Date: Tue, 25 Aug 1998 11:54:36 PDT From: TellerOf Tales Subject: Simon's Story part 6 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 and ASSGM Archives. Do not distribute it to any newsgroups and/or other web-sites without permission from the author. To understand this part of Simon and Robert's on-going story better I suggest you read Simon's Story parts 1 to 5 before starting this part. Classification: tt mast spank anal Simon's Story Part 6: Fallout Simon met Robert at his house the following morning. It was still too early to head off to school so they sat chatting quietly in the sitting room. Most of the talk was about the 6-year-old with cancer that they had met when in hospital and how they could help make life more comfortable for others like him. Robert also had another more pressing worry on his mind. "What about the fat kid? He's sure to make more trouble this week, and he's in most of my classes." "Don't worry. James sorted him out last week. It's the other two we need to worry about. You know, those two older guys that gave us a hard time last Friday." Simon replied. "If they get their friends together we could be in big trouble!" "After that beating they might even go for us when we are alone." Robert said nervously. He wasn't much of a fighter despite James's attempts to teach him some Judo. The boys left for school. Every thing seemed pretty normal as they went in. There were small groups of kids dotted around the place but no one seemed to be paying them undue attention. Even their tutor room was relatively quiet. The fat kid just stared silently. No remarks or sly digs, nothing. The morning was just the same as any other. At lunchtime the boys were out in the playground. James, Greg and Thomas were chasing a football round the playground, which left Simon and Robert on their own. They were sitting on the wall around a raised flowerbed when a ball came flying over and hit Simon in the face. He fell backwards onto the flowerbed. Some boys came over looking for their ball and the fat kid was with them. Robert knew trouble was just around the corner. Simon was a little disorientated when he heard a yell from Robert. He was still lying amongst the flowers. As he started to sit up a fist hit him hard in the stomach. He fell back down amongst the flowers. He recognised one of the boys. It was Chris, the kid that took a beating from them the previous Friday. "Now shit for brains! It's my turn!" Simon was forcefully pulled out of the flowerbed by his arms. He struggled as hard as he could but couldn't break free of the two older boys that were holding him up. "No one drops me and gets away with it, CUNT!" From one blow Simon heard the most tremendous cracking sound as his eyes started to water. His vision blurred and he had that horrible ammonia like smell. Blood was flowing freely from his nose down over his mouth and chin. He was scared his nose had been broken. Chris had one final surprise for Simon. He brought his knee up hard and fast between Simon's legs leaving him crumpled up in a heap on the floor surrounded by a pool of his own blood. Robert was faring a little better at William's hands. He took a severe kicking before he too received a good hard kick in the balls. "Fuck off out of here! This school is for normal kids and not for the likes of you. Arse Fucker!" William shouted. It was all over in 3 - 4 minutes. Rumours of the fight spread round the school faster than light along with exaggerated details of the action. Simon was annoyed, more at himself than anything else; he hadn't even hit one of them and got a bloody nose into the bargain. Knowing what the teachers were like they both headed for the toilets, as fast as they could, and cleaned themselves up. Fortunately for Simon his nose wasn't broken and by the end of lunch they looked pretty much the same as usual apart from a few green stains on their shirts and a slightly unusual walk. The rest of the afternoon was pretty routine and just before school ended for the day their tutor Ms. Wilson asked them both to stay behind. "Do you want to talk about it?" She asked them. The boys just turned and looked at each other. "No Miss." Robert answered for both of them. "So what was all the trouble about at lunch time?" "What trouble Miss?" Simon asked. "Don't give me that. You two were in a fight and I guess things didn't go your way judging by the talk around school. So come on get it off your chests!" Ms. Wilson was normally pushy but on this occasion she excelled herself. "It was just a misunderstanding. That's all." "About what?" She asked. There was total silence. "Come on!" There was another longer pause. "Some one threw a ball and it hit me in the face knocking me backward onto the flowers and things got a little out of hand. That's all Miss." "Show me your hands. Both of you." She carefully looked at their hands, back and front. "You two obviously didn't do much which means you were on the receiving end of it and still you stick up for these thugs." Again there was silence. "How about if I tell you what was going on?" She asked. "Miss?" Robert said questioningly. "Rumour has it that you two aren't the same as most boys." She was watching their reactions closely. "I don't mean physically but in your relationships." Both Robert and Simon tried to suppress their surprise but failed miserably. "So there is some truth to it. How long have you been " she paused for a moment trying to choose the right words "together"? "What do you mean Miss?" Robert tried to ask innocently. "You know what I mean. You're an item, a couple, aren't you?" Both Simon and Robert blushed profusely making it impossible to deny it even if they wanted to. "Yes miss." Simon said almost proudly. "Yes miss." Robert added following Simon's lead. "I thought so. You have both been closer this term, much closer and almost inseparable when you share the same classes. I'm not saying you have done anything wrong, far from it. Just be careful. A lot of the kids around here have bad attitudes towards non-conformists. You might do better if you tried enlightening them, discretely mind you, rather than fighting them. Other wise you will probably come off worst in the end. Here take these and read them." She said handing them some leaflets. "They suggest places you can go and talk to people who have experienced what you are going through. They might be able to help you through this rough patch." Both Simon and Robert sat there thinking about what Ms. Wilson had said. It made sense to them besides; they might even meet others their own age in the same or a similar situation. "Thanks Miss." They both said almost together. "Go on, get out of here." The boys stood up and as they started to turn away. "You won't tell anyone will you Miss. Please." Robert asked. "Not unless I have to." She smiled and some how the boys felt a strange understanding with her. Thomas, James and Greg were waiting for them at the school gates. "Where have you been? We've been waiting for hours." James asked. "We had to stay behind." Simon explained without going into detail. Simon and Robert walked together with the others who slowly went their own way. Both boys had been strangely quiet all the way home. They had been polite to their friends but didn't say any more than they had to. When they got back to Robert's they let themselves in and went straight up to his bedroom. They got themselves comfortable on the bed and started reading through the leaflets they had been given. They were mainly about support groups and counselling. There was a group that specialised in helping young people. "These look good. Why don't we phone them and see what they say?" Robert asked Simon. Simon carefully read the leaflet through. "Seems ok." They headed off downstairs and after asking to use the phone they called the group. They spent a few minutes chatting to them and eventually agreed to go and see them the next day after school. Robert explained what they were going to do to his mum. She appeared relieved. They had no idea that she, together with Simon's mother, had been talking to their tutor, Ms. Wilson. Simon left for home a little later and confirmed with Robert that his mother was happy for them to go ahead later on by phone. School was pretty mediocre the next day. The wind-ups and snide remarks continued but there were no major dramas. Straight after school the boys headed off to the address on the leaflet. They knocked on the door and were let in by a young lad, Peter, who appeared to be no more than 16. This encouraged them a little but both were really nervous about discussing their private lives with a stranger. As it turned out Peter was also gay. He spent some time making sure they understood the legalities of their relationship before relaxing and just letting them tell him what they wanted to. An hour or so later Robert and Simon left feeling as though some one had removed a ton weight from their shoulders. They now realised that they weren't the only ones in their situation. Peter had explained that they would only meet other lads, and lasses, when the others were willing to meet them. They all knew exactly what it was like to face ridicule and scorn. The next day at school was a turning point for Robert. Despite meeting Peter the previous night the pressure from other people was starting to get to him. At morning break he finally broke. A kid about Robert's age shouted. "Hey, Robert. How's your bum chum this morning? Did he give you a good one last night?" Robert turned and looked the kid square in the eyes and just stared at him. He was shaking all over. His palms were sweating and there were beads of perspiration starting to build up on his forehead. He didn't know weather to explode or just lay down and die. "Oy, poofter, where's your bum boy today?" Robert's heart was racing and he was breathing very quickly now. He started to go dizzy and then nothing. The next thing he knew he was laying on the ground. "Lay still Robby. It's ok. You passed out." Simon said reassuringly in his ear. Robert could think of nothing else but Simon. He fought to get hold of him. Nothing was going to get in his way. "Calm down Robert. Calm down." Said one of the teachers. He continued to struggle. He had to get hold of Simon. That was all he wanted. Simon had never seen him like this before. He was scared that there was something wrong then a voice behind him gently said. "Hold him." He glanced over his shoulder. It was Ms. Wilson. She nudged him gently forward. That was all he needed. He moved like the wind and gently and lovingly lifted Robert up into his arms. They hung on to each other as though it was there last ever chance of being together. Robert was still breathing very quickly and Simon gently held a bag to Robert's mouth and nose as a teacher told Robert to concentrate on slowing his breathing down. After a few minutes Simon lead Robert off to the sick room where Robert gave in to his major desire at that moment and kissed Simon long and hard. There was the sound of a woman clearing her throat behind them. It was Ms. Wilson. She looked at them in a strange way. Almost as if she knew just how they felt. She said nothing. "Can you give this number a ring and ask for Peter please Miss?" Simon asked trying to fight his way through his embarrassment. "Your Counsellor?" She asked. Simon just nodded yes. She went away and Simon picked up where he and Robert had left off. A few minutes later Ms. Wilson returned. "Peter can't come over at the moment, he's at school but Philip is on his way. You two just wait in here and behave." She smiled as she turned and left. Again the boys felt as if she understood how they felt. This puzzled them both. About 10 minutes later there was a knock at the door and Simon let in a man. He introduced himself as Philip, Peter's colleague. They spent over an hour talking. They found out why Robert had fainted. It was due to hyperventilation and a panic attack. The pressure of the situation and those around him had brought it on. Robert was much calmer now and it wasn't until Ms. Wilson pointed out that Simon had hugged Robert out in the playground that they realised their relationship was now common knowledge around school. The playground had been cleared but there were still a lot of people watching from a distance. There was a gentle tap on the door. Ms. Wilson opened it and James came rushing in. It took her by surprise when he went straight over and hugged them both before realising they weren't alone. Thomas just peered around the door. "What's going on here?" She said quite loudly to James. He blushed and tried to hide his face in his shirt. "That sort of behaviour won't be tolerated young man!" Her tone softened as she waved Thomas in. "It's alright. Robert's fine. Now off to your lessons you two. Now!" James and Thomas scooted off, apparently to their lessons, happier now that they knew Robert was ok but both had 1001 questions that couldn't wait until lunchtime. Robert stood up and made ready to leave. "Are you ready for this?" She asked. "Yes miss. The longer I leave it, the harder it's going to be." He did however pick up the paper bag, fold it neatly, and put it in his pocket. "Just in case." He said with a grim. As he was leaving he said. "Thanks Miss." And moved as though he was going to hug her but Simon just coughed lightly causing Robert to change his mind. They met up with Thomas and James who were lurking just around the corner. James started asking questions faster than anyone could answer them but was palmed off with "Leave it until lunch time." The rest of the day was less eventful. It was the girls now that puzzled Simon and Robert. They seemed to be more interested in them. Simon and Robert's other friends stayed pretty close to them when they had the opportunity but Robert was left pretty much on his own during class. That evening when he got home he discovered that the school had made the obligatory phone call and every thing had been explained to his mother. "How are you feeling now son?" She asked as he entered the front door. "Fine. I don't understand what all the fuss was about." "You pass out at school and worry us all and all you can say is 'you don't understand what all the fuss was about.' You ungrateful sod!" Simon interrupted and gave Robert a hard stare. He could see the tears starting to build up in his eyes. "Come here son." His mother said as she stretched out her arms towards him. Robert sat down with a bump on the settee beside her and the hugged long and hard. "You know Simon is right. Don't you?" He nodded without releasing the hug. The phone started ringing. "I'll get it!" Simon said not wanting to disturb the touching scene before him. Although they couldn't hear what was said clearly it was obvious that it was someone Simon knew. He poked his head around the door. "It's Peter. He'd like to know if he and Philip could come round and talk to us tonight? They are a little concerned about what happened today." "That's the counsellor guy isn't it?" Robert's mother asked. "Yes." Simon answered. His mother looked questioningly at Robert. He just looked back at her. "What time? I'd like his father here." Simon disappeared but returned pretty quickly. "Around 8 if that's ok?" "No problem." Simon passed the message on to Peter and hung up the phone. He sat down beside Robert and gently put an arm around him. "I think you should stay for tea and help me look after this one. I'll give your mum a ring and let her know." Simon nodded and before long Robert was hugging him just as tightly as he had his mother while she went to the phone and then started preparing tea for them all. "What's wrong with Robby?" Asked Squirt. "He had a funny turn at school today Squirt. There's nothing to worry about though." Simon said reassuringly to Robert's younger brother. Squirt wriggled his way in between Robert and Simon and it wasn't long before he was sat on his brother's lap with Simon now edged out. The brothers sat there talking for nearly 20 minutes and by the time they had finished Robert looked much more cheerful than he had almost all day. Robert's father came home and after tea the three boys tidied the living room ready for the visitors. Squirt sat in the window looking out for the guests. Robert had made a conscious decision that including him would be much more beneficial this time and far less complicated. His father agreed. "They're here." Called a squeaky little voice as a car pulled up outside. "There's three of them!" Another chair was hurriedly brought in from the kitchen and Robert, with Simon at his side, let them in. Peter did the introductions and they soon found out that Mark, the third guest, was Peter's partner and Philip was their counsellor and mentor. For the next couple of hours there was an awful lot of talking. It was mainly about their emotions and how they were coping with the stress their situation had generated, not only for them but also for their families. They were all told about different ways of dealing with the stress. Simon and Robert went up stairs with Peter and Mark who spoke about their relationship and how they overcame the difficulties they encountered. For the relatively short time they spent talking together both Simon and Robert learned a lot and if anything became even closer having seen, that despite their age, it was possible to battle through all of the bigotry and prejudism. For the first time since their relationship developed they didn't feel alone! Simon was allowed to stop over that night. An event that wasn't usually permitted on school nights but that day hadn't been a normal day either. Simon sorted himself out in the bathroom while Robert spent some time with Squirt who had a large number of questions before he too slid into bed beside Simon. "Hey. You've got your skiddies on." Robert said disappointedly. "We've got school tomorrow and we both need some sleep." "They won't stop me." Robert replied. He disappeared beneath the blankets and before too long he was proven right as he emerged triumphantly from beneath the bedclothes waving Simon's boxers like a flag. "Are you happy now?" Simon asked feeling a little vexed at his lover's persistence and determination. "I will be shortly." Robert responded with a big grin on his face. Simon gave in gracefully, which made a change for him. "Si' what do you think about us when we're apart?" Simon just looked at Robert. It's not the sort of question he usually asked and caught him by surprise. "Oh. I don't know." He said thinking briefly. "There's a song by the Everly brothers about dreaming." "Sing it for me. Please." "I'm not sure of all the words but it goes like this." He paused and cleared his throat. "When I want you, in my arms, when I want you, and all your charms. When ever I want you all I have to do is dre-e-e-am dream dream dream" There was a sudden croak in his voice and it suddenly sounded very strange. Robert stifled a laugh realising immediately what may be happening. "Don't worry Si'. I know exactly which song it is." He leant over and tenderly kissed Simon's cheek. Simon started to speak again and the pitch of his voice was all over the place. Some times it didn't even come out at all. Simon buried his face in Robert's shoulder. The embarrassment was too much for him. "Hey. Don't worry about it. It happens to us all." Robert reassured Simon as he gently stroked the back of his head and neck. "It's ok for you. It's not your voice that's breaking." Simon's voice had settled at a lower pitch for the moment. "No but it will and I hope you'll be around to support me." Simon just smiled. "What do you think about when we're apart?" Simon said as his voice started to go funny again. "I don't know. I think more of the fun we've had together." "What the sexy stuff?" He said with a wry grin. "Some times but also the other stuff too like summer camp. You know when we were in the water." Robert stopped as his memory took over. Both of them just lay there with dreamy expressions as tears of joys started welling up in their eyes. The boys spent the next half an hour or so gently caressing each other's bodies before falling asleep. The boys were woken gently in the morning by Squirt. He was dressed and ready for school. Simon was the first to realise the time and threw the covers off of them. "Hey Robby! We're late!" He said just before slapping Robert's bare behind who jumped up with a start as a crimson hand mark started to develop. "Cut that out. It hurt." Squirt was stood close by and started to giggle. "What are you laughing at?" Robert shouted as he bound out of bed. "You've got boners." Squirt giggled a little more when he saw the effect his new word had on the other two. Simon and Robert dashed about like loonies trying to get ready for school but only seemed to keep falling over each other. Squirt was enjoying a good laugh at these two comedians. The boys made it into school just as the bell started ringing. They sat down in their tutor room panting. Ms. Wilson just smiled as she jumped to the wrong conclusions. "You two must have been at it all night!" The fat kid said loudly. Before either of the boys could say anything Ms. Wilson bellowed at him. "What on earth do you mean by that?" She paused. "I think you had better stand up here in front of the tutor group and explain what you meant but you can only use the proper terms. The fat kid stood up and waddled to the front of the class getting redder and redder as he went. "Everyone knows they're bu . . . Homo's" He corrected mid-sentence "and we all know what they get up to, don't we." There was silence. "Well don't we?" He looked around the class for support but it wasn't there. A hand shot up. "What's a Homo?" Asked one of the boys. The fat kid was lost for words. Simon whispered some thing to Robert. The fat kid started to mumble and pretty soon his embarrassment and the fact that the class had started to laugh at him only made matters worse. The bell went and the class went off to their lessons. Morning break passed. There were a couple of unpleasant episodes for Simon and Robert but, to their surprise, the girls stepped in and started defending them. In fact the girls seemed friendlier now than they had in the past. Robert soon discovered that they were no longer seen as a threat. Lunch break went pretty well despite more taunting by the other boys but again the girls sorted it out. That evening, just as Robert was heading off to bed there was an urgent sounding knock at the door. He let his father answer it. Well boxers aren't really right for answering the front door in, are they? Any way, Robert paused on the stairs; just long enough to find out that it was Mike. His dad stepped outside and they spoke for a few minutes before Mike brought in the rest of his family. Simon immediately shot past them and hugged Robert as if his life was about to end. Robert sat him down on the stairs and comforted him as best he could. Poor Simon was shaking like a leaf. The two fathers just looked at them and smiled. "I think that's one problem resolved. Don't you?" Mike said to Robert's father. "I think that was pretty much a foregone conclusion." They both smiled. The adults went into the sitting room. Robert stayed on the stairs with Simon, listening to what was going on. It was proving difficult to get anything sensible out of Simon but it soon became clear that there had been some sort of fire and the house had been damaged. It wasn't serious but the house was uninhabitable at the moment. Robert gently coaxed Simon up to his room and after undressing him put him to bed. When he was settled Robert went down to find out what was going to happen next. By this time it had been agreed that Simon was going to stop with Robert during the week while Mike and his wife went and stayed at Aunt Flows house which was still up for sale. With everything settled Robert went up to bed. One of his dreams had come true, for a while anyway. After slipping out of his boxers he slid in beside Simon and after gently kissing his cheek curled up and was soon fast asleep. In the early hours of the morning Robert was startled from his sleep when Simon started thrashing his arms and legs about. He seemed to be trying to escape and was shouting some thing like fire. Robert tried to calm him down with little effect. His eyes were suddenly dazzled as the light in his room came on. It was his mum and dad. They too tried to calm Simon down and after several minutes succeeded but not until Squirt had also been disturbed and had blundered in bleary eyed. "What's goin' on?" He asked. "It's ok. Simon's having a bad dream." Robert's dad replied. Squirt immediately scrambled across the bed and curled up behind Simon gently wrapping his arm over his shoulder and chest. "It looks as though we have gained another son?" Robert's mother commented idly. "It does, doesn't it." Before anyone really knew what was happening Simon and Squirt were both fast asleep and Robert didn't have far to go either. Robert's dad gently re-arranged the quilt over the now sleeping boys and switched the light off as he and his wife headed off to bed again. "I'm not sure I like having Squirt in with the boys?" Robert's mother said to her husband as they lay in bed. "I think he'll be ok. Neither of them would touch him." He responded catching his wife's point almost immediately. "They both know in no uncertain terms what would happen if they did!" "I know this is only temporary but could you have a chat with them tomorrow and make it clear. You know. Lay down some ground rules or something. Robert and Simon have been getting fairly intimate of late and I don't want Squirt seeing anything let alone being involved." "It's ok love. I'll talk to them." It wasn't long before both adults joined the boys in the land of dreams. The following morning the house was in total chaos as everyone fought to get in to the bathroom. At one point Squirt was washing with Simon in the shower and Robert hurrying them both up. Breakfast was a little more organised due mainly to the fact that Robert's mum gave up on the bathroom and started preparing breakfast early. In the end almost everyone made it out of the house more or less on time. School started off in the usual way. Both Simon and Robert were lugging their PE kits. Simon was forced to borrow some of Robert's spare kit. They knew it would be a little tight in places but it was better than nothing. Morning break finished and the boys took their usual places next to each other in the changing room. Simon changed into his borrowed kit, which was much tighter than either of them had reckoned on. He looked almost as if the shorts had been sprayed on. Every contour of his backside was clearly visible and the front left absolutely nothing to the imagination. "Hey. You look great in those." Robert said casually to Simon. "That's as may be but if I bend over my arse is going to hang out of the back seam." Robert chuckled. "That's something I'd like to see." "Simon! Get here now!" The games master bellowed. Simon responded immediately. "What do you think you are doing? You can't wear those!" "I know Sir. I was coming to see if you had a pair I could use." The games master just looked at him. "Go to lost property and borrow a pair." Simon left quickly but hadn't allowed for the fact that the corridor would be full of girls. Simon did his best to hide his embarrassment amid the barrage of wolf whistles and comments about his body as he fought his way down the corridor. He made it back to the changing room highly embarrassed and very red in the face. "Let that be a lesson to you." The games master said. The rest of the class burst out laughing. The boys were sent out onto the playing field. Simon thought he would never live the humiliation down and that it was all Robert's fault! The lesson went reasonably well despite some taunting about his borrowed shorts. But that was better than the usual taunts. The lesson finished and the boys were all smeared with mud and sweat. They hit the showers and things seemed to be going well when Robert caught Simon scanning the other guys. He brought his elbow back hard into Simon's ribs. There was a dull thud as it landed. "What the fuck was that for?" Simon shouted at Robert. Robert just walked off as the big green monster started to awaken in him. He was jealous! Simon tried several times during lunch to find out what had upset Robert but didn't get an answer. It wasn't until later that evening when things were starting to get out of hand that he found out. Robert was casually lying on his bed when Simon came in. He sat on the bed beside him. "What's wrong with you?" Simon asked but received the cold shoulder. He persisted with his question until Robert sat up and punched him hard in the side. "You!" He said. "What have I done?" "I saw you. You were eyeing the others up in the showers." He answered as he let loose another punch catching Simon on the arm. "Pack it in!" Another punch flew and Simon reacted this time. He pinned Robert down on the bed. They started struggling. Robert didn't really have a chance. Simon eventually lost his rag and slapped Robert hard across the face. Robert stopped instantly. Shocked. He hadn't expected Simon to do that especially as it was all Simon's fault, or so he thought. "You set me up with those shorts this morning. Trying to make a fool out of me." Simon stated. Still keeping Robert pinned down. "I tried to help you and you eye up the others. What sort of friend are you?" Simon noticed the use of the word 'friend'. "I only did it to get my own back! You above all others should know I'd never two-time you. Besides who else is there?" Both boys started to see the reality of the situation. Simon slowly released Robert and started heading out of the bedroom. Robert rolled over and cried hard into his pillow. The pain of his slapped face mingled with the pain of his stupidity. Certainly he wanted to see Simon in his tight shorts but he never wanted to embarrass him. Simon had locked himself in the bathroom. He was sat on the floor. He too was crying his heart out. He loved Robert so much that his slap hurt him as much mentally as it had Robert physically. There was a shout from down stairs. Robert's dad wanted to talk to the boys. He didn't get an answer mainly because neither of them heard him. He called again before coming up to see where they were. He opened Robert's door and was confronted by his son lying on his bed crying. Simon was no where to be seen. "D-a-d. Simon won't let me in the bathroom." Squirt said in a desperate sounding voice. "What's wrong with Robby?" He added as concern overcame his desperation. "I think they have had an argument." Squirt moved toward his brother. "No leave him and use the toilet downstairs." His father said calmly. Squirt ran off as desperation returned and was approaching the point where it could be too late. "Come on son. What's the matter?" Robert turned slowly. His father was surprised to see a large red hand mark on his son's face. Robert moved closer and wrapped his arms around his dad. He hugged him tight. "I've been a real idiot Dad. I thought Simon was going after someone else but he wasn't." "We all make mistakes son." "Yea, but I punched him." This really surprised his father who knew his son was no fighter. Robert's crying intensified. "Come on. You'll soon be back together. You two never could stay mad with each other for long." The door creaked as Simon opened it slowly. He knew Robert and his dad were in there and he was unsure of what to expect. Robert's dad put his arm out and Simon joined him and Robert on the bed. It didn't take long for him to resolve the boy's situation and got two wet shoulders into the bargain. When the boys were calmer he had a chat with them and ensured they knew the ground rules. When he left both boys were sitting on the bed, arms wrapped around each other crying with joy now with the knowledge that they had both made real pratts of themselves. It wasn't long before they had undressed and were under the bed covers. Their little bout of jealousy seemed to bring them even closer together, if that were possible. Robert wriggled free of Simon's arms and started kissing his way down his body. He lingered as he reached his nipples. Robert knew they were one of Simon's most sensitive areas and he was busy trying to say sorry for what he had done to him. By now Simon was writhing and squirming as his pleasure levels shot off the top of the scale. By the time Robert had reached his primary target Simon was making it quite difficult for him. He just couldn't lay still. Robert's ministrations made that virtually impossible. Robert acquired his primary targets. He started on his lover's silken sack. Gently sucking and kissing until it was so tight it made his task extremely difficult. He moved up slightly and started on the crown of the jewels. Simon's body went rigid almost immediately and Robert had to act fast to prevent him from making a mess of the sheets. He greedily swallowed all that Simon had to offer and tried for still more. He wasn't disappointed. He surfaced several minutes later to see Simon with an expression of perfect bliss and contentment on his face. They just lay there side by side for several minutes as Robert let Simon enjoy the afterglow he had worked so hard to create. It made him feel good to know he could give so much pleasure to someone he loved so much. Simon opened his eyes and lifted his head slightly before sealing his lips around Robert's. Their tongues started dancing as their passion grew. Simon gently rolled over on top of Robert without breaking their kiss. His knees parted and he straddled Robert's stomach. A hand that was busy caressing and stroking his lover's body slipped out from under the covers and reached for a jar. The lid popped off and Simon dipped a couple of fingers in. He coated Robert's sceptre liberally before he gently and lovingly impaled himself on it. There was as little uncomfortable pressure before the pleasure grew and Simon slowly and gently started rocking. Robert's eyes were screwed up tight as the pleasure he was receiving rapidly mounted. During all of this Simon's crowning jewel was also being slowly but surely worked into a potentially explosive state and for the first time they both passed the point of no return almost simultaneously. Simon stayed impaled as he lay on top of Robert. Both were covered in sweat and more than a little of the contents from Simon's treasure chest. They didn't hear the gentle tap on the door or the squeak as it opened but both felt a thrill of almost being caught in the act as Robert's mother came in. She was a little embarrassed but gently sat on the bed beside them and brushed their hair from their hot sweaty brows. "I'm glad to see you two have made up after your little tiff earlier." She smiled at them but couldn't decide if their glowing red faces were due to her presence or from what they had been doing. "Thanks mum." Robert said softly. He started to sit up a little but quickly changed his mind. "Yea thanks." Simon added as he sat up and kissed Robert's mum fondly on the cheek. As he sat up he groaned slightly as Robert's sceptre rubbed against that special spot. "I'll leave you two alone." She said with a growing grin on her face. She stood up and left closing the door behind her. "That was a gentle hint that it's getting late." Robert said as he glanced at his bedside clock. Simon responded by rocking his hips again and working on that special spot. It didn't take long for the boys to reach the point of no return for the last time that night. "Three all," Simon said as they slipped across the landing to the bathroom. Robert just grinned. There weren't two happier people in the whole of the world as far as they were concerned. They slipped into the shower and both enjoyed the feeling of the warm water as it cascaded down over their bodies. Simon started soaping Robert's jewels. He shied away. "Sorry love. I didn't mean to hurt you." "It's ok. I'm just a little sensitive, that's all." Simon felt awful. He should have known. He was felling the same way. He switched his attention to the rest of Robert's wet body as Robert returned the favour. It wasn't long before both boys were standing so proud they hurt but could do nothing about it. They slipped back to bed and just lay side by side holding hands as sleep took them both. I would like to thank Lord Vader for proof reading this part of the story. If you have any comments or suggestions please email me at teller_of_tales@hotmail.com as usual flames will be ignored.