ONE DAY

                                                                            Part 5

 

 

It was my own fault, I had no-one to blame but myself. I'd made, what is I suppose, the common mistake that thirteen year old teenage boys all make, I had assumed that my parents, because they were adults and parents, were stupid.

Oh, they are not stupid in many ways, I know that; my Father makes quite a bit of money, and Mother doesn't do too badly either with her interior design stuff, but about the important things, things like the way a thirteen year old boy's mind works, they have always given a very convincing impression of being stupid.

So I ought to have had more sense, I ought to have behaved like a perfectly normal thirteen year old boy, been sullen, talked in grunts and left my bedroom in an unspeakable mess. Instead I behaved like a complete idiot. I went around smiling all the time, agreed happily to clean up my mess of a bedroom, answered questions with full sentences, in other words I did everything I could to convince my parents that there was something wrong with me.

My first inkling of my stupid behaviour came when I was waiting patiently at the table for my supper to appear.

"I think he's got a girlfriend," I heard Mother say in the kitchen and Father snorted that he very much doubted it. There was a bit more that I couldn't hear, and then Father said, "You say nothing. Leave this all to me."

That did not bode well!

I thought I'd got away with it as nothing happened till Saturday, but then Father pounced.

"Thought we'd go for a bit of a ride," he announced about half past eleven. Father does not normally announce that he and I should go `for a bit of a ride', so I correctly guessed that it was Armageddon time. "Three questions, three truthful answers please," Father said after we'd been driving for a few minutes, "What's his name, where does he live and how old is he?"

Pretending innocence and ignorance was not an option, but the truth wasn't really a very attractive option either. Except that Father had, very correctly, realised that it was a `him' and not a `her' and he didn't seem to be at all angry about it.

"Do I have to, Father?" I tried pleading, "It is a bit personal, you know. Aren't you infringing on my civil liberties or something?"

I could say things like that to my Father; he may have pots of money, but he always voted LibDem and was almost violently anti-Brexit, and made a sizable donation to Amnesty International every year.

"They have been suspended temporarily," Father stated, "And, as we do not, thank God, live in Trump Land, you cannot plead the Fifth. So, name, address and age, please."

"Jason Price, he lives in some Council flats in Marston, and he's fourteen. He's in Year Ten at school."

"There, that wasn't too painful, was it? I may have been mistaken, but for a second, I thought Father smiled.

"Where are we going?" I asked and went pale when Father said we were going to Marston so he could see where Jason lived.

"You can't, Father," I pleaded, horrified "You can't knock on his door and have a go at him! I'll die!" But Father assured me he had no intention of knocking on Jason's door, and even less intention of `having a go at him', he simply wanted to see where my boyfriend lived!

He actually said that! `Where my boyfriend lived'! I was dumbstruck! Father said it so normally, as though it was a matter of no concern that I had a boyfriend! Had I seriously misjudged my Father? My Father, who told me constantly that I looked far too much like a girl, who said Mother should buy me a dress? My Father, who I expected to be shocked and horrified, taking it as perfectly normal that I should have a boyfriend?

My Father actually taking it for granted that I did have a boyfriend!

"He is your boyfriend, isn't he? He's the reason why you have been behaving in such an unnatural way for a teenage boy? Using sentences, not grunting and snarling, and smiling instead of scowling?"

We were in Marston by now, and Father seemed to know where the Council flats were, but he didn't stop there, he just drove slowly past and then we were off somewhere else.

"He is my boyfriend," I muttered very quietly, and began to try to explain, but Father told me to be quiet and that we were going to `The Boatman' at Upper Rising, a pub on the canal that is well known for doing decent food.
"Matters of importance should always be discussed over lunch," Father said, "Not in cars."

He didn't want to know any of the `sordid details' and as I`m thirteen and Jason is fourteen, he expected that there were a considerable number of sordid details, and if there weren't any, then perhaps I should find myself a different boyfriend!

Of course, I went a very bright shade of red, which obviously confirmed that there were some sordid details.

"One of the reasons I've teased you so much is that it has been obvious to me for a long time that you are never going to marry a woman," Father said as he nonchalantly worked his way through a T-Bone steak, "And I wanted to give you some idea of the sort of shit that will probably be hurled at you. So I am not at all surprised that you have found a boyfriend, but I am hugely relieved that he's fourteen and not forty. Does he like you as much as you obviously like him?"

I told Father the lot. Well, not the `sordid' stuff, of course, but all about Jason and me crying, how we were both scared to say `love you' in case we didn't really, about Jason saying he liked me so much that it hurt that he couldn't be with me all the time, about how we made each other laugh as well as cry, about how we had to be so careful in school because we weren't in the same Year, and though I did get a lumpy throat now and again, I managed to say all that without any tears.

What did Father say to all that? "Will be a bit awkward for Jason when you bring him home, your background isn't quite the same as his and he'll probably feel out of place to start with, but your Mother and I will not tolerate you having a boyfriend you think you cannot bring home. So make sure you let him know he will be welcome. Don't do anything silly and don't let this boyfriend business interfere with your schoolwork." Father was actually really smiling when he said that bit.

I wanted to wank and wank and wank when I went to bed, but I didn't even touch it; tomorrow was Sunday and I'd be seeing Jason again!

Jason was waiting by the camper van when I arrived. I propped my bike up against the nearest thing I could prop it against and rushed at him almost knocking him over. "Love you, love you, love you," I babbled and threw my arms around him.

"Bit extreme," I laughed as he burbled on, "What's brought this on?"

"You, me, my Father, who cares, love you."

We'd so carefully avoiding actually using that word, and now Reece was blurting it out as though it was the only word he could say! But he'd said one other word, and that word suddenly hit me like a brick between the eyes!

"What you mean? Your father?"

"Yes, Father. I outed us to him yesterday. Well, I didn't really out us because he already guessed we were out, well, me anyway, and I had to tell him who I was going out with. Of course, I told him we weren't out like in out, but we were going out and now he knew I supposed we were out, to him anyway."

"Reece," I giggled because he was so carried away it really was funny, "You aren't making any sense. What the fuck is going on?"

I took a couple of deep breaths and started again, slower this time. "Father took me for a car ride yesterday and that never happens, and he asked who my boyfriend was, where did he live and how old was he, so I told him."

"You what! You told him you had a boyfriend? Just like that? `Dad, you better know I've got a boyfriend'? You can't have done!"

"Well, not quite like that. Apparently I haven't been behaving like a proper teenager lately, you know, smiling too much, being happy and that sort of thing. Mother thought I must have got a girlfriend, but Father knew better. He asked who you were, so I told him and we went and had a look at where you live and then we went to `The Boatman' and had lunch and I told Father everything. Not everything everything, he said he didn't want to know all the what he called `sordid details' because he was sure there would be a lot of sordid details and if there weren't I should find a different boyfriend, because there ought to be a lot of sordid details, and then he said that it would probably be a bit awkward for you when I took you home for the first time because, well, I do live in a rather posh house and all that, but that he and Mother would not allow me to have a boyfriend I didn't think I could take home, and then he said I mustn't let you interfere with my schoolwork."

Jason was looking at me with a very strange look, as though he didn't believe a word of it and I was making it all up. "So you've got to come round for tea tomorrow."

This definitely needed a fag! "Your parents want to meet me? Meet me because I'm your boyfriend?" Parents don't behave like that!

"Yes. I know they've got pots of money, but actually they re really quite nice and not at all snobby. Father votes LibDem. So does Mother."

"You telling me that they don't mind that you're gay, and you've got a boyfriend?"

"Yes. Father said he knew it was going to happen one day and he's really pleased that you're fourteen and not forty. That's exactly what he said."

"Fuck me!" What else could I say?

"I think Father would call that a `sordid detail."

I just stared at him for a second or two, then burst out into a fit of laughter. "You wonderful, delightful, gorgeous, beautiful boy," I giggled between bigger laughs, "You're supposed to be a coward, not have elephant size balls! I fucking love you, Reece Maggs!"

"Prove it," I sniggered, and dashed into the van to get my cycling kit off so Jason could do some `sordid details' to me. I hoped he do those things he did to me last week, and anything else he could think of as well.

We started with a snog, but that didn't last for long, Reece was after my cock, not in his hand, but in his mouth again, and no way was I gonna stop him doing that!

He wasn't so greedy this time, didn't go straight for spunk. He got as much in as he could, and he licked it up and down, kissed the tip, rubbed it all round his face, telling it that it was the most beautiful cock in the world and that it was his to feel, suck and fondle as much as he wanted, and I stroked his hair and his shoulders and back and told him he was the most beautiful boy in the world and my cock belonged to him.

"Love your cock," he said when he'd eaten the mouthful he wasn't going to stop sucking me until he got.

"Actually, I'm not sure if I love your cock more or you more. It's really very difficult to decide." I managed that with a straight face, but we were in heaps of laughter again when Jason said it was probably his cock because his cock was better looking than him.

We had a fag then, sitting up on the bed, backs against the camper van side, one of my legs draped over Jason's, my little cock still hard, Jason's in a recovery position, dangling over his balls. No need to go outside for a fag anymore, because Jason's man knew we were using the van.

"He fuck you nicely yesterday?" I asked.

"Very slowly, very gently, very lovingly," I said quietly, "It was his goodbye fuck."

"He dumping you?" I was ready to be all sympathetic, give Jason a big comforting cuddle.

"Not exactly. We had a long chat and he said I didn't need him anymore, not now that I've got you, and he thanked me for allowing him to enjoy my body."

"I don't mind him fucking you, honest I don't." Oddly, I didn't. Jason going with a man had no effect at all on him loving me and jealousy didn't enter into it.

"He said it wasn't right anymore, that we were obviously a pair of love birds and he wasn't going to do anything that might interfere with that. He really adores boys, and I knows that every boy he's ever been with it has always been the boy he's thought of first. He made me feel wonderful, more special than I ever though I could feel. I felt protected and adored."

"Bit like having a really nice father, but one with benefits."

"Yeah, something like that I spose," I had a soft smile. I was going to miss Mr Kevil. I'd see him five times a week of course, but never again in bed.

"It was weird, Reece, like I know it's sposed to be well wrong, he would get sent to prison if it ever got out that he fucked me, but it never felt at all wrong to me, an' it were me what said he could fuck me in the first place. He never even bleeding had to seduce me or nothing. Sorta he just looked at me an' I knew he wanted me cock and bum, an' I looked back an' he knew I wanted him to have me cock and bum."

Reece felt wonderful, naked and warm close up to me, one of his legs over mine, his little cock rock hard, waiting for me to wank and suck it. He were smiling that smile of his, the one that always gives me a bone, an' it starts to stir a bit even though the taste of me spunk must still be in Reece's mouth.

"You are fucking beautiful, you know," I croaked, cos it weren't just me cock that were thinking about going again. I only got to see my boyfriend naked on Sundays, an' no way were that often enough, so when I did see him I couldn't bleeding leave him alone. I starts to feel him, starting on his leg an' moving up towards his cock. It were magic that Reece wanted me to mess about with him just as much as I wanted to mess around with him. Actually, an' I has a little smile at the thought, I reckons he wants it even more, cos, being thirteen, he hardly even slows down after he's spunked.

"Jason," I was all thoughtful, and I suppose it was Jason saying that I was beautiful that got me thinking, "Do you think he'd like to see me? If he likes boys as you say he does, wouldn't he like to see me naked? He sounds like such a nice man, and I won't mind at all if he wants to have a look."

"Yeah he is a nice man," I almost sighed, cos I were gonna miss being his boy, no doubt about that, "Said we can still use his van, even though he won't be doing me no more."

"He did?" Selfishly I had been thinking about not having anywhere to do it with Jason, now his man wasn't going to be fucking him anymore, so the news that we still had somewhere to do our `sordid details' in  was like a huge Christmas present. "I want him to see me," I decided firmly, "It's only fair that he should."

"Did say I'd sneak some pics of you on me phone an' show them to him, but he wouldn't let me. Said it weren't right, cos you wouldn't know about it."

"Then he definitely must see the real thing, he'll probably like that better than a pic, anyway," I ended up giggling. "Text him ask him if he wants to see your naked boyfriend."

"Ain't got his number. I just bikes out here on Saturdays, that's all."

I started thinking; I can't help it, it's a habit – see a problem, ask questions, find the answer. I could do it even while I was playing with Jason's lovely cock, it was simply a matter of finding an answer before I had some more spunk to eat.

Jason didn't have his man's number, didn't make contact with him, just cycled out here on Saturdays? No way! That would not work, not be safe. What if Jason's man had a visitor and a fourteen year old boy shows up on the doorstep? You wouldn't even know that doorstep was here from the road, so the fourteen year old boy wouldn't have shown up at random. And why would a fourteen year old boy want to see a single man? And the single man want to see a fourteen year old boy? No, that was far too risky a way to go about things for both the man and the boy. Another explanation required.

How was it, I wondered, that Jason just showed up at those golf evening classes? How did he hear about them? Why would he develop a sudden interest in golf? And how did he know I liked playing cricket and went cross country running? I'd mentioned those things in our chats while we were getting round to working out that we both wanted our cocks done, but Jason had seemed to know about them before I told him.

He couldn't have found out those things at school, couldn't have asked around about me. `What you know about Reece Maggs?' Answer from any other boy, `Why, you wanna bum him?' and the whole school would have been talking about it before the first break.

Who could I have said those things to? Who knew them? Who knew them who might know Jason? Who knew Jason well enough to tell him?

The answer was obvious when you asked the right questions!

"Pourquoi ne demandes-tu pas ce gentil homme s'il aimerait me voir nu? Je suis heureux pour lui de regarder autant qu'il veut."

Jason went rigid and white, my guess about who the man who had been fucking my boyfriend was, was a correct guess.

I went cold, I couldn't even feel Reece playing with my cock! "How did you know? You can't know! You mustn't know!" We could never come here again! I could never see Reece again! It was too dangerous, too dangerous for Mr Kevil. Probably dangerous for us as well, but we wouldn't get sent to prison, Mr Kevil would!

"Alright, calm down, don't get your knickers in a twist. No you can't do that anyway, can you, as you never wear any." I hoped a rather poor joke would drag Jason from his panic attack, I thought he was in danger of hyper-ventilating and dying of hypothermia at the same time! "Did you ask him to do that French lesson with my class?"

"What French lesson? What you on about?"

"The one where he took my class for one lesson, said he needed to check how we were doing at French conversation, and he chose me to use as his sample."

"Dunno nothing about that."

"So why did he pick on me? And why, the next Thursday, did you show up at golf class?"

Had to tell Reece the truth, didn't I, couldn't do nothing else. Mr Kevil were in the shit now anyway, so it weren't gonna dump him deeper in it.

"Spose cos I'd told him I were nuts on you, an' cos you Year Nine an' me Year Ten, weren't no way I could ever get to talk with you, an' he said he'd see what he could do to help."

"So he arranged that class, just to find out what he could about me, that he could tell you so you could find a way of getting to see me out of school, somewhere that you could actually talk to me?"

"Yeah," I admitted miserably. "He paid for the classes for me cos he knows we ain't got no money for things like that."

"Let me make sure I've got this correct," God, I was beginning to sound just like Father! "A man, with whom you were having sex, and to whom you had confessed having certain feelings about for another boy, went out of his way to elicit information from that boy so he could pass that information on to you, with the express intention of providing you with an opportunity to meet that boy, and, if things went according to plan, to get inside that boy's pants?"

"Yeah, that's just about it," I agreed. I had to grin just a bit though, cos it were so random, Reece, all naked an' sounding like this were some courtroom drama.

"So," I said keeping up the game of being my Father that this had become; it had made Jason smile a little, so I knew it was having the right effect, "I have no option but to pass judgement, and pronounce sentence. And my sentence is, that the man in question, who is still nameless, and must remain so, even though his identity is know to the to relevant persons in this case, shall be made to observe the naked body of the boy he so shamelessly arranged to be seduced and made love to by another boy; and, further, that he shall also be obliged to watch those two boys snogging each other's faces off in front of him."

I couldn't help it, I just cracked up! Reece was so funny! I never knew he had this in him, not no way! "Fucking love you, you daft bugger," I pulled him in an' cuddled him rotten. Mr Kevil was safe! No way were Reece ever gonna say a thing, an' I loved him for that even more than I loved him for his cock.

So I dared him, an' we rolled around laughing at what we were gonna do, then, when we'd sobered up a bit, we goes out of the van, holds hands and walks, stark bollock naked up to Mr Kevil's front door.

He must have seen us coming, cos he opens the door before I had a chance to ring the bell, an' he stands there, gawking at us, obviously wondering what the fuck is going on an' what the fuck we's up to.

Reece puts on a straight face, though I can hardly keep meself from collapsing into fits of giggles, an' he does his `courtroom' bit again.

"Sir," I say, really enjoying myself, "We are unaware of your name, and, I assure you, we have no wish to know it, but it has come to our attention and understanding that you are solely responsible for devising the situation whereby myself, Reece Maggs, and my companion, Jason Price, have been able to become lovers, though not, I hasten to add, in the full and complete sense of that word as Jason has not yet fucked me. That, however, is an omission that I have every reason to believe will be rectified in the very near future."

Jason was snorting with laughter, and Mr Kevil was standing there with his mouth open and it was so difficult not to have a fit of the giggles myself, but I got control, and finished the bit I'd got planned to say.

"We, therefore, wish to convey our thanks to you, and we felt it appropriate that you should have a bloody good look at what you've done to us."

I did giggle like crazy then, but Jase and I still managed to get in a clinch and have a really good snog for Mr Kevil to see.

"Thanks so much, Mr Kevil," I managed when we'd had a decent snog, "You're a bleeding magic person." Reecie was hard, obviously, and I just had to feel him so Mr Kevil could see the end result of his efforts for me. Yeah, he was `Reecie' now in my mind, hadn't called him that yet, but I was gonna next time I used his name. If I were gonna be "Jase' for him, then he were gonna be `Reecie' for me.

"And you can have a feel of what Jase is feeling if you want," I offered, "I expect you'd like to and Jase won't mind and nor will I."

Mr Kevil looks at me an' I gives him that little nod, "Course I don't mind," I grins, "Weren't for you I'd never have got at it meself."

Course, that made me an' Reecie crack up again, and Mr Kevil joined in the fun. He takes a cock in each hand, holds them together, and said "I now pronounce you boy and boy," an' course we doubles up, almost bleeding crying with laughter.

That were all he did, though, nothing more, but I knew he were chuffed as fuck at what we'd done, an' he really were well pleased for us that we'd got it together.

"Won't forget what you've done for us," I say, serious, not giggling, "And we'll invite you to the wedding. That won't be for a few years yet, though." Then we do crack up again, and then Jase takes me back to the camper van and I'm wondering if he's thinking what I hope he's thinking.

We don't go straight back in for some more spunk time, we sits on the step of the camper an' has a fag. We knows Mr Kevil will see us if he looks out a window, but that don't matter no more, he fucking deserves to get a good eyeful an' I sorta wishes me and Reecie could be in bed together with him, cos he deserves more than just an eyeful. I says this to Reecie an' he goes into one of his thinking moods.

"He does," I agreed with Jase's thought, "But it wouldn't be appropriate now. He doesn't want us for sex. He's happy knowing we will have sex together. I think that's made him happier than bumming us one after the other would have done. I hope he finds some really yummy boys when he goes to Italy again."

"Yeah, you're probly right; that's the trouble with you, you're always bleeding right." I gives him a play punch an' he gives me one back an' we has another snog.

"Reecie," I says, calling him that out loud for the first time, an' he gives me one of them smiles he does, "Were you serious? You know, about me bumming you?"

"Absolutely serious. We've stopped pretending, haven't we? We're not just mates who have a bit of fun together, we're lovers. I love you and you love me. People in love fuck."

"Yeah, but you said you don't wanna be fucked,"

"I never said that," I protested, "I said I don't want to be fucked yet. I wanted us to be really sure we feel like we do for real before we fucked. Well, now we know we do."

"I ain't never done it before," I started to prevaricate.

"So that makes two of us, doesn't it.  And you do have some idea of what's involved, you may never have fucked, but you certainly have been fucked more than once."

"Yeah, few times more than once," I agreed, thinking of Mr Kevil's cock up me bum.

"So we can try, can't we? Even if we get it horribly wrong we can keep on trying till we get it right."

"Fucking love you, Reecie."

"Love you too, Jase, though if you call me Reecie in school, I'll murder you."

"Can't talk to you in school, can I."

"Not this year, but next year you can. I'll be Year Ten and Years Ten and Eleven can talk to each other."

I just had this wonderful soft glow go all the way through me an' it made me wanna cry again. What the fuck was the matter with me? I was crying all the bleeding time now, an' that never used to happen!

`You think we may still be together then?"

"Don't know. It doesn't feel at the moment that we're going to want to stop seeing each other any time soon, does it. Perhaps it all depends on how good a fuck I am."

I thought he were being serious for a second but his green eyes were sparkling and twinkling, an' his lips were quivering as he tried to stop himself from smiling.

"As if that fucking matters," I said, an' we looks in each other's eyes cos that were the truth of it. Yeah, we'd fuck, but we weren't together so we could fuck, an' fucking really weren't that important.

I spose that's the moment when I knew I were so well gone on Reecie that it were bleeding certain we'd still be together next year, cos he weren't going out with me so he could get fucked either.

"Love you, Reecie."

"Love you, too, Jase. Shall we have a go at proving it?"

"Can give it a try if you want." An' we went back inside, probly the two happiest boys on the planet.

 

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