Secrets Within Secrets Chapter 1

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A 4 part story written by Richard Darby.

Secrets Within Secrets - Part 1 of 4.

From his seat by the window of the bus he was on, Adrian Cunliffe looked at the boy who had just got off the bus. The boy seemed to be looking and smiling at him, and then he waved. Adrian didn't know the boy. He was intrigued; puzzled. He looked behind him to see if there was anyone sitting on the seats on the other side of the bus behind him that the boy could be waving to. There wasn't. So the boy must have been looking at him. Maybe he'd mistaken him for someone else? Whatever; Adrian smiled back at him and waved. Then the boy turned away and walked into Greasley Avenue; a no-through-road consisting of middle-class detached houses.

The boy was wearing short trousers and the local high school blue blazer, which meant he was at least eleven years old. He looked more like twelve. Nice legs above grey socks that had fallen down to his ankles during the day. Lovely schoolboy legs that had shape and form. Quite delicious they were. Adrian couldn't see his bottom. That was hidden beneath his blazer and the edge of his school bag, that was over his left shoulder and hanging down his back, but if his bottom was anything like his legs, then it would be very nice indeed! Blonde hair; a little ruffled with play, but certainly not shapeless. He had a nice head. In fact, he was nice all over! Adrian felt quite pleased. It was not often a lover of boys like him got a smile and a wave from a young man, especially from a blonde-haired boy in his perfect age of attraction.

But why didn't I see him when he was on the bus? Adrian thought. Very rarely do I miss a good-looking boy around me. (He'd been reading the evening paper. That's why he didn't see him.)

Five stops later and Adrian got off the bus. A few yards and he was in Baycliffe Avenue; another no-through-road of similar middle-class detached houses to those in Greasley Avenue where the boy obviously lived. At least his mysterious little new friend and Adrian had something in common... they were both middle-class. But Adrian was slightly better off. His house was right at the bottom of the avenue and could only be accessed via a laurel-lined drive that led to a secluded house in three acres. The house was his inheritance after his parents had died.

Later in the evening, half a bottle of red wine and a large portion of lasagne later, Adrian sat back and thought about Little Boy Blue - as he was now known in Adrian's mind - and he wondered why the boy had waved at him. Adrian churned things over while he was sipping from his glass.

I'm sure I've never seen him before. No way would I have missed a good looking boy like him. But he definitely seems to know me. Whatever, when did he get on the bus? There were a bunch of kids that got on the bus when we passed near the high school. He must have been amongst those kids. Maybe he gets on the bus every day? I don't know if he does. Today is the first time I've used it. I've not been on a bus for years, and I wouldn't have been on it today unless I'd changed my work patterns. Maybe I'll be seeing him every day now? That would be nice. So maybe me taking the boss's option of changing our working times because getting into the city was becoming a pain in the arse during rush hour was more than a good idea? Doing a six `till three shift instead of an eight `till five shift is better all round, especially if it now includes me seeing boys on the bus on the way home. I don't get to see many boys when I'm driving the damned car in the rush hour. Too much traffic.

It was a nice experience catching a bus for a change. Not many people use a bus at 3.15 in the afternoon. Very few people knock off work at that time. I'll be a winner all-round, especially if he's on the bus. But the puzzling bit is why had he waved to me, let alone smiled at me? That's what's flummoxing me. He acted as if he knew me. But I don't know him! Maybe I'll find out tomorrow, if he catches the bus there again. I hope so. Adrian thought.

But at least it made Adrian smile. A very cute and handsome boy had smiled and waved at him. It had been his lucky day.

It was also Adrian's lucky night. He had a real life fantasy to jerk off to when he went to bed.

I love sucking on your gorgeous, hairless boy dick and balls Little Boy Blue. I love your dick. It's as hard as a nail and keeps throbbing when it's in my mouth. That's it Little Boy Blue! Keep pushing it in and out between my lips. That's it! Like that. How long is it? Ten centimetres! Wow! No wonder it's so nice. And I love the way your foreskin keeps slipping on and off your gorgeous knob. Your knob is lovely. Let me kiss it. Now push it back into my mouth. Can you cum? Just a bit of clear juice! That's fantastic and just how I like my boys to be. That's it! Faster! That's it! Wow! Wow! Wow! Wowwwww! Yessssssss!

Did you enjoy that, Little Boy Blue? You did! So did I. Do you want me to do it again? You what? You really want me to fuck you? Are you sure? You are? Good boy. Pull your legs up then. Onto your chest. That's it! Tell me if it hurts. I don't want to hurt you.

It's inside you Little Boy Blue! Shall I push it right in? Yes? Really! Okay then, here it comes. Wow! I'm right inside you now... up to the hilt! Is it nice? It is! Fantastic. You want me to talk dirty! Okay, I'm going to fuck you now! Are you ready for this? You are! Okay. I'm going to fill your lovely tunnel with my hot man spunk. That's it! Tell me you like it Little Boy Blue. Tell me you want to be fucked! So you want to be fucked eh! Okay. You asked for it! Oooohhh! Ooooohhh! Oooohhh! Ooooohhh! Yesssss! Yesssss! Yesssss! Yessssssssss!

That was lovely, Little Boy Blue. Did you enjoy it? You did! That's good. I love making little boys like you happy. It makes me feel all nice and warm inside. Now give me a kiss and you can turn over and spoon into me. We'll go to sleep like that, eh! You want my dick between your thighs? No probs. Open your legs and I'll pop it in. Oooo... that's nice! This is lovely. I can kiss your blonde hair now, and smell at it. It's lovely. I can smell your shampoo. Oooo, you do smell nice. You've got a lovely giggle. Now go to sleep. I've got to be up early in the morning to catch the bus.

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The next day – Tuesday – Adrian caught the early-bird 5.15 am bus into the city. Five stops later the bus didn't stop as it passed Greasley Avenue. There was no one there to pick up. He was sort of disappointed. But he did giggle to himself and thought: I'm a stupid fool. Of course the boy won't get on the bus! It's far too early for schoolboys to be out and about. Very probably, Little Boy Blue will still be snoring away in his comfortable bed. A lovely little boy asleep with his tousled blonde hair on the pillow. How nice! It would be a lot nicer if I was with him, especially if my dick was nestling between his hot thighs just like it was last night when I went to sleep. LOL.

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Adrian's working day went as normal. Well, not quite. Being a lathe turner, much of his work was routine stuff once he'd set everything up, and that gave him time to think, and very often during the day his thoughts keep drifting back to Little Boy Blue. But he was still puzzled why the boy had smiled and waved at him.

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Adrian knocked off at 3 pm and walked to the bus station. He was excited, but he was also on edge. He'd never seen the boy before yesterday, and it could be that he might never see him again unless he was to deliberately go looking for him. But Adrian wouldn't do that. Even though he knew where the boy lived, stalking a boy was not his style. That's big-trouble stuff, that is, and no way would he go there!

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Anyway, when the bus got to the bus stop by the school, there were five boys waiting there, and Adrian was really pleased when he saw Little Boy Blue was amongst them. He watched them noisily piling onto the bus and take seats a few rows in front of him, and Little Boy Blue grinned at him and waved again before he sat down.

Still Adrian was puzzled. Having now seen him closer up made him more sure that he didn't know the boy. But it was obvious that the boy knew him. No way would he be treating Adrian in such a familiar way if he didn't.

The schoolboys were normal little boys: noisy and naughty. But not to the other passengers. It was stuff amongst themselves that kept them occupied. Anyway, a little while later a couple of them got off the bus, leaving just three. Then another one got off at the next stop. And then another got off seven stops before Greasley Avenue, leaving only Little Boy Blue left of the schoolboys, and as soon as the bus pulled away, he turned and grinned at Adrian. Adrian grinned back at him. Then the boy got up from his seat, and carrying his schoolbag, he came along the bus and sat by Adrian. Then he looked up at Adrian and said, "You don't remember me, do you?"

Adrian shook his head. "No. Since you waved at me yesterday I've been puzzled. Do I know you?"

The boy giggled. "I've seen you at the swimming baths. You're always swimming in one of the two swimming lanes. I was with my mate last Saturday morning and you were getting changed at the same time as us when we got out." He giggled again. "My mate Jonah Douglas says you look like David Beckham when you've got nothing on."

Adrian chuckled loudly. "More like David Attenborough, the daft bugger," he said.

Little Boy Blue laughed at that, and then he asked, "What's your name? Where do you live? How old are you? I live in Greasley Avenue. I haven't seen you on this bus before. I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw you." He giggled. "I told Jonah I'd seen you and he said I was lying."

Adrian looked down at Little Boy Blue and thought: he certainly doesn't suffer from shyness. He's a precocious little bugger... a precocious little bugger with the most beautiful blue eyes that sparkle when he's amused. Out loud, he said, "I know where you live. I saw you walk down Greasley Avenue when you got off the bus. I live in Baycliffe Avenue. Number seventeen. I'm Adrian Cunliffe and I'm twenty-seven. How old are you? What's your name?"

The boy's lovely eyes were sparkling when he said, "I'm twelve. My name's Robin Hood."

Adrian giggled and said, "No, seriously, you daft sod; what's your proper name?" (Strangely, he was finding it quite easy to talk to this beautiful little boy.)

The boy was gurgling with amusement when he replied, "It is Robin Hood. Everybody thinks I'm being daft when I tell them. Robin Mark Hood is my full name. I live at number twenty-five. My dad's a car salesman at High Lane Motors. He sells Audis. What do you do?"

"I'm a lathe turner." Adrian looked through the window. It was beginning to rain heavily. "Have you got a raincoat?" he asked. "It's pouring down."

Robin looked past him through the window and said, "Wow! It is, isn't it!" And he got up and chucked his schoolbag onto the seat where he'd been sitting and began to unfasten the plastic, snap-on buckle. Then he took out a packable waterproof jacket, undid it, and leaned against the seats opposite to balance himself while he pulled it over his head.

When he was doing it and struggling to get his arms through the sleeves while it was above his head, his white shirt slipped out of his shorts, revealing a beautiful tummy with a nice innie belly button. Adrian took him all in at one glance. Robin Hood was a beautiful boy, about the right height for his age, and those lovely legs Adrian had looked at when he was walking away from the bus yesterday matched the rest of him. He was damned shapely and Adrian was becoming smitten more each time something new was revealed to him. He's delicious! He thought to himself.

Robin sat back down beside Adrian and beamed another grin. "Won't get wet now, so mum won't shout at me," he said.

Adrian winked at him. "Good lad." The bus stopped and a young woman got on. She was soaking wet and her hair was a mess. She sat down near the front. Then Adrian said to Robin, "Best you get ready to go. Yours is the stop after this one."

Robin looked past him through the window. Then he looked up at Adrian. There was no amusement in his eyes this time when he asked, "Will you be catching this same bus tomorrow?"

Adrian nodded. "I'll be catching the same bus every day now we've changed our working times. That's why you haven't seen me before. I used to drive to work but I start and finish earlier now, so I've decided to use the bus instead of the car."

Adrian's answer seemed to satisfy the boy. He nodded and put his hand on Adrian's thigh and squeezed. "See you tomorrow then Adrian."

And at that he got up and made his way to the front of the bus. When the bus stopped, even though it was pouring down, after he'd pulled the hood of the raincoat over his head, Little Boy Blue wouldn't go until the bus was leaving, and despite the rain, he gave Adrian a big grin and a wave when the bus pulled away. Although Adrian gave him a grin and waved back, his thoughts were melancholy ones when he could no longer see him. It would probably be only twenty-four hours before he saw the boy again, but he was already missing him. And he knew why that was. Robin Hood was getting under his skin in a very nice way.

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We suck each other off and then we finish off with him lying on his back, his knees on his chest and he's gripping his ankles when I thrust deep inside him. He loves it and his little boy nail is throbbing as I fuck him roughly, my long dick deep-shafting him until I fill his lovely innards with my hot man spunk, and at the same time, it's as if he's choking when my pounding brings him to a gurgling climax. The little beauty certainly enjoyed that!

He's snuggled in my arms; our lips gently caressing; and that's when I tell him, "I love you Robin."

He gives me a hot passionate kiss and replies, "I love you Adrian."

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Back to reality after he'd jerked off. Adrian needed to work things out. So, after he'd recovered from wanking himself off and had cleaned up the mess, he went downstairs and made himself a cup of milk cocoa, put half a dozen Rich Tea biscuits on a side plate, and took them upstairs and sat up in bed, thinking while he was drinking his cocoa and nibbling on his biscuits.

One thing that's really intriguing me is that Robin put his hand on my thigh and squeezed it just before he got up to get off the bus. It wasn't my knee. I might have been able to pass that off as Robin just being tactile. It was my thigh he'd squeezed. My upper thigh. Just a short way from where my dick and balls were settled in my pants. No way would anyone do that, even if they were just being tactile. It was a deliberate act. Robin had known exactly what he was doing, just as I would had I done it to Robin. But no way would I have done it to Robin. Had I, a grown man, done it, I could almost have been accused of molesting the boy. Short of grabbing his dick or bottom, it would be as near as damn is to swearing that I was molesting him. So why shouldn't the opposite be the same?

The second thing that's intriguing me is that Robin has seen me naked in the changing rooms at the swimming baths. Well, almost. I was wearing swimming trunks. Robin and his mate couldn't have seen me naked. After showering, everyone goes into a cubicle to get dressed. But I wear proper swimming trunks and not the baggy things that kids wear. I'm a serious swimmer so no way will I wear those damned things. I swim at least one hundred lengths every Saturday morning, and most weeks I go twice in the evenings and swim for an hour.

Robin's pal had said that I looked like David Beckham. That's a compliment if ever I heard one. I'm certainly not an ugly bugger, but it would be stretching it to say that I look like Becks. But why would small boys be admiring a man's body? I can think of one reason, but it would be highly unlikely. Or would it? I'm turned on by boys approaching puberty. Could boys like Robin and his pals, if they're that way inclined, not be turned on by a man in his prime with a good body? Perhaps, when they go to bed, if they're gay, their fantasies will be a stud my age fucking them?

Is that what Robin has done tonight? Has Robin been fantasising about me, just I did about him? Well, he's had a feel at me, which is more than I've had of him. Maybe tomorrow I can return the favour. That might set the cat amongst the pigeons. LOL.

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The following day and the boys boarded the bus again. Robin grinned and waved at Adrian, who tried to hide his wave because he was self-conscious that any passengers behind him might think he was a pervert. The boys were their usual boisterous selves. Adrian tried not to look at them, but he couldn't help himself. He couldn't get enough of looking at Robin, and two or three times he caught Robin taking a secret glance over his shoulder to look at him. The boy seemed to be watching Adrian as closely as he was watching him. Eventually, Robin was the last of the schoolboys on the bus, and as soon as he was, he repeated what he did yesterday; picked up his schoolbag and went and sat next to Adrian. There were still a few people behind them and Adrian was pleased when, quite loudly, Robin said, "Hiya Adrian. We played footy today. We lost three nil. Mum will go mad. I've ripped my shorts. She'll have to buy me some new ones."

What a clever boy! Adrian thought. He's talking openly as if we're family friends or something. For Robin this might mean that he really has nothing to hide by coming to me and talking, but that hand on my thigh yesterday is still bugging me to think this way.

Whatever, Adrian decided to play the same game as Robin, and speaking as openly as the boy did, he said to him, "If your mum shouts at you when you get wet then she'll certainly give you some stick for ripping your shorts. Your dad will have to sell a dozen cars a week to keep you in clothes."

There, our familiarity now means we're not strangers and anybody thinking that a man and small boy sitting together is dodgy will, if they're normal, just dismiss us. Thought Adrian.

Was Robin thinking the same? He opened his legs and let his schoolbag drop between them. That meant that his left knee came into firm contact with Adrian's leg, who just couldn't help himself when his eyes were automatically drawn to Robin's beautiful legs. Robin's shorts were pushed up high on his thighs. He really had got beautiful thighs. There was a weal about halfway along the top of the one that was resting against Adrian, and he considered that the boy might have done it when he was playing football. It would need some antiseptic on it when he got home. Adrian managed to tear his eyes away and look at Robin's face. For just a fraction of a second the boy's eyes were serious. He knew Adrian had been looking at his legs. Then he grinned and asked in a normal voice that couldn't be overheard, "Are you going swimming this Saturday?"

Adrian nodded. "Yes. I go every Saturday. Are you going?"

"Yes. Me and Jonah are going."

"Jonah?" Adrian asked.

Robin grinned. "Yes, Jonah Douglas. Him that says you look like David Beckham."

Adrian chuckled. "Oh him! Tell him from me that I think he's nuts."

Robin dug his knee into Adrian and gave him a big grin. "Jonah never stops talking about you." Then his grin changed into a really mischievous one when he added, "He's jealous now I've told him that I've met you on the bus."

"Why would he be jealous?" asked Adrian.

Robin smirked. "Not telling you." Then he changed the subject and pointed to the mark on his leg. "See what I did today?"

Permission granted to look at his beautiful legs. Adrian liked that. "Playing footy?" He asked Robin.

Robin was now looking down at the mark and rubbing it with his fingers. "Yes. It's sore," he said. Then he reached over, grabbed Adrian's hand and pulled it towards him, took hold of Adrian's index finger and rubbed it over the mark. "Can you feel the bump?" he asked.

Adrian traced his finger in a circle around and gently over the slight swelling. "Yes," he answered, "You need to put something on that when you get home or it might become infected." Then, maybe for no reason other than he'd been wanting to do it for the last twenty four hours, plus he was minded that he might be doing something that Robin would like, and he would be returning a favour, he spanned his hand across Robin's gorgeous soft thigh and squeezed it gently. There, it was done, and having done it, Adrian took his hand away. But he didn't dare to look at Robin to see how his action has affected him. It obviously had, because, for a few seconds, Robin didn't say anything. Then he chirped up as if nothing had happened, "I'll put some Germoline on it."

Adrian looked at him. Robin was grinning, so Adrian grinned back and said, "Good stuff Germoline is. Gets rid of warts on a monkey's bum that does."

Robin gurgled with laughter.

They were now near Robin's bus stop. Robin looked up at Adrian with those gorgeous blue eyes and asked, "See you tomorrow Adrian?"

Adrian nodded and smiled into Robin's eyes. "Hopefully. And Thursday and Friday."

Robin smirked. "And Saturday!"

"And Saturday?"

Robin giggled. "At the swimming baths. Me and Jonah."

Adrian giggled. "Oh, that daft bugger! Tell him I like football, but I'm useless at it. I'd never make a David Beckham."

Robin gave Adrian a naughty chuckle. "I don't think he's interested if you can play footy or not."

Before Adrian had time to question his remark, Robin squeezed Adrian's thigh and got up and picked up his schoolbag. Then he was gone and Adrian was looking at him through the bus window. They were both grinning at one other. Then Robin waved and ran off into his street while a couple of passengers were boarding the bus. The bus pulled away. Robin was quite a way down the street, but he turned and sort of skipped backwards as he waved at Adrian again, and no way could Adrian miss the massive grin on Robin's face.

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Bed time!

Robin is sitting on me, my dick buried deep inside him. He stares down at me and makes sexy gestures with his saliva covered tongue. He's mimicking what I've just done to him; given his gorgeous sphincter a pounding with my tongue while I was jerking him off.

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He'd been on all-fours when I was doing it, and I'd jerked him off between his legs while my tongue was buried deep inside his gorgeous hot tunnel. That was after I'd spent ages licking the back of his thighs and his perineum and sucking his lovely balls, and I was so crazy about his fantastic bottom that I've left love bites on both succulent cheeks. And then, before I would let him mount me, I jerked myself off by rubbing my dick up and down between those mercurial pieces of his flesh, eventually spurting ropes of my hot spunk up his back and onto the back of his head. Only after all that did I allow him to become the master.

He ordered me to lie on my back and then grinned evilly at me. I knew what was coming. He took hold of my raging hard dick and placed it by his love muscle. I saw him push out at the same time as he lowered himself onto me. Still that evil grin as he teased my hardness to go deep inside him, finally settling his small buttocks on my mass of pubic hair.

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Saliva drips from his tongue into my open mouth. This is what he does... my beautiful, sexy, twelve year old Little Boy Blue with those azure eyes that sparkle like diamonds. He begins to rotate his delicious small body, using his stomach muscles to clamp tight on me. My dick is trapped within him. He knows it. He's in command. Faster; faster; faster, and then I watch his hairless small dick spasm and a trickle of boy spunk emerge from his slit just as I fill his insides with my hot man spunk. His mouth is wide open; he's breathing heavily, but he's not finished. He slides off me and scoots up my body and pushes his spunky dick into my mouth. He grabs my hair and rams himself against my face; almost knocking me senseless because he's sex mad. And then it happens for him again, and he grinds his pubic bone against my face until it hurts.

I'm leaning over him now. My Little Boy Blue is all sweetness and light. I've drained him of his sexuality, just as he's drained me. It's loving time. I lower my head. He wraps his small hands around the back of it and pulls my head down until our lips are locked together in passion unbounded. We are deeply in love.

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Thursday. Four boys got onto the bus. No Little Boy Blue! Where is he! Adrian thought. Adrian wanted to shout and ask them where he was. But he didn't do that. Instead, feeling very sad and disappointed, he sulked all the way home.

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That evening, Adrian went to the swimming baths, and he'd been doing it for almost an hour and it was nearly time for him to stop swimming. Swimming was a lot like work to Adrian. Once he'd got into the rhythm, his mind went where it wanted to go, and while he was swimming he'd been thinking about Little Boy Blue. Why wasn't he on the bus? Is he ill? Please don't let him be ill! He's too beautiful to be poorly. Adrian ended the swimming session and got changed and went home.

More thoughts from Adrian when he got home; melancholy thoughts this time. Home! It's not a home. It's a place to live. If Little Boy Blue lived here with me, it would be a home. I'd be on the bus with him when I'd finished work. We would secretly hold hands on the bus. Then, as soon as we got into the house, we'd both run laughing to the bedroom. Sex! We'd make proper love for hours. Lots of sex and lots of love. Then we'd go to sleep and he'd be snuggled in my arms, his blonde hair smelling sweetly in my nostrils. Yes, then it would be a home.

After those thoughts, Adrian got the sulks again, and he couldn't even be bothered to have a wank.

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Friday. The bus was nearing the stop where the boys got on. Adrian leaned his face against the window, trying to look up the road to see if Little Boy Blue was there. There were a group of boys at the bus stop. Adrian's heart leapt with joy when he saw that Robin was amongst them.

The boys all piled onto the bus; showing their bus passes to the driver as they did so. Again the boys managed to get seats in front of Adrian. Robin gave Adrian a big grin. He returned it with an even bigger grin. Contact! Utter relief. Phew!

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All the other boys had got off the bus when Robin walked back to Adrian. He settled in the seat and allowed his schoolbag to drop between his legs. Then he looked up at Adrian with only a half-smile upon his face. Their eyes met and held for a moment, and then Robin asked, "Did you miss me?"

Adrian considered making a joke about the boy's absence, but he didn't. Instead, he asked, "Were you ill?"

Robin shook his head. "I stayed behind with Jonah. He was practicing on his guitar. He can't do it at home because his dad goes mad about the noise he makes." He looked up at Adrian. "You should hear him play. He's a genius."

"What sort of music is he into?" asked Adrian.

"Probably not your sort. He's into blues and some rock. He wants to be the next Jimi Hendrix." Robin giggled. "You should see him when he's playing. You'd think he was having sex with the faces he pulls."

Adrian giggled. "I'll take your word for it. I've never seen a twelve year old having sex."

Robin burst out laughing and eventually said, "I'll tell him what you said. He'll kill himself laughing when I do."

"And why would he do that?" asked Adrian.

Robin smirked. "Not telling you." Then Robin looked up, right into Adrian's eyes. "You still going swimming tomorrow?"

"Yes. Are you?"

Robin grinned and nodded. "Be there before you." Then his grin really widened. "Bring some dosh with you. After swimming, you can take me and Jonah to Maccy Dee's."

Adrian couldn't help but chuckle at the boy's naughtiness. "And you can both sod off! You can buy your own Big Macs."

Robin leaned right back in his seat and grinned up at Adrian. "Chicken burger for me. With large fries and a vanilla milkshake. Because he thinks you're ace, Jonah will have a double burger with large fries and a Fanta. What are you having?"

They were both giggling now, but something else was happening. Something special. The conversation was cementing their friendship, and it was all down to Robin's gregarious nature. The beautiful boy was opening doors to familiarity between them. It was wonderful. In fact it was so wonderful that Adrian grabbed Robin's knee and pinched it tightly, which made the boy laugh. Robin had a wonderful laugh. A high pitched one that showed his lovely white teeth. Then he grabbed Adrian's hand with both his and prised it away, and said, "Bully! Now you've definitely got to take us to Maccy Dee's to make up for that!"

Adrian chuckled. They were both looking into each other's eyes. Then Adrian placed his hand on Robin's knee again and squeezed it very gently before stroking it with his thumb. And then he took his hand away. He could sense it rather than see it... it was just a slight change in the way Robin was looking at him. Robin knew exactly what was going through Adrian's mind, and Adrian also knew that his actions had not been seen in a bad light. In fact, Adrian sort of detected that Robin was pleased with what he'd done.

They were getting near where Robin got off the bus. It was not raining so there was no need for the raincoat antics. Instead, Robin leaned over Adrian and looked out the window, pretending to see where they were, and as he did that, he placed his right hand on Adrian's thigh. He was there longer than he should have been. He needed to stay that long because his hand was stroking Adrian's thigh very near where his dick was. Then, as if nothing had happened between them, he bounced up and grabbed his schoolbag and he had a massive grin on his face when he said, "See you tomorrow Ade. Maccy Dee's. Bring plenty of dosh!" And he was gone.

Adrian watched him running down his street. Again Robin turned around and waved as he danced backwards as the bus pulled away.

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That night, after Adrian had wanked off thinking about Robin, he lay in bed thinking about other things that had happened.

Something isn't quite as it should be. Robin's friend Jonah keeps coming up in our conversations. What was it Robin said? `Because he thinks you're ace, Jonah will have a double burger with large fries and a Fanta.' And earlier in the week Robin had mentioned that it was Jonah who said he looked like David Beckham. Jonah! Is Robin setting me up to meet Jonah? But it isn't Jonah who has squeezed my thigh, it's Robin. Are the two of them at it? At it? What does that mean? It couldn't possibly mean that two boys fancy me at the same time. Could it? I've never had proper sex with a boy in my life, and now they're like buses... two arriving at the same time! Don't be bloody daft Adrian! That sort of stuff only happens in dirty stories. Anyway, this Jonah boy might be an ugly little bugger, and I like my boys to be good-looking. Get off to sleep you idiot!

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Right, that's enough for now. I'll tell you what happened at the swimming baths in the next part.

Further reading from the British author, Richard Darby:

https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/whats-it-all-about-alfie/

https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/little-willie-stevenson/

Contact Richard Darby... richt4t1958@gmx.com

Further reading from the American author, Robert Lawrence:

https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/dark-haired-wonder.html

https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/kodak-moments.html

https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/pennsy-puppies/

Contact Robert Lawrence... richt4t1958@gmx.com