Date: Wed, 14 Apr 1999 11:56:38 PDT From: TellerOf Tales Subject: Simon's Story Part 18 WARNING: This story may contain descriptions of sexual acts between boys of similar ages. If this is not to your tastes or is not legal in your locality, please leave now! The story and its associated characters are entirely fictional and any resemblance to people, living or otherwise, is purely coincidental. Some parts of the story have been idealised. The author has copyrighted this story. A single copy had been placed in the Nifty Archive. Do not distribute it to any newsgroups and/or other web-sites without permission from the author. This has developed into a bit of a novelette and you may find it easier to read the previous parts first. Classification: Oral Simon story part 18 Simon takes a swim With the funeral behind them, Simon's return to his usual cheerful self could start. After hearing his father's words at the grave side, he was determined now to get his life together and live it to the full starting that evening. "Robby! Robby!" Simon called. He heard the thud of Robby's feet as he ran down the stairs. "We're going to Scouts tonight!" "Are you sure you're ready?" Robert asked. "We're going!" Simon had made his mind up and nothing was going to change it. Robert told his mum what they were doing before he followed Simon upstairs to get changed. They made it to Scouts just in time for flag break. Everyone was a little surprised considering what he had been through that day, but there he stood at the head of his Patrol apparently ready for anything. While they were changing into activity gear, a couple of the boys told Simon how sorry they were about his mum and dad. Sure it upset him, but what surprised them most was when he stood up and announced to everyone that he was grateful for their words of condolence, but would now like to get on with the meeting. Everyone just stared at him in silence. Skip took him to one side and had a chat with him, which was when skip understood why he had done it. Simon really put 100% into everything he did that night. If the truth was known, he was probably pushing himself too hard, but like most teenagers, he knew best. Robert mentioned it a couple of times, but all Simon said was OK. The Troop meeting finished and Simon and Robert walked home with Alex. They chatted all the way about what they could do when they stopped over. Alex's dad met them at the door and after greeting them all, he took Simon to one side for a moment and placed one of his hands on the top of Simon's head and the other on his neck while he just looked deep into his eyes. Simon was a little weary of what was going on at first, but soon realised that Alex's dad knew what he was going through and in his own way was trying to ease Simon's pain. "So how do you feel now Si'?" Alex asked. "Strange. It's as if all of my cares drifted out of me and left a sorta vacuum that I have to fill with my own life." Simon replied. "Wow!" Robert said excitedly. "How did he do it?" "That's what we call an oriental mystery." Alex replied. All four of them, Simon, Robert, Alex and Alex's dad spent the next 10 minutes or so making the arrangements for the following Friday when Robert and Simon would be stopping over. With the arrangements made, Simon and Robert headed for home. There was just one possible problem that worried them both: Michael. When they got home, Robert's mum was watching TV in the sitting room and after the usual greetings, the boys sat down, one on either side of her. "Come on. Out with it." She said knowing that they were after something. "We've got the chance to go to a sleep-over at Alex's next Friday after Scouts. Can we go?" Robert asked. "I can't see why not. You both need something to take your mind off the events of the past week or so." "Thanks." Simon said. "But what about Michael?" "Don't worry. Dad and I usually do the night shift. An extra night won't make any difference." "Thanks mum." The boys said together before giving her a hug and heading off up stairs. While they were up stairs they bumped into Robert's dad. Well, they smelt something that told them what Robert's dad had been doing: changing Michael. "Pooh! What a pong!" Robert said. "You can say that again!" Came a voice from the other room. Simon and Robert burst out laughing. Simon went through and took over. Besides, he wanted some time with Michael. Robert changed and went looking for Arthur. It didn't take him long to track him down. The rhythmic thump, thump, thump from his stereo led Robert straight to him. He gently pushed the door open to his brother's room. What he saw shocked him. There, lying on the bed, was his brother and right beside him was Sarah-Louise. At first he thought it was only some sort of `touchy-feely' game, but he soon realised it was more serious than that. Their hands were all over each other's body and they seemed permanently joined at the lips. Robert quietly pulled the door closed and headed off down stairs. Simon was in the sitting room with Michael on the large settee and mum and dad were on the small one. There was a program on the TV about relationships. They were all engrossed especially when Peter, the councillor they had seen, came on. He was taking part in a discussion about gay relationships and his opponents were a "typical" middle-class couple with Victorian attitudes. Peter stood no chance of enlightening them. The couple kept going on about the morals of single gender relationships. It was their only argument apart from the law. But Peter talked about instance after instance that he had seen where young people had a mature and legal relationship. He even mentioned that he had seen it in people as young as 13. Robert and Simon's attention peaked. He didn't mention any names or specific detail, but the boys knew it was them that he was referring to. They looked at each other and smiled. The program finished and Simon took Michael up and lay him in his cot at the foot of the bed. As Robert was on his way up, he passed Sarah-Louise on the stairs. As they passed she gave him a hug and a quick peck on the cheek. Robert flushed bright red. Arthur on the other hand wasn't very pleased, but knew better than to say anything until after she had left. He went back up stairs, but instead of going straight to bed went into Simon and Robert's room. He jumped straight onto the bed pinning Robert down, his arms under the covers. "You lay off of my bird!" He almost shouted. "She's mine!" "What the hell are you on about?" Simon asked. "He kissed my bird on the stairs." Arthur replied. "No! She kissed me!" Robert argued. "Whoa! You two." Simon said firmly as he grabbed Arthur's wrist as he was about to land one on a defenceless Robert. "You have forgotten one thing Squirt." Simon said. Arthur rounded on him. "My name is A.R.T.H.U.R. Arthur!" "You have still forgotten one thing. Robert is gay. He's not interested in girls." "So tell him to leave Sarah-Louise alone!" "Me leave her alone! You should have seen what they were up to earlier." Robert retaliated. Arthur went red and scrambled off of the bed and ran out of the room. "What they were doing was almost pornographic." Robert laughed. "Shut it!" Simon said angrily. "What's wrong with you?" Robert asked. "You and your brother are always arguing and I hate it! Life is too short for pointless squabbles." Robert just lay there. Simon finished getting undressed and climbed in to bed. Robert put his arm around Simon's shoulders. "Sorry Si'. I didn't do anything, it was all Sarah-Louise." Robert said softly. "I know." Simon replied. "She has had a crush on you for ages now and until tonight, I though she was using Arthur to get to you, but after what you saw tonight, I am not so sure. Was it really that bad?" Robert whispered what he had seen in Simon's ear. Simon almost blushed. "See what I mean?" Robert asked. "I think we need to have a chat with him. And her, before things get out of hand." "I agree. If dad knew what was going on, he would go ballistic." Simon switched the bedside light out and the boys cuddled down. They had just got comfortable when Simon was forced to get out of bed. Michael was crying. He climbed back in to bed a few minutes later. "Just wind, thank God!" Simon said as he settled down again. He had just got comfortable for a second time when he was disturbed again. This time, it was Robert trying to get Simon's knees up. Before Simon really twigged what was going on, Robert's backside was in his face. He gently massaged the two round globes as he gently kissed them both. Robert was doing pretty much the same thing under the covers, but this time he became more daring and swiped his tongue across between Simon's cheeks. Simon almost screamed as the sensations shot through him. He heard a muffled chuckle from beneath the covers. 'Right you sod,' Simon thought as he did the same back to Robert. Robert wasn't so restrained as a muffled shriek came from under the blankets and his whole body shook violently for a few seconds. "Bloody hell Robby. Are you OK?" Simon asked lifting the covers. "WOW! That was ace!" Came the reply as Robert repeated the action on Simon. It had pretty much the same effect on Simon this time as it had on Robert last time, but Robert kept going. Simon was nearly a gibbering wreck as his body shook and his pleasure levels rocketed. This continued for a few more seconds before Simon let out a serious groan. "You messy bugger!" Robert said as he crawled out the bottom of the bed. Simon just lay there, his body still in spasm. The evidence of Simon's excitement was plain to see as it dripped and ran down Robert's neck and chest. Simon was now lying very still with his eyes closed. Robert looked at him lovingly. Then he realised Simon hadn't moved for a few minutes. "Si'. SI'. Are you ok?" Robert asked as he scrambled round the bed to get closer to his lover's face. "Come on SI'. Stop fuckin' around." The covers were all pulled down towards the foot of the bed where Robert dragged himself out leaving Simon's chest and arms exposed. Robert leant closer to see if Simon was breathing. Nothing! He was starting to panic. What had he done to his lover? He moved his lips closer to Simon's. He was ready to start CPR when suddenly Simon shouted "Gotcha!" as he wrapped his arms around Robert and gave him a hug so tight it was almost a bear hug. "You shit!" Robert said. Suddenly he yelped! "Is this what you two call looking after the baby?" Robert's mother asked having just swatted Robert's bear behind. With all the commotion they hadn't heard the baby start crying. Simon immediately rolled Robert to one side and crawled rapidly down the bed. He was about to pick him up when Robert's mother said. "Not in that state your not!" She picked the baby up and left the room. Both boys instantly went the colour of ripe cherries. They were covered in who knows what. Simon sat on the foot of the bed. His head hung low. He felt really bad. He had let his brother down, his parents down and most of all his new parents. Robert felt pretty much the same because he had let Simon down. It was, after all, his fault. He started their new game that had caused all the noise. They headed off to the bathroom both reaching for their bathrobes. Something they hadn't really done before. After a quick and silent wash they went back to bed. Simon lay on his side as the tears of disappointment rolled down his face. Robert cuddled up close behind him holding him in a tight but comfortable hug. "You can get that thing away for a start." Simon said as he passed his hand down between them brushing Robert's favourite toy away from his behind. "Sorry Si'. I didn't mean . . . " Robert was cut short. "It's not your fault." Simon said as he turned to face Robert. They both hugged each other tight and fell asleep. Both were feeling miserable. Neither had realised that standing in the open doorway was Robert's dad. He was going to give them a piece of his mind, but decided against it when he heard how hard the boys were being on themselves. Robert's father returned to bed and lay there chatting quietly to his wife. She was a little surprised when he told her he hadn't spoken to the boys. But when he explained what he had heard she too was satisfied. He also commented on the bathrobes. They concluded that the boys were definitely growing up especially in light of the responsibility they usually showed when looking after the baby. The house descended into almost silence. The only sound that could be heard was from Arthur. The rhythmic rustle of bed covers and his breathing getting deeper and quicker and finally a groan of pleasure. "It sounds like you need to speak to Arthur though." Robert's mum said seriously. "If it isn't the two, it's the one. I'll deal with that in the morning." He turned the light out and apart from the baby disturbing them several times the night passed uneventfully. Being a Saturday, the boys set about their chores, which now included looking after the baby. When they had finished, Simon picked up his keys and the two boys and the baby headed off to Simon's house. Simon was very unsteady as he opened the front door. Most of his parents things had been taken away. That didn't worry him too much, he was more interested in his old room. Again most of his things were now over at Robert's, his new home, but he had to empty his hidey-hole while he had the chance. It wasn't really for hiding things from his parents, it was more a place where he kept things that were precious to him. He even made Robert look away as he opened it up. He didn't know why. Robert was amazed at the things he was getting out and placing into a carrier bag. There was a picture of Simon and his aunt Flow. Just looking at it brought a tear to his eye. There were a few other odds- and-ends, but Simon didn't explain what they were all about. Then Robert recognised a newspaper. On the front page was a story about a Scout saving another from a river. The memories came flooding back to him. It happened on summer camp last year. Simon and he had had a bit of an argument and Robert fell in the river. Simon of course rescued him and they both ended up in hospital over night with hypothermia. "You remember it too then?" Simon asked. "How can I forget?" Robert replied as he leant forward and kissed Simon on the cheek. Both boys smiled at each other. Simon had finished emptying his hidey-hole and with the carrier bag neatly tucked into the foot of the pram they headed for home. As they were leaving there was a man outside with Robert's dad. He was in the process of putting up a "For Sale" board. The boys passed the time of day with the men politely before heading off home. Robert's dad arrived home shortly after they had. "You two were the last people I expected to find round at Mike's." Robert's father said to the boys. "It was the last place I expected to be, but Si' wanted to go round and I wasn't going to let him go alone." Robert replied. "It's ok. I would have been surprised if he hadn't." The boys headed off into the kitchen. They were busy preparing baby Michael's feeding bottles when their mum came in. "Are you ok love?" She asked Simon, catching Robert off guard. "Fine." Robert replied. "Just a bit down." Simon replied as he turned and hugged her tight. His trip to his old home had had more of an effect on him than he had anticipated. "Don't worry. Remember, we are all here for you if you need us." Simon smiled and returned to helping Robert with the feeds. "By the way, you two have some washing to do." She continued. "What?" Robert said a little too surprisedly. "You have some sheets and a quilt cover to wash after last night. That wasn't like either of you. You're usually so careful not to make a mess." The boys both glowed red. It was now obvious she had been checking up on them. "M-u-m." Robert said in a wavering tone. "You made the mess, you clear it up." She turned and left. "I'll do it." Robert said. "You finish up here." With that Robert turned and started filling the washing machine. It didn't take him long to get the load on and both boys sat down at the kitchen table for a cup of tea. Less than an hour later the sheets and quilt cover were out on the line drying. "Mum, we're off out for a while. OK?" Simon shouted out. "OK. See you later." Came the reply from dad. The boys wandered off and found themselves walking along the riverbank. The river was much higher than normal and the water was flowing fast. A little way in front of them was a small group of boys. They couldn't have been much older than 9 or 10 and were generally being boys. The boys spotted Simon and Robert walking a little way behind them. The problem was Simon and Robert were holding hands and pretty soon a torrent of abuse was flowing from them. That is until there was a scream followed by a big splash. The group of boys immediately started to panic. Simon rushed forward and saw one of the boys in the river. It was obvious he couldn't swim very well, if at all. Simon dived in without hesitating. Robert did his best to calm the boys on the bank without loosing site of Simon. Simon got to the boy, but was having trouble bringing him back towards the bank. "Give me your belts!" Robert shouted at the others as he took his own off. The boys gave him a funny look. "GIVE'M TO ME QUICKLY!" Robert shouted again. Quickly, he linked the stronger ones together into a sort of rope and threw one end out to Simon who grabbed it and Robert and the boys pulled Simon and the other boy to the bank. The problem now was how to get them out. "GRAB HIM!" Simon shouted as he shoved the boy up in the air. Robert grabbed him and yanked him onto the bank. In the mean time Simon had started off down stream again. "SEE YOU AT THE PIPE!" Robert shouted to Simon and dashed off, the boys followed on a little slower. The pipe was about 100 metres further down stream and was about a metre and a half above the water level. Robert lay on the pipe and worked himself out along the pipe so that he was just clear of the bank, locked his legs and rolled under the pipe. He hung there upside down for 10 to 15 seconds until he saw Simon. Robert reached his arms out and grabbed Simon's shirt collar. Simon reached up and grabbed Robert's waste. Somehow, Simon got out of the water and back onto the bank as a police officer grabbed them both and hauled them to safety away from the water's edge. In the mean time, the group of boys had explained to the other officer what had happened. The second officer turned to Robert and Simon and was surprised when he realised they were both Scouts from his Troop. Simon and Robert were absolutely gob smacked too! Needless to say, Simon and the younger boy were taken off to hospital to be checked over, but neither were kept in. "Was it déjà vu or what?" Robert asked. "I dunno, but what ever it was, it was bloody cold." Simon replied with a smile. "Sorry love." Robert said as he wrapped his arms around Simon and hugged him tight. "Give it a rest you two!" Came a voice from the front of the car. In the end they just held hands as their dad drove them home. If you have any comments please email me at teller_of_tales@hotmail.com as usual flames will be ignored. I would like to thank LordVader for his help proof reading the story. Thanks.