William – Chapter 2
This is a work of fiction, but strongly based on factual
personal experiences and events. The story revolves around teenagers and gay
males. It includes sexual and other content that may be offensive to some. If
you think this may be the case, or if you are under the legal age for this type
of material in the area, state or country where you live, don’t read any
further. Any resemblance to persons, names or places are unintentional and are
entirely coincidental. As for me,
I am living in rural Buckinghamshire, United
Kingdom.
Do write and tell me what you think…
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© Paul Jamison 2008
Chapter 2
Inside our front room overlooking the driveways we
both watched as Frank said his goodbyes to William. After a hug from Frank, who
put his hand on Williams shoulder as he said a final few words to his son,
turned away, got into the driving seat of their Ford Focus ST 3. He pulled out of the drive and away down the
street. William watched until it turned the corner some 100 metres away, then
he turned away from the roadway, took a deep breath and walked towards our
front door.
While we had
been witnessing this little scene many things had been running wild in my mind.
Here we were two committed gay males in our twenties, now fully responsible for
William, a fourteen year old, probably
gay, neighbour’s son.
I turned to
Rick and said “What next?”
He turned and
said, “Well, a trip to Ikea to begin with. He hasn't got
enough in that room to actually live in it. It's only set up for overnight
guests. He'll need a bookshelf, proper clothes storage, a desk for homework,
something to put his new computer on you'll be building in the next week or so.
We'd better get another set of bed linen and shower towels for him; we've only
guest sized spares. There's more to this parenting lark then either of us
realised you know!”
I was about to
reply when the front door, that we had conveniently left on the latch, opened
and William came down the hall and joined us in the sitting room.
“We're just thinking we need to go and do some shopping
today. There's a few extra things we need if you're going to be with us for a
few weeks. Have you eaten today?” I said.
“Yeah, I've had breakfast. We never got round to lunch.
Dad was busy phoning and then packing to do anything. We didn't really feel
like eating after the news about Gran and Grandpa,” William said.
Rick took
charge. “Right we'll get off to Ikea now. Get what we need
there, grab a snack to tide us over and tonight we'll nip down to the Italian
restaurant and have a proper meal, saves cooking here, especially as we've
guests coming to dinner tomorrow.”
“Let's get William's stuff upstairs, he can choose a
room then we'll go. How's that sound?” I said, turning to William.
As we were
going up the staircase to the top floor I turned round to William who had been
following me Rick brought up the rear carrying the largest of William's bags.
“What do you prefer name wise? Is it William, Will or
something else?” I asked.
“Nah! Not William he shot back. “I use Will at school and with mates. It's only Dad who uses William
usually when I'm in trouble!” He replied, with a cheeky grin on
his face.
“Will it is then.” I said.
We turned the
corner at the top of the second flight of stairs, there were two doors on
either side of the landing and a third door,
leading to a bathroom at the end of the landing. When we bought the
house we'd had that created from a bit of the two bedrooms that were on the top
floor, taking a portion from each we had managed to have a full shower and
toilet feature on that floor for the use of the guest rooms there. It could be
accessed from each guest room directly or from the landing.
Rick opened
the door of one of the guest rooms and I opened the other. William went into
the first one, a pale blue painted room with a white ceiling and centre light
fitting. There was a standard double bed along the wall just inside the door, a
small bedside nightstand with bedside lamp and a plain deep blue carpet, blue
and white striped curtains with Venetian blinds also to shade the direct sun
that seemed to spend most of the day on that side of the house. He looked
quickly round then went over the corridor into the other room. It was almost
identical but with a deep maroon carpet pale maroon walls, white ceiling
similar bed with nightstand and chest of drawers, the same pattern curtains but
in the maroon colour scheme.
“So which is it to be?” I asked Will.
“I like the maroon one best, the blue feels cold!” He said. “May I see the bathroom?”
“Yes sure.” I said.
I walked down
the room and opened the bathroom door for him.
“Here you are. It's got a power shower and loo, so you won’t have to go running downstairs in the night, or bursting first thing in
morning. There's a heated towel rail too, on the central heating system so
you've warm towels after your shower,” I said.
“Oh wow! This is great,” he said. “I had to share the bathroom with Dad in our house. We have two loos but
only the one shower in the family bathroom Dad's planning an en-suite in his
room but we've not done it yet.”
I was
surprised at that, as both our front middle floor bedrooms had en-suite
bathrooms and Will's house was much the same size as ours. Only the third
bedroom facing the back of the house a much smaller box sized room that
currently housed Ricks belongings from home and college that he didn't need out
in our room or elsewhere in the house. With the choice made we all exited the
bathroom into the maroon bedroom and then downstairs into the living room
extension which led off the extended kitchen.
“We don't have this bit in our house. It stops at that
wall there.” Will indicated the original back wall now integrated
as the kitchen living room wall.” You’ve heaps more
room here?” He said.
“Yes I think we may have, this house had been extended
not long before we bought it. We weren't sure we needed all these rooms, but
we've manage to spread ourselves out comfortably though. Okay, let’s head off shopping.” Rick said.
“Yes, have you the list?” I asked.
“Definitely in case I forget anything,” He said with a big grin.
We decamped
into my vehicle a largish Citroen MPV eight seater with convenient roof bars
for carrying awkward loads. I loved the smooth ride and spacious 'sat above the
rest' feeling it gave and its 2 L. diesel-turbo engine was more than good at
eating up the miles. Once inside and belted up we set off for Ikea. Will was
quiet for the ride and we hoped that all this activity and the dinner party we
were hosting the following evening wouldn't be too much for him. I was slightly
concerned, until we got into Ikea. Then armed with Rick's list we started for
the furniture showroom. Will became excited and animated as we checked out the
available ranges.
We looked at
all the wardrobe combinations but in the end settled on a Hopen corner wardrobe that we could adjust the interior fittings
for to suit Will's needs. It came with a big centre mirror door. Some sliding
baskets were a must for T's, shirts, Sweaters, socks, underwear, his shoes and
trainers. We got six of those that would fit into one of the sections from the
floor to midway height. Then a rail for hanging his school shirts, blazer and
uniform trousers and finally a couple of shelves for books seemed to complete
those needs. Rick spotted a computer desk that would fit exactly up to the
wardrobe and another table to continue it on for more spread out work area. We
ordered the lot.
Then before
going down to the 'Market Place' section of the store for some lighting
suitable for a bedside table, desk and workstation we headed for the cafeteria
and enjoyed a pastry and coffee's, while Will devoured two large hot dogs a
coke and ex- large fries.
In the
marketplace section we picked out a couple of lamps, one for the homework desk
and one for the bedside unit. Will picked up an extension lead with five socket
outlets for the computer and desk lamp. Then a bunch of hangers for the
wardrobe, Two sets of towels in a deep maroon colour, an extra set of bed linen
and a duvet cover, some stationery supplies and computer chair. Going on
through the department to the main warehouse we trailed down to the tills to
pay for it. Then to wait at the collection point for the stuff we had ordered
in the showroom. Finally out to the parking area to try and fit it all in or on
the car. We managed very successfully. So feeling pretty pleased we pushed the
flat pack trolley to the parking stand, headed off for home to unload and set
everything up in the maroon bedroom that Will had chosen.
During the
drive back to the house, Rick looked over at me and said “Perhaps now's the time to mention tomorrow night to Will?”
I looked back
to him, nodded and turning round to Will, who was in the middle row of seats
nursing a box containing a table work light.
“We need to explain about tomorrow evening to you.
We've four friends coming over to dinner around seven-thirty. Its two gay
couples we've known since university days. I'm cooking roast pork with all the
trimmings. Rick's gonna make one of his mouth-watering fruit terrine's for
dessert. There'll be chat, food, joking about and all that sort of thing and
yes, they're all gay. How do you feel about that? Would you like to ask a
friend over so you've someone you know to talk to apart from us? Its okay if
you'd like to? It's no problem for me to cook for eight instead of six.”
“Um... wow...may I invite my best-friend Justin over?” Will said. “He's in my year, we hang out a lot. He's only three
streets away so he can bike it round.”
“Yes sure. Tell him to get over to ours about
seven-fifteen... seven-thirty max, okay? I don't want my food getting spoiled.” I said.
“Sure thing Paul.” Will said.
He reached into his jeans for his mobile and was quickly texting away
for a minute or so, pressing send he slid it back into his jeans and looked out
of the window. In less than a minute there was the familiar text received
sound. Will slid his from his pocket and checked the message.
“He can come, but his Mum wants to talk to you guys
first,” he said.
“Okay. Tell him we'll call this evening okay? Have you
got his parents number?” I asked.
“No, don't think so. I only text or call his mobile,” Will said.
“Okay. Ask him to text their number so we can call his
Mum later, please?”
“Sure I’m doing it now.”
A few moments later the reply arrived. We told Will we'd make a note of
the number as soon as we had unloaded the new stuff to his room. Just at that
moment, I pulled onto our driveway turning off the engine. We were home and had
a load of flat packs to shift and assemble by that evening.
While I had
been driving back, Rick had sent a text to the local Italian restaurant to book
a table for three for eight that evening, hoping that we would be done and
dusted, showered and ready for food by then. He disappeared into the garage as
soon as the car stopped, emerging a few moments later with his toolbox.
“We won't get too far without this with all that self
assembly stuff.” He grinned to us both.
Rick went to the front door
opened up and entered with his tool box, emerging again in a few moments to
help with the unloading and shifting of the new furniture and fittings for our
young house guest’s
bedroom. I went to the back of the Citroen and unstrapped the flat packs from
the roof bars. One by one they were gently slid off and carried into the
hallway. Once that was done, I opened up the back of the car and we emptied out
the fittings, lamps, linen and towels, taking everything into the house.
In the house
we began shifting it all up the flights of stairs to Will's new room. Once
there we laid it all out. Rick and Will began the assembly of the corner
wardrobe. I continued with bringing the rest of the items up to the room. I
took all the new linen and towels into the laundry area and set them all off on
a basic wash, to get the newness out. The sheets would need ironing, I
expected, but the towels would be ready for use as soon as they were dry.
That done, I returned to
the third floor to see how progress was going with the self assembly wardrobes.
I was amazed; it was all up and in position. Will was fastening in the rail for
the hanging clothes and Rick was busy unpacking the baskets to fit to the
slider rails he'd already screwed into position. I began to unpack the computer
desk and set it up for assembly. Will by then had finished the rail and came to
help me. A solid two hours passed with little said except for requests of pass
the... or hold that steady for me... from either myself or Rick to Will. By
half-past-five we were done. The wardrobe, computer station, desk lights, power
extension lead, was all assembled, fitted or working for use.
Rick turned to Will and
said “We really
hope you'll feel safe and be happy here during your time with us. If there's
any way we can help. Anything at all,
homework, computing, friends, school, whatever, just ask okay. There's nothing
off bounds okay.”
“No nothing just now.” Will replied,
“There'll be stuff sometimes though'. I don't wanna be a nuisance. It's
great I could come here. I'll manage okay, things aren't too different.”
“Okay. How about we leave you to get unpacked and
settled in. If there's stuff from home you need perhaps we'll get it tomorrow
morning?” I said.
“Thanks Paul and Rick, for having me here while Dad's
away. Yeah, I'll get sorted. I've got all I need for now but there's books and
stuff I'll need as school's back in a week. Oh, here's Justin's mum's number so
you can call her.” He said, passing a bit of file paper he had scribbled
it on.
“Thanks,” Rick took the paper from him, “I'll do that right now,” He said.
We left the
room and Will to get on with his unpacking and made our way down to the living
room. Once there and comfortably together on the sofa, Rick picked up the house
phone and dialled the number Will had given to him.
“Oh Hello, It's Richard Masters here, Rick and Paul,
Yes.... we're looking after Will Barnes while his dad deals with his parents
awful accident in Scotland...Yes you heard, really bad...Frank didn't know what
to do. Fortunately we could help we've spare rooms...No, it's no trouble at
all...a pleasure to have Will stay. I believe he asked Justin over tomorrow. We’re having friends over for dinner and we suggested to Will he might like
a friend here so he's not too out of it with all adults...yes it's fine by
us...no, no trouble at all...seven fifteen we said...Yes by eleven is that okay
as its not school on Monday yet?...okay I'll tell Will, he'll be pleased. Many
thanks...Yes... Good-bye,” Rick finished and put the receiver
down.
“Oh wow, she went on a bit?” I said.
“Yes, she was worried that it would all be too much for
us having two teens here when we had not got used to one yet!” He said.
“Oh goodness... really..... Is Justin a tearaway then?” I asked.
“Nah! Hardly think so, no sign of that with Will and I
can't see Frank allowing very unsuitable friends for him, can you? If its who I
think it is, there's a lad who's often playing ball with Will in their back
garden, he's quite a picture too. Dark blonde, bit sturdier than Will, always
smiling, muscular and sporty looking, always comes round on a neat bike. They
ride to school together. I pass them sometimes.” Rick said.
“Let's tell Will it's okay then,” I said.
Just at that
moment Will appeared at the door.
“Is it okay for me to shower and stuff,” he asked.
“Oh! Yes, sure thing, don't ask again. The towels are
dry now so take them up with you put one in the bathroom on the towel rails the
other in the cupboard for spare linen in there too. We've just came off the
phone to Justin's mum. Its fine, Justin
can come over tomorrow. Oh and here's two dirty clothes baskets for your room,
one for whites and one for colours.” I said, as I handed him two open
out laundry baskets. He took them from me, with the two towels and headed back
to his room.
“Oh, that's cool.” he said, as
he disappeared from view into the hallway.
“Cool about the laundry baskets, or cool that Justin's
coming over?” I joked with Rick.
“What do you think?” Rick shot
back with a grin. “If I am not much mistaken young Justin may turn out to
be more then just a friend?”
“Do you think so? I asked.
“Hell yes,” Rick replied. “Sure as eggs is ...” He was silenced momentarily by a
well directed cushion from me. “...we'll see in time I'm sure.” He continued with a big grin on his face.” Now the lads
upstairs lets sneak up to our room and shower...perhaps a little fun, before we
go out to eat? It's been quite a day all in,” He said.
“Oh Yes!” I agreed and a distinct stirring in
my groin indicated that it was indeed time for fun in the shower.
We slipped out
of our clothes and ran the shower for a few moments to get the hot water
through. Then both stepping in we soaped up generously all over each other and
generally enjoyed the closeness of a shared shower. I was well and truly
aroused and saw that Rick was also.
“Have we time for more than a shower?” I asked.
“Certainly have!” Rick replied,
Rick turned me
to the wall and gently slipping into me from behind while stroking my cock with
his free hand. I pressed my hands to the wall as he leisurely pumped into me
for some minutes before a very satisfying groan came from him just as I spurted
over the wall! We cleaned up, kissed passionately, reluctantly broke apart then
grinning all over got dry and dressed for the meal out.
We came down
to the living room, Rick picked up his keys from the sideboard.
“We'll go in mine tonight!” he said
mischievously.
“Oh you're a just big kid show off!” I retorted.
“Yeah, but I am sure Will’ll enjoy the
ride!” he grinned at me.
“It’s just because you can't resist
showing off your new toy!” I said.
At that
moment, Will walked into the room all fresh and clean, all five foot five of
him, looking superb in a navy blue top, over a plain red 'T', Levi jeans that
showed off his shapely curves and Nike trainers finishing off the attractive
appearance. His dark-brown hair gelled into a casual style popular with most
teens. He was indeed a stunner.
“Crikey, that's smart! I thought you lads liked jeans
as low as you could get them without actually loosing them, so's we can see the
brand of undies you've got?” I said
“Nah! Not me. That's skaters. What new toy?” He asked.
“Oh, it’s just Rick's latest wheels?” I replied.
Wow! What's he
got?” He asked.
“Just wait and see young man.” Rick
tantalisingly grinned at him as he left the room.
I stayed seated and said. “He needs to change the cars
over first then we'll go outside.”
A few moments
later we heard my car being moved into the garage and then a sporty sound as
Rick drove his new toy out onto the driveway.
“Time to go,” I said to Will, leading the way
from the living room down the hall and out onto the drive, closing the front
door behind Will. He was by then mouth
open and wide eyed.
“Oh Wow!” He yelped as his eyes roved over
the sporty blue beast in front of him.
“It’s a Mazda MR2 Terminator! I've never seen one before.” He enthused to us both.
Rick was
looking out of the driver's window grinning his face off at Will.
“Come on! Get in the pair of you or we'll be late!” He smirked at us.
“Late in that...no way!” I said.
I squeezed
myself into the 'seat' behind the driver giving Will the shotgun seat next to
Rick. I was just about able to get a seat belt sort of fastened. Wow, these
cars are just cosy for two that's for sure. Will belted himself up, taking in
the smart dashboard as he did. Noting the look on his face Rick launched into a
tecchie description of the cars specifications and gizmo's as we set off down
the road.
“Well it’s got a high performance
Janzai body kit for starters.” he began explaining.
I zoned out
from this point on. I've never been that into the inner workings of the motor
car, It just needs to get me where I want to go in some comfort, that's all I
need. Sad, I know but I was just not made like Jeremy Clarkson* or Richard Hammond.* Rick, on the other hand loved his cars and I enjoyed the rides we
had out in his various speedy machines. He'd had an old Lotus Elan all through college.
We were just turning into the restaurant car park when I tuned back into the
conversation.
“Good we're here” I remarked.
I'd not had the most comfortable of rides in that blue beast of a car. Just as
well I was as fit as I was. I had, with my regular cycling, stayed well in
shape all through Uni and beyond. I was grateful for the flexibility then.
Will and Rick got out and I
unfolded myself from the rear seats.
“Lead the
way Rick” I said.
We followed
Rick into the restaurant and the head waiter Mario, one of our more colourful
gay brothers, showed us to our table.
End
of Chapter - 2.
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