Date: Fri, 3 Nov 2017 14:41:32 -0700 From: Ian Bridger Subject: London Calling Chapter 7 Readers Warning; The following story contains elements of sexual content and contact between young boys around the age of twelve. If the subject matter offends you, or is not to your taste, or if you are closed mined to such things, or if you are a minor under the age of eighteen; then you should probably not read any further. Thanks, and enjoy. Story Written and Posted by About A Boy "Young boys should never be sent to bed. Because they always wake up a day older." ( Quote from Finding Neverland ) Authors note: In writing, it is often times difficult to convey an accent, or certain colloquialisms. Accordingly, I have taken certain liberties with spelling and grammar, to convey a bit of British flavour to the story. Please allow me this, and go with the flow. Thanks for reading, and please enjoy... London Call ~ Chapter Seven ~ **Excerpt Chapter Six The other boys looked at each other, once again having to stifle laughter. Ash motioned to Shay, and then whispered something into his ear. Shay grinned and nodded back to him. Taking up positions at the front and back of the shower again, the boys quietly opened the curtain enough to step into the tub at the same time. They stood slightly behind on either side of Nathan, who was still crooning away, "Gotta kiss myself I'm so pretty..." And then, unable to hold it any longer both Shay and Asher started in on the chorus. "Uptown Funk you up, Uptown Funk you up..." They sang quite loudly. Startled, Nathan's eyes flew open, and as he looked back, his wet naked body went five shades of red. He'd been caught unawares, singing and dancing in the shower. "Bloody fuckin' hell..." Nate muttered sheepishly, while both Ash and Shay continued singing through their giggles, and even started dancing now on either side of him, before grins and unbridled laughter ensued. After he'd gotten over the initial shock and embarrassment of it, he grinned back at his mates, and quite naturally started singing and swaying about again. All three of them sang along now, bobbing their heads and rocking their shoulders to the beat, simply enjoying this more than good natured friendship. Eventually the boys even started bathing and washing one another; all while singing several other songs, and dancing about unabashedly in each others company. And this is my friends, is true friendship... ** * * * * The boys had stayed in the shower till long after the water had run cold. The extended moment had been a delightful release from the heavier emotional fare that Shay and his mates had been going through the last day; so these moments of light hearted fun were a much needed cleansing, of both body and soul. When finally they emerged from behind the shower curtain, the mood was markedly different than what it had been, and Shay certainly seemed more like his old self. A happy, free spirited twelve-year-old. "We've gah' nothin' clean ta' change into..." Nathan pointed out, as the boys toweled themselves dry. None of them had brought any other clothes, since everything had been done so last minute. "We can toss everythin' inta' the wash machine." Asher remarked. "Pretty sure it still works and all." He went about gathering up all their discarded clothing and took everything back down the small hallway past the kitchen pantry. Hidden there in a small cupboard like area was a small, stacked washer and dryer of older design. Ash tossed the scant amount of clothing into it, then stripped off the damp towel from around his waist and tossed it into the bin as well. The other boys had followed along behind him, and Shay peeled off his wet towel tossing it on the pile. "Oye... We've got nuthin' to puh' on." Nate reminded. "You expect us to hang out all starkers then?" Asher only smiled at him wryly. "Wha', afraid your lit'l peeper will catch cold then?" he teased. "Pu' a dry towel around ya if ya like. Or, I think there may still be a box of me grampa's old clothes in the bottom of the wardrobe." Nathan gave him a sour look, as they turned and strode back toward the main bedroom. Ash reached into the back of the closet and pulled out a carton with some old folded clothes in it. Nate peered in and discovered an old button down shirt, which was more than several sizes too large for him; Ash's grandpa had been a fairly large man. Nate slipped the shirt on and it came down to just about his knees. He held his arms out to examine himself. "Looks like I'm wearin' a bloody dress..." he complained. "You look very pretty." Shay teased. "Brings out the color of yer' eyes, don't ya think." "Oh shu' up mate." Nate warbled back, making a funny face at Shay. "You want a pair of me grampa's undies as well?" Asher commented, holding up a huge pair worn out boxer shorts. All three boys took to laughing then, and Nathan politely declined the offer. Ash rummaged through the box further, and came out with an old flatcap. A cloth cap, sometimes called a newsboy cap, or an English racing cap. He smiled nostalgically at it. "Me gramps used ta' wear this all the time." he said a with sudden show of fondness. "Gonna 'ang it over yer' dinger then." Nathan teased. Shay chuckled boyisly, but Asher only flipped him the bird, then he slipped the cap onto his head, adjusting it just so. He smiled fondly as he glanced at himself in the mirror and thought about his grampa. Shay smiled happily at Asher, enjoying the rather nostalgic look that he wore on his face. It made him look cute, Shay thought notably. And with that, he retrieved several fresh towels from the bath, which he and Ash both wrapped snuggly about their waists. It was still early evening, and since they had to wait for the laundry, and since the cottage sat in a bit of a remote location, the boys weren't in the least concerned about anyone seeing them. Accordingly, they stepped out into the warm evening air of the front porch while they waited. Nathan, clad in his 'dress like' oversized shirt, took a seat on the top step of the porch, and the other lads wearing nothing but the medium sized white cotton towels wrapped around them, sat loosely on the swing. They chatted lightly, about nothing much in particular, and when Nate glanced back at the other two, the sight made him giggle quietly to himself. From his lower position on the step his glance was looking upward, directly under the towels still wrapped loosely around his mates. "What..?" Shay questioned of his laughter. "Oye, you two look like the fruit aisle at the corner market..." he laughed. "Got yer' kiwi's hanging out..." Shay caught on immediately, and he dropped his hands in his lap, pushing the towel down to cover his dangling boy gems. It took Asher a moment longer to catch on, but when he did, he smiled boyishly and spread his legs wider as he lifted the towel teasingly. "Get yerself' an eyeful lad..." Ash retorted openly, "Plent'e to go round..." Nathan laughed and shook his head, then suddenly got a sly look on his face. "Speakin' of tha'..." he said half teasingly and half suggestively. "Just wha' were you lot doin' together in the other bedroom earlier?" he questioned, bobbing his eyebrows suggestively. Shay quickly turned a bit red then, embarrassed now that Nathan was probably aware of just exactly what they'd been up to. "A'vin a bit a boy play is all." Asher grinned, shrugging casually. "Wha?" Nate looked quizzically at Ash, and then at Shay. "So, now it's you as well is it? You've gone an' left me and joined the other side..." he asked Shay. Shay shrugged, then slipped off the porch swing, crossing to the steps and sitting down alongside Nathan. "I'm not totally sure about anythin' Nate. But...but I'm guessing I may be bisexual though. Would that put you off?" he asked sincerely, his voice tinged with concern. Nate smiled impishly back at him. "Well, it's a bit bloody late for me to make any new friends, isn't it..." Nathan teased. "So I guess I'll have ta' keep me old ones then..." he smiled. There was never any doubt that Nathan loved his best mates, gay, strait, or otherwise. Shay looked warmly at Nate, and smiled happily, then bumped his shoulder playfully into the other boy. Nate grinned back at him, and putting his arm around Shay's shoulders, he surprised him by leaning over and planting an affectionate kiss Shay's lips. "Wha' was that for?" Shay wondered. "Jus' wanted to see if you kissed like a girl or a boy..." Nathan joked, and then he deliberately reached under Shay's towel and gave his boyhood a meaningful squeeze. "Oye..." Shay jumped with a surprised grin. "An' wha' was that for..?" "Just wanted to see if me manly kiss got ya all excited like..." Nate laughed, and Asher joined in and started laughing as well. "Manly kiss was it?" Shay said, looking back at the oversized shirt that Nate was still wearing. "I'm not the one wearin' a dress now am I..." Nathan looked down at the moo- moo sized shirt he was wearing and began to laugh. He stood up then, putting one hand up behind his head and jutting his hip out to the side, posing like a female super model. It was so like him, and all three boys cracked up then, feeling good in the moment, and enjoying good natured ribbing between the three boys. Yet another pure sign of their friendship. There was a low beeping sound from inside the cottage, and realizing that the wash was finished, Asher got up and went inside, leaving the other two on the deck. Shay stood then as well, and he looked soberly at Nathan. "Thanks Nate," he said sincerely, "for everythin..." The other boy smiled back at him, nodded quietly, and then they both shared a warm, meaningful hug. * * * * With the laundry done, the boys almost reluctantly slipped back into their shorts, though none of them bothered with underwear. The evening was moving on, though it was still rather warm, and still fairly light outside. Slipping their shoes on, the three boys strolled back down the hill onto one of the main streets and into one of the small sandwich shops. Dinner consisted of sharing two very large hoagies and some sodas, spending most of the money they had left. They took their food and wandered back onto the beach, sitting on the sandy shore somewhere just above the waterline. They had all slipped off their shoes, and they sat Indian style in the sand as they polished off the large sandwiches. They didn't talk much. Didn't need to. It was a nice evening as the sun set over the sea, throwing a spectacular array of colors into darkening evening sky. The beach was mostly deserted now. With the oncoming darkness, most everyone else had filtered away. The three boys walked up the shore about as far as they could, before turning around and heading casually back. In the deepening dusk, they listened to the water rolling in quietly, and suddenly Nathan stopped and looked at his two companions. "What..?" Asher asked, seeing the odd look in his eyes. "I've just had a thought." Nate replied. "Well, tha's a bit unusual don't you think?" Shay was quick to tease, and Nate made a funny face back at him. Glancing up and down the beach in the semi darkness, Nate's mischievous grin widened, and with out warning he peeled his tee shirt off over his head. "Wha' are you doin?" Ash countered. "Wha's it look like mate? I'm goin' swimmin." And with that, Nathan peeled off his shorts, and standing quite naked he turned and darted for the water. Shay and Asher looked disbelievingly at one another, and Shay took a cursory look up and down the beach as well. There may have been a few stragglers here and there, down the beach a bit. A couple walking hand in hand, a boy and his mum doing the same. They looked back at Nate who was jumping around in shallow water, hooting freely. Shay looked at Ash again shook his head. "He's a bi' of a nutter then, isn't he..." he remarked with a smile. "Guess so." Ash grinned back at him. "Smart as a cabbage that one... Shall we have a go then?" And just like that Asher and Shay stripped off, tossing their clothes in the sand and darted naked for the water. What better time than childhood to enjoy a bit of silliness. In the near dark, three naked boys hooted and hollered as they danced about in the sea. Roughhousing and playing like twelve-year-olds in the darkness. Well, how appropriate... The young couple holding hands walked past, glanced at the three naked silhouettes jumping and hopping about joyously in the moonlight. "Whoo..." the young man hooted at them, encouraging their youthful, carefree activity. His girlfriend laughed, and they continued on their way. When the woman with the young boy made their way past, the lad stopped and pointed at the boys. "Look mummy, they're naked..." he observed. She looked out after them and shook her head reprovingly, but she smiled never the less as she her ushered her child along. He kept looking back though, as if wishing he could join them. Some twenty minutes later, the chilled boys scrambled up from the water toward their meager pile of clothing, still giggling and enjoying themselves, having just had a memorable adventure to add to their boyhood resumes. "Tha' was right fun..." Nate offered. The other boys agreed whole heartedly as they gathered up their things.. "I'm walkin' home this way." Shay offered suddenly, slipping into his Nike trainers, but nothing else. The other boys looked at him dubiously and grinned at one another as Shay actually started strolling up the beach, clothes in hand. A playful shrug between them, and the other two followed along in a like manner, starkers as it were. It may have been dark outside, but as it usually is in the Summertime, it was far from pitch black. It's likely several others saw the boys as they strolled along up the road, naked as jaybirds, and just as chirpy. One passing motorist even tooted a horn playfully at them as they drove past. Some ten minutes later the boys walked up the thatched grass drive to the cottage, feeling quite proud of themselves. "One for the books lads..." Nate proclaimed, setting his clothes on the porch. The boys kicked off their shoes and stood in the side yard, freely hosing themselves off with the garden hose. It had been an unusual adventure for certain. Finally they walked across the grass to the front porch. "Hold on lads..." Ash told them, as he stooped down and grabbed his board shorts. He fumbled with the button on the left leg pocket, and finally retrieved his mobile phone from it. "One for the album as well..." He grinned. The three wet, naked boys stood tightly together, arms around each others shoulders as Ash aimed and snapped off a risqué selfie of the three of them. It was one for the album indeed, though not likely one they would show to too many people... The boys retreated into the cottage and grabbed up several fresh towels to dry themselves off with. And then, finally showing a little decorum, if not a touch of modesty, the boys finally slipped into their underwear, and they spent the rest of the evening wearing nothing else as they lounged on the sofa, watching a movie on the telle, and munching on a huge bowl of popcorn that Asher popped up for them... * * * * Back in London, Asher's parents had gone up to Islington to check in on Shay's father. He was getting settled into the rehab clinic now, getting ready to start his first day of detox, and counseling. Graham thanked the Weatherby's for interceding. He was more than ashamed of the way he'd been acting. The way he'd been treating Shay, and even his friends. "I said some mean things..." Graham told them. "And not just to Shay either. But, I said some ugly things to em about...about yer boy as well. His bein' gay and all. I...I just don't understand any of it..." he shook his head. "How did you, come to accept it?" he asked. Ash's father looked at him solemnly. "He's our son." Mr. Weatherby replied simply. "There was nothing to accept. To question his sexuality, well, that's like questioning his eye colour. A lot of people don't understand it, but... It's who you are, it's not a choice you make one morning when you wake up. Why would you question someone's genetic make up. You wouldn't... " "You're right of course." Graham agreed. "Please, please tell Asher I'm sorry..." "You'll have to tell him yourself." Mr. Weatherby replied. "When you're better. As for Shay... What hurt Shay the most, was you blaming him, resenting him for his mother's death. That cut the boy very deeply." Mr Weatherby told him. Graham looked down at his hands, folded in his lap. "I...I hadn't even realized I was doin' tha'. Not till I said it out loud ta the boy..." he shook his head. "The boy hates me now. He even said it..." "Shay loves you Graham. He spoke out of anger. Out of fear. You need to get yourself right, and he'll come along. I can assure you of that..." Shay's father nodded his head quietly. He stood then, and reached out to shake Mr. Weatherby's hand. And with that, he left the lounge area and went back to the clinic, where he'd remain for the next thirty days. * * * * Back at the cottage in Swanage, the boys had just finished up watching their movie on the old style television set. Switching it off, they lay around in their underwear on the living room floor, playing another old board game which they'd found in one of the pantry cupboards. They played quite awhile, and Nathan was finally eliminated. While the other boys finished up, Nate rummaged around in the cupboard looking for another game they might play. "Hey wanna' play this?" Nate questioned, pulling out another ancient game from the same cupboard. "It's Twister..." he grinned. "What? We used to play tha' when I was a little kid." Ash reminisced with a chuckle as he took the box from Nate and looked at the picture on the front of it. "It's kinda' silly really." "We could try it again." Shay offered. He also remembered playing the game years ago when he and Ash had stayed at the cottage, back when Ash's grampa was alive. "Wanna' try it then?" he grinned. Asher shrugged his assent, and the boys put the other board game away and pulled out the plastic tarp of the Twister game, spreading it out on the living room floor. "You two go first." Ash suggested. Sitting back on the couch he flicked the spinner and watched till it finally stopped. "Ok, left foot red." he directed. Nate and Shay each put a bare foot on red. Ash spun again. "Left hand yellow..." The other boys did as instructed. The game went on for a few minutes, with both boys becoming twisting around into unusual positions. Which of course is the point of the silly old kids game. At one point Asher started giggling, as he looked at his two mates, wearing nothing but their skimpy underpants, their limbs tangled awkwardly around one another. And in truth, Ash was rather enjoying the suggestive view. Nathan's bum was currently stuck up in the air, with his legs spread apart, leaving the rounded bulge of his balls hanging down temptingly in-between. Shay meanwhile was straddled at an odd angle across one of Nate's legs, his face just to the left side of Nate's bum. Asher cheated then of course; the temptation was simply too much to pass up. He spun the dial, then deliberately called out the wrong thing. "Left hand green." he instructed. An easy move for Nathan, but the only way Shay could managed it, caused his face to roam even closer, within inches in fact, of Nate's bottom. "Oh man..." Shay complained vehemently. "Hurry up Ash, spin it again... Come on, come on..." What came next though was just about what Asher had expected. Nathan, looking back between his legs, and seeing Shay's face within inches of his bum, couldn't resist the temptation. With very little effort, he squeezed one out. The low familiar squeak of a fart escaped him, which immediately sent Shay gagging, as he tumbled to the floor as if mortally wounded... "Oh fuckin' hell..." Shay sputtered. The other boys were laughing wildly as they rolled about, and they high fived one another as they looked down and giggled boyishly at Shay's expense. "That was bloody gross." Shay muttered, trying not to laugh; but the giggles consumed him as well. It was the greatest of fun, and the boys played several more rounds of the game, rotating around as to who played with whom. In the end they all had a pretty good time with it; and playing while only wearing underwear was a unique variation to the game which for Ash, made it all the more enjoyable. Getting late now, the boys decided to call it, and they headed back toward the bedrooms. "Well, you two have fun." Nate teased as he turned off toward the smaller bedroom; but Shay grabbed his wrist and steered him across to the main bedroom. "Come on mate." Shay insisted, pulling his friend along. "Thou' you two wankers were gonna play out an stuff." Nathan hinted. "Yeah well, it wouldn't be as much fun without you..." Asher replied. Nate looked at them both doubtfully. "Come on mate. Nothin' serious, just a lit'l boy fun is all..." They hopped up onto the bed pulling Nate in-between them middle. It was a touch awkward at first. Even though the three had jerked off together in the past, Nate knew that his friends weren't just jacking off anymore. They were... Well, they were messing about sexually with one another. He was fine with that, but it would be awkward in any circle to be the third wheel. "Asher tried to put him at ease as he turned off the main light, leaving only the bedside table lamp on. With a gentle smile, Ash slipped off his own underwear, revealing his boyish penis, still laying limply to the side. Nate glanced down at it, then up at his friend. "Tryin' to tempt me then?" He joked. "Why, are you tempted?" Ash teased back at him. Nate smiled and shrugged. "Its a bit small though, isn't it..." He teased, giggling out loud. "Bugger off man." Asher responded with a boyish laugh, punching Nathan playfully on the shoulder. On the other side Shay giggled as well, and feeling a bit randy now himself, he peeled off his own cotton briefs, and began fingering his spongy, semi soft boyhood. Nate glanced over at him and watched as his friend's three inch soft sausage link quickly and erotically swelled to four plus inches. Shay pulled back on his foreskin now, exposing his ripened cherry; and even though Nate was straight, sexually speaking, seeing the shiny purple knob of one of his best mates was a bit of a turn on to him. "Oh balls..." he muttered in a resigned tone. And with that he raised his hips and slid his low cut red cotton briefs down his bare legs. It didn't take long. It rarely does for adolescent boys. Within moments all three boys were at full mast, and working diligently on themselves. Some moments they masturbated with closed eyes, engaging in imagined sexual imagery. And then they'd open their eyes and feast on the erect genitals being manipulated right alongside them. This eye stimulation was certainly the best; even for Nathan who never really fantasized about other boys, but couldn't deny how aroused it made him feel right now. Asher slid his right palm onto Nate's bare thigh, absently rubbing on it to further stimulate himself, and It had the same effect on Nathan as well; the skin on skin contact was certainly stimulating. But if Nate thought that was arousing, he was in for a surprise by what happened next. Shay suddenly reached over and usurped Nate's masturbating hand. Slipping his own fingers around the other boy's turgid tuber. Nathan eyes opened wide as he looked at Shay, surprised. "What the..." he started to say, but the feeling of another boy's fingers stroking and manipulating his boyhood quickly overwhelmed him. "Ohhh man...." he muttered, laying his head back open mouthed on the pillow. "Tha's... Tha's bloody awesome isn't it..." he croaked. His youthful tool twitched under Shay's fingertips, sending a delightful tremor through his core. He licked his dry lips and sighed. His twelve-year-old erection had never been in someone else's hand, and it felt most delightful. "Ohh...Ohh bloody hell..." he crooned. Excitement can do funny things to people, and a minute later, almost without realizing it, Nathan reached his hand across Shay's leg, and began cupping and gently rubbing on the other boy's genitals, enjoying the feel of his friend's soft silky boy bag and the large tender marbles within. It just felt right to doing this somehow, and even now it was an immediate and additional turn on to him. This was the first time he'd ever really touched someone else's genitals before, and there was no denying it felt...Nice. Purposefully, he wrapped his fingers around Shay's stiff rubbery penis, fondling and stroking him, all the while enjoying the feelings that were playing in and around his own boyhood and groin. Pleasurable sounds drifted from him in ghostly fashion; soft grunts and gentle contented cooings. His legs twitched with excitement, and he squeezed his eyes shut when Shay ran a sticky wet thumb over the tip of his swollen glans. "Oh fuhhh..." he grunted, nearly spasming and losing his load right then. "Oh fuhhh..." he breathed again. And then just as suddenly, Asher had joined the party as well. Ash was using his free hand to rub sensuously on Nathans bare chest, fingering and ringing the nub of his left nipple. Asher slid his hand downward then, to the base of Nate's boyhood, gently fingering the tiny whisps of soft pubes growing sparsely there on either side. Nate's body lurched again involuntarily, his knob drooled with immature boy honey and his toes spread of their own mind. There are few things in a pubescent boy's life that could equal the feeling of sexual arousal and impending orgasm, but Nate couldn't have thought of one now, even if he had the mind to do so. The deeper tingles began then, and his naked body was lost to it. His thighs went numb and tight, his stomach scrunched inward, as he lifted his head and shoulders from the pillow. Shay sensed it happening, and he sped up his strokes, causing Nate to grunt from deep within himself... The boy's fleshy protuberance bucked, and his testicles seemed to take cover from the impending fallout as they bunched in his sac. Warm boy juice charged for the opening, and with a sudden swelling of his straining purple knob the pearlescent goo took flight. Both Shay and Asher's eyes widened with excitement as they watched the first juicy blast erupt from Nate's boylike hose like a fleeing white rabbit. It was a sloppy, messy eruption followed immediately by another creamy geyser, and yet another wet pulse of delight that drew deep breathy contented grunts from Nate's throat. Came a dying pulse then, followed by a smaller one, and then several oozing dribbles. Caught up in the intense excitement of it, Asher bent in close and took a sloppy lick of the creamy residue directly from Nate's strained, drooling tap. Shay was so turned on by what he was witnessing that he took his own penis back into his right hand. Nathan had let it go of it as soon as his own orgasm had started, and now Shay desperately needed to finish. He stroked himself vigorously as he watched Asher bend over and take a lick off of Nate's bell end. "Oh fuhhh..." Shay mumbled. It looked so bloody erotic that he wanted a taste as well; and still stroking his own, Shay let go of Nate's spent rod and he drew his sticky wet fingers back to his mouth and he licked the other boy's sticky dribbled seed from them. "Mmm...mmm..." He hummed gutturally, tasting and swallowing the sweet salty cream of boyhood. Shay rolled his head back then, over the edge with stimulation now, and his body went numb as he went through his own orgasmic rituals. Within moments he moaned loudly, and tensing, he ejaculated copious amounts of his own semen up onto his chest, tummy, and even onto Nate's sweaty torso which was still pressed against him. And on the other side of Nathan, the scene played out in triplicate, like a television rerun. Because Asher was certainly not going to miss out. After licking Nate's knob, he'd begun his own renewed masturbatory assault on himself, and just after Shay had begun to cum, Ash reached his own excited climax. A glorious eruption of pleasure that only added to the wet sticky mess that was splattered all over the three naked boys and the now moist bed sheets. All three lads lay there for some time like limp noodles. Which would pretty much accurately describe their boy parts as well at this point. They were spent, exhausted, and felt totally drained of energy and bodily fluids. "Bloody hell..." Nathan finally managed to mumble, as he raised his head and looked at his mates, who's sweaty limbs were still pressing solidly against, or draped loosely over his own. "Is tha' what it feels like to be bisexual or gay..." Nate queeried, "If so, sign me up..." He looked at his companions and they all started laughing jovially at Nathan's silly comment. It was quiet for a long moment, and then Nate propped himself up on his elbows. "I am a wee bit curious now though..." he remarked cryptically. And without hesitating he leaned over and kissed Asher on the lips. Open mouthed, he lingered there, and Ash happily and deeply reciprocated. Pulling back, he looked Ash in the eyes for a moment, then he rolled to the other side and shared the same with Shay. Locking moist lips, and exchanging a long probing moment or two of wet tongue. He drew back then, smiling boyishly at his companions. "Sorry lads... I don' think I'm gay. I mean, it felt really nice and all but..." He smiled thoughtfully at his mates as he sat up and then scooted off the bed. "Tha's not to say I wouldn't mind messin about some in the future. I mean shite, that was bloody wicked wasn't it..." The other boys grinned loosely at him, and he smiled back at them. "Well, I'm needin' a bit of a wash then." he remarked, and he headed across to the bathroom to start the shower. "You lads gonna join me, or wha?" he called back to them. Shay glanced at Asher, and the two boys smiled and scooted off the bed to join their best mate in the tub. It had been a long eventful day, and a nice hot shower would be just the thing to reset tired bodies and minds. They lingered there in the tub till long after the water had cooled... ~~ The End ~~ Comments are always welcome at; ians.daydream@gmail.com Hope you are enjoying this coming of age tale. It is a Boy's duty, to explore, experiment, and enjoy with curious wonder, this precious time of adolescent change. Where every experience is new, and nothing is off the table. Enjoy it boys.... Also, stay tuned for more new stories from About A Boy I really appreciate your reading my stories, and offering up your comments... I truly hope that you continue to enjoy them, and just maybe, find something of your own similar boyhood memories mixed into it as well... Childhood was a wonderfully innocent time, wasn't it..........