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I’m on the train, heading back to London for the Easter holidays. In a way, I’m disappointed to be going home. If we’d had another couple of weeks I could have got the film made before we went down, but it’ll keep. Right now I’m looking forward to getting together with my mates again and just hanging out, like we did last year, and having sex, of course; there’s going to be plenty of that.

It’s ten to four when I meet them coming out of school. They’ve all started secondary school now, Langdon High School. It’s a decent school and they seem to have settled in okay. It’s very big though; over twelve hundred kids; that’s scary! Jason and Carl appear first, followed by Richard. A few moments later Alan appears. They begin heading for home.

“Where’s Sean?” I ask.

“He doesn’t go to this school any more,” Alan says, sounding uncomfortable. “They’ve moved away.”

Moved away? That doesn’t make sense! Sean’s lived here all his life. I saw him only a few weeks ago when I was home for half term; he never mentioned it then. So what’s happened?

“Where’s he gone?” I say.

“Dunno,” Richard says. “They just went.”

I’m devastated. Up till I went to Hartswood, Sean was my best mate; we did everything together. Now he’s suddenly not here any more. There’s something else too, a sort of atmosphere. Something's happened that they don’t want to talk about; I can sense it. We carry on walking, just chatting about nothing in particular. Everyone’s very quiet, nothing like we usually are. We reach Richard’s road. I’m wondering if he’s going to invite me to go home with him. He doesn’t, just says goodbye and trots off on his own. Alan turns off next, leaving me with Carl and Jason.

“D’you want to come round to mine?” Jason asks.

“Yeah, sure,” I say.

We reach the house.

“See you later,” Carl says.

He carries on the couple of hundred yards to where he lives. Jason and I go inside; we’ve got the place to ourselves.

I guess you want to know what happened to Sean,” he says quietly, not really looking at me.

“Yeah,” I say. “I don’t care what it is; I just want to know.”

It was Friday night, the week after we went back to school,” he says. Sean’s mum had taken the other kids to this Irish dancing thing, but Sean didn’t want to go, so he stayed behind with Brendan, you know, his stepdad. Well, I called him to ask him what he was doing. He said nothing much, asked me if I wanted to go round, so I did. Well, we hung out in his room for a bit then we went downstairs to watch something on telly. I could tell Brendan had had a few drinks but I never thought anything of it. Anyway, the programme we were watching finished, and suddenly we were all fooling about, you know, wrestling and that. I didn’t mind; it was good laugh. Then suddenly Brendan grabbed me and pulled my jeans right down to my knees. I thought it was an accident at first, and Sean was laughing, but when I tried to pull them back up Brendan wouldn’t let me. Then he felt me up in my underpants and tried to pull them down too. I freaked, man! I was holding my privates, crying, screaming at him to stop, Sean was screaming at him; it was bad, man! He wouldn’t listen; just kept trying to pull my hands away and get my pants down. He’d got a big hard-on in his trousers; I could see it. I was scared shitless; I knew he wanted to do something bad. Then Sean bit his finger. Man! There was blood everywhere! He had to let me go then. I just pulled my jeans up and ran out of the house. I went straight home. Mum and dad knew something had happened; there was blood on my clothes for one thing. So I told them; I had to. Mum called the police. A few minutes later there were cop cars fucking everywhere! One came to our house; a couple went to Sean’s house; they dragged Brendan out in handcuffs, well, that’s what I heard the next day.”

Fuck!” I say, hardly able to believe it all.

But I do believe it because of what Sean told me. I didn’t think Brendan would be stupid enough to try anything; I guess it was because he’d been drinking. It’s like what Selwyn told me about his dad; people do some terrible things when they’re drunk.

“So what happened next?” I ask.

Well, the coppers wanted to talk to me, tell them exactly what happened,” he says. “At first Brendan denied it all, but Sean told them as well, so he had to admit it; said he didn’t know what he was doing ‘cause he was drunk. Then they asked Sean if Brendan had ever touched him like that. Sean said he hadn’t, but his mum was there by then, and you know what she’s like; always blaming him for everything. Well the coppers said they wanted to have Sean medically examined.”

I can feel the colour draining out of my face. I know what’s coming next; he doesn’t have to tell me.”

His mum said okay,” he says, “so Sean had to go to the police doctor.” He takes a deep breath. Brendan had been fucking his arse; seems like it had been going on for ages.” He turns away. “Sean liked it,” he croaks, like the words are sticking in his throat. “Anyway,” he continues, “the coppers kept asking Sean about who else had done it to him. He said nobody, it was just Brendan, but they still kept asking him, like they knew he’d done it with someone else. Well, his mum went mad; called him all the names under the sun, said she didn’t want him any more. So Sean got taken into care and the rest of the family moved away somewhere; don’t know where.”

I feel numb. The coppers probably knew he’d been with someone else ‘cause Richard had bummed him on the way home from school; something like that anyway. Sean would never have grassed him up; the coppers could have beaten him black and blue, he still wouldn’t have said anything.

“So is Sean in a kids’ home?” I ask, hardly able to get the words out.

“Not sure,” he says. “I heard he was going to these foster parents who look after kids who’ve been, ----, you know.”

Fuck! I can’t even imagine the shit that he’ll be going through.

I couldn’t believe Sean was like that,” Jase continues, “you know, queer. I thought he was just an ordinary kid like us.”

The hair stands up on the back of my neck; I can’t let that go.

He is,” I say emphatically. “Sean’s just Sean, same as always.”

“But liking it up the bum!” he protests. “That’s queer, man!”

“Did he ever try to get you to do anything? I ask sharply.

“No,” he admits.

“And when Brendan was trying to get your pants down, what did he do?”

“He shouted at him to stop,” he says.

“Yeah, and then what did he do?” I continue, pressing home the point.

He bit his finger.”

“Right, to make him let you go, and got himself into a whole pile of shit as a result.”

“Yeah, I guess,” he concedes. “I suppose you think I’m a grass for telling mum and dad.”

No, of course not,” I say. “Sounds like you didn’t have much choice. It’s all Brendan’s fault; you didn’t know he’d been doing stuff with Sean.” I look at him very intently. “But I’ll say one thing. Sean’s part of our gang, one of us; he always has been. And if he turned up here now, he’d still be one of us, right?”

“Yeah, course he would,” he says.

I spend the evening moping about in my room. Hearing about what happened has knocked the stuffing right out of me. I’m worried about Sean, wondering how he’s coping with it all. That’s pretty stupid; Sean’s as tough as old boots, a born survivor. If anyone can get through it, he will. There’s fuck all I can do in any case. I can’t help it though; I’m still worried. I’m annoyed with myself too; I was much harder on Jason than I should have been. It must have been a terrible experience for him, Brendan going after him like that; I never even asked him how he was doing. As soon as he said about Sean being queer, that was it; I was off, like a dog with a bone. I just forgot everything else. I’ll have to put that right when I get the chance.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

My end of term report is the best I’ve ever had. Even dad couldn’t find anything bad to say about it; he just muttered stuff about why it’s taken me so long to get a report like that and I’d better keep it up and that was it. We seem to have reached a sort of, well, not a truce exactly, more of a stand-off. As long as I’m getting good grades and not getting into trouble, he’ll stay off my back.

For our summer holiday this year we’re going to Egypt, you know, the Valley of the Kings, looking at the Pyramids and all of that. Now if I could spend some time with Uncle Andrew so he could explain it all to me, tell me what to look for and a bit of the history, I’d probably enjoy it. But he’s working in the States for the next few months, so I can’t. That means I’ll get dragged round looking at stuff that I know bugger all about, with dad looking superior and not explaining a damn thing, just like he did in Greece two years ago. It’s pathetic; I’ll get bored shitless! Liz has already ducked out; she’s going to be staying with some of her posh friends from this school she goes to.

“Mum,” I ask, “Could I do that?”

“I don’t know dear,” she says sweetly. “You’re only twelve and now that you’re away at boarding school, we don’t really know any of your friends.”

Just in case you didn’t get the hidden message, she’s telling me I won’t be allowed to stay with any of mates from round here, but I knew that anyway.

“But what if you chatted to their parents and that, and made sure everything was okay, what then?” I persist, unwilling to give up the idea without a fight.

“Well, I really can’t say dear,” she says. “We’ll have to see. But you mustn’t go inviting yourself; it’s rude.”

“Yes mum,” I say, gritting my teeth.

It’s still worth a shot though. Rob or Justin might invite me to stay if they know the score. Justin’s dad’s almost a bishop; they can hardly object to me staying with him! Like she says, we’ll have to see.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

I walk up the Robinsons’ drive and ring the bell. I’m here because Luke will think it’s funny if I just don’t turn up. I’ve nothing else to do in any case. I’m still feeling bad about what happened and still annoyed with myself for snapping at Jason the way I did. He’s one of the gang too, and he was the one that got hurt. I’ll have to apologise; I just hope he’s all right with it.

Luke opens the door and invites me in.

“Hi Toby! Great to see you again!” he says, as bright and bubbly as ever. “How are things going?”

“Pretty good,” I say, trying to put a brave face on.

We wander up to his room. He looks at me intently.

“Are you okay?” he asks.

Not really,” I say. “Sean’s been taken into care. There’s been some domestic trouble, you know, private stuff. Nobody knows where he is.”

Oh, that’s bad,” he says. “I remember before you went to prep school you were with him all the time, causing mischief mostly.” He pauses for a second. “You know this trouble he’s been in, it wasn’t anything to do with, er ---, you know, was it?”

“Yeah, sort of,” I say guardedly. “Don’t worry; Sean’s not a grass. He won’t have said anything about coming here.”

Well that’s a relief anyway,” he says. “Sorry, that came out wrong,” he continues, “it sounds like I don’t care. I hope he’s okay. It must be hard on you, not knowing where he is.”

“Yeah, that’s the worst part. Sean’s as hard as nails; he’ll be okay. He never got on with his mum in any case; she used to blame him for everything, even stuff that was nothing to do with him.”

“So what else is bothering you?” he asks. “Something is.”

Yeah, yesterday, when one of the other lads was telling me about it. He said he was surprised that Sean was ‘queer’. I bit his head off and I shouldn’t have.”

“Oh, right,” he says. “So I guess you’re going to have to say sorry.”

Yeah,” I say quietly. “I just hope he’ll be okay about it.”

He puts his arm round me.

“We can just lie here and hang out if you want,” he says gently. “We don’t have to have sex if you’re not feeling like it.”

We lie there for several minutes, not even talking.

“So how are you and Callum getting on?” I ask.

Fantastic!” he replies, smiling warmly. “Callum’s great. He doesn’t play, but he’s really got into the music. He always comes to watch when I’m doing a gig, helps set the gear up, you know. I really appreciate that; it means I can concentrate on playing.

“And I guess you’re still helping each other out at night?”

“Oh, yeah!” he says, almost laughing. “He’s great at that too; I don’t know what I’d do without him. Of course, we’ve both got senior boys that we go with, but somehow I think I like being with him better.”

“That’s cool,” I say. “I’m pleased it’s worked out so well.”

“He tells me he does high jump in the summer,” he continues. “He didn’t exactly say, but I get the impression he’s pretty good.”

“Yeah, very good in fact,” I say, smiling back at him. “He broke the school record before he left.”

“I’ll have to go and support him when he’s competing,” he says. “It’ll be my chance to pay him back for all the times he’s come to watch me.”

Finally, I’ve begun to relax. I snuggle up close, savouring Luke’s warmth and closeness. Within a minute I’ve got a hard-on, not surprising really; I was so down last night I never even had a wank. Luke runs his fingers down my thigh.

“Seems like something’s woken up,” he whispers.

I turn to face him. He’s pretty special. I can’t believe how much he’s changed, or maybe I never really knew him before. Right now I like him a lot. Our lips meet in a gentle, sensuous kiss, our tongues intertwined. There’s nothing forced; we’re doing it because it’s what we both want. I put my hand on the front of his shorts; his cock’s rock hard, throbbing like crazy. We slowly undress each other. He looks better than ever, lean and firm, the muscles on his chest and tummy absolutely perfect. I skin his underpants down his legs. His cock’s grown too, and the short straggly pubes that he had last October have developed into a neat little patch, thick and almost jet black.

I settle my head on his tummy, taking his cock into my mouth, sucking it deeper and deeper till his pubes are tickling my nose. With one hand he strokes my hair; his other hand pushes down inside my briefs, his fingers massaging my bum.

“Oh, Toby!” he moans. “Oh, that’s way out! Oh, yeah!”

I let my lips slide right up to the top. I work my tongue all over the shiny purple head then push right down again. I suck him some more; his breathing starts to get ragged.

“Oooh! Oooh” he gasps. “I’m nearly cumming!”

I quickly pull away.

Man!” he sighs, his head sinking back onto the pillow. “That was close!”

“My turn now!” he announces, quickly perking up again.

He pulls down my briefs. I kneel across his chest, crawling forwards slightly as he props himself up on his elbows. I feed my cock into his mouth and start to fuck, holding his head to keep him in position. He grips me round the thighs, urging me on. I fuck harder. After missing out last night I don’t last very long; after barely a minute I can feel my muscles go tight, my balls pulling up tight in their sac. A moment later my cock jerks violently, three or four volleys of spunk spurting into his mouth. He swallows it eagerly, licking up every drop. I carefully ease away, sitting back on his tummy.

“Oh, that was good, man!” he says, licking his lips, his eyes sparkling. “Are you ready for me to bum you or do you want to wait for a bit?”

“Let’s do it,” I say.

We spread a towel over the bed, a necessary precaution these days, although I’m not sure it will be this time, having only just cum. I get onto all fours. Luke takes his tube of KY from its hiding place and moves round behind me.

“You really like it like this, don’t you?” he comments, working some lube into my hole.

“Yeah, this is the best, man!” I tell him.

He lubes up his dick and moves in close, guiding it onto its target. He pushes forward; I relax, letting him enter. I get about half of it. He really has grown; last October I took the whole thing in one hit. He holds me round the hips, gradually pulling me onto him. He pushes over my prostate. My still-sensitive cock twitches sharply; it makes my eyes water. Another few seconds and I’ve got the whole thing, his pubes brushing my arse.

“Are you okay?” he enquires.

Yeah, do it, man!” I say, “Just don’t touch my dick, not for the moment anyway.”

“Cool!” he says.

He starts to move, gradually building it up till he hits the perfect rhythm. It’s perfect for me too; my dick’s rock hard again and beginning to throb. Man! I really needed this! He ploughs on, his breathing getting harsher with every thrust.

“Oh, fuck!” he announces. “I’m gonna cum!”

He slams it right in; his cock swelling and jerking deep inside me, his spunk flooding over and over into my arse. Wow! That was unreal! I can’t tell you how good it was.

After a short pause he pulls out. He flips me onto my back.

Now I want some more of your spunk!” he says, grinning at me.

He plunges down, his warm, wet mouth enveloping my cock, sucking me like it was going out of fashion. I’m so giddy I’m almost delirious, mouthing all sorts of shit; I hardly know which planet I’m on. I’ve no idea how long I last; it feels like about ten seconds but it could have been longer, or maybe shorter. I’m that far gone I really don’t know. Then my cock rears up in his mouth, a couple more jets of spunk squirting down his throat. I push him away; my dick’s so sensitive I just have to. I lie there, gasping for breath, completely out of it. Man, that was real, hot sex. It’s become so much a part of me, I can’t imagine life without it.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

The other lads are finishing school today; they’re coming home at lunchtime, half past twelve. At quarter to one I set off for Jason’s house, to see if I can catch him on his own. I walk up the drive of their small, neat house and ring the bell. Jason opens the door, still in his school uniform.

“What are you doing here?” he asks.

“I wanted a word,” I say. “Is it all right if I come in?”

He ushers me into the hallway.

“I just wanted to say sorry for snapping at you yesterday,” I say quietly. “I was out of order. You were the one that got attacked and I never even asked you how you are.”

I’m okay,” he says casually. “I mean, he never actually got to do anything. You were right anyway; I shouldn’t be saying bad things about Sean. If it hadn’t been for him, I would have got hurt.”

Thanks, that’s great,” I say, feeling an overwhelming sense of relief; I’m lucky that he took it like that.

We stroll through to the kitchen. To my surprise his mum’s there.

“Hello Toby!” she says brightly. “Nice to see you; Jason told us you were back. How are you getting on? Jason says you’re not as much of a hell-raiser as you used to be.”

Yeah, well I’m growing up, I guess,” I say, giving her and embarrassed grin. “I’m in the school rugby team now; I wouldn’t be allowed to play if I kept getting into trouble.”

“That’s good,” she says, smiling. “Anyway, you’re always welcome here.”

Thanks,” I say. I take a deep breath. “I just want to say how sorry I was to hear about what happened round at Sean’s house. It must have been a terrible shock. “It’s great that Jason’s come through it okay.”

“Well, there have been a few nightmares, haven’t there Jason?” she says, looking suddenly serious.

Jason’s looking embarrassed; he obviously hadn’t wanted to tell me about that.

“But that’s not the worst part,” she continues. “Jason used to be really easy going, got on with everybody. Now he’s very wary around older men, especially some of the teachers he’s got. That’s a shame; I think it’ll take quite some time before he gets over it.”

“Mum, I’m going to get changed,” Jason announces.

“Lunch will be about twenty minutes,” his mum says. “Stay and have a bite to eat with us if you want, Toby; there’s plenty.”

“Yeah, thanks,” I say, smiling at her. I feel more welcome here than I do at home.

Jason jerks his head at me and I follow him to his bedroom. He begins to change out of his school clothes.

“Toby,” he asks. “You know you’re at a boarding school with a lot of other boys. Do the boys, you know, do stuff together?”

“Yeah, some of us do,” I say casually. “It’s not everyone though.”

You said ‘some of us’” he says, eyeing me quizzically. “So does that mean you do it?”

Yeah,” I say, trying to sound cool.

“I just wondered, that’s all,” he says absently. He pauses for a couple of seconds while he pulls his school trousers off. “I hope you don’t mind me asking,” he continues, “but have you, you know, taken it up the bum?”

Now I could quite easily lie; he wouldn’t know any different, but that’s just not my style.

“Yeah,” I say. “I have, as it goes.”

“What’s it like?” he asks. “Doesn’t it hurt?”

Depends who you’re with,” I tell him. “If you’re with someone you really like and they take it slow, it feels great. It did hurt a bit the first couple of times, but I still liked it.”

Oh,” he says, standing there just in his underpants. “Ever since it happened then finding out about Sean, I’ve wondered what is must be like; I can’t stop thinking about it.”

His cock’s making a hard bulge at the front of his briefs.

I can’t show you that,” I say grinning at him, “at least not now, but I can show you what something else feels like.”

I kneel in front of him, pulling his underpants down to his knees. He makes no attempt to stop me. His cock’s just over three inches long, slim and uncut, a little nozzle of foreskin sticking out past the tip. I lick my lips and take it into my mouth, sucking it right down to the base, my fingers caressing his marble-sized balls. He rests his hands on my head, moaning quietly, his breathing ragged and uneven. Almost without warning his muscles go tight. He grabs my head, pushing me right down on him.

“Ooh! Ooh! Ooooohh!!” he gasps, his cock jerking three or four times against the roof of my mouth.

I carefully let him go. He sinks back onto the bed.

“Fuck, man!” he breathes, his eyes sparkling. “That was far out! Wow! I never knew it felt like that!”

“You’re not going to say anything to the other lads, are you?” I ask.

“Nah,” he assures me. “This is just between you and me, right?”

“Sure,” I say, grinning.

He pulls up his briefs then slips on a tee-shirt and a pair of jeans.

“Toby,” he asks. “You never did anything with Sean, did you?”

“No,” I tell him, quickly deciding that this is one lie I have to tell. “I’d no more idea about him than you did.”

Boys! Lunch is ready!” his mum calls up the stairs.

We’re two hungry twelve year olds. Sex is quickly forgotten as we head down to the kitchen.