Date: Fri, 1 Mar 2013 17:34:56 +0000 (GMT) From: Andrew Foote Subject: For the Love of Mike 6 FOR THE LOVE OF MIKE. (Revisited.) This story contains graphic accounts of sexual activity between boys below the age of maturity. If due to the laws of your country of residence, religious or spiritual beliefs you are not allowed to access such material then please leave now. Comments are welcome whether good, bad or indifferent and all will be replied to. These should be addressed to the author. Andy. footea81@yahoo.co.uk CHAPTER 6. We went back to the dining hall and found a table that distanced ourselves from the ears of others and tentatively started to talk about what mattered to us. Oh sorry! I mean sex! Jon kicked off the conversation. "In Singapore we lived in an apartment which only had two bedrooms and naturally my mother and father shared the main room and my brother and I shared the second. My brother, oh by the way his name is James but we call him Jamie, was a bit of a restless sleeper, afraid of the dark and stuff so he would come into my bed with me for some comforting. This comforting became cuddling and this in turn became feeling and ... I don't think I need to say more." Me? I was gob-smacked but Mike bless him seemed to take it all as just being so very normal. "So you and Jamie kind of `do stuff' together, right?" "Ah well I suppose we do but it is nothing heavy you understand." My turn to interject. "Why are you telling us this Jon? I mean we hardly know each other?" "But everybody knows that you and Mike are, - how do you say, - an `item' so I thought it would be okay to tell you about me. Anyhow I need friends." "What the fuck?? Everybody knows??" "What do you expect? You are together all the time and the difference in age and interests are clear. There can be only one explanation. You love each other. You are both gay!" "Oh fuck. We're dead Mike. As dead as fucking dead." Jon was stoic about the whole thing. Indeed his attitude was unquestionable in its wisdom. "Why do you have a problem? Okay so people have figured it out for themselves but has anyone questioned you about it?" "Well no. They haven't but I assumed that nobody had made a connection." "It really shouldn't bother you. If you're happy with the way you are then be proud of it. Me? I don't mind who knows and this despite being a stranger in your country and maybe more likely to be persecuted for what I am." "And you're not worried about it?" "I would prefer not being on the end of violence but I am not going to lie to people and therefore being in denial to myself just because of who I am and what I am. Don't misunderstand me, I'm not shouting it from the rooftops but if someone asks me then I will tell them the truth and so it is up to them either to accept me or not. Their choice." Mike had been very quiet up to this point, listening attentively to the conversation just nodding his head at various points but now he spoke up. "Do your parents know Jon? Mine do and they're okay with it. Aaron's also but perhaps not so okay, well his Dad at least." "Yes they know and are happy enough. Yes I think they would prefer if things were different but as they are not they accept my sexuality." "And your brother? Does he understand how you are?" "He is still very young, maybe too young to fully understand and certainly too young to come to any realisation as to how he is. He likes what little we do together but to him it is just big brother making him feel nice and to him there is no understanding of gay or straight and I think that will be the case for a few more years yet." ***** Lunch over we walked back out into the sunlight and just before we split up to go our separate ways, Mike asked Jon where he lived. "Brompton Road. Why do you ask?" "That's not so far from us. Do you fancy walking back with us this afternoon after school's done?" "That might be difficult. You see my father sends a car to pick me up and then we go and collect Jamie but I can call him and ask the question if you like?" "Well we could go and pick Jamie up on the way home as well if that helps. Anyhow it would save your Dad the bother of organising transport wouldn't it?" "That is a very good idea! I will wait at the gates and let you know after school. Okay? Anyway I better get going now." And with that he was gone. "Christ Mike? You thinking of seducing an eight year old?" "God no, you idiot! It's just that it's a good way to get to know Jon better isn't it?" "I guess so. He's rather tasty isn't he?!" "Mmm yes he is rather! Perhaps we could get him to come over to my place sometime. You know, like introduce him to the light show or something!" "Yeah well that should be enough to get his clothes off, no doubt about it!" "Thought you'd like the idea but just one thing. No jealousy okay? Not from me and not from you." "Deal. We're just being neighbourly! ***** Four o'clock couldn't come quick enough at least for me. I'd planned to get all of my assignments out of the way during the free periods I had that afternoon and anything that might be left over could wait until Sunday evening. That way I could spend the weekend at Mike's place safe in the knowledge that I could relax but just the mere thought of being in bed with Mike had me bone hard most of the afternoon to the point where I seriously considered heading to the toilet and doing a little `self-help'. I resisted the temptation even though I was very close to cumming in my pants. Finally the bell sounded. I leisurely packed up my books and headed off for the school gates where I found Mike and Jon already waiting. "My father is happy that I have made friends already and he is agreeable that we walk together but I must also collect my brother." "That's great news Jon! How far to his school?" Mike interjected. "I know where it is `cos I went there when I was younger. It's about five minutes away." When we arrived Jon asked us to wait at the gate whilst he went in to collect Jamie. Jamie was a sweet kid, very typical of his age, full of energy and smiles. "Jamie these are my friends. This is Mike and this is Aaron." He held out his hand which we both shook. "Very nice to meet you Jamie." "Thank you. You like Jon." More a statement than a question! "Yes we do. Is that okay?" "Yes it is fine that you like him. I do as well!" As we walked back to Brompton Road Mike asked Jon what his plans were for the weekend. "I have no plans really. I don't know the city very well so I don't go out much, just watch TV and stuff. Boring really!" "Well it was just that Aaron is staying at mine over the weekend and if you like we could show you around, you know, introduce you to London and then if you want, perhaps stay over Saturday night with us. What do you think?" "It would be good to get out of the house and to be with my new friends, so yes. Thank you! The sleep-over I will have to ask my parents. They will want to meet you first I think." "That's not a problem is it Mike? If we come to your house tomorrow morning you can introduce us and I promise that we will behave!" "That would be good. I look forward to tomorrow! This is our house. Number 30. What time tomorrow then?" "Say around ten or is that too early." "That is okay. Time enough to get my beauty sleep!" "That's something you don't need!" Can Asian kids blush? I'm pretty sure he did! ***** Mike's Mum and Dad welcomed me like a long lost friend, asking questions about my week. It was odd to be able to chat to them about everything in such an open and truthful way, not that I told lies to my folk but I just didn't go into the gory details and definitely the dreaded `S' word was never on the agenda. His folk seemed genuinely pleased for us and even the mention that they just might have another house guest Saturday night didn't faze them in the slightest. After supper I asked Mike about this. "Since my earliest memories I've always been able to talk to both of them about anything. They're just that kind of people. Alright some might say they're a bit `alternative' but I find them very reassuring. Sure they've slapped me down on occasions when I've really overstepped the mark but that's good isn't it?" "I guess it is otherwise you'd have got well out of control but what I really want to know is this. How exactly did you come out to them. Weren't you bothered about how they'd react?" "No! Talk about alternative lifestyles, homosexuality and stuff was discussed sometimes and it was always clear to me that so long as you lived a good life and didn't actively set out to hurt anyone, what you were was not an issue so in answer to your question, once I was really sure I just told them how I felt inside, how I saw myself and stuff and they were fine with it. Okay they did question `was I a bit young to make such a life choice' but I told them it wasn't something I chose, rather it chose me and that's was how I was and I think that sealed it for them." "You were very brave." "I don't think so really. I think you were braver, I mean you didn't know how it would go down. Shit! It could've gone horribly wrong!" "Yeah well it didn't and I've your Mum and Dad to thank for that." "How so?" "They told me to tell the truth as I saw it, just to stay calm and listen to them. Hey! It worked, well some of it did. My Dad's still a bit distant and whilst Mum is more or less the same, she never discusses it with me almost as if the conversation never took place. You know something? Sometimes I wish they'd just bawl me out and get it over with! Christ it's like walking on egg shells at my place?" "That's so bad. Tell you what? How about my Dad has a chat with yours?" "No fucking chance! Outside interference in something he already can't get his head around? Oh piss off Mike!" "No really! You've got to remember what his work is. He's just the guy to do this! He can charm the hardest people to see reason and I doubt your Dad is a really hard nut to crack. Why don't you give it a go, I mean you're not making any headway at the moment are you?" "Let me sleep on it, alright?" I paused before continuing. "Look. My Dad is from the `old school' of thinking whereas yours takes a rather more relaxed approach and I'm worried that the mismatch might be too much." "Yeah but..." "Yeah but what?" "As I recall it was your Dad that wanted to meet mine `cept it wasn't possible due to the fact they were in Somerset getting roached out at the festival. The invitation has already been made so he's just late in accepting it!" "I suppose it could work but still..." "Still nothing! Our Mums will get on great and in any case it isn't our problem. They're big enough to sort things out for themselves, I mean we're the kids, right? Just do me a favour and ask the question next time you talk to them." "I said I'd call them later." "Mention it then and if you get the bums rush, forget I said anything. Deal?" "Okay. I'll ask. I just can't get over how confident you are? I'm the eldest and I should be the one with all the answers?" "I'm just used to being who I am Aaron and maybe I'm able to see past your fears, I dunno." "Whatever. Can we change the subject please?" ***** Chapter Six ends As always, feedback and comments are appreciated no matter how you view this story and these should be directed to the author. Andy. footea81@yahoo.co.uk (re-edited January 8th 2013) http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html