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The well-dressed boy.

 

By John T. S. Teller.

 

Part 10.

 

The feelings I was getting as I stumbled from my slumber were those of being awake and yet only half-awake; slipping out of the most fabulous erotic dream; not wanting to wake, and trying desperately to fall back into unconscious ecstasy. But the reality of having two hands gently manipulating my rigid shaft while a hot, wet mouth engulfed my swollen knob dragged me out of the depths of a deep sleep. The mouth eased off me, and I felt cold air touch the sensitive protrusion, then teeth nibbling at my fraenum, sending shivers through me at the mixture of exotic pain and sensual bliss. The hot mouth and breath went lower and I felt lips kissing my balls, and I realized that my legs were spread wide apart and someone was between them. The kissing progressed, alternating between my inner thighs, and then a face nuzzling and pressing against my pubic hairs below the base of my dick. Hands gripped my shaft again, and I felt my foreskin being pulled slowly on and off the swollen head, fingers tight on the upstroke to get it back over the ridge of the corona. A hot mouth engulfed my knob again: a familiar mouth that knew every sensory nerve that could reach deep into my inner senses, and I sat up suddenly, and cried, "Harry!"

 

But it was not Harry that scrambled away from me in shock, it was Joel, and he had a look of horror on his face that he'd been undone in his secret caresses. He pulled his hands to his chest, and muttered, "I'm sorry, Frank. I'm really sorry."

 

I stared at him in almost disbelief, and then held my arms out to him. "Come here! I'm sorry, Joel. I'm sorry!"

 

Tears were streaming from his eyes when he came reluctantly to me, and I had to pull him over onto me in a fierce embrace before he would accept the sincerity of my words. I hugged him very tightly, and whispered in his ear, "You gave me a shock." I kissed his hair. "A beautiful shock! I thought I was having a beautiful dream!" Joel shuddered with suppressed emotion, trying to stop crying. "Shhhh. Shhhhhh. You've nothing to be sorry about," I whispered.

 

Joel lifted himself and stared down into my face, and through his tears, he mumbled, "I was trying to be Harry for you."

 

Never taking my eyes from his, I ran my hand down the curves of his back, onto the soft buttocks, and down the back of his sensual, slim thighs. I reversed the process, and when my hand was behind his head, I pulled him to me and kissed his sweet lips with passion. Then I smiled at him, and said, "I don't want you to be Harry Washington. I want you to be Joel Windsor, the beautiful boy I need more than anything."

 

Joel sniffled. "More than Harry?"

 

I nodded. "Yes. I love Harry very much, but what I need now is Joel Windsor, this beautiful young man who's lying on top of me, and who I think is the most gorgeous creature on earth. You don't need to be anyone else for me! I love you!"

 

Joel half-smiled through his tears. "Honest!"

 

I smiled. "Honest! Cross my heart and hope to die if I'm not telling you the absolute truth." Again Joel burst into tears, and as they dripped onto my face, I knew they were tears of utter relief, and my love for this beautiful boy with the auburn hair and deep brown eyes exploded from me in a moment of unadulterated, passionate need as I crushed his wet mouth to mine and gave him a kiss that he could not have interpreted as anything other than what I really felt for him. And he returned the kiss with equal passion.

 

**********

 

"Did you really think I was Harry," Joel chuckled as he looked down into my eyes.

 

I looked up at him. "I daren't say after what's just happened. I don't want to upset you again."

 

Joel shook his head. "You won't upset me now I know how much you love me. Tell me... did you really think I was Harry?"

 

I nodded. Then I smiled. "Somebody has been teaching you naughty things!"

 

Giggles now, and shakes of the shoulder as he squirmed in embarrassment. "He told me all about your secret places."

 

I gave him a wide-eyed look of admonishment. "Told you!"

 

Joel could hold in his embarrassment no longer, and he collapsed onto me to hide his face before saying with a giggle, "Well, he taught me."

 

I chuckled. "Naughty boys! Both of you! Anyway, did he take into account that you may not like doing what he did?"

 

Joel lifted his head, stared into my eyes again, and there was a look of admonishment on his face. "I do like it! I wouldn't have done it otherwise!" Then he dropped down on me again, and giggled into my neck. "Just wait until you find out about all the other things I like doing."

 

I chuckled, and held him close. "And I suppose Harry had a hand in those, too?"

 

His voice was muffled. "Some of it. Some I made him do so I could practice what I liked."

 

"And how long has this education being going on?"

 

Joel lifted his head again. "Ever since everything went wrong. I was going crazy because I couldn't see you. Harry kept telling me that we had to be apart so the press and the others didn't find out about us. He said if they did, the Social Services would have taken me away from him and Rosemarie. I didn't want that. Harry said I had to be patient and one day it would work out." He grinned. "Now it has worked out, and Harry was right. We're here together and I can do all the things I've been dying to do with you, and all the things for you that you like doing."

 

I smiled at him. "You're not quite ready for all the things yet. That might take another year."

 

Joel cocked his head to one side, and grinned. "Wanna bet?"

 

I looked at him with a puzzled expression. "He hasn't taught you that!"

 

Joel kissed me on the lips, and then he whispered into my mouth, "Shall I show you?" Then he sat up on my midriff. "Wait here. I won't be long."

 

He got off the bed and went to the bathroom. He was quite a while. All sorts of things were going through my mind as I fondled my rigid dick that wouldn't go down as I heard him showering, and I shivered in anticipation of what might be in store for me. I wouldn't put anything past Harry! I looked at my watch. The sun had gone down, and I knew it was night time... but how long had we slept after that moment of passion that rendered us both unconscious from the after-affects of sensual shock? I'd seen Harry have some climaxes that left me reeling, but Joel's reaction to what we did was the most intense I'd ever seen. Orgasms usually last but a short while, but Joel's double climax had gone on for so long and with such passion that his whole body was contorting for ages, and I had never, ever ejaculated without stimulation before. But seeing the beautiful boy in convulsions of ecstasy had sent me into a paroxysm of sensory overload that my brain couldn't cope with. Like Joel, it had been the climax of relieved need caused by our enforced absence.

 

Almost midnight. We had slept for five hours!

 

An almost bashful Joel emerged from the bathroom. He was completely naked, his dick so hard that it was almost touching his belly, and in his hand was a washbag. His hair was brushed to perfection, and when he came near me, I could smell lavender on him. Harry had taught him well! The smell of boy and lavender was my turn-on, and Harry had used it often to stimulate me when I'd been busy and he needed his fix. But I didn't need the lavender. The beauty of the boy coming towards me was enough to send me crazy. Naked and aroused, he was an aphrodisiac. My weakness was for slim, young-looking boys with curvaceous waists and long legs... and Joel was perfection. Even Harry at his most appealing was not as beautiful as this boy who was approaching me with intent, bag in hand, and a bashful grin on his face.

 

I expected foreplay, but I didn't get it. When Joel got on the bed, he immediately went into the doggy position, his head resting on his pillow, staring at me as he pushed the washbag towards me. I looked into his eyes. He didn't flinch. He was waiting for me to take him the way I loved to take willing boys. I unzipped the washbag and inspected the contents. In it was a slim, vibrating dildo, a number of packs of condoms, a large tube of KY Gel, and some wipes. The boy had come prepared. I took out a pack of condoms and showed them to Joel. "Did Harry use these?" Joel's head nodded on the pillow. I smiled at him. "I never used one with Harry, and I'm not going to use one with you. I don't have AIDS, and I can't see any way that you have if Harry always used one of these."

 

Joel sounded quite grown up when he said, "Harry always used one whatever we did because he wanted to keep me clean for you. He said he trusted me, and you, but he said he'd never trust anyone else... even Rosemarie."

 

"Do you mind if I don't use one?"

 

Joel smiled, and shook his head. "I hoped you wouldn't."

 

**********

 

As I knelt behind Joel, he turned his head, and said, "Frank, Harry said that I should tell you that I'm exactly like him. He said that you should do what you used to do to him."

 

I leaned over, kissed his back, and whispered in his ear, "Thank you Joel. I love you."

 

Joel let out a long, shuddering sigh when I said that, and I saw his eyes close and a smile cross his face as he relaxed his head on the pillow.

  

 

**********

 

Exactly like Harry. Unlike me, who was a natural `top', Harry was a natural `bottom' who enjoyed the delights of penetration. I couldn't stand it, and I never allowed Harry to do it. Everything else was on offer, but not that. But he never once complained. Why should he? On a purely selfish need, me stimulating the erogenous zones that I knew so well: his neck and nipples and along the curvature of his spine, servicing his dick, and the most erogenous zone of all; the button of pleasure hidden away in his tunnel of love, was, apart from the love he needed, all he asked from me. And I was now about to find out if Joel was indeed Exactly like Harry.

 

**********

 

Boys' bottoms come in all shapes and sizes, and Joel's was perfect for me. There was just enough flesh on it to make it not bony, and not too much to make it inaccessible for full penetration, and when Joel's hands came down and pulled his bum cheeks apart, there was no need for me to search and feel for his entrance. I could see it, and when I did see it, I knew that Harry had prepared him well. And when I pressed my lubricated dick into the orifice of desire, it slipped easily past the first obstacle, and I watched in satisfaction as the puckered skin closed and trapped my swollen knob inside him. I looked at Joel's face, and saw that he was at ease. So, very gently, I led my little lamb into the fold of sexual desire, searching as I went in further for his magic button. When he shuddered, I knew we'd arrived.

 

**********

 

A hour and half later, both of us still naked, we were sitting up in bed, eating Eccles Cakes that we'd brought from England, and drinking hot chocolate. Joel was half turned away from me, leaning against my shoulder, his legs spread wide, the satiated penis soft, and nestling on his balls. Through a mouthful of flaky pastry and raisins, he mumbled, "You eat like a pig!"

 

I chuckled. "I'm bloody starving!"

 

Joel turned his head up to me, and grinned. Then he opened his mouth and pushed masticated cake out of it with his tongue. I leaned down and sucked it from his tongue. He grinned. I chewed. We laughed, and after he'd bitten into his cake again, he chewed some more and offered it to me again, and again I took the morsel from him.

 

When we'd finished the cakes and drinking chocolate, he relaxed back onto me, so I wrapped an arm round him and fondled his beautiful body with my hand and fingers. When I cupped his balls in my hand and fondled his dick with my thumb, it sprang immediately to attention. He looked up at me with his big, brown, sexy eyes. "I think the Eccles Cake has worked."

 

I chuckled. "It's the raisins."

 

He grinned, and relaxed back onto me again. We sat in silence for a while, and then he said, "Frank, what will we do when we get back to England?"

 

I kissed his hair. "I might not go back to England."

 

The moment I said that, "Joel sprang up onto his knees, stared into my face with a very worried look on his face, and then he asked, "You don't mean that, do you?"

 

I nodded. "I've been thinking about it for a while."

 

Joel was almost in tears. "But what about us?"

 

I shrugged my shoulders. "That's up to you."

 

He looked at me with a puzzled expression on his face. "I don't understand."

 

Again I shrugged my shoulders. "You could stay here with us, or you could go back to England."

 

"Us?"

 

I nodded. "Us. Harry and Rosemarie are buying a place in town, and a boat to make a living. I'll probably live here alone. Unless you want to live with me?"

 

Joel's face was rocking from side to side, like a puzzled monkey. "I don't understand."

 

I reached out, pulled him onto my lap, his legs straddling me, and stared into his beautiful eyes. "It was Harry's idea, so don't blame me. He said he was fed up with England and the press and the Social Services, and he said he wanted to make a new beginning away from it all."

 

"Without me?"

 

I shook my head. "No. He said you had a choice. You could go in a home or come with us. So it's up to you."

 

Joel began to cry; tears rolling down his cheeks, but he was grinning. "Do you really mean it, Frank?"

 

I nodded. "Yes. When this holiday is over, we'll all go back to England and sort out everything that needs to be taken care of, and then we'll be back here for Christmas at the latest. As far as Social Services are concerned, you'll be living with Harry and Rosemarie, but in reality, you'll be living with me. Well, is that what you want?"

 

For an answer, Joel threw himself into my arms and hugged me so tight that he was hurting my shoulders. I managed to prise him off me, and said, "No need to get so excited!"

 

Joel sat back on my lap, threw his arms up in the air, clenched and shook his fists, and yelled, "Oh yes! Oh Yes! Oh Yes!"

 

I laughed, and he laughed, and we ended up rolling over and over on the bed in each other's arms until we could laugh no more. When we'd calmed down, Joel was lying on the bed, and I was over him, staring down into his still teary eyes. I leaned down and kissed him gently on the lips. He reached up and stroked the sides of my head with both hands. I kissed him again. "I love you Joel. I love you more than anything on this earth. You've had enough shit in your young life. It's time for you to be happy."

 

More tears now, seeping unashamedly from his eyes as he stared into mine. "Thank you Frank. You can be my new dad now. I've always wanted you to be that."

 

I pulled a face at him. "Just your dad?"

 

He grinned through his tears. "A special kind of dad. One that does everything a dad does, and one that does everything a dad shouldn't do."

 

I chuckled. "And that's the kind of dad I want to be to you, and I promise I'll take care of you, and when you're grown up and want to do your own thing, I'll always look after you for as long as you want me to."

 

"Just like Harry?"

 

I smiled and nodded. "Just like Harry. I promise."

 

Joel put his hands behind my head and pulled my lips to his. He kissed me softly, and said, "Love me please!"

 

**********  **********  **********

 

Both in warm dressing gowns, Joel with his back to me, his head resting under my chin, clutching my arms that were enfolded around him, we stood on the patio listening to various sentimental background music that I'd recorded coming from the CD player, watching the sun slowly appear around the headland to our left. Joel lifted his head, and looked at me. "It's beautiful, isn't it, Frank?"

 

I kissed his soft lips. "Yes. Very beautiful... just like the boy in my arms."

 

Joel smiled. "You say the most beautiful things. You make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Is that how you feel?"

 

Again I kissed his lips. "Yes, but more than that. I feel loved and warm and all fuzzy inside, and when I look at you, I think of you growing up in this beautiful place where the sun will tan your body to a gorgeous brown that will go splendidly with your magnificent eyes and hair, and I see you going off in the morning to help Harry and Rosemarie in their business, and you coming home to me in the evening, all bright-eyed and bushy tailed. And then when you get older, you can have a boat of your own, and you become the delightfully happy person who still loves Frank Lee."

 

Joel smiled, and returned the kiss. "I'll always love you, Frank, just like Harry does, and when you get old, we'll both look after you and take care of you."

 

I smiled at him. "You promise?"

 

He nodded. "I promise."

 

I was deeply moved by Joel's sincerity, and I hugged him to me, resting my head on the warmth of his soft hair that smelled of lavender. Below us and to our left was the beautiful town of Argassi with its white houses and red roofs, and the sparkling azure water of the Ionian Sea stretched to the horizon. A couple of miles away was a young man who had been my beautiful lover when he was a boy, and who I would love all my life now he was a man, and in my arms was a boy who was now my lover, and who I would love all my life when he, too, became a man.

 

My thoughts went back to that day in the church when I first saw my Well-dressed Boy in his beautiful white suit and his fabulous auburn hair and deep brown eyes. I wanted him then, but I never thought it would happen. But now he was alive and real in my arms, tears fell from my eyes onto his soft hair as I hugged him. Joel knew I was crying, but he didn't ask why. He didn't need to: he knew he was the reason I was so utterly content with what we had. Instead, he clutched my arms more firmly, kissed them, and said, "I love you, Frank."

 

Just as he said that, on the dark side of the horizon, I saw Venus twinkling in the half-light, and I thought of Harry and his oft repeated `It's all in the stars'. As always, he was right, and just to amplify this beautiful moment, the background music changed to George Michael singing The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face, and nothing on earth could have been more beautiful when I kissed Joel's head, and said, "I love you too, my beautiful, Well-dressed Boy."

 

**********

 

The end, but not the end. What about the future? There's always a future. What did it hold for Frank and Joel and Harry? Would their associations, like many do, founder on the rocks of reality, or could they really live happily ever after? An Epilogue – part 11 – will follow in a few days, and I'll tell you what did happen to them. Au Revoir. JT.

 

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