Date: Wed, 01 Jul 1998 21:23:24 GMT From: TellerOf Tales Subject: Story - Simon-03 WARNING: This story may contain descriptions of sexual acts between boys of similar ages. If this is not to your tastes, please leave now! The author copyrights this story. For your enjoyment a single copy had been placed here. Please do not distribute it to any newsgroups and/or other web- sites without permission of the author. The characters in this story are fictional and any resemblance to people, living or otherwise, is purely coincidental. The mention of Scouting is in no way a reflection on the Associations in any country and any activities that they may or may not participate in. It is used purely to embellish the story line. To understand this part of Robert and Simon's on-going story better, I suggest you read Simon-01 and 2 first. Classification: bt mast minimal anal Simon's Story Part 3: After Camp The boys arrived back home. There was a lot of laughing and joking as they unloaded the truck. At one point Robert was standing with his hands in the air when he felt some thing or some one brush across his back side. He turned and there was Simon standing right behind him with a big grin on his face. Robert felt his boyhood stiffen and blush spread across his face. "Look, Robert's got a cherry on!" James shouted in his shrill voice. This only made Robert redder as the rest of the boys started laughing at him. Robert grabbed a handful of kit off the truck and headed for the stores. He was angry with Simon for embarrassing him. Simon followed him in carrying some tent poles. He hadn't noticed Robert in the corner until it was too late. As he bent to put the poles into the drum where they were kept, there was an almighty whack. Simon let out a yell of pain as he stood up quickly. His bum felt like it was on fire. Robert just stood there with a sauce pan in his hand. "That'll teach you to embarrass me in front of every one!" "I didn't mean to. It just sort of happened." Simon replied as his eyes started to puff up but it was too late. Robert was heading out of the door back towards the truck. Neither boy said much after that to each other. "Robert, what's wrong with Simon?" Thomas innocently asked. He had missed Robert's cherry. "He played with fire and got his fingers burned!" Robert said abruptly. "Well you had best get back in the stores before any one else sees him crying or questions will be asked." It was too late. "Robert get yourself in the Den NOW!" Skip yelled. Robert dumped the load he was carrying and headed off. As he entered the Den he saw Simon stood by the window, his eyes full of tears with clean silvery streaks running down his face. "What's going on you two?" Skip asked staring hard at Robert. "Ask him. He started it!" "I'm asking you!" It was at that point he knew Simon's Scouting future lay in the palm of his hand. Despite how he felt at that moment Robert knew he didn't want to loose his best friend, their relationship meant more than the world to him. He just stood there dumb as his mind raced to find an excuse that wouldn't compromise his friend. "Well? I am waiting?" "He tickled me while I was at the back of the truck." Robert paused for a moment as his mind raced. "So I whacked him with my hand." Robert looked at the floor feeling very sorry for himself. Skip looked at both of them, carefully looking at their eyes and faces trying to decide weather to believe him or not. "We've all had a good camp, now you BOTH spoil it by pratting about. You will both spend 4 weeks cleaning the hall after each meeting when we start back in September. Now get out and help with the unloading." The Robert turned towards the door and Simon followed him. Skip just sat there, he knew some thing had happened and didn't really believe the explanation he had received. As the boys walked through the hall Simon grabbed Robert by the arm and dragged him into the kitchen. "What did you say that for?" He asked. "What do you think would have happened if I told him you had felt my arse and I got a boner?" Simon grinned and put his arms around Robert. "Thanks mate. You are being more careful with my secret than I am." He pushed himself against the door, closing it and kissed Robert on the cheek. They parted after a few seconds, the best of friends again. It wasn't long before the unloading was completed and the boys were heading for home. Robert's parents were still away so he went home with Simon. It didn't take long for Simon to hog the bath, so Robert, as resourceful as ever, jumped into the shower. There was a knock on the door. "Are you two boys alright or do you need some help?" The boys answered simultaneously. Unfortunately one said yes and the other said no. "Was that a yes or a no?" The boys looked at each other. Both were full of mischief. "I need my back scrubbing." Simon shouted. "Me too." Robin joined in. It only took a few seconds before their bluff was called and in came Simon's mum laughing as she entered. "I can't do much with you in the shower. Hop in the bath with Simon." Robert reddened slightly as he turned the shower off and slipped into the bath. Several minutes later both boys were sat in the bath with scrupulously clean and well massaged backs. Simon's mum just knelt on the floor at the side of the bath remembering how she used to bathe Simon when he was younger. She had forgotten how much she used to enjoy it. Without thinking she held up the first towel and said "Who's first?" Robert reddened slightly again but jumped as Simon dug him in the back. He stood up and the towel was wrapped around him. "I'm sure you can manage the next bit yourself." She said as she returned back to the present as Robert stepped out of the bath onto the bath mat. Simon stood up before his mother was ready for him. "Do you have no shame, young man?" "Not these days. Not when I have my best friend and my mother to look after me." She blushed slightly as Simon wrapped his arms around his mother and gave her a long kiss on the cheek. During the kiss he winked at Robert. Robert took his meaning straight away and joined Simon by kissing her on the other cheek. Robert's towel fell to the floor as he put his arms around Simon's mother, she responded by wrapping her arms around them both and gently patting them on their bare bottoms. Simon's mum released the boys and headed back to the safety of the kitchen. Tears of joy were creeping down her cheeks as she left. The boys hugged each other before drying off and dressing ready for tea. Mike, Simon's dad, arrived home shortly afterwards and they all sat down around the kitchen table together. It's not surprising really that the main topic of conversation was camp and how they had been named the "Water Babies". The memory of this soon brought back the pictures of the little lad with the baseball cap. Both boys immediately became very subdued as they remembered how he looked and the battle he was fighting against cancer. The story took quite a bit of extracting from the boys, who had both, secretly, resolved to do some thing to help children in a similar position. Later that night as Simon lay in bed and Robert lay in his sleeping bag next to him, the boys started talking about the lad and how they felt about what they had seen and been told. It wasn't long before both boys were in floods of tears with their arms wrapped around each other. The following morning when Mike looked in on the boys. They were both cuddled up still holding on to each other. Mike wasn't sure but he felt, some how, that Robert's dad may have to face the same problem with his son as he had to just a few short weeks ago. But he said nothing. Simon awoke a little later and being a Sunday he knew his parents would be out, his dad at football and his mum at church. He gently started stroking Robert's hair out of his eyes and stroking his cheeks. There, not more than 10cm away from him was some one he loved as much as he loved his parents. It was more than brotherly love, much more. It was starting to dawn on him that he loved Robert more as a partner than anything else. He knew too that Robert loved him as a brother but there seemed to be more to it. He wasn't sure exactly how Robert felt but some of the things he had said and done on camp seemed to add up to more, much more but he couldn't be sure. He had to find a way to get the boy laying on the bed next to him to open up about his true feelings. Simon was sure Robert was a kindred spirit that had yet to awaken and the last thing he wanted to do was to hurt him in anyway. Robert started to stir. His eyes flickered open and a big smile spread across his face. "What's wrong?" He questioned Simon who had been caught deep in thought about his best friend. "Oh." Simon started. "Nothing. I was just thinking." "What about?" Robert picked up on Simon's serious tone straight away. "About us." Simon tried to reply lightly but failed. "What about us?" "It's nothing. Just about how close we seem to be getting. That's all." "Yea, we are aren't we. Do you think anyone suspects we've been," there was a pause while Robert thought the right words to use, "fooling around." "You think we've been fooling around." Simon said feeling hurt. "No. I just don't know how to describe it without making it sound tacky or bad. That's all." "How about expressing our love for each other?" Simon offered. He knew immediately that he had put his friend in a tight spot. Robert just lay there thinking for several minutes. "What are you trying to make me say?" "Nothing that is not true. We both know there is more to us than just being very close friends don't we? But you don't seem to want to accept it." Robert turned his back on Simon. He could feel his emotions building inside him, the secret he hadn't told anyone, not even Simon seemed on the verge of disclosure. A secret he felt was bigger than both of them. Simon gently laid his hand on Robert's bare shoulder and rolled him back so that he was facing him again. He could see a look of fear in his eyes. But fear of what? "There's something you haven't told me, isn't there?" Robert just shrugged his shoulders. "Come on. What is it? You know you can trust me, even with your life." Simon felt he was digging a hole that could jeopardise their whole relationship. But he needed answers from Robert. Answers that would also effect their relationship. Robert hugged him closely resting his head on Simon's shoulder. "I love you!" He whispered almost unperceptibley in Simon's ear. "I know but there's more to it than that." "I mean," there was a long pause, "I really love you." Robert said as he turned Simon's head and gave him a long tonguing kiss. "Are you coming out to me, Robert?" Simon asked cautiously. Robert rolled over again, unable to look his friend, his lover in the eyes. "Yes." He answered just as quietly. He felt guilty about not being completely honest with him. Simon wormed his arm under Robert's shoulder and wrapped himself round him from behind. Hugging him tightly. "You won't tell anyone will you?" "You know me better than that." Simon replied feeling a little hurt at the request. "Go on. Promise!" "I promise." "That was the hardest thing I will ever ask you to do for me. It gets much easier once you have admitted it to yourself." Robert just lay there crying quietly not only with relief but also disbelief at just how easily his lover had got his deepest secret out of him. "How long have you known?" Simon asked curiously. "I found out for definite on camp but I guessed about three or four months ago." "That's why you were so supportive when I came out to my parents." "No!" Robert said as he turned to face Simon. "I have been longing and hoping for months and when you came out I really wanted to tell you but with all that was going on I was scared. I didn't want to face the sort of problems you did. I couldn't have." "You know you're going to have to some time. Just don't make the mistake I did and blurt it out. Prepare the ground first." "But how?" "We're going to have to think about that very carefully." There was a short pause. "You know they will also accuse me of turning you, don't you." "We've already been through all of that with them when we read that book." Robert stressed the last statement. "I know. I know. But we both know what adults can be like." "Have you still got that book?" Simon asked Robert with a note of optimism in his voice?" "Yea. Why?" "If they see us reading it and we can arouse their interest then may be, we might just lead them to the right conclusion." "It's a bit of a long shot isn't it?" Robert questioned. "I know, but we can do a little steering also." Robert grinned as he slipped out of his sleeping bag and into bed beside Simon. Simon could feel Robert's excitement as he slid down next to him. "Do me." Came a quiet voice in Simon's ear. Simon started to slide under the covers. "No!" Came a frustrated voice. "Do me properly." "You mean," there was a pause. "Yea. I mean properly." Simon looked at Robert's face. He was deadly serious. Robert looked back at Simon. He saw a nervous, almost scared boy laying there looking back at him. "I don't think I can. I'm scared!" "Not as scared as me." "I wouldn't take bets on that!" "Are you boys awake?" Came the shout from down stairs. The boys froze. Foot steps came bounding up the stairs. The boys started to panic, then the door flew open. There in the doorway stood Robert's younger brother. His mouth was agape with a shocked expression on his face. Up until now, he knew nothing about Simon. Their parents had been keen to keep him out of it. Suddenly he turned and ran. The boys jumped out of bed and chased after him, not a stitch of clothing between them. As they reached the landing, half way down the stairs, they both froze. There right in front of them, coming up, was Mike, Simon's dad. He stopped in his tracks. Despite his earlier suspicions, he still had a look of shock and surprise on his face indicating clearly to both boys that trouble was heading their way. All three of them just stood still and stared at each other. "Back to your room, both of you." Mike said calmly having regained control of himself. The boys knew better than to argue. They both knew about his temper, something Simon had inherited. The boys reached for some clothes. "No. Just stay as you are for the moment." There was a long pause as Mike gathered his thoughts. "Dad." Simon started but was cut short. "Don't say a word. Not a word." There was another pause. "Robert answer me one question, honestly. Did Simon force you in to this or." He stopped mid-sentence. "Or are you in this out of choice?" Robert just sat there shaking like a leaf. The situation was too intense for him. Simon hugged Robert to himself. It was his turn to do the supporting. "Don't just stand their lad. Were you forced into this?" Robert wriggled free of Simon's hold and stood up straight, despite the tears still rolling down his cheeks. "This is my choice." He said as his voice wavered. Then turning to Simon promptly gave him a big kiss on the lips. Simon just responded with a shock expression at his temerity. Mike just stood there staring in disbelief. "Are you saying you are in love with my son?" The boys looked at each other and nodded, yes, as they slowly turned to face Mike they put an arm around each other. What ever was going to happen, was going to happen to them both. "You're sure Simon hasn't forced you?" "I knew about me before he told me about himself. It's as if we were meant to be together. Do you know what I mean?" Mike sat down on the bed, stunned. The boys sat either side of him. "I suspected as much. You have been growing very close together over the past few weeks. Tell me, when did Simon find out?" "About an hour ago. He as good as forced me to tell him. I think he suspected it too." Robert said, now much calmer. "I started suspecting Robert was gay on camp and he came out to me earlier this morning. We were trying to work out the best way of telling you all when his brother barged in." "Shit! I had forgotten about him. You two get dressed and come down. I'll have a talk to him if it isn't already too late." "Mike, can you do me a favour?" "That depends on the favour." "Let me tell dad, myself." "I can't promise, it may already be too late, but I will do what I can." "Thanks." Robert said. With that Mike headed off downstairs and the boys quickly dressed before heading down too. They heard voices in the living room and found Mike sitting with Robert's younger brother. "Robbie, what were you doin' with Simon?" "We. Er. I was comforting him. He wasn't very happy. He was missing our pals from camp. That's all. Why?" Robert answered nervously. "Oh. I thought you were playing our game." "I couldn't do that. It's our game isn't it." Robert got a concerned look from Mike. "What game's that?" Mike asked. "I don't know what he calls it, but I call it tiddley winkles. It's fun." "Can I play it too?" "No silly. Its our game. We play it at bath time and our bath isn't big enough for all of us." "Go on let me play." Mike teased as he tried to find out more. "No. It's our game. Only we can play it." At that the younger boy stood up and walked over to his brother and gave him a hug. "Simon take little'un into the kitchen and get him a drink. Will you." The look on Mike's face told Simon to refuse at his peril. "Come on." Simon said beckoning as they headed out to the kitchen. "What the hell have you been up to?" "Nothing. He likes me to wash him when he has a bath and some times he gets a stiffy. That's all." Robert replied. "Come on. I wasn't born yesterday!" "Honest. He points it at his feet and it makes a splash as it pops back up. His tiddley winkle." Mike had been studying Robert's face closely for a few moments when Simon reappeared. "There you go. Now be careful not to spill it." Simon glanced at Robert's face then his dad's. "What is it? What did he do?" "Don't worry son. Just remember I know more than I am telling, for the moment anyway. But Robert has to tell his dad today!" Mike left the room. There was no room for discussion and both of the older boys knew exactly what he was talking about. Simon's mum entered the room and sat on the sofa. "What's up with you two?" She asked. "You look too serious for someone of your age." "Dad's given Robert an ultimatum." Simon answered. "Oh, and what's that?" "I can't say at the moment." Robert replied nodding his head in his brother's direction. "Does it concern Simon?" "Sort of, but not directly." "I'm not in the mood for riddles. Spit it out lad." "Simon can you look after him while I talk to your mum?" "Rob-ert." Simon said in a long drawn out voice. "I should be with you, not playing nurse maid." "I know, but little ears has a big mouth." Robert told him. "Ok. Let's go out and play shall we?" "Is Robbie coming too?" "He'll be out in a minute." The two lads went out into the back garden. Robert sat there. He now realised just how much courage Simon had needed when he spoke to his mum. "Do you remember that day?" He started. His voice had a nervous quaver to it. "You're still talking in riddles." "You know, the day Simon told you about himself." "Yes. . . Oh no, you're not are you?" Robert knelt on the floor in front of her and wrapped his arms around her holding her tight. He was shaking like a leaf again. "I suspected it before Simon told you about himself. It wasn't until camp that I finally became sure about me." "Oh my God!" There was a pause as she gently stroked the back of Robert's head comforting him in much the same way she had her own son only a few weeks before. "Who else knows?" "Only you, Mike and Simon. That was the ultimatum. I think Mike thinks I have been fiddling with my own brother." She gently tilted his head back and looked deep into his eyes. "Have you?" "No! Why doesn't anyone believe me?" "It's ok. I had to be sure. You'll understand when you are older. So what was the ultimatum?" "I have to tell my mum and dad today or he will." At that point Mike walked into the room. "I take it he has told you his news from camp." "What's this about an ultimatum?" "It is better that he tells his dad than he finds out from someone else. Isn't it?" "Yes, but some thing like that needs careful timing or who knows what might happen." "Don't remind me. If I don't push things along who knows when he will tell or possibly who might tell, besides, I think he's been playing with his little brother." "I think you are wrong there." "YOU ARE WRONG!" Robert burst out. "I have never touched him!" Robert broke down again and buried his face in Simon's mum's lap. Simon, who had just returned from the garden, knelt behind Robert and wrapped his arms around his friend hugging him tight. Robert turned his attentions to Simon and returned his embrace. At that moment Robert's younger brother entered the room with their parents. "What's up son?" Robert's dad asked. His voice was full of concern. When Robert didn't answer him he turned to Mike. "What's going on? What's wrong with Robert?" He asked again. "I'LL TELL HIM!" Robert shouted at Mike before he even had a chance to open his mouth. "I said I would, and I will." "What the hell is going on here?" His father asked more forcefully. "Sit down dad." Robert said from his position on the floor still wrapped in Simon's arms. The tears were still rolling down his cheeks. His father had sat down on the settee next to his mum. Robert stood up and slowly walked across the room towards them. Simon followed close behind. "Please don't say anything until I have finished." He said as he sat half on his father's lap and half on his mother's. "This isn't easy for me to say." Robert started. "You're gay." Robert's dad said quietly and calmly. Robert and Simon both looked at him with expressionless faces. "How did you know?" "I've suspected it ever since the night you were with Simon in our bathroom. Your body gave you away as you stood Simon up. You popped out through the fly in your boxers." Robert was absolutely speechless. He released Simon and turned back to his parents. He was immediately hugged and kissed. There was no hesitation what so ever. Mike stood there amazed at his friend's response to the situation and a little ashamed of his response to his son when he first found out. They all spent what was left of the afternoon together. There was some discussion about the situation and the future but the hardest part of all was telling Robert's younger brother. He took it well. Especially when he announced he had seen Robert and Simon "playing together". Naturally, both boys were shocked. They thought they had been so careful. Both families slept well that night, especially Robert who had faced one of the hardest days of his young life only to find his news was old news. Robert slept late the following morning and awoke to a surprise. His younger brother was curled up in bed beside him. His mind raced. He lifted his hands out from under the covers and just lay there. "Can we play games like you and Simon do?" "Sorry mate. Those games are for me and Simon. We'll just settle for tiddley winkles." Robert replied trying hard not to upset his brother. "Ok." There was a short pause. "I love you Robbie." "And I love you too, squirt." The two boys were just laying there next to each other when their father came in. "Here's some tea for you both." He said as he put the two mugs down on the bed side table. Despite all of the recent events he was still perfectly comfortable for the two boys to be alone together like this. " I've got to go shopping with your mother. We'll probably be gone for a couple of hours. Do you think you can behave yourselves until we get back?" "Sure. I am off to play at Tommy's." Squirt said as he slid out of bed and headed back to his own room. "I'll walk him round on my way to Simon's." "You're a good lad." His dad paused for a couple of seconds. "Robert, I'm not going to lecture you son. Please, be careful. Despite " he paused again. "Despite every thing, your mother and I love both of you very much and we don't want anything to happen to either of you. Do you understand?" "Thanks dad." Robert responded as he sat up and gave his dad a big hug. With that his dad left. Robert just laid there for a couple of minutes before sliding out of bed and getting ready to go round to Simon's. He left Squirt at Tommy's and as he turned into Simon's road he was almost knocked over by Simon as he ran hell for leather away from his house. "What's wrong? Why are you running?" Robert asked him. As Simon looked up, Robert's heart seemed to miss a beat. Simon had a black eye and his lip was bleeding. "What the fuck happened to you?" Simon grabbed Robert by the arm and almost dragged him away, back towards Robert's house. He didn't say a word but kept looking back over his shoulder. "What is it? What's going on?" "Wait 'till we are at your place." Simon said. He was still breathing hard. They could hear shouting. It was getting louder. "Quick." Robert said. "Over the wall." The boys scrambled over the 6 foot wall as best they could. They landed on a concrete path that ran across the bottom of a row of gardens behind some terraced houses. They ran on and ducked up an access path that came out in the middle of the row. It was a short cut that Robert had used on several occasions. Robert unlocked his front door and they dashed in locking it behind them. "What the fuck did you do to them? Who are they?" "You remember the night, on camp, when we slipped into the PL's tent and caught them? Simon explained. "Well, it was those two and a couple of their mates. They started pushing me around so I decked one of them and hinted about what I had seen. The bastard just hit me straight in the face." "Let's get you sorted out. Get your shirt off and go up to the bathroom so I can clean you up." Simon did as his friend told him to. He winced a couple of times as he lifted his T-shirt up. Robert gasped as he saw some bruises on Simon's back and side. "Jesus!" Was all Robert said. Simon's back had a couple of red marks on it, both were about the size of a fist but there was also a large bruise, mainly shades of black and blue but had a yellowish tinge around the periphery that disappeared down below the waist band of his jeans. Robert helped Simon off with his shirt which revealed several more punch sized red marks. "I think running might have been a better alternative this time." Robert was trying to cheer himself up as much as Simon. They headed off up to the bathroom. Robert cleaned Simon's face up and looked his split lip over. It was more messy than damaged. "I think that needs some TLC." Robert said as he proceeded to kiss it better. Simon tried to respond but his other injuries caused him to wince a bit. Gently but firmly Robert stood Simon up and started to unfasten his jeans. "Come on mate. I'm a bit sore for that at the moment." "Sh." Robert continued to remove Simon's jeans. Moving round behind him he gently pulled the waist of his shorts down at the back. The bruise was about the size of his hand. It worried him slightly. "Was this a kick or a punch?" Robert enquired. "What?" Came the answer. "This." Robert replied as he gently touched Simon's back near the centre of the bruise. "Ow! Take it easy." Simon paused for a second or two. "Don't laugh! I did that when I fell backwards against a car when I was trying to get away." Robert just chuckled. "Sit down for a minute while I run you a hot bath." "What's that for?" "It'll help to relax you. You're tight from the beating you took and I want to make sure the rest of you is alright." "You know Rob' you'll make some one a fine mother someday." The comment passed Robert by as he was adjusting the water temperature in the bath and added some bath salts. When he was satisfied he stood Simon up and removed his shorts taking the opportunity to gently caress and fondle his friend. He was greeted with the expected response. "Just lay there and relax. I'll be back up in a couple of minutes." Robert disappeared down stairs. Simon just lay there relaxing and enjoying the sensations of the water hugging his skin. "Here. Drink this." Robert said as he handed Simon a cup of tea. He sat up a little as he took the tea. It was then he noticed his friend was now naked also. "What's this then?" He joked as he grabbed Robert's favourite toy and pulled it gently towards him. "You didn't think I was going to waste this opportunity did you? We have the house to ourselves." Both boys grinned impishly as Robert climbed into the bath and just sat there chatting for a while. Heads at opposite end. Occasionally, one would tease the other between the legs with a toe or two but mostly they just lay there. By the time Robert climbed out of the bath, about 30 minutes later, Simon was starting to nod off. After he had dried himself he pulled the plug chain and the water started to empty away. "Come on sleepy head. It's time to get out." Robert teased as he gently fondled and played with Simon. Simon stood up lazily and Robert dried him off from top to toe missing nowhere out. Once dry the boys headed for Robert's room and closed the door. The collapsed in a tangle of arms and legs on the bed as they expressed their love for each other. Their passion mounted quickly as did their boy hoods. "I meant what I said about doing me. You know that don't you?" Robert reminded Simon. "I know. I just don't think I am ready for that yet. We have plenty of time, lets just take our time and have fun before we get too serious." Simon replied. Robert felt disappointed at his friends response but didn't want to push him. Instead, he started massaging his friend's backside. Gently needing and stoking it and his back. Simon was purring like a satisfied kitten which made Robert very happy. Simon wriggled round until they lay top to tail. He opened his mouth and Robert knew it wouldn't be too long before he gave his lover a sample. He started teasing Simon with his tongue. Every new contact caused Simon to shudder. It was playing hell with the rhythm he had set up but that only meant he would have to wait a little longer for his reward. Robert got a little braver and started exploring further down and back up the other side of his friend with his tongue. Simon let out a loud groan as Robert found a special and sensitive place. He started to fondle and kneed his friends buttocks while his tongue continued exploring. Simon, by now, was incapable of doing anything. The pleasure his friend was generating in him was rapidly driving him wild. His head was starting to spin, his eyes were a little blurred but most of all, he was finding it hard to breath. He gasped. The pleasure now had a slightly different feel to it. There was a funny pain too. Not the hurt sort of pain but a pleasurable pain. It suddenly dawned on him what Robert was up to. It was too late. He groaned again as his sight blurred into a multicoloured light display. He knew too that his friend had found out how to really please him but unfortunately, it also meant that they were both now covered in his release. Simon started to come down from his high. He still had that tight feeling in his backside but could see his lover's face grinning widely back at him. "Well. How was it?" Robert asked. "It was wild. Oh, sorry about the mess." They both smiled at each other. "Where did you learn to do that?" "From you. You remember, on camp, with the PL and his mate." Both of them chucked at the pun as the memory of the night when they watched the PL and APL. "You said to use your finger first. Remember?" "I remember alright. I also remember what comes next." There looking back at him was Robert's eyes. Begging eyes. "Can I. Please?" Simon just lay there. He must have thought about it for to long. He felt Robert's finger move, inside him. He let out an involuntary groan. "Are you sure? It's the turning point in our relationship. It's a serious step." Robert just nodded. Simon's response was to raise his backside slightly to make it easier. Robert shuffled round without removing his finger nearly causing Simon to go over the edge again. Robert started gently nibbling and kissing before he moved over the top. He kissed the back of Simon's neck causing him to shiver. He felt the finger leave only to be replace by something a little thicker. Robert groaned a couple of times. "Hold it a moment." Simon asked. It was starting to get uncomfortable. Robert started easing back. "Hold it there for a moment." He said again. There was a pause for a short while. "Go on, do it now." Simon let out a muffled scream as Robert pushed hard. The moment he heard the scream he froze. Fear filled his heart. He was sure he had hurt his friend which was the last thing he wanted to do. "I'm ok." Simon reassured Robert. "Just take it slower and more gently." Robert started pushing again but more gently. They both felt reassured as they came into full contact. Robert just lay still on Simon for a couple of minutes. "Are you just going to lay there or what?" Simon asked. It was then that he saw the expression on Robert's face. It was all screwed up as if he was in pain. "What's wrong?" "It hurts Si. It hurts." "I know. It's doesn't feel much like fun down here either. Do you think we should stop?" With that Simon felt the weight on his back ease. He groaned as Robert pulled back. "Sorry. Did I hurt you again?" "No. Do that again will you." The weight on his back grew again as he released another groan. "Hey, that feels better. What did you do?" "Nothing. It must have been you." Robert started a gentle push-pull motion as Simon's groans grew louder and more frequent. Suddenly Robert push forwards hard and fast and just held tight onto his lover. There was another strange feeling in Simon. "Did you . . ." "Yeah came a satisfied voice form on his shoulder." As he collapsed into a heap and just lay there. Simon turned slightly and propped himself up on one elbow causing Robert to fall off. The bed bounced slightly as his weight hit the mattress. All Simon could see was a beaming smile. He turned to face the Robert and was greeted by the biggest and longest tonguing kiss he had ever had. Both of them just lay there for what seemed like hours wrapped in each others embrace. "We had best get cleaned up. They'll go potty if they catch us like this." Simon said not really wanting to break the embrace but knew time was getting on. "Yea." Was all that Robert said. Simon got up off the bed and picked Robert up in his arms. He lay there like a rag doll as he was carried into the bathroom. After opening the shower door Simon turned Robert so that he was now upright and cuddled him into the shower. There was a loud scream from both of them as the sudden burst of cold water hit the boys but Simon held him fast. The water started to warm up as Robert started to liven up. 10 minutes later both boys were dressed and sitting down stairs watching the TV as Robert's parents came in. Robert was sat there deep in thought. His mind was full of what they had just done. He felt really good about the pleasure he had experienced but did Simon really feel the same or was he just saying he did? Robert started to feel guilty, he felt now that he had forced Simon into their most recent experience. He felt guilty about what he had done but he also felt very happy that their relationship was starting to develop, but was it developing too fast? " Robert. Robert. Earth to Robert, come in Robert!" "Uh. What. Oh. Hi dad. I didn't see you come in." Robert replied. "You were miles away. Was it good?" Robert immediately went the colour of a ripe cherry, his face, his neck, every where. Simon's expression immediately dropped as his concern about Robert's parents finding out about how they had just expressed their love for each other. "Don't tell me. I don't want to know." Robert's dad said in response to his sons reaction. He guessed that the boys had been up to something but didn't dare speculate. Despite his feelings and loyalty towards his son the thought of what he could get up to, or had even got up to revolted him. How the hell did I ever get a son like him he wondered but he was still his son and, despite his own feelings, he was still going to support him all he could. He knew hard times were coming but didn't quite know when. Robert stood up and went after his father. He found him in the kitchen. "Dad." Robert said as he put his arm around him, "I'm sorry I am a disappointment to you, I know you wanted grand children and all that but the squirt can still do all that for you. I can't help the way I am." Robert's dad looked at him. He had a disappointed expression on his face. "I know son. I guess it is just as hard for me to come to terms with it as it was for you and Simon." He returned his sons hug and without realising it started to gently pat Robert on the bottom. Both of their moods lightened and after making some tea returned to Simon who was sat alone watching the TV. They sat down, one either side of Simon. "Right boys," he started, "I want you to just listen to what I have to say and don't interrupt until I have finished." The boys just looked at him. His face was straight and serious. "There is nothing I can do to alter the way you feel about each other despite how I feel. So rather than try and stop you " he paused trying to say the words that just wouldn't come out, "I, I feel we need some ground rules. They are quite simple. I don't want any goings on with other boys, not in this house." He looked at each of them in turn. They sat there stunned. He continued "You can only enjoy yourselves when no one else is around and " he raised his voice slightly to emphasise his last rule, "YOUR BROTHER ROBERT, IS NOT TO BE INVOLVED IN ANYTHING I COULDN'T, SHOULDN'T OR WOULDN'T DO! Is that clear?" Both boys nodded yes as he shook their hands in turn. He stood up, picked up his tea and left the room. "Did he just say what I think he did?" Simon asked. "I'm not sure. He didn't say we couldn't, um, canoudle but neither did he say we could." "What?" "He didn't say we could have fun, but he didn't say we couldn't either. He's not normally this vague. I'll go and ask him what he meant." Robert started to stand up but Simon stopped him. "Don't be such an insensitive plonker. He was embarrassed." Simon said. "No he wasn't, he didn't go red like we do." "You don't have to go red when you get embarrassed. Have you never had that funny uncomfortable feeling inside you?" "You mean like when I made to much noise that night at camp and James and Thomas giggled because they knew pretty well what we were doing?" "Now you're getting the idea." Simon said as he put his arm around Robert's shoulder and gently stroked his chest. He gently pulled Robert to him and kissed him on the lips. Robert froze for a moment and then responded more passionately. There was a noise that sounded like someone clearing their throat. The boys broke off and looked at the door. There standing right in the door way was Robert's dad. "Didn't I make myself clear?" He said with a hard stare at the boys. "Yes. I was demonstrating a point to Robert." Simon said as he turned to face the other boy. "How do you feel know?" Robert just curled up and tried to hide his face. The point had been driven home completely and unforgettably. After sitting and watching TV for a while, Simon got ready to leave. They both stood up and headed towards the front door. They quickly looked around before they kissed goodbye. Simon left leaving Robert very confused. Everything that had happened had happened to fast for him to really understand. He headed up to his room and closed the door. He flopped on the bed and just stared at the ceiling. Why didn't he feel really happy? He had popped his cherry and his dad hadn't put a stop to their activities. Why didn't he feel right? He closed his eyes and the pictures from that afternoon came flooding back. It wasn't long before he had to ditch his trousers, and the rest of his clothes for that matter, and just lay there on his bed, toy in hand thinking about how he had shown his love towards Simon that afternoon. His hand felt good but no where as good as Simon earlier. There was a gentle knock at the door. He flipped the bed spread over his naked body and shouted, "Come in." His dad opened the door, and walked across to the bed closing the door behind him. "What's up son? There's some thing wrong. I know there is?" "It's hard to explain without telling you about the things we did. Dad." "Just try, if you don't, how can I help you?" "You know how much I love Simon and I enjoy everything we do together but this afternoon I showed him just how much I love him. It felt brilliant at the time, but now I'm not sure any more. Why?" "Did you decide to do it yourself or were you forced?" "If anything, I did the forcing." Robert sat up and hugged his dad tight. He was also surprised at just how cool his dad was being about the whole thing especially after what he had just told him. "I think that may be, just may be, you forced yourself as much as you might have done Simon. Your body may have wanted it but I don't think your mind was ready." Robert thought deeply about his father's words for a couple of minutes. He didn't even notice his dad putting his great strong arms around him and returning his hug. "Thanks dad." Robert said as he realised Simon had been right the day before when he said he wasn't ready to commit the one act that would have shown Robert just how much he loved him despite the fact that he truly loved him as deeply as Robert loved Simon. Robert's mood brightened considerably. "Dad. Did you ever fool around with any of your mates when you were young?" There was a look of genuine surprise on his dad's face and Robert was sure he flushed slightly. "You know that scar across my back. The one just above my bottom." "Yes dad." "Well, not even your mother knows the truth about how I got it and I want you to keep it that way. Promise?" "I promise." Robert shuffled round a bit leaving the bedspread behind and exposing his naked body to his dad. "Well, I was about 14 when it happened. I was in our shed with Mike. Oops. You didn't hear that bit. As I was saying. We were in the shed. We had heard about wanking, masturbation that is, at school that day from an older boy in the playground and had decided to try it. We were both kneeling with out trousers and pants down really givin'-it-some when he dared me to do him then he would do me. I had just started when his dad came in. He went mental!" He glanced at his son who was sitting there listening intently when he noticed his son's erection. "Cover it up please son." He said nodding down at Robert's lap. Robert dragged the bedspread back over his lap but all it did was to hide the detail, his excitement was still obvious. "Where was I. . . Oh yes. His dad caught us or rather me doing his son, who by this time was in seventh heaven. Any way, I snatched my hand away; all he did was to continue until he was done. What a mess and in front of his old man, too. His old man grabbed me by the hair and threw me across the shed. He grabbed Mike and bent him over his work bench and held him there while he removed his belt. He hit him with it 10 times. He was screaming like a stuffed pig. His bum was redder than a beetroot. He gave me the same but used the buckle end instead." He fidgeted as though the memory still hurt. "We couldn't sit down for three days. When my dad heard, he gave me another 5 for getting caught. Of course school found out about it and we both got canned in front of our class. The older kid got his in assembly the next morning." "Was it really Mike, Simon's dad?" "It was, but don't mention it to anyone, especially Simon. Mind you, we did turn it to our advantage. The other boys wanted to see the marks on our backsides, so we charged them a halfpenny a look." Robert reach-up gently and turned his dad's head so that he was facing him and gently leaned forwards and kissed him. His father immediately pulled back misunderstanding Robert's intentions. "No dad I didn't mean it that way. It is the same as I do to mum." "Oh I see. Your chasing my wife as well are you?" He said trying hard to keep a straight face. "No. No. Oh d-a-d." The last word raised and lowered in tone as he drew it out. They both creased up with laughter. Their little chat ended up with Robert getting a couple of playful slaps on his bare behind. He tried to retaliate but failed miserably. Robert and Simon met up the following afternoon down at the small park. They liked it there it was much quieter, it was used more by senior citizens than young people. They were sat chatting about the normal sort of topics when they saw James and Thomas enter through the path between some houses on the other side of the park. "What are they up to?" Simon asked quizzically. "I don't know. Let's just watch them and see." The two younger boys headed off to Simon's right towards some trees, quite a lot of trees in fact but they were crammed into a small area creating quite a dense patch of woodland. After a furtive look around they dashed into the trees thinking they had not been seen. Simon looked at Robert and nodded in the direction of the trees. Robert just shrugged his shoulders. Simon nodded again and they both stood up. They knew the wooded area quite well. They had used it once or twice when they wanted to be alone. Robert and Simon headed towards the nearer end and slipped inside the trees. It took a few seconds for their eyes to get used to the sudden change in light. Their hearing seemed to sharpen for those few seconds and they could hear a discussion going on not too far off. Both voices were high and a little squeaky. "I set you the dare, so you have to do it first." "You've got to do it too." "Yea but after you." "No both together!" "Chicken!" There was a rustling noise and then some giggles then all went quiet. Robert and Simon crept closer avoiding the twigs that were laying on the ground. There, not more than 6 feet away, on the other side of a bush were Thomas and James. James was stood there completely naked. Well, except for his trainers and socks. His maggot had taken the opportunity to pop up and look at the scenery but that was probably due more to the slight breeze that caressed it and the rest of his slight frame more than anything else. Robert and Simon both had difficulty controlling the fit of giggles that was slowly creeping up on them. Both of the older boys froze as Thomas turned to face them, pulled his fly down and took a leek without even suspecting that they were watching him and James. "Remember, you have to run right around the trees." Thomas said. "Yea, I know or I have to pay the penalty." James responded sounding far from happy about the situation. There was a sudden rustle of leaves and the sound of cracking twigs as James dashed out of the wood and ran as fast as his legs could carry him. Simon suddenly whipped off his sweat shirt and leapt through the bush. Wrapped Thomas's head tightly in his shirt and dragged him backwards behind the bush again. "Keep your mouth shut and do as you are told or else." Simon said in the deepest voice he could. "You." He said to Robert whilst signalling him to keep quiet. "Get those clothes." Robert dashed off and grabbed the clothes. Simon secured his sweatshirt around Thomas's head and threatened him to stand very still or else. Thomas almost shit himself when he was grabbed. He was convinced it was some weirdo and didn't want to get hurt. "Remove your clothes." The deep voiced Simon commanded. Thomas obeyed some what nervously. Robert on the other hand was having a tough time controlling his giggling fit. Simon kept staring hard at him. The now almost naked Thomas was spun around several times before being walked to a different part of the small wood. James returned. He was breathing hard. It was further round the trees than he had imagined but atleast no one had shouted at him so he thought he had got away with it. That is, until he discovered both Thomas and his clothes were missing. He called for him several times but got no reply. He too nearly shit himself when Robert who used the same technique Simon had on Thomas grabbed him. James just stood there crying quietly and shaking like a leaf. He was convinced his number was up. When Robert and the blindfolded James got to Simon and the now kneeling Thomas, James was positioned in front of Thomas who was ordered to suck. James tears soon changed to groans of pleasure as Thomas did something he was getting very good at. James's young body spasmed and Robert had to catch him as his knees gave way. Their roles were reversed. Thomas too groaned as his pleasure mounted, it reached a peak and he to was helped to the ground as his knees folded. "Naughty boys who run around naked and do dirty things to each other in the wood get spanked and spanked good." Simon said in his deep voice. "No! Please, No!" James pleaded. "Did you or did you not run around naked?" The deep voice asked. "Yes sir." James admitted nervously. "But you made us do the other." "Extra spanks for arguing with me." Came the voice again. Simon laid his hand on Thomas's shoulder. "Bend over boy. Legs wide apart." He said as he pushed down on Thomas's shoulder. Thomas was now resigned to the fact that he was going to get a sore backside and tried hard to hide his sniffing as his imagination started to run riot. In the mean time James had also been bent over into much the same sort of position. "Whack him twice on each cheek but do it very gently." Simon whispered to Robert so that the other two boys couldn't hear. "Are you two very naughty boys ready to receive your punishment?" "Yes sir." James answered in his squeaky but very scared voice. "Me too." Thomas replied. "Sir." He added as an after thought. Both boys yelped as the first very soft almost loving pat connected with their bare bottoms. They imagined the pain of course. They yelped again as the second landed. It too was just as gentle. Robert and Simon could no longer contain their laughter and it erupted stronger and louder than any of the yelps. Thomas suddenly twigged. He had been had, but who by. Simon realising this immediately whipped off their blindfolds causing them both to spin and fall over. Robert in the meantime had hidden their clothes. "YOU BASTARD!" Thomas yelled at the two older boys as he lay on the ground looking up at them. James just creased up. The prank really appealed to his sense of humour until he discovered that their clothes were no where to be seen. Robert and Simon beat a hasty retreat and stopped about 50 metres outside the woods and just stood there laughing. "Where did you hide their clothes?" Simon asked. Robert just turned round and showed him the bulge sticking out of the back of his shirt and trousers. That was the last straw. The two boys just collapsed in a heap. The two younger boys came out to join them. Simon and Robert had left their sweatshirts behind. James was wearing one like a pair of crutchless tights and Thomas had his legs coming out through the neck and used the arms as a belt. This started the two older boys laughing again. Robert's laughter didn't last for long. James pounced on him landing square on his chest and winded him slightly but that wasn't the cause of his discomfort. James had grabbed the crutch of his trousers and was squeezing tightly. Robert's eyes were starting to bulge as he threw up. James leapt clear just in time. Robert now lay curled up in a tight ball on the ground holding his painful balls. James hadn't realised, probably through his youth and inexperience just how painful this action could be. Simon immediately started comforting Robert and trying to get him to let him examine the damage. He stood no chance. The best he could do was to cuddle and try and reassure him. James stood there scared to death thinking he had seriously injured his friend. Robert stood up slowly. Simon turned his attention to James. The way he felt at that moment he could have battered him into next week. He was so angry his face was red. He grabbed James by the arm and was just about to drop him on the spot when two things happened at the same time. James used his Karate and caught Simon in the diaphragm. He dropped like a ton of bricks fighting for air. Robert shouted. "Stop. Don't hurt him." James assumed he was talking to him and pulled his punch but not enough to stop Simon from kissing the deck. Simon assumed he was talking to him and was relaxing his grip just as the blow landed. "You had best get these on and get lost before he recovers." Robert said as he threw their clothes at them. "Simon won't like that much and I doubt Ill be able to save you if he turns nasty, which he will most likely." "I'll drop these round tonight." Thomas said as both James and he headed for cover in the woods prior to getting dressed and high tailing it out of there. It was Robert's turn to comfort Simon. He was indeed in a foul mood and cursed and swore at the now absent James before swearing vengeance. Simon picked himself up off the ground with Robert's help and the two sore boys walked back to Robert's. Neither of them said much but both were thinking along similar lines. When they got back to Robert's they had a surprise. Both Mike and Simon's mum were there. They were all sat talking in the living room as the boys entered. "What have we done now?" Simon asked the gathering. "You tell us." Mike answered before anyone else had a chance to speak. The other parents caught on to his tactic very quickly. "Nothing." Robert replied as he tried hard to work out what they might have done that the others may have found out about. "Then why are we gathered here? Smarty-pants." Robert closed his eyes and touched his forehead like a fortune teller. "I'm sorry but my crystal ball has broken and this method isn't as good." He answered sarcastically. "Sit down boys." Robert's dad told them gently. Simon sat in the armchair and Robert sat on the arm. By now both boys were extremely nervous but neither could have told you why. "I have some bad news for you son." Mike started. "It's about Auntie Flow." He continued. Simon braced himself for a shock. "She has passed on." Simon's intuition had paid off. He didn't see her very often but she was his favourite Aunt. He reached for Robert. Robert simply redirected his hug towards Simon's mother. She was after all her sister and he her son. Simon went and sat on her lap and hugged her tight as the news sank in. "I'm sorry mum. I know how fond of her you were. I only wish that I had gone with you more often instead of thinking about myself." "It's ok son. She enjoyed your phone calls just as much as she would have your visits. They were, after all, your own idea and she knew that." His mother reassured him. "Mum. Can Robert stay tonight? I could really use him being around." None of the adults raised any objections. The surprise came from Robert. "Tonight you need your family around you. Despite how we feel about each other, it wouldn't be right. I'll stop here tonight and see you tomorrow morning." Robert said. It was how he felt but it was also a very hard decision to make because he also felt he should be with Simon. "Tomorrow night may be." He could see the look of disappointment in Simon's eyes. With that he and his parents left. "That was a very grown up thing you did son." His dad commented. "I knew it was what was expected of me, besides, he needs him mum while he gets over the shock and I think I may have got a little jealous." His father ruffled his hair and went out into the kitchen. Robert just sat down and thought about the stories Simon had told him of the things his Aunt and he had done. "Dad, I'm just going out for a while. I won't be long." Robert stood up and headed out the front door without waiting for a response. He headed into town and rummaged around the various shops looking for just the right card to give to Simon but had no luck. Then he had an idea. He would make one himself. He was quite good at drawing and Squirt had some coloured pencils. He headed back home like a man with a purpose. A couple of hours later it was finished. He had never worked so hard for so long but the results were worth it. He had dug out a picture Simon had given him after their last visit to see his aunt and using this as a guide he had drawn and coloured in a bust of Simon surmounted by a bust of his aunt surrounded by a love heart and some roses. He spent the next hour or so trying to find the right words and perfect the style of writing he wanted to use. "You've done really well son. I didn't realise you were such a good artist." His mum told him. "It's only copying really but it conveys how I feel about his loss and it will also remind him of how he feels about her." "There is only one problem, son." "What's that?" "It's too big for any of the envelopes we have." Robert was gob-smacked. But then, his eyes lit up. "Mum. I need a really big favour." "What is it?" "You know that picture frame in the hall, that big double sided one?" "Yes." She said sensing what was coming. "Can I use that and get you a new one to replace it?" "Well," she thought for a moment. "Seeing how much effort you have put into the card, I'll get it and give it a good clean first, then we can all sign the card. Is that ok?" Robert's eye lit up. The message was really from him but he didn't mind. Simon would understand. That night as Robert laid in bed all he could think of was Simon and the fun they had had together. Then the news that broke that afternoon about his aunt clouded his thoughts. Try as he did, he couldn't even raise a match stick never mind a tent pole in his pants. From then on, every thought of Simon also brought the picture of Simon's aunt to mind. He eventually went to sleep cuddling his pillow. The following morning dawned dull and miserable. There was rain in the air. Some how it seemed appropriate to Robert as he left the house, his card for Simon safely wrapped in a bin liner. He knocked on the door and after a short while Simon answered. No sooner had Robert entered, even before the door was closed, Simon had his arms wrapped around Robert and greeted his friend as though he hadn't seen him in years. He looked like he hadn't slept for a week. His eyes were red and puffy; his hair was a mess. "You look a real sight!" Robert said to Simon. "No shit." He answered sarcastically. "I haven't slept all night." The boys walked through to the living room. Simon's mum was sat in her armchair. "Hello Robert. Can you try and get him to sleep. I've had no luck." "I'll try, but I'm not sure how successful I'll be. Oh, by the way, I have brought this over for you." He said as he handed Simon and his mum the card. They carefully removed the card from the bag before unwrapping it. Both of their faces lit up for a second as they saw the picture on the front but soon they returned to their former expression of loss and sorrow. "Thank-you Robert. It's very good. You have really captured their characters very well." Simon's mum gave him a big hug. Simon turned it over and read the message on the reverse. His eyes immediately filled with tears as he lurched forward and gave Robert a truly grateful and passionate embrace. Robert was forced to break it off after a few seconds. He could see Simon's mother's embarrassment. Simon handed the card to his mother. She read the message and tears immediately filled her eyes. Both boys crouched down to comfort her. She was quickly learning just how sensitive and caring Robert could really be. "You boys get yourself off up stairs. I need some time alone." "Are you sure?" Simon asked. She nodded and the boys left the room. As they left the room, Robert tugged Simon off to the right gesturing him to keep quiet. They headed off to the kitchen. Robert set about making some tea for Simon's mum and the pair of them. While they waited for the kettle to boil Robert turned to Simon and wrapped his arms around him, tight. "I really," Robert kissed Simon, "missed you," he kissed him again, "last night." He said resuming his tonguing kiss. "Why didn't you come over?" Simon asked breaking the kiss but continuing the embrace. "It wouldn't have been right. Besides you would have turned to me for comfort instead of your mum. She needed you and your father just as much as you felt you needed me." The kettle began to whistle. With the tea made and a cup delivered to Simon's mum the boys headed off upstairs. "Right. Now to sort you out." Robert said in a commanding but affectionate tone of voice as he turned to Simon and placed him in the centre of the floor. Carefully and systematically he stripped Simon off. Every time he started to say something Robert put a finger over his mouth. "Come with me." He said as he led Simon across the landing to the bathroom. "Teeth." He said pointing to the basin. He had noticed immediately they kissed that Simon's daily routine was all-to-cock. While Simon cleaned his teeth, Robert ran the bath. By the time Simon had cleaned his teeth the bath was ready and Robert had stripped down to his boxers. Simon knew what was expected of him. As he climbed into the bath he wrapped an arm around Robert and using his superior strength brought him in with him. There was a loud splash as the water leaped out of the bath in an attempt to avoid the two boys as gravity took them down to the bottom of the tub. "You silly bugger." Robert exclaimed. "We. No. I am supposed to be sorting you out. Besides the doors wide open and your mum is downstairs." "Don't worry. She told me earlier that if I wanted some time alone with you I could have it." Robert stood up and removed his boxers before dumping them in the basin. Whilst this was happening, Simon had picked up the soap and started to rub it over Robert's body. "You didn't think you were going to have all the fun did you?" "No but I wanted to get the work done before we started fooling around." He answered with a grim that was spread right across his face. It wasn't long before his body responded to Simon's touch and his breathing became erratic. With a quick flick of his finger on the end of Robert's boyhood the impending explosion was postponed. Simon brought him down to his knees and held on to him. They stayed like that for several minutes while Robert recovered. With the tables turned, Robert quickly soaped Simon's legs down before getting him to kneel. His hands wandered freely over his lover's body. Spending more time on some areas than others but Simon didn't care. They were together, that was the main thing. When both boys were clean, Simon more so than Robert, they dried each other off and headed back to Simon's room taking care to close the door this time. Robert pulled Simon down onto the bed and started exploring the hidden depths of his mouth with his tongue. Naturally, Simon responded faster than lightening, but then, when you are in love as much as these two, response times tend to be short any way. They stayed on the bed; their bodies joined at the mouth as their arms, legs and hands did their best to caress every inch of each other's body. Nature started taking its course and before long there were two steel like rods camped firmly between the boys both nearing an explosive conclusion. "Wait." Simon said breaking off the kiss. "There's something we haven't done for a long time." He started wriggling down the bed as an expectant Robert lay there gently stroking the back of his head and neck. Robert closed his eyes and an involuntary grunt escaped from him. Simon's mouth was performing the same trick it had when they were on camp. His was now firmly held in a warm wet cavern that was performing its miracles far better than it had ever before. Robert's body was becoming increasingly tense as his level of excitement grew. The electric like tingles were flowing from his lovers mouth and tongue like never before. He closed his eyes as vivid colours started flashing through his mind. He grabbed the bedclothes with his left hand and held on tightly, his knuckles turning white. He was about to explode when suddenly, the sensations changed; a different area was receiving attention, then it changed back again. It was all getting too much for him. "Si-mon!" He cried out at the top of his voice as he exploded. His lover was ready as he greedily consumed all Robert had to off. Robert relaxed totally as he lay on the bed. He couldn't even open his eyes, well, not at that moment. He could feel the bed moving around him. It felt like he was at sea then as he opened his eyes his lover was laying beside him, his mouth held firmly shut but smiling. He leant forwards and pressed his lips to Robert's. As he opened his mouth to kiss him Robert became aware of a new and exciting taste. It took a few moments for him to realise Simon was giving him some of his own back. His tongue shot straight into Simon's mouth as he greedily tried to get more. There was a knock at the door. "Are you two alright?" It was Simon's mother. The sudden yell had brought her running up stairs. Fortunately, for the boys, she had calmed herself before reaching the top of the stairs. "We're ok thanks mum." Simon shouted back. Robert was still partially out of it. He just lay there like a naked rag doll. Oblivious to what was going on. "Are you sure? It didn't sound like it a moment ago." "It was only Robert." He stopped short. How can he explain this to his mother? "We're alright. Promise." "Maybe I should just check?" "No. No, please don't." Simon's voice filled with fear. Fear of how she might react to what she saw. There was the sound of receding footsteps out on the landing and down the stairs. "You stupid bugger. You nearly had my mum in here with that shout of yours!" Simon said turning to Robert who by now was lying on the bed with his head and shoulders propped up on his elbows. "They're gonna walk in on us sometime." Robert responded. "They're bound too." "I know but I'm not ready for that. Not yet." Simon said as he turned to face Robert who instinctively put his arms out and pulled him closer. Simon responded by rolling over and turning his back on Robert. He was still upset, not by what had happened but by Robert's response to it. It seemed to him that he didn't care about what other's thought and felt about them. Robert hugged him tighter. Simon shook himself, trying to loosen himself form Robert's grip. "Hey. Getting all moody and sulky ain't going to sort out our differences of opinion. We've got to talk about it." Simon moved down to the foot of the bed and just sat there. "If all you can do is act like an overgrown kid I'm going home." Robert said as he stood up. As he passed Simon he noticed the telltale silvery glint of tear trails running down his face. Robert immediately felt guilty. Of what, he wasn't sure. He knelt down in front of Simon. "What is it? What's the matter?" Simon grabbed him and held on as if his life depended on it. He was really going for it by now. Robert couldn't understand very much through the sobs but he figured it was to do with his aunt. He knelt there rocking Simon back and forth. The door opened and Simon's Mum walked in. "What is it? What's the matter with Simon?" Robert immediately felt uncomfortable. The two of them, naked, with Simon's mum standing there didn't feel right. "I think it's his aunt." "He hasn't cried properly for her until now. He was trying to hold it back, putting a brave face on it." She started stroking the back of his head. He turned to face her and then buried his face back in Robert's shoulder. They stayed like that for over half an hour. Robert eventually coaxed Simon into bed and as he was about to leave him he was asked, through the sobs, "Stay with me. Please." Robert slid in beside his friend and lover and pulled the covers over them both. They both fell asleep. Simon wrapped in a reassuring embrace form Robert. During the hours that followed, both of Simon's parents looked in on them. Neither could help but feel touched by the site of these two boys, boys who were truly in love with each other. Robert awoke the next morning. The sun was streaming in through the window. Shock suddenly hit him. He had stayed out all night and he hadn't told his parents where he was or anything. "Shit!" Robert suddenly exclaimed. "My arse will be red-raw by the time my dad's finished with it." He said out loud not really thinking about it. "Don't worry." Came a voice from the landing. It was Mike, Simon's dad. "I phoned them last night and explained what was going on. "You mean about me sleeping with Simon." His voice started to tremble as he realised he had said his thoughts out loud. "No. That you were looking after Simon when he needed you most." There was a pause. "What do you mean, sleeping with Simon?" There was a longer pause before raucous laughter burst out. Mike was having a joke with him but Robert hadn't realised until that moment. He came in and sat on the bed beside Robert. Robert blushed as he realised they had turned over in the night and he could feel Simon's hard boyhood pressing against his buttocks and Simon's hand was caressing his erect boyhood, with Mike sitting on the bed right next to his son's hand. "Don't be embarrassed. We expected you two to get together at some point and we, both your parents and us, would prefer that it happened somewhere safe. Somewhere where no one can harm you." Robert relaxed a little. "You mean you don't mind?" He said quizzically. "WE don't like it, but, this is the lesser of the evils." Mike scratched his head as if he was trying to decide weather to say something in addition or not. He continued "You know your dad and I. How can I put it. We messed around a bit when we were your age." "In the shed." Robert chipped in. Mike was surprised. He didn't think anyone else knew about the incident. "When you got caught." Robert added. "Yea. What a hiding we got. My old man went bananas." Mike suddenly frowned at Robert. Robert pushed back away from him. Mike started to laugh again. "Don't worry. I'm not my old man. Thank heavens." "For a moment there I thought." "You thought what? That I was going to give you a hiding like your father had. No. Times have changed, besides, I haven't got a belt on." They both started laughing. "Hey you two. Can't a boy get any sleep around here?" Simon suddenly piped up. The others just looked at him and started laughing even harder. Mike left the boys and Robert tried to explain what his father and he were talking and laughing about. Some how it lost a lot in the telling. The funeral was held a few days later and Robert had a hard job not to showing his love and affection for Simon whilst his relatives were around. Both Mike and his dad had asked the boys to keep their private life to them selves as much as possible. The phrase "Tongues wag" kept cropping up but they still managed to find the odd moment to be together. The summer holiday passed quickly for both with very few incidents. The only one of any prominence was when they became over friendly and Thomas put two and two together and made four, which actually made a change for him. He was renown for jumping to the wrong conclusions. The one thing that no one realised was just how close Thomas and James had become. At one point he was asked not to spend so much time with James, which was how he stumbled over Robert and Simon's secret. It all started one sunny afternoon when the three of them were out on a hike. They had completed around 12 miles and had stopped for a break about mid-afternoon. They were only 3 or 4 miles from home and in the middle of a wood when Thomas dared Robert to do a round of bear arse kissing. Of course, this was no particular challenge to Robert but Thomas took exception when he made a meal of kissing Simon's bottom and only a light snack of his. Well one thing led to another and eventually Thomas passed a rather personal comment about the other two being gay. Simon instead of denying it responded with "So what if we are." Anyway, to cut a long and messy story short. Thomas realised that Simon was being straight with him, and although he half suspected it, was shocked. It took a lot of effort to persuade him to keep his mouth shut and to leave them to come out when they were ready. Robert and Simon saw very little of Thomas after that. Until, school restarted. To be continued, maybe??? If I get enough responses I will continue the story but ideas are a little short at the moment. If you have any comments or suggestions please email me at teller_of_tales@hotmail.com as usual flames will be ignored. I would like to thank Lenny for proof reading this part of Simon's story. Why not look for some of his stories in the Nifty Archive? Try his story "Anthony" also in the "Young-Friends" section.