Part 2

He lifted himself onto his elbows exclaiming, "Shit! When he looked down and noticed the stain on his trousers.

Kazar grinned saying, "You've had a hands free," looking at the wet patch that was on Jonathon's clothing.

The man looked around the park it was still quite empty and would stay that way till the shops shut and the Saturday cricket matches were over.

"I'm going over to the public loo to clean up."

"Good idea I'll keep you company, or if you want I'll clean you up."

"Kazar what's with you?"

"Nothin, why d'you ask?"

Jonathon started for the toilets with Kazar in tow, "Why do I ask, shit you walk out of the house earlier as if I'd insulted you then the next thing I know you're trying to get you hands around my dick by offering to clean up my," turning to the boy, "What did you call it?"

"Hands free."

"Yeah my hands free, sounds better than a wet dream. So what made you catch up with me again?"

"Just wanted to say sorry for acting like a prat."

"How did you know where to find me?"

"Your mum, seems like she knows where you hang out when you want to be alone,"

"That's the trouble with mums they know too much,"

"Who is David?"


"David who the hell is he? You were mumbling his name when I woke you and seems like he was the cause why we're heading for the toilets."

"Umm, he was a boy I knew when I was twelve, we were friends for about a couple of years until he moved out of the neighbourhood."

They arrived at the toilets and entered to find the place deserted.

"Kazar I'm going into one of the cubicles to clean up you stay out here."


"Because I said so isn't that good enough."

"What's up with you Jonathon, you should know I fancy you let me come in I won't do anything."

"Christ Kazar you must be crazy, say if someone walks in and hears us in the cubicle together. There is no way that they're going to believe that a man had a fourteen-year-old boy in a public toilet and nothing was going on."

"Okay I'll stay out here but don't take all fucking day cleaning up."

Jonathon smiled as he went to the cubicle leaving the boy who'd placed his bum on the rim of the sink folded his arms and pouted. Five minutes later he was out of the cubicle the stain on his trouser covered by his shirt hanging out over it. The boy stood seeing Jonathon exiting the cubicle.

"Where are we going now?"

"I'm going back home to clean up properly and change my clothes, what are you going to do?"

"You want company?"

"You bet."

They made their way back to Jonathon's house. Whet they arrived he checked to find that his mother was still out turning to Kazar he said,

"Stay in the sitting room I won't be too long."

"This isn't a public loo Jonathon I can give you a hand if you want?"

Jonathon walked over to the boy till their bodies were nearly touching. He lifted his hand and ran it through the boy's hair stroking his head at the same time saying,

"Kazar if I was fourteen the same age as you, you wouldn't have to ask me if I needed help, you'd be trying desperately hard to fight me off. I would've most probably stripped you naked by now and had you in my bedroom with me naked alongside you. But I'm not fourteen or fifteen for that matter I'm twenty two that means if we get caught I go to prison do you understand."

"I understand I wasn't born yesterday I know what the age of consent is, but unless we get really careless who's to know."

"Kazar please don't push it, will you, just leave it for the moment I have to think, no, I don't have to think its no, not till your sixteen, now stay down here I won't be long."

As he turned to leave the boy held his hand stopping him.

"You know I've got something going on inside of me for you don't you?"

Jonathon lowered his face and kissed the boy on the forehead, "Yes I do," and left to get cleaned up.

The boy watched as the man climbed the stairs he wished that he could be accompanying him, "Bollocks what can he do he can't kill me," so he followed the man up the stairs. Hearing the footsteps behind him the Jonathon stopped and looked over his shoulder to see the boy at the foot of the stairs intent on following him. He raised an eyebrow saying, "Where the hell do you think your going."

"Just looking around."

"Well look around downstairs."

"I've seen the downstairs I want to see what's upstairs."

He smiled, you don't give up easy."


"Okay, follow me to my room it's at the end of the corridor."

"Can't I come into the bathroom with you?"

"No," Jonathon went into his room picked up a change of clothing waited till the boy joined him in there then left saying, "Wait here I won't be long."

As soon as Jonathon had exited the room the boy started looking around. As bedrooms go it was pretty tidy no clothes lying around, or unmade bed, the dressing table had some Boss aftershave a box of tissues and other toiletries on it. Kazar went to the bed and buried his face in the pillows and taking a deep breath inhaled the aromas stemming from the pillows. He could smell the man, and his loins became aroused at the thought of being in the bed of the person who he wanted to lie naked with.

Jonathon returned to the room showered and changed to see the boy lying on his bed his face buried in his pillows. Going over to the bed he sat next to the boy stroking the back of his head. Kazar turned onto his side clasping the hand that had been stroking his head and brought the palm to cover his face. He inhaled deeply then kissed the palm of the hand before taking it away to look at the man sitting beside him.

"You smell brilliant."

"You don't smell too bad yourself actually I think you smell better than me and I've just had a shower."

"You never said anything about your feelings when I said I've got all these sort of feelings going on inside of me."

"Do I have to say it can't you feel it when I touch you."

"Yeah but I want to hear it as well."

Jonathon looked down at the boy lying on his bed, he wanted so much to be able to take him into his arms and make love to him instead he kissed the tip of his index finger and placing it on Kazar's lips said, "I love you."

The boy sat up, "I knew it, I knew it the moment I saw you, now can you give me a proper kiss."

"No Kazar please don't ask that of me, first it'll be a kiss then a feel and before you know it we'll be naked on the bed together. I wouldn't mind, actually I'd be all for it if you were sixteen but your not, so there's not going to be anything done that can lead to sexual involvement."

"Shit sixteen I have to wait a year and eleven months that will take forever."

Pulling the boy to his feet Jonathon said, "Come on lets go downstairs twenty three months will go so fast you'll wonder where the time went."

"Balls just one term at school seems to take forever and that's only three months, just think nearly eight terms I'll have to wait, God! That's sheer bloody cruelty."

"Stop moaning and come on down my mother will be back soon and it won't look too good if she were to find us together in my bedroom."

Reluctantly the boy followed the man into the sitting room they hard barely sat down when they heard the rattle of a key in the front door and Jonathon's mother entering the house.

With the greetings over Jonathon's mother asked Kazar if he was going to stay for dinner. He declined the offer saying, "He had to get home, that his mother had cooked and it would go to waste if he didn't eat."

Making his goodbye's to Jonathon's mother Kazar left the house with Jonathon following.

Outside in the street the boy turned to Jonathon, "You don't have to see me home I can make it on my own."

He stopped looked at the boy, "Okay see you sometime later," and left to return to the house.

He'd taken a couple of steps when he was restrained by the boy's hand, "What d'you mean you'll see me sometime later."

"Exactly what I said, I'm not sure what you intend doing tomorrow or the next day or any day after that, so I'll see you sometime when your ready to come and see me."

"Will you walk with me?"

"What made you change your mind?"

"Because I was scared you were angry that I said I could get home by myself."

"I was sort of angry, you were doing the same thing as you did earlier in the day when you left the house, now in the street you were giving me the brush off. So you find your own way home and don't in future try and manipulate me and if you don't know what that means look it up in the dictionary and I'll see you whenever you want."

He turned his back on the boy leaving him standing in the street and returned home.

Kazar walked home dejected, he'd thought by telling Jonathon that he could find his own way home he'd have Jonathon insisting on accompanying him home and then agreeing to it only because the man wanted to take him home. But it hadn't worked Jonathon had sussed out his intentions, and now he made his lonely way home realising that he wasn't as smart as he though and that again he'd have to apologize to Jonathon for his behaviour.



Jonathon sat reading, it was twelve-thirty pm and his mother had just retired to her bedroom he was on the point of going to make a late night coffee when the phone rang.

Picking it up he answered, "The Blake residence."

He heard the sound of young voice greeting him and answered.

"Hi to you too."

"It's okay Kazar apology accepted and I'm not angry with you. So what are you doing up so late."

"I'm flattered that you're thinking of me."

"Umm no I wasn't, I was going to make a cup of coffee, but I was thinking of you earlier."

"About how you look, your lips that look like you've put a pale pink lipstick on them, your nose, and those blue eyes of yours that seemed to look like two little blue pools that one could dive into and immerse oneself in forever, and what we would do if when you were old enough and could live together only of course when you finished your schooling."

"I earn enough money for two people to live on and you wouldn't have to go looking for a job straight away you could even go on to university if you wished."

"Yeah, I love you too it's a bit late now you had better get to bed."

"Okay see you later, bye."


His mother yelling at him that the phone was for him dragged Jonathon into the world of the living, stretching his hand he picked up the extension and hearing the click as his mother replaced the handset downstairs.

"Yeah who is it."

"Bloody Hell! Kazar it's just gone nine and I went to bed after two."

"No, no, don't ring off just give me time to wake up," he put the phone down and got out of bed, drew the curtains to let some light into the room and at once regretted doing so as he had to squint his eyes to screen out the light.

Picking up the phone again he enquired, "So what did you want?"

"Yeah okay, but how soon do you want come over."

"Well give me an hour to get ready and have a breakfast then pop over."

"Okay see you."

He hung up and made his way to the loo to get ready, half an hour later he was in the kitchen filling his face with cereal when the front doorbell rang. His mother attended to it and he shortly heard the familiar voice say, "Hi Aunty,"

"Come in Kaz, Jonathon's in the kitchen just finishing off his breakfast, go and join him."

Footsteps and then the boy entered Jonathon's sight, Seeing the boy brought a feeling of pleasure to his being, he wished that he could greet him in a more affectionate manner than their normal Hi, that he uttered as Kazar walked into the room.

"Hi, you still filling your face I thought you be finished by now."

"What's the rush, have you got something planned."

"Yeah but I'll tell you after you've finished your breakfast."

Jonathon finished his cereal drained his coffee put the dirty dishes in the sink then with Kazar in tow made his way to the sitting room.

"So what's the big event you've got planned," Jonathon asked taking a seat.

"Nothing big, but my family is going over to see my grandparents I told them that I had planned to go out with you as I didn't know that we were going to visit this weekend. My dad created but my mum calmed him down, and so here I am for the day, if you wish we can go back to my place."

"No way, you want to spend the day with me then it's a place of my choosing."



Getting to his feet Jonathon called out to this mother that they were on their way out and wouldn't be back till evening, with Kazar's, "Goodbye aunty," ringing in his ears the two of them strode out of the house to his car and in ten minutes saw them on the North Circular heading for the M4. One hour later saw Jonathon parking the car and the two of them walking towards the river bank to hire a boat for the day. Taking charge of the small motorised boat they slipped away from the shore with Jonathon on the tiller, when they were in mid-stream he called Kazar over to him which the boy managed with much wobbling and losing of balance. With a quick instruction course on how to steer the boat he handed the tiller over to the boy who was thrilled to bits to be in charge of where they were going.

As they meandered upstream he looked over at the man who sat with his back towards him looking ahead at the direction the boat was going. He didn't want this day to end, he didn't want to go back to his parent's home he wanted to stay with this tall slim young man who seemed like he wouldn't say boo to a fly who had stolen his heart and was welcome to it if he could have the man's in return. He wanted to leave the tiller and go over to the man so he did the next best thing and steered the boat over to the river bank and brought it to rest.

The man turned and looked at the boy, "What now."

"Now I get to sit next to you without having to steer a bloody boat."

Jonathon smiled he jumped out onto the river bank secured the boat then looked at the boy and jerked his head for him to join him on the river bank.

Kazar didn't need a second invitation and within seconds was sitting beside the man that did funny things to his stomach whenever he saw him. Once beside the man he just didn't give a shit anymore and jumped on top of Jonathon lunging forward with his face till his lips met those that he wanted to make contact with from the first day he had seen him. Jonathon though startled could no longer resist when the boy's lips pressed against his and the boy's tongue snaked out to enter his mouth. When Kazar's tongue began to stroke and caress his he was lost, and let the pleasure of their kiss take him away on a cloud and forget about the fact that the boy was a minor and they were performing an illegal act. He felt the boy's hand begin to fondle his loins and didn't object his own hand slid down to cup the boy's loins and he gently massaged the throbbing erection. Suddenly Jonathon broke away from the embrace.

"Not here Kazar we can be easily seen from the river lets go into the woods a bit," and the two of them rose to walk further away from the river bank and prying eyes. They'd walked for about fifty yards when Kazar stopped pulling the man to the ground he said, "Far enough," he began his assault on the man's lips and loins.

Again when he felt the boy's lips on his and now the fondling of his loins he did nothing to stop him, all his resolves of trying to keep their relationship on a purely platonic level dissolved in the pleasure he felt with the boy in his arms.

The boy stopped his fondling of Jonathon's loins and started to lower the man's trouser and briefs to expose the man's rampant member he stared at it before taking it in hand and stroking it bringing moans of pleasure from Jonathon. Now Kazar attended to his own needs and lowered his own clothing to expose his engorged cock. Leaning over he lay on top of Jonathon and ground their cocks together Jonathon reciprocating with movements of his own hips. They thrashed around wildly both eagerly waiting for their loins to erupt and bring the pleasure that they both so desired. Suddenly Kazar stiffened briefly hung his head sucked in his breath then yelled out, "Ohhhh fuck I'm cumming ohhhhhhhh shiiiiiiiiiiiiiit oh fuuuuuuuuuuucking Hell here it comes," and globs of spunk flew from his cock as his hips bucked uncontrollably as his orgasm took hold. Jonathon feeling the boy starting to explode and hearing the yells of pleasure felt his own loins reach that point when everything stops for that one brief moment just before attaining orgasm. He suddenly crushed the boy to his body then his hips took over and he assaulted the boy with thrusts from his loins as his semen exploded from his cock spraying over them at the same time joining the boy in groans of exquisite pleasure.

Thirty seconds later they lay lifeless recovering from their actions content to feel each others naked flesh and relish their first act of love. The boy was the first to move he reached down to access his tracksuit and pulled a wad of tissues from the pocket. Cleaning himself first he then handed the remainder of the tissues to Jonathon who gratefully accepted them. With their bodies reasonably cleaned and now clothed Jonathon lay on his back with the boy's head on his shoulder lying alongside him.

"I wish I was sixteen," the boy mumbled.

"I can guess why."

"You can."

"Yeah it's obvious, we wouldn't have to hide are feelings for each other."

"Nah, not only that."

"What else?"

The boy raised himself then turned to look down into the man's eyes, "I could live with you I wouldn't have to go home of an evening your bed would be mine, and I get to be with you all the time."

The man looked up at the boy and smiled then with a more serious look on his face said, "Although you would have the right Kazar, to leave home I think sixteen would be a bit young and I'm sure your parents would be upset at your leaving at so young an age I think eighteen would be better."

The boy at once looked upset and his voice relayed his feelings as he burst out, "Shit! Jonathon, now it's eighteen, what bloody next."

"Next we get ready to get something to eat then make our way home, we can discuss this later."

The boy was about to argue when he realised that Jonathon was not prepared to listen to his objections at this moment and in all honestly he knew that Jonathon was right about leaving home at sixteen. He rose to his feet and the two of them made their way back to where they had moored the boat.

They were soon chugging back to there starting point handing the boat back to the proprietor then making their way towards the high street. There were quite a number of small restaurant that catered for the tourists so it wasn't long before they entered one to fill their stomachs.

An hour later with their appetites satisfied they made their way to the car, inside before Jonathon could start the car Kazar held his arm.

The man turned, "What's up."

"Can we do the same next weekend?"

"No Kazar it would look too suspicious, give it a couple of weeks then we could come out here again."

"Shit it's a real pain why do we have to worry about what other people think."

"Because that's the law, and for your information I've already broken it and if anybody found out I'd be banged up so fast my feet wouldn't touch the ground."

"What d'you mean banged up?"

"Prison, put behind bars, banged up, you know what you see it in the movies they slam the cell door shut."

"Oh Yeah, but no ones going to find out are they? The boy's voice showed his anxiety as he looked for confirmation from the man that no one would uncover their guilty secret."

Jonathon ruffled the boy's hair to put him at ease, "No, no one's going to find out and if they did you wouldn't be involved I promise you that. Now let's get you home."

The boy was much quieter on the trip back home, Jonathon put it down to what most boys object to and that is going home after a day out. But Kazar was more concerned about what Jonathon had said earlier about if they were found out. His mind was working overtime as he thought of the consequences if they ever were discovered. He would never let Jonathon take the blame it was he who had started everything Jonathon had wanted to wait but he had not allowed it and he would tell everybody that it was him. For a fourteen-year-old boy it seemed so straight forward he had started the sexual proceedings so he was to blame and Jonathon was completely innocent and that was that. He sat back in his seat with his mind more at ease he had sorted out the problems, and if they were found out Jonathon would be let off and he would take the blame.

He looked over at the man who had his eyes fixed to the road and concentrating on the traffic that surrounded them. He wanted to move closer to the man but restrained the urge knowing that it might distract him from his driving.

An hour later and they were in familiar territory and he began to recognise their surroundings and as they passed Jonathon's house he turned and said, "You'd better give me instructions on how to get to your place."

He gave the instructions and within minutes they were parked outside his house.

"I'll wait here while you make sure that your family is back from their visit."

"No need to Jonathon, that's our car parked up the road."

Oh okay then I'd better let you out and I'll see you whenever."

The boy leaned over and kissed the man on the lips, "Bye Jonathon I'll see you after work tomorrow," and he left the car to make his way into the house.

Jonathon drove off not realising that the innocent kiss that the boy had given him on their parting had been observed by a pair of eyes belonging to Kazar's younger brother and would be the beginning of the enquiries that would lead to his incarceration in one of Her Majesty's Prison.

To Be Continued.

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