Date: Thu, 22 Jul 2010 21:30:40 +0000 (GMT) From: John Venn Subject: More Miles of Smiles Disclaimer: This story contains scenes of a sexual nature between a man and boy. If this is not to your taste, or is illegal where you live, or you find it morally offensive, then read no further and leave now!! The story is purely imaginary and bears no resemblance to any living person or persons as far as I know, much as you or I might wish! Other stories of mine may be found under 'Prolific Authors' at Nifty. Comments are always welcome at johnvenn1945@yahoo.co.uk ******************************************************* More Miles of Smiles by Alexander From the end of 'Miles of Smiles':- Well, I suppose that was almost the final bridge that Miles and I had to cross. Once we'd accepted the fact that we'd been 'outed', at least partially anyway, we became even closer if that were possible. Being seen out and about in town together was no longer a problem and both our social lives improved as a consequence. Life was good, and getting better. The only thing left to do now was to tell Sheila and John that Miles intended to move in permanently this summer, after all he would be 16 by then and no one could complain. As to how we would inform them, I had no worries on that score: Miles would no doubt get his own way somehow or other, if only by flashing his winning smile. More Miles of Smiles... Chapter 1 Miles and I continued meeting whenever we could: almost every day in fact, even if only for a few minutes. Very often it was when he was on the way to or from town, or on the way to see his mate Mike. Friday and Saturday nights he usually stayed over with me and we would spend a glorious week-end together. In some ways we acted like two brothers, especially when shopping or eating out; most waiters and sales assistants assumed that we were anyway and we never saw a reason to disillusion them. After some argument, I persuaded Miles that he shouldn't just drop his friends every week-end and that he should make the effort to see them some time or other. Very often this would simply mean that Miles would meet Mike at my place before they went off elsewhere, or they would drop in for a meal on Saturday lunch-time. Mike was a little nervous in our company to start off with, not unnaturally. Although he knew of the relationship we shared, it took him a while to appreciate just how much we meant to each other and that it just wasn't the sex that united us. Once he'd got used to it however, he soon became a regular and welcome visitor. He even got used to seeing Miles sat on the floor between my legs, or more rarely actually sat on my knees. We never kissed or cuddled in front of him though – that might have proved just a bit too much! The amusing thing was that Miles always sprung a boner when we sat together, and if he was wearing anything but the loosest of trousers, it showed. I know that Mike and Miles had shared some experiences, and as far as I know still did stuff together once in a while. At least I guess they did because Mike took few pains to hide his own problem at times like this and might have even enjoyed the sight for all I knew. I mentioned this to Miles one evening as we were lay on the sofa watching TV which produced a little giggle from him and a quick glance down at my hand which was cradling his dick and balls. "Can't blame him for feeling jealous, can I?" he laughed. "Jealous?" I replied curiously. "Well, sort of. His girlfriend ain't giving him much these days and his dick isn't getting a lot of exercise." "Oh," was all I could think of to say. Then, as an afterthought, added, "You're not helping him out any then?" Without a sign of embarrassment, Miles said that he only messed about with Mike once in a blue moon when they were both in the mood and Mike was particularly horny. "You don't mind?" he added. "No, of course not. What are friends for?" This caused him to giggle again. "Strange really," he mused. "Whenever we do it, it's not like we even enjoy it that much any more – not like we used to anyway. It's just something we do 'cause we got the urge!" There was nothing I could say to this and so I did the only thing possible: leaned over and kissed him lightly on the lips. In return, Miles wrapped his arms round my neck and gave me a deep, tender kiss in return. "Let's get undressed," he whispered in my ear. Casually, almost leisurely, we stripped off, dropping our few clothes where we stood. "That's better," Miles sighed as he cuddled up to me, our noses touching and erections having a little battle of their own down below. The TV was forgotten for a while as we embraced and petted each other pleasantly and lazily. Times like these were the absolute best as far as we were concerned: we could demonstrate and share our love for one another easily and tenderly with no sort of rush or uncontrolled passion, just a slow pleasure-taking of each other. "Time is it?" Miles asked after a few minutes. " 'Bout eight o'clock," I said quietly. "Mmmmm," he replied, snuggling down once again. "Too early!" I grinned, knowing exactly what was on his mind. "If we go to bed now, we'll be awake all night!" "So?" I must admit, the feeling of Miles' naked body against mine and his solidly erect dick felt good, and suddenly his suggestion didn't seem such a bad idea after all. "Whose bed, your or mine?" I asked, wriggling out from under him. "Mine. There's less room." That was certainly true: fitting us both into the single bed in 'his' room was no mean feat as we'd discovered several times in the past. It was fun trying though. We continued very much from where we'd left off, not even bothering to cover ourselves with the duvet. Nine times out of ten, I let Miles take the lead in whatever took place in bed, mainly because he tended to be a bit unpredictable in his moods. Sometimes we would be perfectly satisfied with lots of petting, stroking and kissing before we drifted off to sleep in each other's arms: at other times we would either jack each other off or enjoy a pleasant '69'. Whatever we did, it was good as we also tended to chat quite a bit at the same time, often about things that for some reason we didn't, or couldn't, talk about outside the bedroom. "Wonder when I can move in?" Miles said as he took a break from our kissing. It struck me as sounding a bit odd and it took me a minute or so to work out why. Usually Miles put this sort of thing across as a statement rather than a question. I would've expected him just to tell me when he planned to move rather than ask if he could. I was impressed: it was another sign of his growing maturity. "I don't know," I replied honestly. "It's not the sort of thing you can just decide like that. It wants careful thinking about." I felt Miles tense up and he balled his hands up into fists. He stared at me angrily and was just about to say something when, with an immense effort, he made himself calm down. I'd seen him lose his temper once before with me and I hadn't enjoyed it in the slightest. In a desperate effort to make the peace, I added, "Sorry. That came out all wrong. You know there's nothing I would like more than for you to live here, but you aren't 16 yet – you've got another month to go, and in any case we have to convince your parents." "They don't care!" he said angrily. I just looked at him and put an arm on his shoulder. "OK," he went on, "They do care. But I'm still gonna move in. It's the summer holidays soon and I want to be here before the next term starts." "OK, so we've got to start work on them now so it doesn't come as a surprise to them." I watched as the tension left him and he relaxed once more. "Yeah. Well," he smiled. "That's gonna be easy then! But it can't come soon enough." Having got over the little spat, Miles wriggled up as close to me as he could and rested his head on my shoulder. "I wanna live here for ever and ever and ..." From an angry young man, Miles had instantly transformed in to a playful adolescent which he demonstrated by grabbing my balls and kissing me. "Where's the KY?" he whispered urgently in my ear. "What?" I replied, not quite believing what he'd said. "KY. Where?" he giggled. "It's not a difficult question." "Bedroom cabinet. My side," I answered, amazed at the sudden turn of events. "Don't move," he laughed as he slipped off the bed and ran into my bedroom. Seconds later he was back, waving the little tube triumphantly in the air. Leaping onto the bed from about three feet away, he thrust it into my hand and said excitedly, "Come on. Let's do it." He left me in no doubt as to what he meant as he turned onto his back and lifted his legs up high in the air, holding them up with his hands and a Cheshire-cat grin on his face. I could have, and probably should have, said a million things to him just then, but I quickly realised that whatever I said would ruin things, so I did as I was told and prepared us both. We'd only done this once before – or twice rather, once to each other. They had been fantastic experiences at the time, but not something we wanted to do often. But Miles was in the mood, and ... Entering him wasn't easy, but Miles was determined and Miles in a determined mood was undeniable. There was only a moments flash of pain as I broke through the barrier, which disappeared instantly to be replace by a wicked, self-satisfied grin. "Go on, all the way," he muttered, eyes closed. "Oh, wow! Oh fuck! Oh shit!" he moaned ecstatically as I eased myself down. "That's ... that's ... good!" he sighed as I bottomed out. I fucked him slowly and carefully, using the entire length of my cock, my mind blank except for the all-consuming delight radiating from my groin. The only other thing I was aware of were the whispered expletives from Miles timed perfectly with my own moans and groans. After only half a dozen strokes, I opened my eyes as Miles' body first froze, then arched upwards as jets of cum short from his dick, splattering his chest with glistening globules. "Don't stop," he urged. "Cum inside me, quick!" His words acted like a trigger and as if on command, I deposited my own contribution inside him, just as deep as I could reach. Slowly and carefully I withdrew, collapsing half on top of my lover, my energy all spent. In something of a daze, Miles looked up and managed to give me a half-smile. "I could get used to that," he mumbled. Those were the last words we exchanged before he closed his eyes and dozed. For a while I stared at his wonderful body, thanking the powers that be for giving me such a beautiful gift. Lovingly, I stroked his face and hair before dropping off into a fitful sleep myself. The next thing I knew was opening my eyes to see a still naked Miles sat cross-legged at the bottom of the bed, chewing on a sandwich and staring at me. " 'Bout time," he sniggered. "I've been awake ages. Cup of tea for you." He nodded in the direction of the bedside table. "You ain't half ugly when you're asleep. You drool everywhere." There was no way I could do anything to him after that comment as I had a hot drink in my hand. Instead I satisfied myself by saying, " I must've been dreaming about you then." "I expect so," he answered. "Who else would you dream of?" He was in a good mood I was pleased to see. Far too good a mood for this time of night anyway, a glance at the clock telling me that it was around midnight. "I've had a shower and gonna watch a bit of TV. See you in a bit?" he said, finishing off his sandwich. I collapsed back on the bed, my first thought being that living with a teenager wasn't going to be easy. Great fun, but hard on the body. Chapter 2. It was Miles 16th birthday a month later, he was having a party at home, to which all his friends and a lot of his relatives had been invited. I'd attended his 15th , but the last thing I expected would be an invite to his 16th. And I was right. Miles, wisely, had decided not to force the issue, satisfying himself with the knowledge that we would have a little party of our own later. The nice thing was that Miles' mother had paid me a visit a week or so before the party and explained that she didn't think I would want to attend the gathering as it was mid-week and I was working the following day. We both knew it was only an excuse, but it satisfied us as it would avoid any embarrassing situations developing. In fact, Sheila was quite an amazing woman. Not only had she come to terms with whatever relationship Miles and I had, she even managed to make sure he had a full set of clean clothes in my flat – hence her regular visits. It wasn't unnoticed by her also that both beds were apparently being used and that I'd installed a new desk for Miles. I suppose that in some ways we'd come to an 'armed truce' in that she would ignore the possible 'inappropriateness' of our friendship provided that she could visit regularly. As long as things appeared normal, then she could live with it. The only cloud on the horizon was Miles' stated intent to move in with me over the summer holidays. Personally, I was fairly happy with the ways things were in most respects. Miles and I had a loving and caring relationship and saw each other nearly as much as we wanted. I was worried that any obvious attempt on Mile's part to leave home and move in with me would upset things so badly that we would be stopped from seeing each other completely. Thus it was that I'd not mentioned the possibility to his mother in any way, shape or form. I'd left that for Miles to sort out in his own way. I knew him well enough by now to know that he almost always got his own way in things that were important to him, and that he managed it without causing any real upsets. An enviable, but dangerous, talent. Anyway, the upshot of all this was that Miles and I would have a little party of our own the Friday after his 'official' birthday. I expected him to take up the offer of a good meal out, a theatre visit or something, but he surprised me by saying that he would like a nice, quiet evening in 'with just a couple of friends'. When I asked him to explain a bit more, he said that all he wanted to do was have his best friends round for a 'pizza or something', a few tins of lager and a good video or two. 'Like we would if it was just you and me', he added significantly. So he hadn't given up the idea of moving in I realised, and this was undoubtedly part of his scheme. 'Whatever' I shrugged and resigned myself to whatever he had planned. As it turned out, the friends he invited were Mike of course, Mike's current girlfriend whoever she was, and a boy called Rajiv who he'd met at college. I'd heard a lot about Rajiv, or 'Raj' as he was called apparently. He was Indian, on the same course as Miles and 'good fun' to be with. Other than the fact that he was the same age as Miles, I knew nothing else about him. In fact, the party was amazingly civilised as it turned out. I'd half expected some sort of teenage frenzy of wild music, dancing and sex. Well, music and dancing anyway. During the day I'd taken care to move anything breakable or valuable out of the way and pushed the furniture to the walls to make room. When the gang arrived, I saw the look of surprise on Miles' face and a mouthed 'why?' I shrugged my shoulders in confusion, dragged the coffee table back to the middle of the room and watched as Miles arranged things as he wanted. "What time you want the pizza?" I asked as tins of lager were popped open. "What pizza?" Miles said. "We've got an Indian take-way coming in half an hour. Raj's dad owns an Indian Restaurant!" I should've known. The conversation was remarkably adult, much to my surprise. I suppose my teaching experience with teenagers had led me to assume that they were mostly loud-mouthed braggarts of one sort or another, but this gathering was different. Even Mike and his girlfriend were on their best behaviour and Mike showed an intelligence that I hadn't credited him with before. Raj sat quietly on the edge of the group, speaking only when he had something to say. As they all chatted together, I took the chance to look at him as closely as I dared. He was just the sort of boy I knew Miles would chose as a friend. Easy-going nature, fairly intelligent and well-mannered. He was also very good looking, with that smooth olive-coloured skin, straight black hair and a ready smile. I relaxed as they talked about odds and ends, joining in when asked but sitting back for the most part, feasting my eyes on a very happy Miles sat cross-legged on the floor. I smiled to myself as I remembered the last time I'd seen Miles sat like that, at the bottom of my bed, stark naked and chewing on a sandwich. Miles must've sensed what I was thinking as our eyes met for an instant and he gave me one of his wicked smiles and a lick of his lips that told me exactly what was on his mind as well as mine. Subconsciously he dropped a hand into his groin, adjusted himself slightly and looked away. The move, I noticed hadn't been missed by Raj who grinned at the pair of us. He couldn't have known what passed between Miles and me of course, but I was certain the grin said more than it should. We were interrupted by the arrival of the food, and with an outburst of activity, plates and utensils were arranged and the seeming hundreds of food dishes spread around the table and floor. "Mmmm. Wait," Miles mumbled through a mouthful of rice. Digging into his bag, he fetched out a DVD and slid it in the player. The film turned out to be a new scifi/horror film, with an '18' restriction. I ignored this as I watched Miles dim the room lights and come to sit down on the floor again. This time, however, he elected to sit between my knees as he often did when we were alone. I was slightly worried by this as he knew just what effect it would have on me, a fact he confirmed by rubbing the back of his head in my crotch. Thank goodness the room was dark enough for no one to see. Probably. Conversation gradually died as the film got started and the food attacked. The room took on a pleasant, relaxed atmosphere as the four kids gorged themselves and stared at the screen, absorbed in the action. Automatically I dropped an arm onto Miles' chest and gently stroked his chest through his shirt. Suddenly, I remembered that we had guests and began to pull my hand away, embarrassed not only on my part, but also for Miles as well. Miles did no more than grab my wrist firmly and hold my hand where it was. I tried a couple more times to pull it away, but Miles was insistent and so I let it be. Nervously I glanced round the room, glad to see that Mike and girlfriend were otherwise engaged(!). Raj, on the other hand was looking at us out of the corner of his eye, and sporting a definite erection. I was in no position to do anything about anything. I took in the room once more: Mike had his tongue down the girl's throat (What the hell is her name?), Raj had a hand resting on his swollen dick, Miles was rubbing his head against my cock and also showing wood through his jeans. I gave up, fervently hoping that Miles knew what he was doing. At long last the film ended and people began to stir. At least, Mike and Miles did. Getting to their feet, neither made no secret of the fact that they had to adjust their boners. Together they cleared away the food debris and piled the plates up in the kitchen. Returning to the living room, Mike went back to his love-seat and Miles sat beside me, leaning heavily on my shoulder. "So," Raj said looking at Miles. "When you moving in? It's nice here." I was stunned into silence, unlike Miles who didn't bat an eyelid. "Dunno yet. Sometime soon, I hope." He turned to look at me for confirmation, his big doe-like eyes looking at me lovingly. "Yeah, sometime soon I hope as well." I mumbled. What else could I say? "Lucky bastard!" Mike smiled. "Wish I could leave home sometimes." Raj did nothing except grin from ear to ear and nod knowingly. Thankfully the conversation switched to less difficult ones then until it was almost midnight. "Come on," Raj said reluctantly. "Dad'll be here soon to take us home." Almost as if on cue, a car horn sounded outside and the gang searched out their coats. "Thanks very much, it's been a great night," Mike said sincerely, shaking my hand. "Yeah," the girl agreed. "Fantastic." She opted to kiss me on the cheek. "You must come to the restaurant, Alec," Raj said. "And bring Miles with you." He took my hand between both of his and shook it gently. "I hope to see you again, soon." he added quietly. * * * "Explain!" I said to Miles as he closed the door behind his guests. He giggled back at me, threw his shirt off and sat on my lap. "Phase 1 completed!" he said before kissing me on the lips. "And thanks for the party." "What 'phase 1' ?" I asked. "Simple. I told Raj that I was thinking of moving in with you sometime. Tonight he asked when it would be, Mike didn't know anything about it until then. Mike can't keep secrets very well and it won't be long before he lets it slip out in front of mum." "So? How's that going to help?" I asked, confused. "I can watch how mum reacts. She'll either pack my bags for me, or lock me in my bedroom for the rest of my life." "You're joking!" I gasped. "Sort of," Miles giggled. "But seriously, it she gets it from Mike first, I can always say it was a joke and he'd misheard me or something if she's seriously pissed off. If she's not, then the job's been done and all I have to do is tell her when." "It won't be as easy as that," I said. "No, it ain't gonna be easy," he agreed. "But it's the best fail-safe plan I could come up with. Once she's got the idea in her head that I might be moving out, the rest will be easier." "I hope so, I really hope so," I said, giving him a hug. "I've always get Plans B and C," he sniggered as he dropped his trousers. "I don't think I want to know," I said as I stared at his beautiful body. "Yes, you do. Plan B is for us to run away together to a desert island and Plan C is for you to get me pregnant." "So, it's gotta be Plan A then?" I laughed weakly. "Yep!" Miles squeaked as he loosened my trousers and took my shirt off. "Do you still love me?" he giggled as he wrapped himself round me. "Dunno. I'll tell you in the morning," I sighed as I leaned in to kiss him. The events of the evening slowly faded into the past as we relaxed together on the sofa. We'd only kissed a few times before tiredness overcame us and we stumbled from the lounge into our bedroom. "Hey!" I said as we made ourselves comfortable. "I almost forgot." "What?" Miles said sleepily. "What's this with Raj? He couldn't stop playing with himself all evening. He had a boner from the minute he walked in the door." "Yeah. That's Raj. He's always doing that," Miles sniggered. "He's OK." "How OK?" I asked lightly. "Good friend of yours?" "Sort of. We've only known each other about a month. Met at college." "Is he gay?" I asked curiously. "Dunno. He thinks he might be, and so do I." "So you haven't done anything then?" "No, not yet. Would you mind if we did?" Miles asked with a serious note in his voice. "No, of course not. I don't mind you and Mike messing about, do I?" "No. Thanks. I've seen him naked a few times and he's got a nice body. And a nice dick!" he said, then added, "And he's got more hair than me." "You've had a good look then?" "Oh, yeah. Can't help it when you get changed for sports together, can you?" "No, I suppose not. But how did you get to talking about whether or not he's gay?" Miles giggled and slid a hand under the bedclothes to find my erect cock. "Like this," he laughed. "We both got boners when we were in the shower and looked at each other. We were just about to do something about them when another gang of boys came in and we had to stop. We both get hard-ons every time we see each other now though." "So, that's all you've done then?" "Yeah. Apart from a quick grope under the desks." Miles could tell that I'd been mildly turned on by his conversation and giggled annoyingly as he squeezed my dick. "Want me to invite him round?" he asked provocatively. "Don't mind," I replied. "Might make a pleasant change." "Piss off!" Miles said and dived under the bedclothes. Chapter 3. The Friday of his birthday party at our flat was also the last day of college until the end of the summer. That meant of course that he was free nearly everyday to do as he wished, which in turn meant that he would've spent most of it with me if I'd allowed. Apart from the fact that I would've got next to no work done if he was around, I thought it important that he spent time with his friends and so reluctantly banned him from the flat for most of the working day. As it turned out, I was summoned to my office on Monday morning as the boss had something to ask me. Apparently he'd been asked by one of our clients if we would do a series of special articles for their in-house magazine. What they wanted were a set of 'A Day In The Life Of ...' pieces, and as they were a major transport company it included people such as truck drivers, office staff, night workers and so on. Not too interesting as far as I was concerned, but it made a change and it would mean a few nights away from home with all expenses paid. Luckily there was no great urgency with the articles as the itinerary had to be planned first in order that the right people would be available at the right times. Most of the staff worked fairly locally and I could work from home: the main distribution hub of their operations however was some distance away and I would need to spend a couple of nights in a hotel to cover the work of overnight warehouse workers and lorry drivers. I was working on the plans for this project when Miles arrived. It was later than I thought as I looked at the clock and my stomach confirmed that it was time we ate. Miles busied himself in the kitchen as I tidied up my desk and by the time I'd finished, he'd prepared some sandwiches and tea for us and turned the TV on. Ignoring it for the most part, Miles and I chatted about our day. Miles had spent sometime at Mikes in the morning (and no, we didn't do anything, he informed me!) and with Raj in the afternoon. "What did you do at Raj's?" I asked curiously but as innocently as I could. Miles looked at me with a slight grin on his face: he'd seen through my non-too subtle probe. "Not much. Played chess mostly. And talked." I wasn't going to be drawn again and so stayed silent, pretending to watch the television. Miles, who was sat on the easy chair in front of me waited for some sort of comment from me, but when he saw none was coming, he kicked my shin playfully and gave me a leer. "Come on, you wanna know what about, don't you." "No, not really," I lied. "Oh, yes you do 'cause it was about you. Well, you and me I suppose." "Oh, yes? Giving away all our little secrets were you?" I said lightly, knowing full well that he wouldn't do that any more than fly to the moon. "No, course not. He just wanted to know where and when we met, how long we been together and that sort of stuff. He isn't interested in what we do. Well, he might be I suppose," Miles said thoughtfully. "But he has the politeness not to ask. We talked a bit about if he's gay or not as well." "Come to any conclusions?" "No, not really. I did learn one thing though: that no one in his family would mind very much if he did a bit of messing around with other boys. Seems that boys doing stuff together is quite normal where he comes from and no one thinks it's any big deal." "So he'd mess about with you even if he didn't think he was gay?" I asked, intrigued. "Yeah, I think so. A bit like Mike in some ways I guess. He does it just because he needs to, but we never got as far as that though." "Why not? I'm surprised you didn't." Miles had the grace to blush slightly and pulled a face at me. "We would've done if his 'rents hadn't been around. Not minding him doing stuff is one thing, but doing it with them in the house might be just a bit too much! In any case, I didn't think you would like it." "I already said I don't mind," I told him. I did of course, but that was only jealousy. I knew at the bottom of my heart that Miles needed friends of his own age around him, and being the sensual boy he was, that would almost certainly involve some sex fun. I also knew that Miles wouldn't ever do anything to hurt me deliberately, or jeopardise our relationship. Miles looked at me seriously as if judging whether I meant what I said or not. Deciding that I was telling the truth, he nodded ever so slightly and mouthed a 'thanks'. "Hey," he said. "Do you think it'd be OK to invite him round this evening?" I raise my eyebrows in surprise and looked at him. "Not for that, silly!" he laughed. "Just so you can sort of meet him properly. His parents won't allow him to have any friends in their house until they've met them and approve. They're funny like that. So I think it's only fair that he meets you officially." "OK, that'd be nice," I agreed. "Want to get some food in or something?" "No, it's not a party or anything, he wouldn't expect that." It was only a matter of minutes before a telephone call was made, and a very happy Raj said he would be round at about eight o'clock. Much to my surprise, Miles was over the moon, demonstrating his happiness by fidgeting in his chair and babbling away almost nonsensically. Eventually he jumped into my lap, threw his arms round my neck and gave me a kiss. This of course led to another one, followed by his unfastening my shirt and the removal of his own. "What about Raj?" I asked as he sat back on my knees. I knew what would come next if we didn't slow down. "Only our shirts," he giggled. "I just wanna get close to you." We held on to each other for a while, supremely comfortable with ourselves and enjoying the peace and tranquillity as we often did. Didn't stop us getting erections though – after all that was the usual consequence. For once we managed to restrain ourselves and satisfied each other with a gentle resting of hands on our dicks: me cradling Miles' cock through his shorts and he fingering mine over my jeans. I looked down at Miles as he curled up in my lap and thought for the millionth time how lucky I was. It also struck me how very much at home he looked – perfectly at ease with our semi-nakedness and excitedly awaiting the arrival of a friend. Just like any boy in any of a thousand houses, except this was to all intents and purposes Miles temporary home and we were awaiting the arrival of his first guest. When the front doorbell chimed, we both jumped at the sudden intrusion into our tranquillity. We'd lost all track of time and were dozing off and on as we waited. Miles almost fell off my knees in his haste to answer the door, quickly recovered himself and let Raj in. Raj smiled at Miles, gave him a quick 'hi!' and came across to shake my hand. "Hello, Mr Wilson," he grinned. "Hello, Raj. And it's Alec, please." "Thank you, Alec," he said with a slight bow. Miles was trying to be the perfect host, showing his friend to a seat and asking if he wanted a drink of anything. Unfortunately he failed miserably, his natural exuberance and excitement putting paid to any intentions he had of being the little adult. "Oh, bollocks!" he grinned, and gave Raj a big hug. "Sit where you like. Wanna coke?" This put Raj at ease and he collapsed into the chair recently vacated by Miles. Miles curled up on the sofa alongside me and started to chat. As they talked, I took the opportunity to look at Raj more closely than I'd been able to the other night and was delighted to have my original thoughts confirmed – he was indeed a good-looking boy. And one with hidden depths I guessed. And a package to be proud of. I divided my attention between their conversation and the TV, letting them talk between themselves for the most part, but joining in when appropriate. I was watching Raj's eyes darting between Miles and me when it suddenly occurred to me that we were shirtless, and Miles was only wearing the briefest of shorts. That must've been a little disconcerting for Raj to say the least. I gave Miles the gentlest of nudges and looked from his body to mine as meaningfully as I could. "Oh, shit!" Miles said cheerfully. "Sorry Raj. This's how Alec and me dress all the time. Why don't you take your shirt off?" There was a slight hesitation from Raj as he looked at me, as if seeking approval. "Go, on, we don't mind. Take it off if you like." To my horror, it sounded like I was asking him to strip completely: there was an edge to my voice which must've left him in no doubt that there was nothing I wanted him to do more. Whether Miles picked this up or not, I haven't a clue; I didn't dare look at him. "Thanks!" he said softly. "It is a little warm in here, isn't it?" Warm? It was scorching I thought to myself, and about to get even hotter as Raj revealed his torso. Not only that, but he was wearing the thinnest of trousers, and, if I'm not mistaken, either no underwear or very loose ones. "Come on," Miles said, suddenly stirred in action. "Let me show you round my flat." Was the 'my' for Raj's benefit, or mine I thought. Whilst they were doing the tour, I took the opportunity to raid the kitchen and bring out a few snacks and more drinks. I also tried to hide my half hard-on at the same time. Whatever went on between them as they wandered around seemed to work as when they came back, Raj was much chattier and far more relaxed than he had been before and even had an arm round Miles shoulder. "When I was little," he started to say, "I lived by the sea in India and we never wore clothes at all unless we had to. I spent all the time with my friends on the beach swimming and things. It was good." "What? Nothing at all?" Miles said, wide-mouthed. "No!" Raj laughed. "But what about the grown-ups? Didn't they wear anything?" "Not unless they wanted to. Some did and some didn't, no one cared." "Wow!" gasped Miles. "I would've had a permanent hard on!" Raj laughed again, and said, "So what? Everyone got them sometime or other. Doesn't matter." "Do you do it at home?" Miles went on. "No. Not much anyway. It's too cold in this country for one thing. We sometimes go from one room to another without anything on, but that's about all." "What about, you know, boys doing stuff together? If I was living there I'd be hard all the time and, well, you know, I'd want to do something about it!" "So? It isn't a big deal, not like it is in this country." "Jesus!" Miles said, truly shocked. I listened, fascinated, as they talked on, Raj trying to explain their philosophy and Miles struggling to understand it. "So," said Miles, "When you and me were in the showers and we both got hard-ons, you weren't embarrassed or anything?" "Well, just a bit. I was embarrassed for you because you got hard as well." "What, like now you mean?" Miles said. A quick glance round the room confirmed that all three of us were in the same state, and surprisingly, none of us were all that bothered. "I'm not embarrassed at all," Raj said, looking at us. "After all, we've been talking about it, and it's bound to happen." Miles swallowed and said, "And you wouldn't be embarrassed to take all your clothes off now?" "Not if we all did, no." Raj said. "Would you be?" "Yeah, just a bit at first I suppose. But then I'd get used to it I suppose." "And you Alec?" Raj asked. "It wouldn't worry me too much. I've seen enough naked men in my life for it not to be a problem. Not sure about the erections though. I've not seen too many of those. I think we're a lot more conservative than you." "But you'd do it, though?" Miles said almost desperately. "If you want," I agreed, trying to sound as reluctant as possible and probably failing. "Come on, then!" Miles said as he stood up and pushed his thumbs inside his shorts. "After three." How the hell have I got myself in this situation I thought to myself as I stood up. I could've stopped it at any time, yet hadn't. The reason of course was perfectly obvious – I wanted to see a naked Raj just as much as Miles did, and unless I'm badly mistaken, Raj wanted to see a naked me as well as Miles. Didn't make it right though. Then again, what's the harm? Just three people getting undressed in front of each other. Happened a million times every day didn't it? "Three!" Miles almost shouted, and three sets of clothes hit the floor simultaneously. I couldn't help but stare open-mouthed at Raj. His build was typically Indian: slightly tall for his age, slender, almost thin body and a flawless mid-brown skin. His black eyes matched his hair, which I noticed hadn't yet extended to his armpits, but was evident in his groin area. It looked a little more luxurious than Miles but somehow softer and finer. Growing from the middle of this bush was a long, thin dick, standing almost vertical. It must've been an inch or so longer than Miles six inches, but its slenderness made it look longer. 'Just the right shape and size for a good fuck,' I thought incongruously. He was one awesome sight. There was a deafening silence as we looked at one another, all traces of smiles gone now as we stared. Miles broke first as with a nervous giggle he sat down, not taking his eyes away from Raj for an instant. "Fuckin' awesome!" he mouthed. "You both look fine," Raj said quietly as he too sat down, tucking a leg under himself. Leaving his dick and balls well exposed. "Very fine!" With an immense effort, we resumed our conversation although I must admit that it was a bit stilted at first. Once we'd relaxed though, it was OK and there were no real reactions when an occasional hand was seen to be gently caressing the erections between our legs. Strangely, once we'd got accustomed to the situation, I don't think one of us had any thoughts of taking things further than they'd already gone – at least not yet although I'm sure Miles would have no hesitation in doing just that the next time they were alone, and I couldn't blame him. Time, like the eve-rolling stream it is, soon passed and it was with some sadness that Raj had to leave, gladly taking up my offer of a lift home. When we got out of our chairs to dress, Raj took me by surprise a little by stepping over to me and giving me a friendly hug, taking care to lean back slightly so as to avoid our groins touching. Our dicks had softened somewhat by now, but the contact our chests made as we embraced brought them back to full hardness instantly and I was pleased the hug lasted no longer than it did. When he hugged Miles, there was no such reluctance on either of their parts and their hips pressed together unashamedly, leaving Miles speechless and blushing brightly. * * * "So," I said to Miles when we were back in the flat. "What do think of Raj now?" "Ain't got no inhibitions, has he?" he laughed. "Not many," I agreed. "But then he's got nothing to be inhibited about!" I sniggered. "He's a good looking lad." "Perv!" he giggled, settling himself on my lap. "Fancy him?" "No more than you do." "Yeah, well. I found him, so he's all mine," Miles said happily. "You can wait your turn." The events of the evening, with its super-charged atmosphere had its effect on both of us, and when we eventually settled in bed, Miles attacked me with a fervour I hadn't seen in a long time, and one which I returned with interest. Our love-making that night was passionate and enthusiastic, capturing something of the excitement of the first times we made love what seemed a life-time ago. As we relaxed in the early hours of the morning with Miles laying comfortably in my arms, he turned to look at me and ran his fingers through my hair. "You'll never leave me?" he whispered plaintively. " I don't know what I'd do ..." Brushing two escaped tears away with my fingers, I hugged him tightly and told him that I loved him deeply and no, I wouldn't ever leave him. And it was true – for the first time I realised that I really and truly loved Miles with a passion that was frightening and I couldn't see us separating ever, despite the problems that it would inevitably bring. Chapter 4 It wasn't long after this that I relaxed the rule about Miles not coming to the flat when I was working, mainly because either Mike or Raj were there most days which kept him out of my hair. In any case, they disappeared most of the time, either to the swimming pool, library or simply out wandering around town. Raj dropped around most evenings too and although we usually went shirtless, there was never a repeat of that first night. It was obvious though that Miles and he had managed to satisfy their desires along the line somewhere, that much was obvious from the frequent touches and hugs they gave each other. I didn't ask though, and Miles never volunteered. The biggest downside to life was that Miles could only spend Friday, Saturday and sometimes Sunday nights at my place, which we both found incredibly frustrating. Miles hadn't given up on the idea of his moving in completely though. The little scheme he'd planned using Mike hadn't come to anything – not yet anyway, but if I knew Miles he was already planning something else. He was nothing if not determined when he wanted something. My work was going well and although I was kept busy, it wasn't frantic and I could work at more or less my own pace. I'd finished off most of the pieces on 'A Day in the Life Of..' and I only had two more to do. Unfortunately they were the ones which meant two nights away from home, observing the night-workers and truck drivers at the distribution depot in the Midlands. When I told Miles that I would have to be away for a few days, it didn't take him long to make his mind up that he was going to come with me. I didn't object of course: it would be company for me and a change for him. The problem of course was his parents. At least I thought they would be, but Miles soon sorted that out and it was a very happy young man to told me that 'it had been fixed'. When I asked how he'd managed it, he simply said that he'd slouched around the house for a few days being as obnoxious as he could be until his mother had asked what his problem was. "I told her that you'd asked me to come with you, but that I'd had to say 'no' because I knew she wouldn't let me. She didn't say anything at first, but another couple of days grumpiness soon changed that and she told me today that I can come!" "Well done!" I grinned. "But I can't say I totally approve of your technique! And I wish you hadn 't told her I'd invited you." "Well, it worked, didn't it? In any case, she didn't believe that you'd asked me anyway. She knows me too well," he laughed. "But we aren't quite in the clear yet. She's gonna have to talk to you, ain't she?" Oh shit! That was another conversation I wasn't looking forward to. Sheila and I were on a fragile enough friendship as it was, without having to explain why I was whisking her son off to god-knows where for three days. True to form, she turned up the following morning before breakfast. Thankfully, Miles had spent the night at home and I was spared the surreptitious inspection of the flat. I explained that the whole thing was Miles' idea rather than mine, after all I was working and Miles would be spending a lot of time by himself. "But you know Miles," I said. "Once he's got an idea in his head ..." "Yes, I know all too well," she agreed and laughed lightly. "He becomes impossible. I don't know how you put up with him some of the time." I chose not to open that particular can of worms and went on to explain what sort of work I would be doing. "Well, I've already said he can go and no doubt he'll find something to do to occupy himself," she said pointedly. "And I'm sure you'll manage enjoy yourselves." Once again I'd been put in my place and although nothing overt was said about precisely how we'd enjoy ourselves, it was clear that she had a pretty good idea. Still, it appeared that I'd passed the inquisition and the trip had received sanction, if not actual approval. The plan was that we would leave sometime on Wednesday, check in a pre-booked motel and spend the afternoon checking the place out. Wednesday night I would spend at the warehouse, Thursday sleeping and working, Thursday night out on the road with a lorry driver, and return home Friday. That, I hoped would give Miles and I time to enjoy ourselves as well as letting me do the work I had to do. For once all went well. We left home mid-morning and arrived at the motel early afternoon. I'd tried to find a place that was fairly close to where I was working but at the same time was near enough to places where Miles could amuse himself. The motel had a swimming pool and there were a couple of cinemas handy if he got bored as well as an out-of-town shopping centre. We hit the pool first and it was magnificent. Not all that big, but it was warm and friendly. There were a few others there of course but Miles and I ignored them as far as possible and splashed around by ourselves. Once we were back in our twin-bedded room, we stripped off, had a shower and lay on the beds, luxuriating in the experience. It wasn't long though before Miles squashed in alongside me and spooned up close. "What you gonna do tonight?" I asked casually. "Dunno. Might go to the cinema, but I've brought a couple of books to read for college. What time you going to be back?" "The night-shift finishes at six, so I should be back about seven." "Give me a shout when you get back," Miles said, "And we'll have breakfast together." "Good idea. But now I'm going to try and sleep for a bit, I've got to try and stay awake all night remember!" "Want some help to get to sleep?" Miles giggled as he grabbed hold of my dick. "Yeah, but not that!" I said, pushing his hand away. "Give me a kiss instead." We cuddled up even closer and embraced tenderly for a while until we both dozed off. Waking up at tea-time and having a quick meal before dashing off to work isn't my idea of fun. I'm not a night-person; well, not the sort of person that likes working at night anyway and to be frank I found most of the night-workers in the warehouse were the same. Most had perfected the art of doing their work without ever actually having to attain full consciousness except when they skived off for a sneaky cigarette or cup of tea. The lorry driver was more entertaining. He was another ex-teacher in fact but had given up because of the stress. In any case, he admitted, he was a crap teacher. 'I can't stand kids!' he laughed. He liked the solitary night work though and was good at his job, but the loneliness would get to me before long if it were me. Still, I'd got the material I needed and so we were ready for home mid-morning on Friday. "Can we stop somewhere?" Miles said about ten minutes into the journey. "Food? Toilet?" I asked, only half paying to him. "Neither, actually!" he giggled, rubbing his hand in his groin. "I've never done it in the open air." "Randy bugger!" I grinned. "Good idea though." Eventually we found a little used farm track off a country lane and I backed into it, away from the road. We sat on the grass at the back of the car and leaned against it, enjoying the warm sunshine. I closed my eyes and relaxed. It wasn't long before I felt my zip being pulled down. Opening my eyes slightly, I rested a hand on Miles head and pushed it down. That was all the incentive he needed. Once he'd worked my dick out, he sucked it in his mouth and got his tongue to work. I suppose I should've returned the pleasure, but by the time he'd got started, I let it go and enjoyed his attention, satisfying myself with stroking his hair. I felt him pull off for some reason and when I opened my eyes, it was only to see him working his shorts down to his knees, exposing his dick and balls to the gentle breeze. I could only just reach his cock from where I was sat, but Miles pushed my hand away, simply saying "Later." It really was a wonderful experience. The cool air and Miles' machinations soon had me going and my balls began to churn. "Cumming," I whispered. "Mmmmm," Miles answered. He didn't miss a drop as I fired out everything I had, thrusting myself down his throat, causing him to cough slightly. He pulled off once he'd drained me, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and grinned. "Better?" he asked. "Oh, yeah," I sighed. "Now it's my turn." "Wait," he smiled. "I wanna try something." Hitching himself back a little, I watched as he leaned forward as far as he could and tried to get his cock in his mouth. To my surprise, he was there, all but about an inch. Gently I put a hand between his shoulder blades and pushed. He just about made it, the first inch disappearing between his lips, but he couldn't keep it in though and with a sigh, he straightened up. "Bollocks! I thought I could do it." "What made you try that? I giggled. "Raj. If he can do it, so can I!" "Raj's got a longer dick than you," I laughed. "Yeah. Well," he sniggered. "If he can do it, then so can I!" I leaned over and was going to give him a BJ in return when once again he stopped me. "Jack me off," he whispered. "And kiss me." This I knew he liked enormously, as did I. Laying him down on his back, I pecked at his lips, gradually increasing the pressure until we were tongue-wrestling madly. At the same time I had his dick in my hand, jerking him off slowly but firmly, feeling his cock throb as we kissed passionately. As he got nearer to his orgasm, he kissed more determinedly, my throat absorbing his moans and groans. "Mmmmmmm," he stammered suddenly as I felt my hand being covered in something warm, wet and slimy. We held our kiss until I felt him relax and his dick soften. "That was good!" he sighed. "Tickles though." "Tickles?" I said. "The wind blowing in my pubes. Tickles, and bloody cold now as well!" We stayed a few more minutes, taking in the scenery before deciding we aught to make a move. About half-way back another break was called for, so we decided to splash out and have a good meal at a country pub. The weather was so nice that we ate a splendid lunch in the garden, watching and feeding the ducks as we ate. It was idyllic and by far the best part of the break. When it came to paying the bill, to my surprise Miles took an envelope out of his pocket and withdrew a pile of notes, saying that he'd pay for the meal. "Where'd you get that that?" I asked. "You don't want to know," he said sullenly, his good mood vanishing. Once again, I offered to pay, but a single look from Miles told me to back off. He settled the bill as quickly as he could, stuffed the change back in his pocket and walked to the car. It was only when we were on the road again that Miles filled me in. Apparently he'd found the envelope in his jeans pocket on the first day, together with a note from his mother saying that the money was to get him home 'if things went wrong'. My initial reaction was shock, closely followed by anger. Then after a moments consideration, grudging admiration. His mother had no doubts whatsoever about what Miles and I would get up to and had taken the only step she could to help her son get away if that was what he wanted. I pulled off the road and looked at Miles, who had the remains of the cash in his hands. "So? What do you think?" I asked carefully. "She still doesn't understand, does she?" he said quietly. "I think she does," I replied. "That's why she gave you the money. She lets you sleep over at my place, lets you come away with me and even brings your clean clothes back to the flat. I think that the cash is her way of accepting the situation for what it is, and at the same time telling you that you that she loves you, no matter what." "Hadn't thought of it like that," admitted Miles. "Perhaps you're right." "I don't know whether I'm right or wrong," I said. "But that's the way I see it. I'd probably do the same thing." "Oh shit!" Miles said vehemently. "I don't know what to think!" "Welcome to the big world, Miles," I whispered. "Sometimes there aren't any answers." I held his face in my hands, and ignoring any passers-by, kissed him gently. "In any case, nothing much happened, we had a good time and we're still together, so no problem!" Miles remained thoughtful for the rest of the journey home, thankfully though he was much more cheerful by the time we got there. Whatever his thoughts were, he didn't share them with me but I was certain that somehow he'd resolve them. As we unpacked the suitcase we'd used and Miles sorted the stuff out, it dawned on me that he was actually staying here for another two nights – a fact I'd completely forgotten about. "Got any plans for tonight?" I asked. "Naah," Miles said. "I feel knackered anyway. Think I'll go lay down for an hour. Might ask Raj and Mike if they wanna come round later if that's OK." "Fine," I agreed. Miles took himself off to his own bedroom and closed the door. My guess is that he wanted time alone to think, which was OK by me. He surfaced at about seven o'clock, stumbled to the bathroom and took a shower to wake himself up. Ten minutes later he re-appeared, dressed in only a bathrobe and perched himself on my lap. Sliding a hand under my shirt, he leaned in and kissed me deeply. "You stink!" he said, breaking the kiss and punching me on the chest. "Sorry!" I grinned. "But I've been working, remember?" "Oh, yeah. But it's a stink I like anyway." "Piss off!" I laughed and gave his nipple a tweak to emphasise the point. "The gang's coming round about eight," Miles said dreamily, his head resting on my shoulder. "Watch TV or something. Got any nibbles or anything?" "Not really. Want us to go and get some?" "I'll do it," he said, jumping off my lap. "You go get a shower!" "There's some money in the desk draw," I yelled as I headed bathroom-wards. "Mum's paying!" he laughed back happily. Gemma. That's the girl's name I learned as the gang arrived. Must try and remember. Why is it that I can always remember boy's names, but never girls I mulled as we settled down. I knew the answer of course, but didn't care. As they chatted idly among themselves, I looked at each of Miles friends in turn and realised that they were a nice bunch of people – much better than the average kid I knew from the old school. What struck me mostly though was that they were perfectly aware of the situation between Miles and I, and were accepting of it. No, more than that, I don't think they even thought about it very much now. It just 'was'. I decided that my presence wasn't needed that night and so I told Miles that I was going down the pub for a couple of hours. "OK, see ya!" he smiled back at me as if it was the most natural thing in the world. "Back at about half-past ten," I said. "OK." He was far more interested in the tale that Raj was telling than in my doings, but I have no doubt that he appreciated being left alone in the flat with his friends. Oddly enough, I too was glad to escape teenage company for a while and welcomed the opportunity of having a quiet pint or two by myself. When I returned, there were only Raj and Miles there, sat cross-legged on the floor and playing chess. Shirtless. "Mike and, err, what's-her-name, gone?" I asked, grabbing a tin of lager. "Gemma," Raj said. "Yeah, 'about half an hour ago. She's got to be home by eleven." "But it's only,.." then realised why they'd gone early. "Oh, yeah!" I watched them play for a while, but not being a very good player myself soon lost interest and turned the TV on quietly. Ten minutes later, Miles had lost the game and with a mild "Fuck it!" packed the things away and sat himself between my legs, arms resting on my knees. For a while we talked about the things Miles and me had done on our little break, the conversation flowing easily and freely. All too soon, the time for Raj to go home swung round and I asked if he wanted a lift. "No, thanks very much," he said. "Dad's coming for me." Raj's father was a big, jolly sort of man, not at all like his son, but the fact that Raj pecked him on the cheek when they met, and they remained with arms round their waists as we chatted, told me that they had a good relationship going. After inviting Miles and I yet again for a meal with them, they left, leaving Miles and me watching as they drove away. As if emulating his friend, Miles slipped an arm round my waist, gave me a contented look and together we went back in the flat. Closing the door behind us, I turned to lock it when I happened to look into Miles' eyes. Look into his eyes. That struck me as odd and it took a moment or two for it to dawn on me what it was: our eyes were at the same level. "Oh, shit!" I grinned at him. "What?" he replied curiously. "You're nearly the same height as me," I said, the surprise showing in my voice. "So? I've grown a lot the past few months." "Yeah, but, I dunno, I somehow thought you were still shoulder height. Remember when we were at school, our eyes were more or less level when I was sat down." Miles smiled at the remembrance and sat down on the sofa, leaving space by his side for me. "A lot's happened since then," he said reflectively. "Yeah. You happy with it all?" "Yes, I think so," Miles said thoughtfully. " 'Specially being here with you." We were quiet for a few minutes as we thought about the past eighteen months or so and how much things had changed. There had been a few problems for us both: there were times when we hadn't spoken for a while after an argument, there were times when we were so besotted with each other that we'd spent nearly all night making love. I had once been a close friend of his parents and now we we only just on speaking terms. For Miles, that particular situation must be extraordinarily difficult. All boys grow away from their parents in their teenage years, which is only right and proper. Miles though had to face another problem and one which very few others of his age could deal with. He must've been thinking along the same lines as he manoeuvred himself into my side and took my hand. "I'm going home in the morning," he said quietly, looking down at the floor. My heart almost stopped beating when I heard this and I took a sharp breath as I wondered what the hell had happened. "Why?" I whispered, fearing the worst. "I'm gonna tell mum that I want to move out. I'm sick of living the way I do, dodging between home and here. Not really having a home at all. When I'm with mum and dad, I want to be here, and when I'm here, I know I've gotta leave sometime and I hate it. And you just said that I'm big enough." There was no point in trying to dissuade him; that much I knew. We'd talked about his moving times without number and it had always been a 'when', not 'if', but at the back of my mind I'd never truly believed it would ever happen, mainly because of his age, but also because nothing that good could ever happen to me – I just wasn't that lucky. I almost ruined things by saying something along the lines of 'big enough, but not mature enough', but an instant's thought told me that he was at least mature enough to know what he wanted, and in any case it wasn't a spur of the moment sort of thing as we both knew. "Be careful," I said. "Don't go saying anything you regret; if she says 'no', then leave it for the time being. Whatever you might think, you are still her little boy, and always will be." "Yeah, 'spose so." He was obviously mulling things over as he sat with me silently. Gone was the wonderful smile and delicious giggle; this was the serious Miles and he was struggling over what must be the biggest decision of his young life. I felt desperately sorry for him and nearly told him to forget the whole idea for a while, but I also knew that some sort of decision would have to be made soon for all our sakes. "Oh, bollocks!" he said suddenly, making me jump. "Let's go to bed." We both had a restless night and spent more time staring at the ceiling than anything else. Occasionally Miles would cuddle up to me, sigh softly and give me a hug. He didn't say anything though – he'd made his mind up what he was going to do, the only thing worrying him now was what would happen. "So," I asked over breakfast. "What are your plans?" "Think I'll go home after breakfast and get it over with. I'll ring you later and tell you what happened – if I'm still alive!" he smiled wryly. I pulled him across and sat him on my knee, clasping my arms round his waist. "Whatever happens, you know I love you," I said quietly. "All I can say is that I hope it works out, for both of us. I think you're very brave." "Brave or stupid. There's not much difference sometimes." We kissed a couple of times before he slid off my knee and went to get dressed. I poured a cup of coffee and stared into it, unseeing. Before I knew it he was back in front of me dressed for home. "I'll see you later," he said, trying to sound as cheerful as he could. "Whatever happens, I'll be back later today." I opened my mouth to say something, but he stopped me with a hug. "Don't say anything or I'll lose it." he said. "Want a lift?" I whispered. He shook his head and left, closing the door quietly behind him. For three hours I pace up and down, trying everything I could to take my mind of things but there was no way. Every five minutes I picked up my mobile phone and checked there was a signal and the battery was charged. I even picked up the land line to make sure that was still working. In desperation I even went for a drive, but after half an hour and ten miles, I stopped, realising that I couldn't actually remember driving there. I turned round and went back home, taking much more care this time. It was mid-afternoon when I heard the bleep of my mobile. Picking it up, I displayed the text message which simply said 'round in a few. Miles'. Bollocks! Why the hell didn't he say anything else? A simple yes or no would have been enough. But then if things had gone well, he would've said so. Then again, if they'd gone badly he wouldn't tell me with a text message. Oh fuck it, yet more bloody waiting. When at last he did arrive, I opened the door to a grim-faced and dejected-looking Miles. It was all too obvious that he'd been crying too. Putting an arm round his shoulders, I led him to the sofa and sat him down. He didn't say a word for a good five minutes: he just sat there with his hands clasped in his lap and staring at his feet. "I can move in when I like," he said so quietly that I had to ask him to repeat it. "Oh," was all I could think of to say before lapsing into a confused silence again. "How did it go?" I ventured to ask after a while. "OK," he mumbled. "Eventually." He reached into his back pocket and handed me a crumpled envelope addressed to me, from his mother. I stared at it, terrified of opening it. "For you," he said needlessly. I ripped it open and read it. In essence, it said that whilst not agreeing with, or approving of, what Miles was doing she and he husband weren't going to stand in their son's way. If he wanted to live with me, then against their better judgement they would let him. The letter went on to say that they were convinced that I had not influenced Miles in anyway, and that the whole thing had been his idea. 'If either my husband or I had thought for a second that it was your idea, then we would have moved Heaven and Earth to stop it,' she wrote. 'As it is, we are letting him make his own mistakes and hopefully he will see sense and come back to what is still his home. The only thing we ask is that you tell Miles this, and make sure he understands.' 'In conclusion,' she ended, ' Whilst I can't bring myself to wish you every happiness, I know you will take good care of Miles and hope you will be comfortable together'. I passed the letter to Miles who read it, carefully re-folded it and passed it back. "I'm gonna lay down for a bit," he said, getting to his feet. "Good idea," I told him. "Let me know when you want tea." Half an hour later, I poked my head round the bedroom door to check on him. He was laying on his back, hands under his head and staring at the ceiling. "OK?" I asked. "Yeah, I guess. Never thought it'd be like this." I walked over to the bed and sat on the edge, looking at him. "Mum's known for ages that I wanted to move in. She'd quizzed Mike one day and he told her, you know, after that party we had. She wasn't mad or anything, just upset that this's what I wanted to do. I thought I'd be really happy when she said 'yes', but I feel awful about it all. Like I've let 'em down or something." "You can always change your mind," I said softly. "That's the worst bit. I don't want to." I lay on the bed alongside him and took him in my arms, letting him spoon into me. "Why don 't you get undressed and get into bed," I said. "I'll bring you a drink and something to eat." "No, thanks," he murmured. "Let's just lay here for a bit, I feel knackered. In any case, I'm going home tonight. Got a few things to pack." I looked at him, puzzled. "If I stay here tonight after what's happened today, she'll think you only want me for one thing!" he laughed grimly. "In any case, I need to pack. You can pick me up in the morning, though." "No problem," I said. "Just tell me when." "Alec?" he asked unxcertainly, "It will be alright, won't it? I mean you and me. It all started as a bit of a joke with me pretending I was gonna live here one day 'cause it sounded nice. And it sorta got out of hand until one day I just knew that that was what I really wanted and so I made it happen. You don't mind, do you?" " 'Course not. I think we care for each other a great deal. Neither of us would have let things get this far if we weren't sure about it. Remember that time we couldn't see each other for a while? I knew then that we were fated to live together and that it was only a matter of time. "I love you," Miles whispered. "I love you too," I replied. We stared into each others eyes for a few seconds before we embraced tightly and held on until Miles dropped off into a doze. We pulled up outside their house at about half past seven, with Miles in a much better frame of mind. "I'll see you about eleven in the morning," he grinned. "Bags packed and rarin' to go!" "I'll be there, promise!" He leaned in to give me a kiss I thought, but at the last second changed his mind and whispered, "Can't kiss you now, windows have eyes!" I glanced round and saw Sheila standing at the living room window watching us. "See you tomorrow," I grinned. * * * Collecting Miles and baggage wasn't the easiest thing I've ever done. To be honest, I felt acutely embarrassed as I picked him up, his mother whilst not actually being unfriendly, did nothing to help. Miles was doing his very best not to show how excited he was, the somewhat dour mood of the previous day having disappeared. As we got in the car, I was pointedly ignored as she hugged her son, and said loud enough for me to hear, "I'll see you next Sunday." With that she turned away and went back in the house. "OK?" I said as I turned round. "Yeah," he sniggered as he slid across the seat and dropped an arm on my shoulder. "I'm glad that bits over. I was dreading it." "You and me both," I sighed. "I promised one thing though, hope you don't mind." he said. "What's that?" "I promised to spend Sundays with them. Have lunch and all that stuff. Perhaps stay the night once in a while." "Good idea," I agreed. "Oh, it was her idea really," Miles said. "But I don't think she was too impressed when I said that I would have to ask you first!" "Wha ...!" I almost shouted. Miles broke into fits of laughter and kissed me on the cheek. "Not really. It was my idea, sorta keep the peace and stuff." "Bastard!" I mouthed at him. "Dickhead!" he sniggered back. * * * Once inside the flat, Miles and I embraced properly and gave each other a deep kiss. "Happy?" I said. "Brilliant," he giggled, stripping off his shirt at the same time. I sighed inwardly as he removed mine, pushed me down on the sofa and stretched out on top of me. "Not again!" I groaned melodramatically as his lips approached mine. "Piss off!" he smiled as he kissed me deeply. We rolled around for a few minutes enjoying ourselves when suddenly Miles knelt up and stared at me, excitement gleaming in his eyes. "Gonna unpack!" he said breathlessly. With that he leapt up and disappeared into our bedroom, dragging his suitcase behind him. Five minutes later I heard him call out and wondering what it was he wanted, I went to find out. From the door, the first thing I noticed was that 'unpacking' simply meant unfastening the suitcase and emptying it on the floor. The second thing was a naked Miles, stretched out on the bed, legs apart and a huge erection being played with. "Got bored," he giggled. What could I say? Dropping my trousers to the floor, I joined him on the bed and pushed his hand away from his groin, replacing it with my own. "Ohh, Jesus!" he sighed as I squeezed it. An excited and aroused Miles is a force to be reckoned with. With all the strength he could muster, he rolled over to face me, wrapped his arms round my neck and thrust his tongue into my mouth. Then he played around with my balls before deciding he wanted a '69'. This lasted for all of five minutes before we went back to kissing again, with him wriggling and writhing on top of me. Then ... , well you get the idea. Eventually even he ran out of steam and lay back, grinning broadly and staring at me with love pouring from his eyes. "Got any KY?" he said seriously, taking hold of my hand and squeezing it gently. "Behind you," I said, nodding in the direction of the bedside cabinet. "Hope you got a good supply of this stuff," he giggled as he smeared it over my dick. I was left in no doubt as to what he wanted me to do as he raised his legs and aimed his butt in my direction. Kneeling between his thighs, I rested my dick against the waiting hole and eased forward slightly. Instantly it opened up and I slipped in with next to no effort. "Go," he moaned. "All the way!" Amazing. There was no hesitation, no grimace of pain, no reluctance – I was in and buried to the hilt in one move. "Oh, shit!" he cried out. "That's so good!" Very slowly I eased back as far as I could before going down again, just as slowly as I could manage. And again. "Don't stop. Make it last for ever! Yes! Yes! Yes!" he groaned, thrashing his head from side to side in ecstasy. Just as before, his body froze and arched upwards as he orgasmed and spread his non inconsiderable load onto his chest. Miles didn't seem to notice though as he gripped my hands tightly and urged me on. "Change!" he yelled just before I shot my load. "Quick." With hardly a pause, he had me on my back and was lowering himself downwards, my cock sliding it effortlessly and hungrily. Now Miles was in complete charge. His eyes were closed tightly, his bottom lip gripped firmly between his teeth and he was bouncing up and down as if his very life depended on it. Somewhere along the line, I must've cum but I don't actually remember it: certainly I never felt it and my dick never softened. The only reason I knew was because my balls ached painfully, but Miles wasn't to know that and it wasn't until he'd had at least his third orgasm that he allowed me to roll off and collapse alongside him, only just breathing. I looked at him in amazement: this was a new Miles, one I'd never met before. He was beaded in sweat, his eyes glazed and lips trembling. And he was grinning from ear to ear. "That. Was. Something. Else." he said, each word punctuated by a deep breath. "You OK?" I asked, slightly concerned. I'd heard of people having heart attacks during sex and I was seriously concerned for him. He nodded in reply and gripped my hand. "Don't know what happened then!" he whispered a while later. "I sorta lost it." "You had me worried," I told him. He giggled again and looked at me as if I was stupid or something. "Don't panic. It was fantastic. We gotta do it again." I wasn't at all sure about that, but as Miles seemed to be OK, I kissed him and curled up alongside him to rest. An hour later we'd cleaned ourselves up and were watching TV with a snack on our laps. Miles kept glancing at me sideways once in a while, obviously happy. "Don't wanna do that too often," he suddenly sniggered. "What?" I said, momentarily confused. He wriggled his eyebrows at me and dropped his eyes to his crotch. "Oh, I see." "It was OK, but a bit scary, wasn't it?" "Yes," I agreed. "Very." "Does it get better with practice?" he asked lewdly. "No idea, thank goodness." I told him. "Good. Then we must do it again." Then, after a pause, he added, "But not for at least a month. It was almost too much." In fact, we rarely fucked each other after that. For the most part we were more than satisfied sharing the same bed and just sort of messing about when we felt like it. Most of the time we were happy enough just sitting together semi-naked on the sofa, or just holding one another in bed. Our lives dropped into a steady routine of caring for each other and making love when we felt like it. Miles had his friends round as often as he liked and we all got on well together. Mike got a steady girlfriend who was obviously giving him what he wanted as Miles never had to help him out again as far as I know. Raj became a steady visitor: even when Miles was elsewhere he would drop round for a chat or something to eat, which we both liked. Miles knew this of course, and I wasn't altogether surprised when he told me one day that Raj fancied me. When I protested and told Miles that there was no way would I do anything with him, all he did was grin at me and tell me that he wouldn't mind, if that was what we wanted. 'We do stuff sometimes, so why shouldn't you?" he grinned. "It's only fair." He meant it too. There was only one other thing that happened of any consequence that summer, and that was a week before Miles started back at college. I'd dropped some work off at my office when I bumped into his father who'd been to see my boss, a friend of his. I was embarrassed at the unexpected sight, but a firm handshake and an offer of a beer soon put me at my ease. Once in the pub, we sat down and chatted easily, enjoying the drink. We'd studiously avoided any discussion about Miles until we were well down our second pint when John asked me how 'the boy' was. "Oh, he's fine." I said truthfully. "A pain in the ass at times, but he's OK." "Good," he said, "I'm glad. For both of you." This made me start and I looked at him questioningly. "You might have wondered why I never got involved when all this business about him moving in with you blew up," he said. "No, I never ..." I started to say. "Yes, you did," he laughed. "You're not stupid, and I know you well enough ..." I looked at him again, nodding in agreement and waited for him to carry on. "I'll tell you a secret," he said, lowering his voice and putting his glass down on the table. "And before you say anything, it's not the drink talking. It takes more that two pints to get me pissed!" He gave me a grin I knew all too well, and I sat back to listen. "I've never told anyone this before, but I think you aught to know so's you will understand Miles a bit better. But for God's sake don't tell him." I nodded assent and wondered what the hell he was about to reveal. "When I was eighteen, I was at college and shared a flat with a friend of mine. We were the same age, and well, not to put too fine a point on it, we shared a great deal more than the accommodation if you see what I mean. In fact we intended to carry on living together after we'd left college, but life was very different in those days and there was no way could we do that. Not if we wanted to keep our jobs anyway. So we separated and never saw each other again. I got married and we had Miles. I still think of him sometimes and wonder what would have happened if..." I took a deep swallow of my drink and looked at him with new understanding. "So that is why I never interfered with whatever Miles had planned. He's got a chance to do what I missed out on. He's a lot younger than I was of course, but life is different now, and not so prejudiced. Whatever happens between you in the future is in the lap of the gods. If you stay together, all well and good, I'll be very pleased for you both. If it doesn't work out, then at least you've tried it and had some good times together." "Christ!" I said, dumbfounded. "I never knew!" " Course not," he laughed. "But now you begin to understand how I feel? And as for my wife, don't worry about her. She's always known that Miles is, shall we say, different. She's having a hard time coming to terms with it, but she's coming round. It helps that she admires you." "Admires?" I said. "Yes. You're honest and hard-working. She admires that. She also knows that Miles can be a conniving little bugger at times and always gets what he wants. Once he'd made his mind up, neither you nor she stood a chance." "Bloody Hell!" I stammered. John gave me that giggle and smile again as he picked the empty glasses up. "One more pint each I think, we've both earned it. And we'll change the topic." It was with a much lighter heart that I made my way home. All of a sudden, life was much better and I was feeling on top of the world. Tonight I would do my best to show Miles how much he was loved. The End.