Date: Sun, 13 Dec 1998 12:08:08 PST
From: TellerOf Tales <teller_of_tales@hotmail.com>
Subject: Simon's Story part 7 Revised 12/12/98

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 6 before starting this part.

Classification: tt mast spank anal

Simon's Story Part 7:
The Party

	It wasn't long before Robert's birthday came round. He had his
party for the family on the Friday night but there was still more fun to
come and what is more Robert had no idea of what had been arranged.
	There was a knock at the front door. Robert looked up at the
clock. It showed 3:30. There was still an hour and a half before he was
allowed out. He was in the middle of some extra study his parents had set
after a minor altercation with Squirt earlier that day. What he didn't know
was he had been set-up. His parents, Simon, his younger brother, and a few
others were in on it and, as it turned out, it was the best kept secret of
the century. There was another knock at the door. He looked up again and
was greeted by Greg's face peering in at him through the window.
	He answered the door. "Happy birthday Robert!" Greg announced as he
stumbled in through the door with a rather large rucksack on his back.
	"What's going on?" Robert asked with a bemused expression on his
face.
	"Don't ask me. I was told to be here at 3:30 with my stuff."
	Robert showed Greg in and he dumped his kit in the hall before
going on into the sitting room. "What are you doing?" Greg asked knowingly
but trying to remain nonchalant about it.
	"I had a fight with my little brother earlier and was told to do
some extra stuff for school."  Robert paused. He had a feeling something
was going on. "Look Greg. What is going on?"
	"I have told you all I know." Greg tried to sound annoyed at being
asked the same question twice.
	About 5 minutes later there was another knock on the door. Robert
went to answer it and there laying on his back on the path was James. It
looked as if he had toppled over backwards judging by the amount of kit he
has on his back, or should I say, under his back. Robert and Greg helped
him into the house.
	"Happy birthday!" James exclaimed in his high squeaky voice.
	"Thanks." Robert said politely trying hard not to let his
suspicions or his annoyance show through.
	"You'd better hurry up and get that done other wise none of us will
be able to have any fun."  James said closely followed by a yelp as Greg
thumped him hard on his thigh.
	"Right that's it! What the fuck is going on?" Robert by now was
more than a little annoyed.  He just stood there glaring at James and
Greg. Neither of them said anything. It was quickly becoming evident that
the surprise was falling flat. There was yet another knock at the
door. Robert stormed off to answer it. To his shock Thomas flew past him
carrying his kit with Simon hot on his heels. Thomas dumped his kit just
before he turned into the sitting room and Simon went flying, head first,
straight into the kitchen.
	By now Robert's sense of humour had failed completely. He slammed
the front door and went straight up to his room. All that could be heard
downstairs was the bang of his bedroom door.
	"What's up with him?" Simon asked the assembled group of boys.
	"I think it's just that he has to get on with that." Greg answered
pointing at the books gathered on the coffee table. "While we seem to be
gathering for some fun that he cannot join in with."
	"That figures." There was a short pause. "I think I had better go
and speak to him." The others nodded their agreement. "I'll be back in a
few moments." Simon headed up stairs and into Robert's bedroom.
	"What do you want?" Robert asked angrily.
	"We need to talk." Simon sat down on the bed his voice still
croaky.  "What's today?" He asked.
	"Der. . . Saturday." Robert answered sarcastically.
	"So far, so good. What else?"
	"It's supposed to be my fuckin' birthday and I get stuck with that
crap on the table down stairs while everyone else is going out to enjoy
themselves." Robert flopped, face down onto the bed. His emotions got the
better of him. He just lay there crying into his pillow. Simon moved round
the bed and tried to pull Robert to him. Robert shrugged him off.  By now
Simon was starting to feel pretty awful. His plans were all going terribly
wrong. He noticed James, Thomas, and Greg all peering around the door. He
motioned for them to leave them and they slipped away a quietly as they had
come.
	Simon tried comforting Robert again and as he lifted him there were
two dark patches on the pillow where his tears had been absorbed. Robert
tried to shrug him off again but Simon held him tighter this time. "Come
with me twerp." He said gently into Robert's ear. He was lead firmly
through to the back bedroom. "Look out of the window and tell me what you
see."
	Reluctantly Robert did as he was told. "Trees, houses and a tent."
He paused for a few seconds. "You scheming git! You set me up!" Robert said
as he realised what was going on.
	"Do you remember us talking about a sleep-over a couple of weeks
ago?  Well this whole charade, including your bust up with Squirt this
morning, was a cover so we could get the tent up without you knowing."
Robert didn't know weather to thump Simon or to kiss him. He chose the
latter.
	"How did you swing it with mum and dad?"
	"That was easy. They asked me for ideas about what you would like
to do today. So I told them."
	"It was as easy as that."
	"Yea. Now you go and spoil it all by having a band-snap before
things really get going."  Robert now felt very foolish. He knew what a
schemer Simon could be but hadn't really expected him to take things this
far.
	"Sorry." Robert said as he hugged Simon tight and sealed his lips
around Simon's. The hug lasted a couple of minutes before a rather
embarrassed Greg interrupted them. He had seen them kiss before but never
as passionately as this.
	"Get yourself sorted out and we'll meet you out the back. Ok?"
Simon asked. Robert just nodded and went off to the bathroom.
	By the time Robert got out to the tent the others had got their kit
laid out but there was just enough room for him between Simon and
James. Even Squirt was out there.  He had been hiding in the tent just in
case Robert came out and found it early. There was even power laid on for
the stereo and a light hanging from the roof.
	There was a click and the stereo started playing. 'Dre-e-e-eam,
dream, dream, dre-e-eam.  Dre-e-e-eam, dream, dream. 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-eam'" Robert flung himself on Simon hugging and kissing
him so passionately that no one in the tent could help but be touched by
the happiness it had caused. Both Simon and Robert had tears of joy in
their eyes as they swayed to the music.
	The track ended and neither Robert nor Simon could explain why they
were so happy.  James put on some lighter music as Robert's and Simon's
parents looked in on the boys. They were a little concerned at first about
Simon's plan but now they were happy to see just how well it had turned
out.
	The mothers went in whilst the dad's organised a couple of party
games.  Mainly for Squirt but they all joined in. It wasn't until Robert
suggested playing truth or dare that the fathers became a little
nervous. They tried to back out but the boys wouldn't let them.
	Greg started the game off when he asked Robert "Truth or Dare?"
	"Truth." Robert replied.
	"Tell us the true story of how you and Simon got together."
	"I think I first realised how I felt about Simon round his house
one Saturday afternoon. You remember. The Day we tried to shave." Robert
said looking at Simon who just cringed whilst the others had a good
laugh. "I remember just how scared I was at the time.  The worst bit was
when your mum came back. I nearly shit myself."
	"I know. I nearly joined you. But I will never forget how you made
me feel. It was totally awesome." Simon added.
	"I finally understood my feelings for Simon on the Sunday he came
out to his mum. What a day that was."
	"He is the only boy I know that would take a good hiding for
sticking up for a friend. What was it, 6 in all?" Simon asked.
	"Yea." Robert said looking at his father. "And I would do it
again. BUT only if it was necessary, you understand. Things developed form
then on."
	They soon realised that it wasn't going to be as bad as they had
thought as the others carried out a variety of dares and told supposedly
true stories. Until, that is, Mike was dared to tell the story of how his
father had caught them in the shed. There was a deathly hush.
	The two fathers looked at each other nervously. In the end Mike
started telling the story.  "We, Robert's dad and I were about 13 or 14 and
were out in my shed looking at some magazines we had found."
	"You found the magazines. You mean."
	"Ok. I found the mag's. They belonged to my father and we were
doing what comes naturally to boys of that age." There was chuckle from the
boys.
	"You mean masticating dad." Squirt said as the rest of the boys
fell around in fits of laughter.
	"Not quite son but its near enough." At this point Mike lost his
nerve and bottled out.  Despite lots of pleading from the boys neither of
the dad's would tell any more of the story. Robert started to open his
mouth but a look from his dad stopped him dead. A similar thing happened to
Simon.
	"Fore-fit. Fore-fit." The chant started.
	"Ok. Ok. Do your worst." Mike said feeling sure he would regret it
later. The boys huddled together whispering quietly as the dads sat there
nervously.
	The huddle broke up and Robert spoke for the boys. "We have decided
the fore-fit for failing to complete the story is for both of you to bunny
hop around the garden barking like dogs."  The dads just looked at each
other. A chant of "Chic-ken. Chic-ken."  Started and Mike bunny hopped off
barking and baying like a hound gone mad. Robert's dad followed suit all be
it reluctantly. The boys and the wives had a good laugh. But as soon as the
dads re-entered the tent their sons gave them a big hug for being such good
sports. The game continued for a while longer before the dad's were
summoned to the bar-ber-que.
	James put on some music and the boys started to join in with the
various instruments and vocals. This continued until the food was
ready. The boys displayed manners the like of which had never been seen
before and most likely will never be seen again. The parents were
gob-smacked.  They never expected to see such good manners. After the
plates had been cleared away they all sat around in a circle with Robert in
the middle as the presents were handed over to him one at a time.  The
point he was dreading most was rapidly approaching, the happy birthday
song. He wasn't disappointed but what did surprise him was being tossed in
a blanket instead of getting the bumps.  The early evening was spent
watching a video and as a birthday treat they were given a small bottle of
beer each.
	"Right lads. It's 10:30 and time you all hit the sack." Robert's
dad said. "I'll switch the power off at 11:30 and I don't want to hear a
sound after that. Do you all understand?" The boys nodded in unison.
	"Good night dad." Squirt said. "Good night mum." Squirt then bolted
for the door. He didn't want to be seen kissing his parents. Robert wasn't
so lucky and went through the nightly ritual while all his mates looked
on. Simon caused a shock when he also kissed Robert's mum goodnight
especially after daring the others to do the same.
	When they got out to the tent Squirt was laying on his sleeping bag
wearing his y's. His clothes were strewn all over the place.
	"Come on. Get this lot tidied up." Robert said a little harshly but
he needed to. His little brother didn't like doing as Robert told him
to. It wasn't long before all 6 of them were sitting around in their
underwear telling jokes and generally larking about.
	Simon and Robert were together as you would expect. They just lay
there in the centre of the tent casually with an arm wrapped around each
other. James and Thomas were sat chatting on their left with their heads at
the other end of the tent. The topic under discussion was obvious judging
by abnormal sizes of the bulges in their underwear. Squirt and Greg were on
the right chatting normally until Squirt pushed his luck too far. Greg
simply rolled him over and pinned him down by sitting astride his chest
holding his arms down with his legs as he tickled him. It wasn't long
before he was begging for mercy. To be more accurate to be let up and go
for a pee.
	Suddenly the light went out and the stereo went quiet. Robert
glanced at his watch. It was 11:30. The tent doors were still open and the
moon light streamed in. It was almost as bright as the light but not as
harsh. Greg and Squirt slipped into their beds as the others quietened down
and just lay on to of their sleeping bags.
	There was a soft groan followed by a grunt. Simon glanced over his
shoulder and spotted James stretched out with Thomas paying lip service to
his proud standing boy's toy. Simon silently indicated to Robert what was
going on and he smiled as he gently stroked Simon's thigh and buttock. What
they both missed was Greg peeping at James and Thomas from under the edge
of his sleeping bag.
	Simon eased his backside up and Robert gently slid his boxers down
before returning the favour. They now lay side by side wrapped up in each
other's arms tenderly kissing and stroking each other's body.
	Greg continued to watch what was going on around him. Slowly but
surely he started to fondle and play with himself. A soft rhythmic
breathing was coming from Squirt who had fallen asleep almost straight
away.
	It was about now that Robert noticed Greg's sleeping bag bobbing up
and down. He gently tapped Simon on the shoulder and pointed it out. They
both smiled before continuing with their embrace. Robert was now laid on
top of Simon gently thrusting his hips back and forth. Simon just lay on
his back and massaged his lover's buttocks.
	In the meantime Thomas and James had shuffled round into a near 69
position. Each devouring the other's pride and joy. The sigh of the breeze
was complimented by a soft groan from Thomas as he gave in to James's
talented mouth. Thomas then crawled off to his sleeping bag and flaked out
leaving James alone and disappointed. After a few moments he got bored and
looked around for someone to play with. He sees Squirt and Greg. Greg was
feigning sleep, besides James knew Greg wasn't interested in having his
kind of fun. He turned his attention to Squirt and as he crawled over to
him Robert gently but firmly grabbed his wrist.
	"Leave him alone!" He said firmly but quietly. He could see James's
disappointment in the moonlight as he crawled back to his own sleeping bag
and settled for a session with Mrs. Palm and her 5 daughters.
	Robert returned his attention back to Simon. "It's time for my
birthday present." Simon nodded and reached under their pillow for the
Vaseline. Robert popped the lid and applied generous amounts to Simon's
rear. There was a not so quiet grunt as Robert's finger disappeared from
site.  His favourite toy soon replaced it. They were both too engrossed
with each other to notice Greg laying there watching them closely as his
sleeping bag bobbed up and down almost continually.
	Simon lay there with a knee ether side of his chest gently stroking
and massaging Robert's backside as he groaned and sighed with mounting
pleasure. Robert stroked his hair as he gently kissed Simon's neck and
shoulders with his hips gently and smoothly going back and forward. Both
boys were approaching perfect bliss as they indulged in each other's
bodies. It didn't take too long for Robert to speed up his action
sufficiently to take him past the point of no return. He collapsed
exhausted into Simon's arms as his body shuddered and twitched.
	They reversed their roles and Simon manoeuvred Robert onto his
hands and knees before taking him from behind. Simon took things at a much
gentler pace with a long slow action causing Robert to become vocal as his
pleasure grew. Simon finished with a real Vesuvius of an eruption.  The
result of which was he collapsed by Robert's side and went to sleep almost
instantly. Robert, on the other hand, took only a few minutes to recover.
	He glanced around. He saw a sudden movement in Greg's sleeping
bag. He was sure he had been watching all the time. He crawled over and lay
beside him. Greg's eyes opened with a start.  "Did you like what you saw?"
Robert asked.
	"I. . . I. . . I was asleep." Greg stammered.
	"Bollocks. I saw you watching us." Robert was lying close enough to
feel a sudden increase in Greg's temperature. "You're blushing." He
paused. "Don't worry about it. I don't mind. In fact, it was a bit of a
thrill.
	"Your not mad or anything."
	"Why should I be. It wouldn't do me any good would it?"
	"Rob. Can . . Nah. Doesn't matter."
	"Come on. What is it?" Robert pressed.
	"It's ok."
	"Come on. You wanted me to do something for you. Didn't you?"
Robert heard a zip being pulled down and felt Greg's hand take hold of his
wrist before it gently drew the hand inside his bag. Robert caught on
quickly and diverted his hand to Greg's chest. He gently ran it over the
lightly muscled chest barely touching it with his fingertips. A sigh
escaped Greg's lips. Robert started to slowly work his way down his
friend's torso. He could feel the muscles tense and relax as his hand
touched them. Greg flipped the sleeping bag back to reveal his 5 inches of
pride and joy.
	Robert gasped at the revelation. He had seen Greg in the showers at
school many times but never imagined he could raise anything this big. He
brushed lightly over the peach fuzz before gently gripping the monster and
started to pacify it. Greg knew, only too well, the amount of pleasure he
could generate himself but this was far beyond anything he had experienced
so far. He closed his eyes and bit down on the sleeping bag trying to stop
himself from making too much noise as his body took off like a rocket. He
heard Robert shifting beside him but didn't pay it any attention.
	Suddenly his senses reeled, his mind span and he started to see
spots of brilliant colour before his eyes. He glanced down and was shocked
to see Robert's head bobbing up and down vigorously. The sight sent him
over the top. His body went as stiff as a board as he slammed his hands
down hard either side of himself forcing his hips up. Robert drained him
completely and as he sat up he looked at Greg's face. It was a perfect
picture of sheer bliss. "Thanks Rob." Greg said with the biggest smile you
can imagine on his face. Robert crawled back to Simon and snuggled down
beside him.
	Simon woke Robert the following morning. The sun was streaming in
through the tent doors and the birds were singing. It was the sort of
morning that made you feel glad to be alive.  "You were pretty restless
last night. What was it, a bad dream or something?" Simon asked.
	"Nah. It didn't feel right having Squirt in here with us. You know
what this lot are like."
	"You needn't have worried. See he's over there sleeping like a
baby."  The both looked at him and smiled. The looked at the rest of their
friends and realised just how lucky they were to have friends like
these. Friends they could share their experiences with. Friends they could
trust. It was then that they realised that James's sleeping bag was empty.
	Robert got up and checked on Squirt. He was on his own. "Where's
James?" He asked.
	"It's ok. He's in with Greg." Simon looked amazed. "Isn't he
supposed to be the straight guy?"
	"Yea." Robert answered with a wry, knowing smile.
	"You don't think he's doing it again, do you?"
	"It looks like it."
	"What the hell is he going to do when he finds out what's
happened?"
	"I think we'll just have to wait and see. Besides, it's their
problem."  Robert went back to bed followed by Simon a few moments
later. They snuggled close together enjoying the feel of each other. About
an hour later Squirt slid in behind Robert who tried hard to ignore what
ever it was that was sticking in his thigh.
	"Rob. Can you help me? I can't get rid of this." He said softly in
his brother's ear as he thrust his hips forward.
	"Roll over and rub it." He said impatiently.
	"I've tried that but it won't go away."
	"Ok." He said against his better judgement. He knew what would
happen if he got caught.  Robert rolled over onto his other side and very
gently started to sort his brother's little problem.  "Ouch!" He yelled as
Simon's hand came down hard on his bare bottom.
	"You know the rules as well as I do! Now pack it in before you get
caught!" Just to make his point clearer he slapped him again but harder
this time. Robert pulled his hand back quickly but it was too late. Thomas
had seen him.
	"So he's off limits is he. You were only keeping him for yourself!"
Thomas was annoyed at his friend's dual standards.
	"He is off limits to me too. That's why I've got a sore arse."
Robert said apologetically.
	"It'll be even sorer when I get hold of you." Thomas lunged
forward.  Robert tried to dodge him but Simon had sided with Thomas. It
wasn't long before he was pinned face down on the sleeping bag with Simon
sat on his shoulders. There was an almighty whack. Robert tensed every
muscle in his body as he tried not to yell out. Whack! Whack! Robert's eyes
were starting to fill with water as the pain in his backside
grew. Unfortunately, it wasn't the only thing that was growing. As the
slaps continued to land his pride and joy was being rubbed back and forth
against the sleeping bag. It didn't take long before that familiar feeling
developed. After a particularly hard whack from Simon his body spasmed and
he let out a long sighing moan.
	"He's just shot his load." Thomas said none to quietly. Simon let
him up. He knelt there with a puzzled expression on his face.
	"Why did that happen?" Robert looked almost scared.
	"I don't know but you sure made a mess. Look at it your whole belly
is covered and there's a big wet patch on the sleeping bag. How are you
going to explain that?"  Thomas quickly pulled Robert to him. Robert was
shaking like a leaf and sort of panting.
	"Oh shit! He's going again." Simon crawled over to him and tried to
calm him down helped by Thomas. Slowly but surely Robert was calming
down. They gently lay him down in Thomas's bag. His was in too much of a
mess to use and Simon cuddled up behind him holding him firmly but tenderly
to his chest.
	What the others didn't see was James crawling back to his own
bag. He had been in with Greg all this time. Greg just lay there with a
smug grin on his face. He was starting to learn why Robert and Simon were
happy to be together but he was starting to develop a conscience. He felt
bad about enjoying another boy's body. Enjoying intimate contact of the
sort his parents had always told him was wrong. He pulled the bag up over
his head as he lay there wrestling with his conscience. Yes, he had enjoyed
the feel of James inside him. Yes, he had enjoyed the sensations Robert had
given him the night before but why? It was wrong. It shouldn't fell
good. Why did it happen? Why did he enjoy it? These questions kept going
round and round inside his head.
	The rest were up and about by now as Greg stayed huddled up in his
bag.  Robert came over and sat beside him. Greg was always up and about
bright and early but for some reason he lay there, his head covered by his
bag. "What's up Greg?" Robert asked quietly as he uncovered Greg's face. He
just lay there.
	"Come on mate. You can talk to me." Robert continued. Greg feigned
a smile but couldn't hold it.
	"I'm scared."
	"What of?"
	"Last night and this morning. I did something bad." Robert's
attention peaked as he tried to work out what Greg was talking about. Then
it dawned on him.
	"You mean the fun we had and then again this morning with James."
Robert replied. Greg blushed.
	"It shouldn't have happened! It was wrong! But I enjoyed it. Does
that make me like you and Simon?"
	"No. No, of course it doesn't. Like most boys you were finding out
about your body.  Experimenting. Simon and I are totally different. With
us, it comes from deep inside. It's the way we are and no one can change
that."
	"But I enjoyed it!" There was the sound of desperation in Greg's
voice.  Robert knew he had to do something about it or it really worry his
mate.
	"No one can tell you that you are or you aren't gay. Only you can
decide that. So what if you enjoyed what happened. I thought it was great
because it was you but you probably enjoyed the feelings and not the person
that created those feelings. Do you understand?"
	"I think so. Your saying that I enjoyed the feelings I was getting
from what was happening and not the person that was making me feel that
way." Greg's mood was lightening. He was starting to smile. "So James and
Thomas are just hooked on the pleasure they get from sex and don't really
feel for each other."
	"That's right." Greg sat up and was just about to hug Robert when
he changed his mind and shook his hand instead. The boys finished dressing
and headed off to the bathroom and breakfast.
	After breakfast they all helped pack the tent away and load it into
Robert's dad's car before departing. Squirt, Robert and Simon spent some
time tidying up before settling down in front of the TV. That night Robert
spent some time guiding Squirt how to relieve his boner and get the most
pleasure from it while Simon made sure there was no funny business. From
then on, Squirt developed his own techniques leaving Robert free to enjoy
his time with Simon.

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