Jake tomorrow night?" Garry
asked.

I'd been thinking of this off and on all day and
hadn't come up with any answer, there were too many
if's and buts. "I don't know. He's your friend it's up
to you, and him, I guess."

"Yeah. I think he wouldn't mind us all sleeping
together in the same bed. It'd be good."

"Perhaps Jake won't want to do anything like that any
more, or perhaps he just wants some fun with you and
not me," I said.

"Naah. He's been on about it all week. And he gets a
boner every time we talk about it!" Garry giggled.
"Told you before, he wants to get it on with you."

"What about you? It's not fair on you is it? I don't
want to spoil anything for you."

"That's OK. I don't mind. It'd mean you and me get to
go to bed together, which is the best!"

He squeezed me gently and gave me a quick kiss. This
simple show of tenderness gave me an instant hardon,
and I felt around for Garry's dick, which, like mine
had been soft until now.

"That's better," he sighed as we lightly held on to
our dicks without moving our hands.

"Let's see what happens, shall we?" I said. "If you
want to, and he wants to as well, then I suppose we
could. But only if he's sure about it."

"OK," Garry replied, "Let's go for it and see what
happens. You wouldn't mind if he just wanted to sleep
in my room then?"

"Of course not, if that's what he wants."

I got another kiss and a tickle in my groin. "I'd
still come and say goodnight to you though," he
smirked, "Just to make sure you were alright by
yourself!"

The next question threw me a bit. "Have we got enough
money to get a little portable tv?" he asked.

"Yeah, I think so, why?"

"It'd be nice to have one in here, or in my room."

He was scheming something, I just knew it, but decided
not to ask. The idea was a good one anyway.
"Yes, OK then, I'll see what I can do."

"Tomorrow? Please! Then we can all watch a video in
bed."

So that was it. I laughed and tickled him under his
arms, "You never give up do you? You've got a
one-track mind - a dirt track!"

He joined in the laughter and let go of my cock to
wrestle me onto my back, arms stretched out over my
head. He clambered on top of me and lay out, full
length, gazing into my face. The mood changed
instantly as we locked eyes and exchanged a world of
love. The room disappeared into a mist as his angelic
face filled my entire being, a knot building in my
guts and my heart racing.

"I rather like you," he said tenderly.

"You're not too bad yourself on the whole. I think
I'll keep you," I grinned, "Despite your bloody
hormones!!"

He smiled slightly at the poor joke and rested his
forehead on mine, kissing me on the end of my nose.

For once we didn't feel like sex, not screwing anyway.
Even Garry was perfectly happy just laying together
and caressing one another softly, enjoying the warmth
and companionship. In some ways it was better than
full-blown sex, there was no sort of primal, desperate
urge to race towards orgasms. The sensual kisses and
fondling was supremely erotic for both of us; and
without being touched, our dicks were throbbing,
getting excitingly close to cumming several times, but
by mutual consent, backing off in time so as to
prolong our love-making for as long as possible.

It was Garry who came first. We were kissing when I
felt his body jerk three or four times and a warm
feeling spread out from his groin. He tightened his
grip round my neck, but didn't break the kiss for an
instant. He moaned into my mouth ecstatically as he
spasmed: my balls boiled over and my cum spurted out,
ending up I don't know where, I groaned and hugged him
tightly, utterly satisfied.

Soon after we were laid side-by-side, with Garry
facing me. He was twirling my hair between his
fingers, just looking at me. I kissed his eyelids as
they drooped closed and we dozed for a while.

We both woke the following morning, sweaty and sticky,
but surprisingly refreshed considering how little real
sleep we'd had. Over breakfast we chatted about the
arrangements for the night to come, carefully avoiding
anything vaguely sexual, but aware that it was lurking
in the background. Garry said that he'd collect a
video on the way home from school and I would try and
find a cheap tv for us during my lunch break. He still
had my card I remembered, and he offered to pay for
the rental himself, which I thought was good of him!

I watched out of the window as Jake and Garry walked
down the road together, heads inclined towards each
other and an animated discussion taking place. I idly
wondered what they were talking about so seriously as
I got ready for work.

I managed to find a fairly cheap tv set for us, a bit
more expensive than I'd planned, but it did have a
built-in VCR which was a bonus. I also grabbed a few
snacks for us as well, mainly sweets and things. There
was a box of flavoured ice poles which I threw in as
well for good measure.

Garry and Jake must've been at the window watching out
for me because they were frantically rapping on the
glass as I struggled to get the new tv out of the car.
Glancing up at them, slightly irritated that they
hadn't bothered to come down and help, I saw two pink
torsos grinning back at me and instantly preferred
that they stayed where they were!

When I reached the top of the stairs to our flat, the
door opened and two tousled heads peered cautiously
round it and after checking that no one was around,
scampered out wearing nothing but their underpants,
relieved me of the box with the tv in it and dragged
it indoors.

Within seconds, it was unboxed and sat on the table.
Garry was trying his best not to let his excitement
get the better of him and he carefully unwrapped it,
dropping the discarded packing on the floor. His eyes
glittered brightly as he noticed the cassette slot and
he shot me a broad, happy grin. I put my arm round his
shoulder, hugged him and kissed him lightly on the top
of his head. I glanced over at Jake who was standing
on the other side of me. He too was grinning and so I
put my other arm over his bare shoulders and gave him
a squeeze as well. There was an instant's pause as I
felt him tense up, but almost immediately he relaxed
against me, hugged me round the waist for a split
second and flashed me a wide cheery smile. I ruffled
his hair and went into the kitchen to put the pizzas
in the oven, leaving the boys to sort the tv set out.

Once the dinner was under way, I checked on the boys.
They had the tv plugged in and were studying the
instruction book trying to work out how to tune it in
and sort the remote out. I decided to take a quick
shower and get changed while it was fairly peaceful.
Thoughtfully I chose to put a pair of shorts and a
baggy t-shirt on for a change.

Once I was feeling better I joined the boys and sat in
my chair as they channel-hopped, settling eventually
on the kids cartoon show. Garry, noticing my presence,
jumped on my lap and snuggled down. He smiled at me,
kissed me firmly on the lips and turned to watching
Looney Tunes. Jake smiled at us both, more relaxed
than I'd seen him before and also turned back to the
tv. After five minutes of hip-grinding and an
occasional peck on the cheek, Garry gave my boner a
hard squeeze, sniggered and slipped on to the floor
with Jake.

Pizza was eaten al la picnic style, squatted on the
floor. Once the pile of slices had disappeared, I
brought out the Coke and frozen ice poles for them.
They were sucking on the ices, sliding them in and out
of their mouths and giggling insanely at each other at
the sight. Garry turned to me, looked studiously at
the ice and said, "Looks like a prick on a stick!" and
they both burst into laughter.

"Yeah, but which end of the stick?" I retorted. They
looked at each other, laughed again and high-fived.
The meal over and the mess more or less cleaned up,
Garry scrambled through his school bag and produced
two video's. One he put back and the other he threw
across to Jake. He glanced at it, half-smiled and
slotted it in.

I thought better of asking what the second video was,
and settled down to watch some sort of disaster movie
with them.

Ninety minutes later, when the world had been saved
yet again, the hero had married the heroine, and
everyone lived happily ever after, the boys started
whispering to each other, tittering once in a while
and shooting furtive glances in my direction once in a
while. They were up to something. It wasn't long
before they scurried off to their room, hands making
nominal, but unsuccessful attempts to hide little
boners. I left them alone and picked up a paper to
read.

There was little or no noise from Garry's room apart
from a low beat from his CD and the sound of his
Playstation working overtime.

It was getting towards eleven o'clock when they
surfaced, much later than I'd anticipated, bearing in
mind what Garry had in store for Jake. They said they
were going to bed and asked if they could take the tv
with them. I agreed and said that I was thinking of
going to bed soon anyway. Garry picked the set up and
carefully carried in down the corridor. I heard my
bedroom door open and smiled to myself. I was going to
give them half an hour to settle down and have some
time to themselves, but quarter of an hour later I
heard a shout from Garry asking when I was coming to
bed, and could I bring his schoolbag with me. Folding
the paper up, I grabbed his bag, and with my incipient
boner leading the way walked to the bedroom.

They had re-arranged my room for me. The table which
usually had my papers and books on it had been moved
to the foot of the bed and the tv set stood up on it.
The curtains were drawn and all the lights off except
the two bedside ones. Garry and Jake were stretched
out in bed, arms folded under their heads.  A few
comics were spread out on the bedcover, obviously
unread.
There was also a heady smell of deodorant in the air.
The two grinned at me, Garry broadly and expectantly,
Jake slightly nervously.

Garry lifted the bedcover up for me as I sat down to
undress. I noticed he was still wearing his pants, and
so elected to keep mine on as well.  I got into the
bed, next to Garry and made myself comfortable, or at
least as comfortable as I could, sharing it with two
young teenagers. Garry turned his head from side to
side, checking Jake and I were settled before pressing
the remote to start the film.

"What's it called?" I asked.

"Dunno. Forgot," said Garry, "Here have a look."

He passed me the box. It was a low-budget, very
X-rated mild porn movie, all bums, tits and cocks I
guessed. Normally I would have made some jokey comment
to Garry, but refrained as this was obviously all part
of his plan.
The film opened with a view of a film-set bedroom, the
bed already occupied by a very buxom female. The door
opened to admit a Latin-looking man. He said something
to the girl, but the sound track was so piss-poor that
it was indecipherable. Still, who watched the film for
the dialogue?

Within five minutes they were in bed and
...................  You can probably guess the rest!


Garry and Jake were engrossed in the action, with
little mountains rising and falling over each of their
crotches.  Garry leaned into Jake, whispered something
and getting a nod back.  There were some writhing
motions under the clothes and they each produced their
underpants and waved them at me, giggling.  Sighing I
took mine off, waved them in the air and joined in
their sniggers.  The twin mountain-building resumed
with greater vigour.

Garry slid across the bed to get closer to Jake, and
at the same time put his hand between my legs, urging
me to get closer to him.  Soon we were as close as we
could be, without actually being on top of one
another.  Garry's hand pushed mine away from my dick
and he grasped it firmly, starting to masturbate me
slowly.  I noticed the tent over Jake's cock moving up
and down at precisely the same time.  That could only
mean one thing!  I turned to look at Garry who grinned
at me wickedly and shrugged his shoulders as if to say
"Who? Me?" I leaned up a little to look at Jake. His
eyes were closed and his mouth open, his tongue
swiping his lips.

It wasn't long before Garry's boner was being stroked,
and it certainly wasn't me!

We carried on watching the film, the boys wide-eyed
and almost drooling with lust. Whether it was for the
girls or men, I didn't want to know.

I'd never been involved in a three-some before, and I
assumed that neither of the boys had either and I was
curious as to where we would go from here.  The
problem was solved when after a prolonged whispering
between Garry and Jake, Garry looked at me, winked and
grabbed my wrist. He sort of turned sideways, thrust
my hand into Jake's groin and dived under the
bedclothes.  His mouth found my dick and swallowed it.
I held Jake's hugely erect boner and smiled at him, a
little embarrassed at the situation I'd found myself
in.  He was as just as embarrassed as me I think, but
let me leave my hand where it was anyway. Slowly he
turned over towards me, slid his hand into Garry's
groin and started to work his dick. I took this as a
sign that I could carry on, and I did, trying to
imagine every inch of his tool in my mind as I felt
it's length time and time again.  He soon relaxed
enough to start sighing and moaning as he felt my
fingers stimulating him.  Once in a while I gave it a
rest and felt around his balls and groin, encouraging
him to moan even louder.  Another first for me was the
feel of an uncircumcised prick. Fascinated, I ran my
fingertips round the underside of his corona.  This
produced a deep guttural groan from Jake and a
definite hardening of his dick. This was indisputably
a very sensitive spot for him and I left it alone for
a while in case I accidentally make him cum before he
wanted to.

Meanwhile, Garry was having the time of his life
between us, my cock filling his delicious mouth and
his cock being tickled by his best mate.  He must've
been in heaven. And as hot as hell, too because it
wasn't very long before his threw the bedclothes off
and took a deep breath of fresh air, his face bright
red and a sheen of sweat glowing on his forehead.

The film had finished ages ago, but no one had noticed
until the machine clicked off and started to re-wind.
We all looked at it in surprise and giggled.

"Oh, well, we'll watch it again later," Garry said.
"Change places will you?" he said to Jake, "I wanna
come that side."  They rolled over each other and Jake
settled down next to me. Now the covers were off, I
could took a long steady look at Jake's cock. It was
beautifully hard, and shining in the light.  It didn't
seem to have grown a great deal in length from when it
was soft, but it was certainly harder!  And fatter
too. It was very nice indeed.  Garry, seeing me
staring at it, nudged me in the ribs, stuck his tongue
out slightly and nodded in the direction of Jake's
weapon.  I shook my head, but he insisted.  Leaning
down towards it, grasping the red-hot meat between my
fingers, I looked up at Jake.  He was leaning back on
his elbows, staring wide-eyed at his throbbing cock
and me. I raised my eyebrows questioningly. He gave
the slightest nod and held his breath. Slowly, tongue
first, I took his dick into my mouth. I heard a gasp
from above me and a slight upward thrust of Jake's
hips. Gradually I absorbed as much of his dick as I
could before closing my lips round it and starting to
suck.  He clamped his hands over my ears and tried to
make me go faster. I resisted as hard as I could, and
eventually he allowed me to slow down to a more
reasonable pace. But still his humping and bucking
were uncontrolled and in the back of my mind I hoped
that he didn't do the same thing Garry did when he was
over-excited. I felt his dick engorge slightly, and
before it was too late, I pulled off.  Two little wads
of sperm dribbled out; we'd caught it just in time.
Garry had his head next to Jake's, arms round his neck
watching me.

I grinned sheepishly for some reason and held on to
Jake's still solid rod.

"See, I told you he was good, didn't I?"

Jake nodded, still breathing raggedly.

"Wanna cum yet?" Garry half-whispered to Jake.

"Yeah," he just managed to gasp out.

Garry arranged us into a sort of circle on the bed. I
thought at first we were going to have a circle-jerk,
but when he ducked down to take Jake's cock in his
mouth, I changed my mind.  A little nervous still,
Jake wrapped his mouth round the tip of my leaking
dick and tasted the pre-cum. Deciding it wasn't too
bad, he took in the next inch or so.  I left him to
his own devices as I hungrily devoured Garry's more
familiar cock and worked my tongue inside his
foreskin. Jake wasn't all that experienced as I should
have guessed, but he only scraped me with his teeth a
couple of times and it was well worth it. Not as good
as Garry, but with a little practice, ........

There was no way Jake could last very long, he'd been
so close to shooting so many times tonight that it
only took the barest effort from Garry before he was
rewarded with his prize. I felt his body tense as he
swallowed the gift, time and time again he swallowed
until with a gasp he lifted his head. I brought Garry
to his climax as fast as I could, using my fingers to
help.  I knew what would happen if his orgasm was
delayed too long and I didn't want him embarrassed in
front of Jake, not like that. He shot his magnificent
load straight down my throat, pulse after pulse after
pulse. With no little difficulty I managed to get most
of it down me.  Just as I was swallowing his first
shot, I was aware that I was dropping my load into
Jake. Losing all self control, I let it fire away as I
worked on Garry.  The cool air round my dick told me
dimly that Jake must've taken his mouth away, but I
didn't care. I was spasming like there was no
tomorrow, and my mouth was full of Garry's delicious
cum.

Re-arranging ourselves on the bed, I leaned over and
kissed Garry on the lips, forcing his lips apart
slightly with my tongue. Evilly, I pushed a drop of
his own cum into his mouth and closed it. Knowing just
what I'd done, he glared at me for a second and then
grinned.

Jake was still gasping for air, and knowing how Garry
felt just after cumming, I risked a rebuff and hugged
him tightly to me, put his head on my shoulder.

"You alright, Jake?" I whispered in his ear, stroking
his hair at the same time.

It was a couple of seconds before he answered. "Yeah.
Yeah. I'm OK now. Thanks."

I let him go, but he left his arms draped round my
neck. I pulled Garry across and we had a group hug,
grinning at each other rather stupidly.

"See. I told you. It's OK isn't it?" Garry blurted out
to his mate.  Jake nodded in response and dropped his
head to his chest.  "Don't panic," Garry told him
quietly. "I used to feel a bit pissed off just after I
had a good cum, but it soon goes, you'll see."  Jake
raised his head slightly and managed a small smile.

"Wanna watch the film again?" Garry said, full of
beans.

We looked at him in disbelief. Where in hell does he
get the energy?  He was told, ` no, not yet. Later
maybe.'

"OK then, I'm gonna get a Coke. Come on, Jake." Garry
rolled off the bed and grabbing Jake by the hand
dragged him off to the kitchen.

There were gone a good five minutes before they
returned, each with a Coke and one for me. Jake was
obviously feeling himself again and he was grinning
and a more normal colour. And they both had bloody
erections!

I pulled the blanket over us and stared at the film,
unseeing.  Jake and Garry had an arm round each
other's neck, giggling at the film, their hands
working one another's dicks gently under the covers.
I turned my back on them and dozed, leaving them to
get on with it.

Only once was I disturbed before daylight.  I felt
Garry put his arm on my chest and give me a deep,
loving kiss.
"Jake's gone for a piss," he whispered.  "He's OK with
everything."

I smiled, relieved for us all.

"And we've cum again!" Garry sniggered. "Told you to
get the extra tins didn't I!"

I kissed him back and cuddled up to him until Jake
climbed back into bed, smiling happily at me, all
traces of nervousness gone.   I gave Garry a hug, gave
Jake a hug, and turned over to leave them alone.


Chapter Ten.

They were sound asleep when I awoke and so left them
and went to shower and get something to eat. They were
still in bed at ten o'clock and so I went through and
woke them. Taking two mugs of coffee into the bedroom
ten minutes later, I saw they were now wide awake,
laying face down on the bed, watching the video and as
naked as they come!  They rolled over as I opened the
door, and looked at me. Jake made half an effort to
cover himself, grinned, shrugged his shoulders, and
sat up. Garry just sat up.

"`Bout time you were up," I said. "It's nearly lunch
time.  A panic-stricken glance at the clock earned me
a tongue stuck out.  "And when you're up, you might
strip the bed, and open a window. It smells like a," I
paused, searching for the right word.  "Bordello in
here.  And before you ask, look it up!"

Once I'd made sure the boys had eaten something, I
allowed them out.  Like last week, they headed for
down town, Garry telling me that he'd be home in time
for tea.

He arrived on time, but not hungry. Apparently they'd
stuffed themselves so full of burgers that he wasn't
at all hungry. I made do with some sandwiches and
asked Garry if he'd had a good day.

"Yeah. We went round the town a couple of times, met
some mates from school and just knocked around."

 A few weeks ago, I would have worried about him
wandering around town, but now I knew him well enough
to know he wouldn't get into any bother.

"Everything else OK?"  I asked.

"Yeah. Oh, and Jake says, Hi! And thanks for a good
time'."

I looked at him seriously.

"I mean it," he laughed, "Don't worry. He really did
have a good time and he's coming over next week."
I relaxed and sat down, Garry joining me after he'd
opened a tin of Coke for himself.

"So, Tiger, What's new?" I said, putting an arm round
him.

"Nothing really. `Cept I'm glad to be home with just
you and me."

I know how he felt.

"Let's switch off," he murmured after a while.

I wondered what he meant at first, but as I watched
him organise things, I began to understand.  First he
put an old `Indiana Jones' video in the machine,
pulled the curtains and turned all the lights off. He
then stripped down to his pants and stood in front of
me, thumb in his mouth. I got the idea. I quickly
stripped off my shorts and shirt, sat down and let him
get comfortable.

Just once in a while he likes to revert to being a
child. Not so often that it's a problem, but
frequently enough. I remember reading a psychology
book years ago about Regression Therapy whereby
psychologists encourage patients who have some sorts
of problem to regress, back to a point in time before
their difficulties started, and gradually bring them
forwards, hopefully curing their problem in the
process.  I may be wrong, but I think Garry was doing
the same sort of thing without knowing.   We'd never
spoken much about his life at home before we met,
partly because I didn't want to pry, and also because
I knew a lot of it was painful to remember. Just once
in a while when something stirred up a bad memory, I
saw him wince and wipe a tear away. His usual reaction
was to shrug his shoulders and hug me, just for a
second as if to confirm I was still there.

There was one sure-fire way to tell when he wanted
comfort and not `a funny half hour' - his dick stayed
soft!  Tonight was a `soft-dick' night.  Reaching
beside the chair, I took my jacket and wrapped him up
in it.  His eyes said `thanks' and he turned to
Indiana Jones.

We hardly spoke at all during the evening, and apart
from making ourselves a drink, didn't stir from the
chair. When the second film ended, we turned the set
off and headed for bed.  Once settled and laying back,
Garry turned to me and said, "Do you think I'm queer?"

I was suddenly wide awake and alert. What on Earth had
brought that up?

I looked at him, nestled in my arms, trying to work
out why he'd suddenly asked me that.

"I don't know. What's made you think of that? Nothing
happened at school or anywhere has it?"

I felt a cold chill in my stomach as all the
possibilities which could cause him to raise this
particular topic flashed through my mind.

"No. Nothing. It's just something that Jake said
today."

"What?"
"He said that he likes, er,  messing about like we do,
but thinks he shouldn't do it."

"What did you say?"

"I said that if he likes it then it was OK."

He went on to say that Jake was embarrassed at first
when he saw Garry and me and how we got nearly naked
and sat together in our chair and hugged each other
and things. They never did that in his house, but when
he got used to it, he thought it was OK and felt sort
of jealous of us.

"That's why he likes to come round at tea-times,"
Garry carried on. "And getting undressed as well. He
thinks it's cool."

"That doesn't mean you're queer though," I said, "If
you like doing it, then why not. I think it's cool
too."

"Yeah, but when we do the other things, then he likes
that as well, and he thinks he shouldn't."

I thought for a minute and then said, "What do you
think? Not about Jake, but about you and me."

There was a long pause before he hugged me and said,
"I like it. Ever since you and me, you know, did it
the first time on the airfield, I liked it."

He paused again, trying to find the right words.

"I thought about it a lot when you weren't around, and
I missed you. Not `cause we messed about, but that was
part of it. You and me sort of fit together and even
when we don't do any sex, then we like to be near each
other, don't we?"

"Yes," I agreed, "We do." I didn't know what to say
next, so I waited for him to carry on.

"I like being here with you better than I ever did
with mum, and dad," he added.  "And that doesn't seem
right somehow."

"When you were living at home, it wasn't all that good
was it?" I said, carefully. "And you weren't very
happy most of the time."

He nodded his head slowly.

"Well, I think they love you very much, but didn't
know how to show it." I wasn't sure if this was true
or not, but the alternative thought would be too much
for him to bear.  "And some people lash out in temper
when they can't express their feelings."

"Yeah, I know," he said.
I hugged him again and he smiled at me.

I went on, "I think you are a special sort of person,
and I'm very lucky to have you. The sex things we do
are a sort of extra if you like, something that we do
because we love and take care of each other.  Whether
we are queer or not, doesn't matter in the slightest
to me. I know that I don't feel the same way as most
people do about girls, and you haven't had the chance
to find out yet. But whichever way you grow up, then
you and me will still be very special, for always."

"Yeah, I know. And I don't ever want to go back to
Oxford to live, ever, ever, ever."

There were tears starting to drip from his eyes and he
hugged me tightly.

"Ok," I whispered, "You aren't going to.  I wouldn't
let you anyway!" I managed a smile as I looked at him.

"It's best when you and me are like this, sort of
talking and together in bed.  I don't care what Jake
thinks or does, that's his problem I suppose. But I
like this."  He squirmed in my arms and brightened up
a little. "And best of all, I like it when we, you
know, do it properly and I go all funny and freak
out."

We giggled together and he wriggled himself on top of
me, head on my chest.

"What about Jake?" I whispered.

"Don't know. I like him lots and even if he didn't
wanna mess about anymore, then I'd still be friends
with him. And I don't like three-somes!" he giggled.
"I can't split myself in two and I get confused!"

He was feeling a great deal better now he'd got all
that off his chest. He was happy now, and hopefully
less confused about his feelings. What happens between
him and Jake was in the lap of the Gods, and whichever
way it worked out, then I hoped they would still be
friends: I'd a strong feeling they would.

Another clue to his mood change was that he'd got a
hard on, which I felt pressing into my belly. I looked
at him and grinned, "Feeling better?"

"Yeah. And randy!  Can we do it?"

After our conversation, we both felt the need to get
close and re-affirm our love. Sex may not be the
be-all and end-all of our relationship, but it
certainly was an agreeable part of it!

He sat up and rested his hands on my nipples, rubbing
them with his palms. Staring into my eyes, he felt
behind him and grasped my dick between his fingers and
thumb. There was only a moments pause before I entered
his tunnel and he relaxed down on me.

He sighed deeply and closed his eyes, not moving a
muscle. Slowly he leaned down and stretched out, his
arms on my shoulders.

"Turn over," he whispered, "and don't let it come
out."

We rolled over and he lifted his legs up.

"Fuck me," he whispered, "Please."

I started to work myself in and out, making sure he
felt every little movement. Slowly and tenderly I
began to please him. Using all the skill and technique
I had, I fucked him. He reached down to his own
pre-cum slicked cock and stroked it, keeping time with
me.

"Do it. Do it. Harder. Quick," he gasped on each
thrust, "Quicker."

I did. The grey mist descended and I forced myself in
and out just as fast as I could.  Garry was squealing
loudly and thrashing round the bed. I didn't care, I
was way past that, trying urgently to shoot my waiting
load of super-hot cum into Garry's rectum with as much
force as I could, to satisfy him as well as me.  I was
getting towards the end of my tether and struggling to
keep the pace up when Garry, with a last desperate
shout, shuddered and fired his cum out like a rocket,
so powerfully that I could almost hear it. In sympathy
I managed one last, ball-busting push and I sprayed
his inside with everything I had.

It was the most violent and painful sex we'd ever had:
something we both wanted and needed at the time, but
when I'd calmed down, I regretted it badly. It wasn't
love when done like that, it was sheer unadulterated
lust. I felt as if I'd raped him and the feeling
wasn't a good one.

When Garry was able to talk some ten minutes later, I
almost broke down in tears as I tried to apologise to
him, over and over again. He looked at me, still not
quite able to focus his eyes properly and shook his
head.

"Don't," he said softly, "Don't. I'm alright, I'm OK."

I hugged him, still grovelling an apology.

He shut me up by kissing me firmly. "That was
different," he laughed. "I thought your dick was going
to come up through my bloody mouth!"

Seeing him still fairly cheerful, I felt a bit better.
Carefully I picked my very tender cock up and examined
it closely.

Garry looked at it with me, still grinning at me.
"What you looking at?  Broken it?"

"Blood," I said simply.

He looked concerned for a second, wiped his finger
round his butt and peered at it.

"Nope. None here. You?"

I couldn't see any, and told him so.

"Good. Said I was OK didn't I. Dickhead!"

I was still very unsettled and Garry, bless him, tried
to make me feel better by saying, "I weirded out
again, so it must've been a good one for me as well.
We're getting good at this aren't we."

It was the first time he'd had to pacify me after sex,
and I was grateful he was the wonderful, caring,
adorable boy he was.

I slept very badly that night, having a nightmare that
I'd damaged him seriously.  Each time I woke up, Garry
was there, looking worried and frightened. I don't
think he slept at all that night. I felt a bit better
when dawn came and we were still cuddled up together.

Garry, realising I was awake, kissed me lightly on the
forehead and told me to stay in bed, he'd get us some
breakfast. I was too tired to argue and watched as he
skipped off.

He returned with an enormous tray of food: cereal,
toast and coffee. Balancing it carefully, he clambered
back into bed and sat up against the headboard. He
handed me the cup and a slice of toast. "Eat," he
said.

He kept looking at me as he ate, his eyes dancing with
laughter and an amused grin on his face, shaking his
head from side to side once in a while as if I was an
idiot child. Eventually his antics made me stop
feeling sorry for myself and I smiled at him.

"That's better," he said, sounding just like I did
when I was comforting him. "Let's stay in bed all day
today."

That sounded like a very good idea and I lay back, at
peace with life once more.  I must have dozed off
because I was only dimly aware of Garry getting out of
bed and hearing him pottering about the flat. It
wasn't until almost midday when he slid in beside me,
cuddled up and kissed me.

"Flats done," he said. "Cleaned, tidied and sorted.
So you can stay where you are."

When I got up to go to the bathroom I saw he'd done a
good job, it was as good a one as I could have done.
Then a thought struck me.  "Haven't you got dressed
yet?" I asked.

"Nope. No point `cause I was coming back to bed
anyway, so I didn't bother."

I grinned at the thought of a nude Garry bustling
about, duster in one hand and a brush in the other.
"Come on," I said, swinging my legs over the edge of
the bed, "Let's go out."

We showered together, affectionately soaping and
washing each other before drying off and going back in
the bedroom.

He rustled through my drawers and dug out a pair of
shorts and T-shirt, a pair of pants and socks, and
threw them to me. From another draw, he produced an
identical set, even down to the pants.
Once dressed we stood in front of the mirror
side-by-side and grinned at each other.

"Perfect!" he giggled, "Now we can go out."


Chapter Eleven.

On Tuesday Garry and Jake came back to the flat after
school for tea as usual, before they went of to their
swimming club, and as usual they stripped off.  Before
leaving they disappeared into Garry's room for ten
minutes, I'd assumed for Garry to get into his T-shirt
and shorts. When they came out, Garry was dressed and
ready, but Jake wasn't.  I looked at them curiously
and Gary said that Jake wasn't going swimming as he
wasn't feeling very well.

"I said that I wouldn't go either, but Jake said I
should. Just because he isn't going, that was no
reason why I shouldn't.  Can he stay here until I get
back, and then I can walk home with him?"

I thought it rather odd, but said it was alright.  It
was even stranger that Jake hadn't got himself
dressed, knowing that he would be here alone with me,
at least until his mate came home. When I looked to
Garry for some sort of explanation, he didn't react at
all. It was only when he was leaving the flat that he
indicated for me to follow him. Once outside the door,
he quickly whispered that Jake wanted to talk to me
alone. I started to ask him what it was all about,
when he grinned and said he'd see me later.

The last thing I felt like doing was coping with
another teenagers problems; I'd had enough with Garry
and me the past couple of weeks, and the idea of
listening to Jake's problems as well made me feel
uncomfortable. Closing the flat door, I looked at Jake
and asked if he was feeling alright.

"Yeah, I suppose so," he mumbled, "I just didn't feel
like swimming today."

I hadn't a clue what to do with him for the next
couple of hours and so I turned the tv on and invited
him to put whatever video on he wanted.  I sat in my
chair and opened my book.  A few minutes later, I was
conscious of the volume being turned down and the boy
stood next to me, his groin level with my eyes,
thankfully without an erection.

I looked up at him with my eyebrows raised.

"Can I ask you something?" he said, looking down at
his feet.

`Here it comes,' I thought, and steeled myself, "Yes,
of course."

He sat on the edge of the chair, resting his arm along
the back. "Do you mind me coming here with Garry?" was
the surprising start.

"No, of course not. You're welcome anytime you like."

"And you don't mind what we do?"

I assumed he meant the sexual things, and replied,
"After the other night, what do you think?"

He took the opportunity to slide into my lap and
rested his clasped hands in his groin, with his legs
dangling over the arm of the chair. He blushed deep
red at my comment, and said, "I wasn't sure," very
quietly. Once again, I was struck how very attractive
his freckles made him look when he blushed.

I was still not very happy with the situation he'd put
me in though, especially as Garry wasn't here.

"I've got four brothers and sisters at home, and I'm
the oldest. They never seem to have much time for me
these days, and the house is always noisy and smells
of washing and ironing."

I couldn't resist a smile as I saw his nose wrinkle up
at the memory.

"That's why I like coming here. It's so sort of calm
and peaceful, and I like Garry `cause we can talk and
do things together."

I nodded in agreement and looked closely at him,
taking in his whole body, for the first time really.
His skin was flawless, not a mark or a scratch
anywhere; he was toned that lovely olive-sort of
colour which showed how much time he spent outdoors in
the sun. His legs and arms were smothered in that fine
down-like fine hair which added immeasurably to his
masculine beauty.

"And Garry can walk around in just his pants.  My
brothers and sisters do at my house, `cause they're
littler than me, I like doing it as well sometimes,
but I'm not allowed to and when I do it, I get a
boll........, a telling off."

There was a slight pause as he thought what to say
next.

"I share a bedroom with Michael, he's my brother and
he's only ten. I never seem to get any peace and
quiet."

I let him ramble on, not terribly sure where he was
heading, if anywhere. I learned that he and his
brother used to `do things' together sometimes, but
only when Michael was in the mood. In any case, Jake
was worried that someday he might let it slip out what
they had been doing. Since he'd met up with Garry
though, they hadn't done anything.  I began to
understand that there wasn't really any particular
point to Jake's ramblings, it was just that he wanted
someone to talk to. I felt happier now that I
understood where he was coming from, if not where he
was heading.

"It's good that you and Garry can sort of `get it on'
as well, whenever you want, I wish I could."  I saw a
tent rising in his pants, and to my horror, found I
was hardening up as well.

"What's Garry been saying?" I said, forcing what I
hoped looked like a sympathetic smile.

"Oh, nothing really, except that you and him sometimes
sleep in the same bed and do things."

"Such as what?" I asked, now very concerned.

"You know, like the other night. Errr, masturbating
and err, err, BJ'ing."

He found that bit hard to say, I guess because he
didn't want to use the words he would normally have
used.  I also knew that he didn't know that Garry and
I did a little more that sucking and jerking each
other off!  I breathed an immense sigh of relief.

"Oh, you mean wanking and blow-jobs," I said, laughing
at him a little. "Don't be frightened, I know the
words! Would you believe Garry and me have heard them
once or twice before?"

He grinned back at me, obviously relieved. "Yeah,
well. You two do it twice a week, and I'm lucky if I
get it once."

Once more I had reason to thank my `brother' for his
intelligence and discretion. "It's no big deal. We
both like it and it does us good once in a while.
Sort of takes the pressure off."

His boner was now solid, and I was sure he could feel
mine pressing into his backside.  He moved his hands
out of his groin, adjusted his cock and looked at me,
pleadingly.  I knew what was coming next and I hadn't
a clue what I was going to do about it. I knew what
I'd like to do, and I'm sure Jake had the same idea
too, but it wouldn't be fair to Garry, either from my
side or Garry's.  He'd be seriously upset if he ever
got to find out about it.  I dearly wished he was here
now to help me.

"Garry wouldn't mind," Jake said as if reading my
mind.

"How do you know?" I asked, "It wouldn't be fair to
him, would it?"

" `Cause we've talked about it," he said, his nerves
making his voice tremble. "It's not like you're lovers
or anything, you're brothers and I wouldn't care if my
brother did it with anyone else, and he couldn't give
a toss what I do."

This threw me until I recalled a conversation Garry
and me had about this sort of situation and I felt a
bit better. Not happy, but better.

"But I'm a lot older than you, and I'm not your
brother," I said in a last-ditch attempt to stop
things going any further. "That makes a difference."

"So? I don't really care. Would you?"

I looked at him seriously, trying to make my mind up.
"Only if we tell him afterwards," I said quietly.

He nodded seriously and dropped his arm round my neck.
 Garry had told me that he didn't like kissing, and
didn't .... well, that wouldn't come into it anyway.

"Where do you want to go?" I asked. "Here or the
bedroom?"

His face didn't change, he still looked a bit
embarrassed although he'd given up any attempts to
disguise his erection.

"The bedroom?"

"OK, then let's go." I tried to smile at him and make
him feel better.

Despite the fact that I'd just been effectively
seduced by Jake, he was the one who looked guilty.  If
he was to enjoy the fruits of his hard-won labours, I
had to make sure he was comfortable with himself
otherwise it would be a complete disaster for us both.

"Come on, it's not the end of the world. And who
knows, you might even like it. You certainly did the
other night!"

He grinned broadly at this and stood up. Pulling
myself to my feet, I looked down at the tent in my
trousers.  "I'm ready, and I can see you are. Shall we
go for it?"

The walk to the bedroom seemed to take for ever, and
once there, he lay down in the middle of the bed, arms
straight down by his side, his prick standing up in
his pants. He looked just like a virgin waiting to be
taken, which in some ways I suppose he was.

I lay along side him and put my hand on his stomach,
feeling it tense up. I slid my hand down to his pants
and rested the palm of my hand on his dick, rubbing it
very slightly.

"Just relax and enjoy it," I whispered. "When you're
ready, take your pants off if you like, but you
haven't got to do anything you don't want, and we can
stop whenever you like."

He nodded and raised a slight smile.

Not enjoying being kissed made it a little harder for
me, Garry loved it and we always started with a kiss
and a cuddle.  Instead I ran my hands over his torso,
taking care to massage his nipples gently and stroke
his waist.  I moved down to his thighs and softly
stroked them, watching his cock jump and twitch with
every move I made. I watched the wet spot grow bigger
in his pants.

Delicately I picked his hand up and place in on top of
my cock, just as mine was on his. He got the idea
straightaway and copied me, move for move. I put my
hand on his waist and turned him over to face me.

"What do you like doing best?" I whispered as I ran my
fingers up and down his dick, now leaking profusely.

There wasn't a moment's hesitation, "Being played with
and then being sucked," he said tremulously.

I slid a hand under his pants and took the weight of
his balls in my hand. He did the same. With my other
hand I started to work my pants off for him.  He tried
to take his down but couldn't quite manage it, so I
let go of his tackle and shoved mine off, allowing him
to remove his.  Now naked we cuddled up closer and for
a few seconds embraced before putting our hands back
where they were.

"That's better," I murmured in his ear. "Much better."

I couldn't quite make out what he mumbled in reply,
but it was something similar.

He began to masturbate me seriously, but I made him
slow down with a reminder that we weren't in a hurry
and it would be a lot nicer if we took our time.
Easing off the pace, he used both hands to feel all
round my cock and balls, but not venturing an inch
beyond that invisible line that separated `balls' from
`butt'.

He was good. His fingers danced feather-light up and
down my dick, collecting a finger-full of pre-cum and
massaging into my navel and cock-hair. At least he'd
done that before I noted, probably to himself. We
played with each other for as long as I felt he could
before it was too much. Twisting myself round, I put
his dick in front of my lips and licked it all round.
Tentatively I felt his tongue exploring mine, and
before long he'd taken as much of it into his mouth as
he could, licking and sucking on it as hard as he
could.  I was about to ask him if he wanted me to tell
him when I was coming, but I thought that would be an
unwanted distraction for him and kept quiet.  He could
sort that one out himself.  Meanwhile I was thoroughly
enjoying the feeling and taste of his beautiful
uncircumcised tool in my mouth.  He was a bit longer
than Garry and reached just a little bit further down
my throat than him; only a little but the difference
was amazing.  That, and the delight he got when I
tickled round under his delightful naked cockhead was
magnificent. I tried to make it last as long as I
possibly could for him, but the novelty and excitement
were just too much for him.  I was holding his balls
when I felt them draw up into his groin, simultaneous
with his dick enlarging down my throat.

I squeezed his balls gently and sucked as hard as I
could, washing his cock-head with my tongue at the
same time, waiting for the pleasure of eating his
juices.

"Ughhh ... Ughhh ... Ughhh," I heard him moan as he
shot his load into my mouth, each spurt given extra
force by his the impassioned and manic thrusting of
his groin. I swallowed as much as I could, only a
little dribbling from my lips.  I was aware that I
came at the same time, and also aware that it ended up
in his mouth.

"Jesus Christ! Fucking Bloody Hell!" he said as his
cock slowly softened, face suffused bright pink,
"Jesus!"

I'd never heard him swear before, nothing heavy anyway
and it came as a bit of a shock to hear him. Even in
extremis Garry only swore mildly.

I grinned up at his radiant face.

"That was fucking ace!" he almost shouted, "Fuck
........" He stopped and looked at me.  "Sorry, I
couldn't help swearing, but ....."

"Ok, never mind. I trust you enjoyed it then?"

"Yeah. Oh, yeah. Like never before!"

He lay there, blissfully happy, his now wilted cock
drooping and resting over his balls.  Garry was right,
his few cock-hairs were bright ginger. And
cum-stained.

"You'd better get a shower," I laughed.  "I assume
your mother thinks you've been swimming."

"Yeah, she does. When's Garry home?"

I looked at my watch, "About half an hour I guess."

"Good." He picked up his discarded pants and looked at
the heavy pre-cum damp spot on them and sniggered.

"Won't anyone wonder what it is?" I asked him

"Naah. I just throw `em in with the rest and she never
notices. Least, I don't think so!"

I let him grab his shower.  Thinking now what I was to
tell Garry, I put my pants and shorts back on and went
to the living room.

Once he was dressed in his school clothes, he told me
that he would take a walk and meet Garry from the pool
and they could walk back to his together.   Once he'd
left, I started worrying again what to tell Garry when
he came in. I was angry with Jake for putting me in
this situation, annoyed with Garry for not being here,
and even more pissed off with myself for letting it
get as far as it did.  I mentally steeled myself for
an unpleasant confrontation.

 Twenty minutes later, he walked in the door and threw
his bag on the floor as usual. I looked at him, trying
to work out what sort of mood he was in. No clue at
all; just as  normal as a matter of fact. But there
was something about his eyes ......

He stripped off and sat down on my lap.

"I don't suppose you want any more sex tonight, do
you?" he grinned impishly, staring me in the face and
hooking his hands together behind my neck.

"Wha.......?" I started to say.

"Don't panic!  He told me all about it."

I looked at him, mouth agape.

He laughed, and kissed me lightly. "You were set up!
You don't think I'd let anyone mess about with you
without my knowing, do you?" he tittered.

I was speechless, and so was Garry, with laughter.
"Your face!" he stammered out at last.

He told me that he and Jake had come to an agreement,
sort of.  He said that the three-in-a-bed romp the
other night had been fun, but not satisfying somehow,
either for Jake or Garry. Somehow or other, the
conversation had ended up with the two boys agreeing
that Jake could `seduce' me tonight.

"But why didn't you tell me?" I asked, "I would have
done it."

"No you wouldn't. I know you, you'd've said no `cause
you love me too much. And in any case, it was much
more fun this way!"

He was right of course, I would've almost certainly
said no, for Garry's sake as well as mine.

"But you owe me for having fun with Jake," he added
with an evil leer. "Friday night he's all mine, and
you can sleep all alone, by yourself." Then he added,
"And if you're lucky I might, just might, come and see
you before breakfast!"

I could have choked him quite cheerfully at that
point, but satisfied myself with grabbing his balls
and giving him a painful squeeze, and a kiss.


Chapter Twelve.

Our lived settled into a steady routine over the next
months; Garry was doing well at school and I was
settled into my job.  It turned out that Garry was a
good artist and quite sporty as well, enjoying both
Rugby and swimming.  These began to take more and more
of his time up at week-ends which was good for him,
both in terms of his social life and exercise.   Jake
still came round every day, thoroughly enjoying the
freedom he felt in our flat.

Our sex life also settled down. We slept together more
often than not, but not always having sex. We had a
lovely, caring relationship which suited us both
perfectly, never as happy as when curled up together,
either in bed or in our chair.  Jake stayed over every
Friday night with Garry, and some week-ends as well
when he could get away from home.  I think he and
Garry were happy with the way they were, I know they
always slept together and eventually, by tacit
agreement,  we even stopped the pretence of  making up
the spare bed.  Jake used to come over to see me once
a week or so when Garry was out, usually with Garry's
knowledge, and we had some good times. He got to like
kissing and cuddling but we never progressed beyond
that - I wouldn't allow that to happen, and he didn't
seem interested anyway.

They both dated girls together to begin with, usually
in a four-some, but neither seemed especially
interested in them at first.  By the time they were 16
though, Jake was into girls fairly seriously and was
out most nights with one or another, but he still
reserved his Fridays for him and Garry.   Garry never
got himself a steady girlfriend, only picking one up
when he needed a companion for a disco or a party, not
that they weren't interested him: he'd grown into a
very good-looking young man and has a pleasant,
easy-going personality which enabled him to get along
with everybody.

We were talking in bed one night when I asked him
about girlfriends and so on. He cuddled up to me, and,
very seriously, said that he was more than happy with
us as we were, and wasn't at all interested in females
sexually.  I felt guilty about this as I blamed myself
for his preferring to have gay sex with me or Jake,
rather than normal sex with a girlfriend. He told me
that it wasn't my fault or my influence, it was his
choice.

"I've given it a lot of thought," he informed me, "You
and me, we're the same. I like doing it with you and
you like doing it with me, and we're both OK with it."
 It was a shattering surprise when he added, "I've
done it with a couple of girls, and it wasn't nearly
as good as when we do it."  He made me laugh out loud
when he added, "I knew it was no good because I never
even got anywhere near weirding out on them. I even
had to think about you to make myself cum!"

When his sixteenth birthday came round, we had two
parties for him. One in the flat, with all his friends
and one with just him and me. The one with his friends
lasted nearly all night, ending up with him and Jake,
drunk, naked, and giggling hysterically in my bed
after everyone else had gone home, trying without
success to get their dicks hard.

He and I had dinner out together for our celebration;
I'd bought him his first proper suit and he looked
really smart in it. We went to the best restaurant in
town, and stayed in a hotel for the night, enjoying
being waited on hand and foot.  It was perfect.

Not wanting to create a fuss, I didn't argue when the
receptionist naturally allocated us a twin-bedded
room. Garry and I were not quite ready to be `outed'
in that way just yet and so accepted it without
question. It wouldn't make any difference anyway.   We
took a shower together, kissing and cuddling each
other like we used to do when we first started out as
a couple, washing one another assiduously and making
sure `those special parts' were well and truly clean.
Looking at the two beds, we giggled like children,
threw the clothes from one bed onto the floor for
appearances sake, and jumped in the other, wrapped in
each other's arms, our iron-hard boners already
leaking.

I kissed him tenderly and deeply, running his
beautiful hair through my fingers for the millionth
time. He returned the kiss and whispered, "I love you,
more than anything else in the world. Promise we're
gonna be alright, for ever?"

I felt my eyes start to water, and before I started
crying, said, "I love you too, you're the best thing
that ever happened to me. And we're going to be
together until the end of time."

I leaned over him and picked up a bag with two special
presents in it for him.  First was a pair of rings.
Identical gold and silver heart-shaped ones, one with
a simple "G" in it and one with a plain "J". We fitted
them on our fingers and blessed them with a kiss. The
second was a beautiful antique silver photo frame with
my favourite picture of him in it, the one of him in
his swimming trunks.

We cupped each others pricks in our hands and held
them gently, rubbing fingers up and down sensuously.
He lay his head on my chest and sighed.

"There's something else," I said seriously. "You've
got to go back to Oxford."

I felt his dick soften immediately and his body tense
up. He sat up and looked at me, his face showing
intense shock and utter disbelief.

"Whaaa..........?" he started, "Why?................,"
the tears starting to fall.

I had one other piece of news, good news, for him
which I'd been saving for a couple of weeks, and had
intended to have a bit of fun with him when I told
him, but when I saw the look on his face, I knew I'd
made a disastrous mistake. I'd misjudged his reaction
completely and was seriously out of order.

"Don't panic, don't worry," I said desperately, "It's
OK, honestly. Listen to me."

He stared at me, letting the tears fall freely.

"I've got a new job and it'll mean moving away from
Dover. Right the way down to Exeter.  It'll mean you
and I moving house and getting a new one. All I was
going to say was that if you like, you can go and see
your mum and dad and tell them if you want."

"Bastard! You fucking ........." he pummelled me with
his fists, hard, on the chest, crying bitterly now.

I hurt badly, the physical pain causing me to grimace,
but that was nothing compared to the hurt I had
inside.  He was right, I was a bastard, I'd frightened
him badly.

I hugged him tightly and apologised profusely, saying
that I didn't mean to scare him.

He looked at me as if I was dirt, wiping up the tears
with the back of his hand, saying nothing.

Wrapping the blanket around us, I held him until he
calmed down.

"We're opening a new office," I started to explain,
"And I've been asked to manage it. I said I'd go, but
I'd have to ask you first.  If you don't want to go,
then we won't. It's up to you."

He snuffled a bit and gazed at me, calmer now.

"Don't ever do that to me again," he said very
quietly. "That was a bastard thing to do. I hated you
just then."

I said sorry once more, promised never to do it again,
and kissed him on the cheek.

"So," I said, "What about Exeter anyway?  You're
leaving school this summer, and I thought you might
like to go to college in Exeter to do Art or
something."

"Yeah. That'd be OK." he said, still a bit pissed off
with me. "But I am not going back to Oxford - no way!
Not even for a day."

I said that there was no need for him to go if he
didn't want, I just thought he might like to go home
for a week-end or something.

"No," he said firmly, "If I do anything before we go,
and I'd like for us to go, then do you know what I'd
like best?"

"What?"

"Go camping for a week-end, like we did before."

I ruffled his hair, overjoyed that he was a bit more
cheerful now. "That's a brilliant idea. We can go to
Devon and hunt for a flat at the same time."

He grinned, grasped my balls and squeezed them.
Gently. Our dicks grew hard again and we cuddled up.

"Wonder if these rooms are soundproof?" he mused,
gazing into my eyes as he shifted to sit on my groin.

"I hope so!" I smiled, "Let's find out shall we?"
"Great!" he almost yelled, "Do you want my present
now?"

"Only if it's what I think it is," I giggled. For an
answer he inserted my swollen dick into his waiting
hole.

We made love for ages that night, slowly and tenderly,
re-living and remembering all the best times we'd had
together, and cementing our relationship for the
future.  Dover was in many ways the beginning,
experimental, learning, part of our relationship.  Now
we were moving on to new pastures, absolutely certain
that we were made for each other and the future was
ours, ours alone and ours united.

By the way, the hotel room wasn't soundproof, not
against Garry's special orgasms anyway. When we
checked out the following morning, we received an icy
stare from the Duty Manager and a quietly delivered
request that we never pay them a return visit.  We
walked out the door, arms on each other's shoulders,
and giggling. We didn't give a toss.

The last connection Garry and I made with Oxford was
when I returned the monthly cheque his father sent,
with a note saying that from now on Garry and I would
take care of ourselves.

THE END ........


Look out for the third story  in the series - "Garry
and John Move to Cairo"