Date: Sun, 19 Jul 1998 00:02:59 +0100
From: Ashton
Subject: Love Over Vast Expanses  Chapters 1-10

Love Over Vast Expanses

For Pat. I love you.


Before you go read my stories, I have to say for some weird reason that this
site contains erotic fiction regarding sex between consenting minor boys. I
am supposed to point out (or something) that viewing this material may be
forbidden in your country/state/religion/ethnic area or whatever and I cannot
be held responsible for the consequences. I suppose I should also saw for
those of you with really weak mind that there is some offensive language, or
to put it another way, swearing.

I would also like to say that any views expressed in this writing are my
own, and I am exercising my right to free speech. No offence was meant in
any way to anyone at all. I must also say that in the writings there are
many characters who exist in real life and that no harm was intended in any
way whatsoever towards them. (This much should be blatant as they are my
friends...) I should also point out that the erotic parts and some other
areas in this story have never happened. (but you never know...)

Note for horny gay minors: I (the author) am also a horny gay minor and why
you should not be allowed to view this is completely beyond my reasoning. I
should warn you that it is probably illegal for you to do so, as it probably
was for me to write this.

Personal Note: All the people in this story exist, and I really owe them a
lot. Thanx you guys! Unfortunately this hasn't yet happened, that is the
part about getting the AirMiles and meeting Pat. The description of my 'net
friends' is all true, as is my feelings and experiences up to early March
1998, when this was written. I really hope the bits that haven't happened do,
as you may have guessed from my dedication...

CHAPTER ONE

I typed in my ICQ password for the umpteenth time, and my mad PC finally
recognised that I had done so. I sighed in relief as I waited for the server
to connect. After about a couple of lifetimes I got an Online message in the
status bar, and found out that for some strange reason the only person
online was Dean, who is usually busy during the week. I was about to send an
IM saying Hi, when I got one first. I double clicked on NitWit14 and read
his text:

	"Hi Eyes!
	
I've got your AirMiles! BM are not international yet but will be by around
July, so you can go to see Pat (I take it that's what your planning on
doing...;)) then!"

My heart leapt to my chest, my dream had come true! I received another IM
from Dean, saying Hi again; the previous one obviously was sent before I
logged on. I added a great, enourmous, huge thanks for the AirMiles to my
greeting. An idea popped into my head, and I asked Dean if the 'Miles could
work both way, I'd really have loved it if Pat could come here. After a wait
that seemed like it lasted forever I got a reply: they could!!! I was
overjoyed, and thanked Dean as profusly as I could over the internet...


That evening Pat came online earlier than usual, at around 9pm my time. I
told him the news instantly, and told him that I'd most love it if he could
come to England in the last week of July: that was the week I was going to
the Isle of Wight. He told me he could free up any week for me! I was glad
to hear this, and that night I was enrolled in such anticipation that I
couldn't sleep. Instead I had cybersex with Pat. Our telepathic link we had
worked even better than usual, and our IRC messages that soon we could be
like Dean and his boyfriend, Lee, and have proper sex in real life, came on
the screen at the same time...


The next months that led up to my holiday to the Isle of Wight were full of
persuasion on both mine and Pat's parts towards our parents. Instead of
boring you with the details I'll fill you in on my life and experiences
regarding my life and the little "net-circle" of gay teens I was a part of.

        My name's Ashton and I live in Bristol, a city in the
south-west of England. I'm 14 and go to a state-funded secondary school near
my house. In case you didn't guess, I'm also gay. I'll start my 'tale' from
the Sunday I read Dean's story Touring with Hanson in mid-January 1998. I
was surfing some porn group on Usenet, when I came across a .zip file. I saw
that it was some sort of gay erotic story, and I thought I'd save it to my
PC and read it that night.

        By the time I was actually going to bed I had completely forgotten
about it. However I couldn't sleep, and so remembered the story and read it.
It took my three hours: I was up from 11pm to 2am, and it gave me real
insight: I knew that I wasn't alone in the world of gay teens, but knowing
others 'like me' was something I thought happened to other people. Lying in
bed I was restless, thinking about what I'd read. I decided to mail Dean and
visit his website the next day, after I came back from school.

        However the fact that my sexuality wasn't a game and was actually
something real and important kept going through my mind, and I was
contemplating it so much that I couldn't work and actually felt a physical
sickness. At lunchtime I requested that I could go home, which I did, and
immediately went to Dean's site to find a bit more about him. I learnt that
he was more like me than I could've expected: he was my age, lived only about
150 miles north of my in Derby, and was, of course, gay. This had an even
greater impact on me, and I missed school the next day to mail him my
thoughts.

        The next couple of weeks I sent and received mails to and from Dean.
It was the first time I'd ever spoken to anyone who was also gay, and those
weeks really enlightened me. When Dean went to Germany for three weeks I felt
very lonely, as I had only met him so far, so I decoded to start writing
myself. By the time Dean came back on Valentine's Day I was about two-thirds
of the way through it, and when he read it he told me to skip school
permanently (even Physics!) and write full-time. This cheered me up no end,
and I finished the story in a couple of days. This was about when I
introduced him to ICQ, and through him introducing me to people he'd met and
also from my own writings I made many friends in the two weeks that preceded
then, the most important of course being Patrick, my boyfriend, who lives in
California in the USA. I love him so much, and I know it probably sounds sad
to those who think relationships with people who you have never seen are, but
I know him so well, I couldn't really imagine life without him, or any of
the other guys I've met. I have wanted to meet Pat since I fell in love with
him all those weeks ago...

        Another thing that the guys helped me with is coming out: first to my
parents, who for some reason at first didn't believe me, but after a
few weeks took it OK. My Dad had previously found a link to Nifty in
IE's history folder so he didn't really find it too surprising, but
Mum didn't take it so well, her first words being "I didn't want this for
you..." They both settled down after a while though. My closest friends
didn't mind, as I had anticipated, and about three weeks after I told them
I got the guts to come out at school. In the most part I actually gained
respect from having the guts to do that. I was taken the piss out of
obviously, for a few weeks, but I generally became more popular, especially
with the girls, none of whom cared...


In case your wondering, this is where the realism ends. The date I wrote this
part is the date when this epilogue-kinda-thing ends. Dean has said its
possible that he may be able to get me/us some AirMiles, but I haven't
confirmed anything yet. I really want him to though (just thought I'd make
the point clear...) So rest of the story is, so far, fiction.


CHAPTER TWO

Pat arrived in the country the weekend before we left for the Isle of Wight.
His plane touched down at Bristol Airport at 7 o'clock in the morning, so I
had to wake up at 5am to get him at that time. Naturally however I was
chatting to Dean, Yoram & Co. until 2am, and we were all sharing my
excitement at  my having Pat to stay. He was here for a fortnight, and we
were going to be on the Isle from Monday to Sunday, so we would have the
first two days in Bristol, when I anticipated Pat would be getting over his
jetlag, something I'm sure I could help him achieve. We'd leave on Monday
morning, spend the next week on the Island, then come back to Bristol for
the next five days, where I had nothing planned. He'd then leave on the
Saturday morning, exactly two weeks after he arrived.

        I finally went to bed at 2 then, but of course couldn't sleep for
hours. I think I probably got an hour's sleep that morning. When my
alarms went off at 5am I was shaking as I realised instantly that I
was going to meet my lover for the first time in my life...

        We arrived at the terminal at 6:30, as there was no traffic at that
time, even if we had to go across town to get there. I waited in anticipation
for what seemed like days, when finally the loudspeaker finally announced
in a crackely voice:

        "The 7:02 BM flight from San Francisco has touched down at Terminal
Two. Will all those expecting passengers proceed to Terminal Two's arrivals
room and await arrival. Luggage will be..."

        I had studied the maps of the airport while I was waiting, and sped
off the arrivals room as if I'd been there a million times beforehand.
However, as usual in British transport places it took another fifteen minutes
for the passengers to start dis-embarking. When the double doors at the end
of the room eventually slided open and the passengers started drifting
through I involuntarily started hopping around on my feet.

        At last Pat came through the doors, and I rushed up to him instantly.
I remembered the public place we were standing in, and as Pat came towards me
he must have got the same idea as we both slowed down and hugged so that
onlookers thought we were old mates. As we made our way to the car-park
(he'd gone through customs before coming to the room. He told me later that
they'd found the tube of KY he packed, and he couldn't think of an excuse and
just shrugged his shoulders when eyebrows were raised, and asked if owning
some lubricating substances was illegal, and as he looks around 18, which is
when you become an adult in the UK, he managed to get through without too
much hassle) we started chatting, tentatively at first, but got going just as
we chatted online.

        "So, how jetlagged are you then?" I asked him when we got into the
open air.

        "Pretty tired, I'm used to it being about midnight now. Exactly what
time is it?"

        "8:13. Remember I can always help you sleep..." He shivered. "Looks
like you may need some getting used to the cold British climate. I can always
get you warmer too, remember."

        "Of course, you know I'd love that. It is pretty freezing," he
grinned at me. It was about 17deg.C, which, though cold for July, was a
temperature I could easily walk around in a T-shirt. There was a biting wind
today however, and I was wearing a Sweatshirt.

        We got into our car, and still couldn't 'get up to anything' as my
Dad was making his usual annoying stupid comments. I got the picture he was
a bit worried that we may do something he didn't approve of. He also stopped
us talking, so we just sat there surreptitiously holding hands while my Dad
asked Pat about his background, the USA, what he could remember from Taiwan
where he was born, and other general crap. Just feeling his warm palm in mine
seemed to turn me on, as I'd never experienced the feeling before. We
squeezed, relishing the sensation until we got to my house.

        As Pat and I left my Dad to unload the car, I let us in using the
keys I have attached to my wallet. My wallet was attached to my trousers by a
chain, primarily to stop it falling out of my pocket, but there are other
uses for it, and I saw Pat's eyes drift over to it, and I said that there'd
be enough time for that when he needed me to help him go to sleep...

        By now the traffic had built up and it had taken an hour to get
through the city, making it around 9:30 by the time I'd introduced Pat to the
rest of my family: my Mum, Sarah, 10 year old brother Jacob (no religious pun
here) and my 7 year old sister Alice. Of course, I'd told Pat about them
over the past few months, but they didn't know that, nor anything about him.
Pat was looking tired with all the excursion: it was 1:30 am for him, which
while wasn't very late for his seventeen year old body, the journey had
tired him out. Plus. I also wanted to help him get to sleep...

        Upon reaching my bedroom (which involved hauling Pat's luggage up
the three flights of stairs leading up there), we realised that my Mum had
taken the liberty of putting a mattress on the floor. We knew that of course
this wouldn't be needed, and we chucked his belongings, of which there were
few, onto the carpet and he pulled me on my bed.

        I jumped gratefully to that welcoming mattress, and landed on top of
him. No words were needed; I closed my eyes and kissed someone for the first
time in my life. This was something I had wanted to do for so many months,
and the excitement that had built up in me over that time started its release
into my lover's mouth. As it was his first time too, neither of us were in
the driving seat, so we both probed each other's mouths, gingerly at first,
but then going on to a full-blown saliva swap. We wanted to savour the moment
and so kissed gratifyingly for about five minutes...

        Upon our joint release I looked into my soulmate's eyes and hugged
him. With my arms wrapped tightly round his back, I moved my mouth to his
ear and whispered to him,

        "We've been joined in the mental for so long, now we're finally
joined in the physical. I love you Patrick."

        "I love you too," he responded, giving out a happy sigh. "We really
owe Dean something."

	"Yeah, but we'll deal with that later. You still tired?"

	"Not as much, you've kinda woken me up a bit."

        "That's good to hear," I smiled. We lay there in each others arms for
another ten minutes, just relishing the feeling of being together. As I
inhaled his warm scent, he said,

	"Let's stay here for the whole two weeks Eyes..."

        "I'm sure we can think of something a bit more interesting to get up
to."

	"Good point. I don't suppose we can go to bed now?"

        "'Fraid not, my parents would get a bit suspicious. Perhaps in a few
hours I could use the excuse that I didn't get much sleep last night, and are
just going for a little nap?"

        "Heh, nice one." The conversation sort of subsided now, and after
quite a while I decided to tell everyone who was online the good news. I
slowly pulled off Pat, and pressed the Power switch on my PC. After three
tries I managed to actually get it to recognise that I had done so, and
Windows 98 chugged into life.

        "Nice machine you've got there. From your descriptions you didn't do
it much justice," Pat sleepily said from my bed.

	"What, its not as bad as I said?"

	"No, its worse..."

        "Ahh, I gotcha," I replied as I double-clicked on NetDetect and typed
in my password, just one of the many things I did each day that proclaimed my
love for the person that I lived for. As ICQ loaded up I found to my surprise
that Dean was on: it was very early for us in Britain. Then I realised that
it wasn't that early: It was 11:30, we'd been lying there for a whole hour!
I sent Dean an IM proclaiming mine and Pat's thanks:

'Thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you!!! Pat is here
as I write this: I've just kissed for the first time EVER!! This is all
thanks to YOU!!! Here is a bit from Pat.' I motioned Pat over for him to
write his bit, "Pat. Well, that about sums it up! You have brought us
together in the ultimate way...thank you SOOOO much!!!"

        Dean's response was one of happiness also, he said he was glad that
he'd done this. After a few IM exchanges and the beginning of a chat I
needed a drink pretty badly, so I went downstairs to make Pat and myself a
glass of Lemon Squash each. However, by the time I returned the computer was
switched off and Pat was snoring away on my bed. I kicked his clothes from
under my feet and smiled as I put my drink to one side, locked the door,
undressed, and joined my boyfriend under the covers. I was tired myself, and
I held Pat's body close to mine as I drifted off into a happy, dreamless
sleep...


CHAPTER THREE

I woke up dazed. After a short while I remembered what had happened and
smiled. I glanced over Pat's still slumbering body to my bedside clock and
found that it was 2pm. Then I heard the second knock at the door, accompanied
my Mum's voice,

        "Hello you two? Are you there?" I shook myself awake so I could
answer in what I hoped was my normal voice.

        "Mmmm, Mum? Yeah, we were...just having a little sleep. Pat's still
asleep though..."

        "Ahh, well, if you want any lunch you'll have to wake him up, it's on
the table."

	"Alright, we'll probably come down in a few minutes."

        I heard Mum descend the stairs, and snuggled back up to Pat. I looked
over at him, and to my surprise his eyes were open.

	"Pat? You awake?" I asked of him.

	"Yeah. Lucky you have a lock huh?"

        "You said it. It was pretty hard to persuade them to give it to me,
but I knew it would come in handy one day."

        "Certainly did just then." He turned round to face me, so our naked
bodies were facing each other, but not quite touching. I looked into his
soft, deep, enthralling brown eyes and smiled. He smiled back, and pulled me
close to him. We hugged, out naked bodies now wrapped around each other, and
I felt myself start to harden, noticing the same effect on Pat at exactly
the same time. I closed my eyes, and wrapped my legs round his, his chest
rubbing softly against mine. The love we shared was enrolled into this
brilliant moment, and I thought things could not get any better.

        "I need to shave your body. Do you like the smoothness of mine?" Pat
asked me.

        "Mmmm, yes. That would be a good idea. But perhaps later." I kissed
him again, and started caressing his back. He pushed me away from him, and
started licking and kissing my chest. I moaned my appreciation, as I was too
caught up in the emotion of the moment to talk. Pat got the picture and
slowly moved down my torso to my bellybutton, giving it a good seeing to
and filling the innie to the brim with his warm spit. He seemed to take
forever but eventually carried on his journey to my virgin cock. He started
running his tongue through my pubes, coating them with his warm saliva also.

        "Ahhh, Pat, please, uhhhhh..." I had no idea what I was saying, and
Pat ignored me and set to his task, leaving me lying helpless, writhing in
ecstasy. He planted his whole mouth suddenly over my throbbing cockhead,
causing me to throw my head back onto the wall. I managed to stifle what
would have been a very load moan and probably aroused interest from
downstairs. As he vigorously sucked and fondled my bollocks I managed to
gather my wits enough to reach down and run my fingers through his hair. He
stopped momentarily to look up and give me a kiss, then go about his work
with even more energy than I thought possible. His tongue probed my slit
causing such a ripple of euphoric electricity that I had to stop my
hair-running to try and stop myself cumming. Pat must have felt some sort of
reaction down below, as he said,

	"Eyes, you can cum whenever you want to..."

        I was glad to hear this, and let myself out within a few seconds of
his statement. As I thrust into his mouth I couldn't help but give out a
moan and squirted the millions of half-cells into his waiting mouth. He
slurped it down as I'd cum so much it wouldn't all fit in his mouth, some
dribbling out, running down my dick and matting my pubic hairs together. I
started to recover from my intense orgasm and just lay there, panting, and
didn't realise that Pat's mouth had let go of my meat, and I closed my eyes
for a brief moment only to find his head hovering over mine, he was on his
knees, his whole body parallel to my horizontal one, only about three inches
far away from me. I raised my shaking arms up to him and received him. As
his erect cock pressed above my limp one he kissed me and dribbled my cum
into me along with his spit. The taste was the best thing I'd ever tasted;
his saliva seemed to add another element to the usual taste with which I was
very familiar with. He hugged again, and just lay there for another five
minutes, the feeling of the moment subsiding into passion and love.

        "Pat, Pat, Pat, I know this sounds cliche, but I didn't know it
could feel that good." Pat just laughed, and told me that I would have to do
him soon.

        My Mum called us again, so we re-dressed and went down to the meal;
lentil soup, bread and cheese. We sat at the table just holding
hands...


After eating I realised that Pat seemed to have woken up somewhat. I thought
perhaps it was due to his nap and our interesting 'exercise' which happened
afterwards. I thought I should try to tire him out for that evening however,
so I decided to take him on a tour of the city. He'd heard a lot of the city
from our net conversations and stories I'd written, but both of us wanted
for him to see it first hand. It was 3:30 on a July afternoon, so we had
hours before the sun went down. The weather had picked up also, so we went
out wearing only jeans and a T-shirt each. And of course, we could always
warm each other up.

        Firstly I took him to St. Andrews Park, my local green area. It was
only 200 metres round the corner, so it took about two minutes to get there.
I didn't visit it often as the people who hung round in that area I was
friendly with, but not best of friends. I had got to know them a lot better
 since coming out, thought there were a few homophobics in the group. I
  thought I'd "show-off" Pat also, as many would be happy that I'd scored,
  but a few would be squeamish at the thought of two gays together. It would
  be great fun to see those sad, immature wankers stare in disbelief.

        As we walked through the gates I spotted the group of people sitting
on the grass and headed towards them. Pat and I linked arms to give them the
right impression. A couple of them spotted me and waved, and I waved back.
As we got closer I thought I noticed Zach expression change to that of
interest, and he got up and walked towards us.

        "Alright, Isaac," he greeted me while looking intently at Pat.
"Wossup?"

        "Alright, Zach," I nodded my greeting to those still sitting. Their
conversation had paused and they noticed Pat and my arm-link. "This is Pat,
a good friend from California. Thought I'd show him around Bristol, and came
here first."

        "Alright, Pat," responded Zach. He looked back at me. "How good a
friend?"

	"Pretty fucking good," I said, and looked into Pat's eyes.

        Something must have clicked in Martin's thick head, as he jumped up
and gave what I had anticipated, his usual homophobic comment,

        "Ahhh, no, he's not...is he? That's sick!" I gave him a blank stare,
and responded by unlinking my arm from Pat's and pulling his face to mine. I
closed my eyes as he took control and planted his warm lips firmly on mine. I
vaguely heard Martin's "Urrrghhh!" and him and a few others jump up and run
off, accompanied my Zach's laughing as my lover's tongue probed my mouth. I
opened my eyes and glanced over to see Alex stare in disbelief, Zach sit
down again, Matt looking the other way and Hannah, Katie, Emily and Sarah
looking pleased.

        "Congratulations!" exclaimed Zach, who I have suspected for quite a
while of being bi, though I hadn't put it to him. I reluctantly pulled off my
soulmate and thanked him. I turned to Matt and grinned.

	"I, umm... Nice one Eyes!" he told me. Alex nodded his head.

        "What's so important?" asked Katie. "Just because they're both guys, so
what?"

        "Exactly," Pat abruptly said. "Thank you. There's at least a few sane
straight people in the world..."

        We stayed around there for a short while, me sitting on the grass
with Pat in my lap, running my fingers through his hair. We got some strange
looks from passers-by, some of whom I knew, and a few being friends of my
brother and sister. That was pretty risky, but I'd told Jacob and Alice, and
I presumed they'd told some of their friends, but I supposed this would
confirm it for those who didn't know or didn't believe. Martin and the other
homophobics who ran off came back after about five minutes, as they guessed
that I wasn't interested in them. All in all though it was pretty uneventful,
and I was a bit impatient to get going; there was still a lot I wanted to
show Pat. We walked through the park to a different gate, and on the way he
guided me over to a big bush with a wall behind it. I had better plans
though, and told him that there was a far more interesting tree we could
'use.' It was a small pine-type tree, with a space that you could climb up
to the top, which was high enough up that, if we were careful, we could use
to our advantage.

        It was over three years since I had been up there, and I wasn't sure
if I would fit, but Pat's help and encouragement was enough to get me up
there. As I gave him my hand to assist him up, and lifted him so out faces
were facing each other. We just couldn't stop it, Pat made his lower half
more comfortable in the hard bark and, without a word spoken, we kissed
again. That's all, we just had a ten-minute long saliva swap, just probing
each other's mouths, no other contact with any other bodily parts. The
passion enrolled in to our longest kiss yet just rolled up the way we felt
about each other. Things that can't be expressed with words need to be
 explained using other means...


CHAPTER FOUR

We didn't spend much time in the tree, but Pat told me that he really liked
the idea of making out in a tree, and we'd have to go there again one night.
I showed him a bit more of Bristol, taking him to my school, and we saw that
the building work on the new IT block was almost completed. I took him to
Broadmead, the centre of town, where the shopping centres were, to Christmas
Steps, showed him where my Dad worked, walked along the docks, and even
trekked all the way through Clifton to the Avon Gorge and Clifton Suspension
Bridge, the first Suspension Bridge ever built in the world. I decided that
with all the walking we'd done a little longer wouldn't hurt, so we went to
Ashton Court, a big Estate, with acres of grounds. It was pretty busy, even
for a Saturday afternoon, but we managed to find somewhere quiet in the
woods, where we talked and did other 'interesting' things. My feet were
hurting due to their flatness, so we took a bus home, and Pat promised
he'd give my feet some relief somehow that night...

        By the time we arrived back home it was 7:30pm, or 11:30am for Pat.
He'd had a nap on the plane, and our small sleep earlier that day, but was
still tired, though that wasn't the only reason for us to be anxious to get
to bed. After we had eaten supper we watched some Saturday evening TV: Noel's
House Party, Casualty, and the Saturday Night Film: Beverly Hills Cop III.
We just lay on one of our sofas all evening, squashed up into a space not big
enough for just me.

        Beverly Hills Cop III ended at 10 o'clock, and we decided to retire
for the night then. We decided that we would have a shower together tomorrow
evening, as we were too tired and we could tell that if my parents were
uncomfortable with us just hugging on the sofa we shouldn't get their nerves
any more stressed out. We just went to my room and chatted to Yoram, Dean,
Gep, Merlin, EJTroi, Eli, Tim and anyone else who came online and ventured
into #Dean. It was very hard to type; I sat with my legs apart and hands
on the keyboard while Pat kneeled in front of me and stuck his head in my
groin, massaged my feet, reached under my arse, stroked my chest and back
and did many other erotic things. We took shifts of 15 minutes or so doing
one of the two jobs.

        My midnight it was getting too much, especially with Dean and Lee
doing the same at Dean's house and had gone 'to bed' at around 11:30. We had
thought we could carry on chatting for longer, but it was just impossible, so
I logged off and jumped into bed, much to the surprise of Pat, fully clothed.
He got the idea soon enough, however, and slipped in with me. I switched off
the main light and put on my bed-side one, so the room was lit with a warmer
dark yellow light. I decided to make the first move this time, and rolled Pat
underneath me, and set to work with great interest.

        "I've been waiting for this all evening," I told him, and reached
under his T-shirt and pulled it over his head and off him in one swift
movement. What I didn't realise though was that Pat's eyes were drooping.
"Are you OK Pat?"

        "No, I am really knackered. I'm so sorry Eyes, but I need to sleep."
I felt slightly disappointed, but remembered we had a whole fortnight.

        "Don't worry, I understand. We have fourteen days together Pat, and
you need to be awake for it. I'm kinda tired too..."

        "Yeah, we both need our beauty sleep," and with this Pat lay his
head on my chest and closed his eyes in a peaceful slumber. I lay there for
a few minutes stroking his hair until his lack of 'mmm's told me he was
asleep, so I just closed my eyes and joined him.


I looked up from my work to see It. An eight foot high, four foot wide, red,
pulsating, blob with water running out of it started back at me with Its
non-existent eyes. Sitting in CL9 alone wasn't much help with this situation,
but somehow I managed to keep my sanity as It slowly squidged a couple of
steps toward me with Its non-existent feet.


        "Isaac? Isaac? ISAAC?!? Wake up!!!" I heard a voice above me as I
regained my senses.

        "Mmmph? Uhh... Hmm?" My brain decided that some words were in order.
"What?"

	"Are you OK? I was getting worried!"

        "Ahh... Pat? Pat? How..." the events of the previous day came
flooding back into my head, and I fully woke up. Pat was leaning over me and,
just to re-assure myself, I grabbed onto him. "Oh, Pat..."

        "What is it? You were lying there sweating and shivering, you woke
me up!"

        "Oh, darling, I'm sorry, a bad dream. Urgh... I was at school and
there was this big red...Mmph..." Pat didn't seem all that concerned and he
lay down onto me and pushed his lips onto mine, probing into my mouth and
waking my up to full consciousness. I sneaked a look at my bedside clock
and found out that it was 3am. I felt my cock slowly but surely grow
underneath Pat's already hard one as he withdrew from my mouth. "You fully
 awake now then I take it?" I asked him.

	"Sure, and really hungry for some reason, and not just for food."

	"OK, but we'll go eat some food first, yes?"

	"Sounds fine to me!"

	We made our way downstairs as quietly as possible, and I'm pretty
sure that for once we didn't wake up my parents. I closed the kitchen door
behind us, and walked into the utility room. It was freezing in there and
my naked body couldn't really help but shiver and my nipples just had to
harden. As I rooted around for the Vitam-R I heard a dull thud from the main
kitchen. I poked my head round the door to see Pat's naked body flail around
in a pile of white powder; he had been looking for some concentrate in a
cupboard and had knocked the sugar all over the floor. We were a bit sweaty
from huddling in my warm room together and the sugar stuck to him as he had
jumped onto the floor while trying to gather it up to one pile. I smiled and
managed to stifle a laugh as I put the Vitam-R down for the time being and
walked towards him.

	"Uh, I'm sorry Eyes, it just fell..."

        "Yeah, I know, it does that sometimes." I moved my head under him and
kissed him.

	"Mmph ... Ahh ... Mmmmm..."

        I withdrew out of his mouth after about 10 seconds and asked him if
he needed any help.

        "Nah, there's not much spilled. Can you just get me a dust-pan and
brush?"

	"Yup." I fetched him one and left him to get on with it, preferably
getting as much on his body at the same time as was possible. I switched on
the grill (we don't have a toaster) and bunged four slices of thick white
bread under the flame. I guessed that would be enough for now, and while I
waited I got even hornier than I thought possible while watching Pat's arse
bounce up and down as he kneeled on the floor brushing away all the granules.
His arse-crack was full of the stuff, and it was lined up his leg and down
his back, as if he'd just been in the sea and then rolled around on the sand.
I spent more time admiring him than I had realised as when I turned back to
the toast that side was done, so I turned them over and got some margarine,
knives and plates.

	"What are we having?"

	"Toast with Vitam-R."

        "Vitam-R? What's tha...Oh, I remember, the stuff from From Drugs to
Sex is it?"

	"That's the one. You'll love it."

        "I'm sure I will. Can I look?" I handed him the jar, and he unscrewed
the lid and took a peek. From the surprised look on his face I guessed he was
expecting something perhaps a bit ... more appetising. He sniffed it and from
the look of revulsion he expressed I was sure my guess was correct.

	"Don't judge a book by its cover; the taste is all-important."

	"I'll take your word for it..."

        "Until you try it," I butted in. "Toast's done!" I spread it with
butter and thick Vitam-R, just how I liked it, and handed it to him.
Apprehensively, he took a bite from the corner, and, as predicted, his face
lit up.

"Mmm --munch-- wow --chomp-- this is --slurp-- almost as good --gulp-- as
--swallow-- cum!" he told me as he gobbled the slice up faster than I could
have done. I laughed, and handed him his other piece. As we both munched in
 silence I looked at his perfect, beautiful, sugar-encrusted body and, just
 as he finished his second slice and me my first I left the other one on the
  work-surface and knelt at his legs. I noticed him reach for my uneaten
  food and has he munched away I got my tongue out and started licking
  away...

I went to it with as much force as I could, as my mouth-muscle got nice and
soft while I licked up and down my lovers leg and tasting the sweet flavour.
I realised that there weren't many nerve-endings in a leg, and thought I
could go to some other part of his anatomy which might excite him a bit more.

I stood up to my full height, and surveyed my work. In front of me was a
naked Patrick Yuh, a white powdery substance coating him all over, with a
section of his left leg glistening with fresh saliva.

"Come on Eyes, what are you waiting for???"

I turned Pat around and pushed his head down, putting him into a prostrating
position. Kneeling down again I placed my tongue on his left arse cheek and
licked with a circular motion taking as much of the sugar as I could from
everywhere that was more visible on his bottom. I got my tongue into his
crack, somewhere less visible, and probed gently, skirting the hole, with
the delicious taste and my lover's scent making me feel brilliant

        When I was satisfied that I had got all the sugar from Pat's
love-hole I pulled away from the sensitive area to survey my handiwork: not
a foot from my eyes was a beautiful rosebud, glistening with saliva and
contracting in time to my lover's moans which tied in with his irregular
breathing.

	"What are you waiting for?" he laughed at me.

	"Just taking a look... I suppose you want me to get back to work?"

        "Oh, do what you like. That was just amaz..." I stopped him in
mid-sentence with some light finger-work: with my right forefinger I started
stroking the bud, just about a centimetre from the actual hole I knew from
experience of playing with myself was a pretty good erogenous zone, and I
circled that area with just a light touch. It provoked an instant gasp from
Pat, followed by a moan and then as I continued a sigh. I thought I was going
about it the right way and decided to carry on with my tongue, licking
gingerly around the zone, and I could detect a slight sweet taste of the
sugar, and his delicious taste taking the majority on my taste buds. I
wanted more, and decided to get Pat wet inside. Just as I pulled away ready
for entry, he said to me,

        "Go furth... oh, you are..." We burst out laughing jointly, we had
discovered when we first met some kind of telepathic link between us in
which we both thought or said or did the same thing at the same time. After
we managed to pull ourselves together I remembered what we were planning on
doing, and plunged in with my tongue, trying to get the whole muscle in. I
tongue-fucked him for about five minutes, going in and out, twisting my pink
licker into places no-one else had. If the groans Pat let out weren't enough
to tell me he was having fun, it felt good to me too, as the sensitive
nerve-endings in my tongue woke up and gave me feelings that were different
from those that came from my cock when it was aroused, but still very
effective in keeping me satisfied. When I thought that Pat was sufficiently
lubed, I pulled out, licked my lips, and walked around so I was facing Pat.
No words were needed, when he had managed to get his breathing more regular
he just went up to his knees, and shuffled forward. His mouth was level with
my dick, and the two connected as if they were made for each other (which
they almost definitely were).

        I thrust my head back as Pat's tongue made first contact with my
sensitive head, a shearing feeling of ecstasy shooting through my body. He
must have tasted something, because he hesitated, as if trying to decide
what it was, then guessed that it was, of course, a load of precum, and he
went down on my whole head, sucking away to drain as much of the
semi-precious liquid from me. The idea and feeling of being sucked into the
one I love was so much I almost came. I couldn't say anything to warn him,
but either instinct or the link kicked in and he wrapped his mouth only over
my head and I thrust into him, spewing out my delicious liquid.

Pat guzzled greedily, sucking down all I had to give him. After about thirty
seconds Pat was sure that I was licked dry, and he pulled of me, caught his
breath, and moved up to kiss me full on the lips. I was drawn into his
beautiful eyes and was still recovering from post-orgasm utopia so I let Pat
take the driving seat with his tongue probing my mouth.


CHAPTER FIVE

After the kiss had spanned the chapter break I pulled off and closed my
eyes, collapsing onto my lover. I pushed him over, so he momentarily lost
balance, but we managed to right ourselves and got into a position with me
sitting on a chair and Pat on my lap. As I stroked his hair, I said,

        "Remember when we said, 'but you know how much I wanna be
together....' in our IRC  chats? Well, now that's all come true..."

        "Mmmmmmmm. I'm sooooo glad it did." We sat there for about ten
minutes, me running my fingers through his hair, him reaching behind and
stroking my back, me necking him, and doing all the things we had wanted to
do for so many long long long months. After a while we just sat there,
enjoying the thought of being together, and every once in a while, as I had
my arms around him, I squeezed gently to make sure it was all real.

        "I love you Isaac." These sweet words coming out of his sweet mouth
in his sweet voice made me feel so happy, a warm feeling inside, something
so overwhelmingly indescribable that, to mine and his surprise, I broke down
crying.

        Pat sensed it instantly, even though he couldn't see me. He turned
round, and looked into my eyes, a worried expression on his face.
"Isaac, what's wrong? What did I do to upset you?"

        His expression seemed so urgent, so scared, that my tears became
more intense. "I'm...just..." I gave up, it was too hard to utter but one
sentence.

	"Isaac? Stop it, you're scaring me!!! What is it?"

        "I love you Patrick," I burst out between sobs. "These are tears of
joy. I am so happy, happier than I ever have been in my entire life. I don't
know what more I could possibly want now I have you. What else is there? I
 just want to sit like this for the rest of my life..."

        I saw Pat start up too, at first just a whimper, then full blown
bawling. I just held his head on my shoulder, and my head on his, and we
whispered sweet nothings into each others ears, words of devotion, pledges of
eternal togetherness, statements of love. As our tears of joy ended, we held
 each other close for another quarter of an hour.

        "I don't think there is anything we could want after this. I don't
want to dwell on how I will feel once I have to go back to America..."

        "Don't. Come on, lets go back upstairs, its getting cold down here."
We cleared up our mess in super-quick time, the many types of food that were
splattered on the worksurface, floor, furniture were all put into one dark
cavern or another...

        After managing to climb back up to my bedroom without waking anyone
up, I was feeling intensely horny again, and by the size and shape of Pat's
cock I was guessing he felt the same. The way he leapt onto my bed in a very
inviting way proved the fact, and I dived on top of him.

        "Hey, wait a second," I exclaimed. "The score is 2-0 to me here! I
wanna have a go at the hard work!" Pat gave me a massive grin and just spread
open his legs, his cock growing to full hardness in a matter of seconds. I
shuffled down and stared at my prize. The person I love's
muscle-made-specifically-for-love was steadying its bouncing not 2 inches
from my nose. Five and a half inches of hard teen cock, with no pubic hair
whatsoever was bad/good enough, but the smell! It was almost indescribable,
 a musky odour that was laced heavily with male pheromones to make the whole
 sensation about three-thousand times better.

        I closed my eyes and dived in for the kill. As I touched the
sensitive head with the tip of my tongue I felt Pat react the same way I had
done not minutes earlier: the whole shaft pulling upwards as if contracted
by a muscular movement, and I could see out of the corner of my eye the head
spasm and finally grow to a size I thought impossible. And all this form
just one touch!

        After a little while of just rolling my tongue around the head and
tasting the sweet precum which formed almost continuously I decided I would
get on with the whole process. I opened my mouth and closed my eyes.
Reaching slowly down with my face I went so far so that I guessed I was just
over the head. I grabbed the shaft with my left hand, and Pat must have not
been watching, as he gasped as if not expecting this. I smiled, as much as
smiling was possible with my mouth over his massive dickhead. After squeezing
a little with my hand, provoking a few gasps from my lover, I quickly closed
my mouth, causing him to take one big breath, followed by a low moan coming
from deep within him...

        I tasted more precum as if I hadn't licked it all out before, and
after gently removing my tongue from his slit I decided to use the same
technique that he did earlier: sucking as hard as I could. First I prepared
my move, then got ready to form a vacuum in my mouth. Suddenly I sucked
inwards heavily, pulling his cock right to the back of my throat! I hadn't
expected this, having wanted only to suck, and I almost gagged. I righted
myself however, but the effect must've been so strong that he smasmed a
couple of times, let out a huge "aaaaaaaaaa," and thrust his hips onto my
face. The excitement of the moment had got my adrenaline pumping so hard
that I hadn't realised what was going on until the last moment, and gurgled
down the white lumpy liquid, some getting stuck to my tonsils. I pulled out
so far as to be only covering his head, and sucked the rest dry, keeping it
in my mouth, savouring the brilliant taste of his love potion. I pulled off
completely, caught my breath, and jumped to my feet and, to a bewildered
Pat's astonishment, pulled him upright and gave him a massive kiss, mingling
his cum back to from whence it came...

        As my tongue probed his mouth I looked into his eyes. They seemed to
be glazed over slightly, not in a way that suggested any sort of
unconsciousness, more of an absolute achievement of something that had been
pressing on the owner's mind for a long while. I ignored the filmy surface,
and just let my entire soul swim in the depths of the brown emptiness. As I
filled it with my warm embrace I also suddenly felt an absolute of some sort
reach me, and I gazed away as I lost all rational thought, my tongue just
staying still, but keeping completely flexible. As my vision stayed focused
on his pupils I noticed, out of the corner of my mind, the film recede from
is cornea, and an awakening seemed to appear. I felt myself drown in the
warm embrace of our bodies, mouths and souls, but I wasn't drowning with the
ending being one of death, I was drowning with the end product being a union
of one and one still making one...

        I felt the euphoric sensation gradually leave my consciousness, and
the two of us lost control and slumped onto my bed. I closed my eyes,
noticing suddenly that I was out of breath, as was Pat, and we were both
breathing very heavily, with sweat glistening of our bodies. Pat resumed the
kiss, pushing my tongue back to its cavern, then following with his own. He
gently stroked throughout my mouth, licking up and down the roof of my
face-hole. As he did this I pulled my duvet over us, and when we were both
comfy, pulled out of the longest kiss we had had so far, and snuggled up
to his chest. I could smell his sweet scent, and as I nuzzled my nose into
his left nipple, I fell slowly into a deep sleep. The last words I heard
before I drifted into the gentle slumber were from my darling, as he whispered
into my ear those most beautiful three words,

	"I love you."


CHAPTER SIX

I woke up again at 5:30, with the dawn chorus managing to come through my
tightly shut windows as it usually manages to. 'Imagine what Dean has to put
up with, out there in the country, I suppose I should consider myself lucky,'
I thought to myself, and then realised exactly what the situation I was in
was. I smiled to myself, raised my head and looked up at my loved one's
sleeping form. His eyes closed, his chest slowly heaving, a small grin on
his lips, Pat looked soooo cute, lying there so vulnerable. A strange force
pulled my lips up to his, and before I knew it we were kissing. He murmure
his comfort, though I was sure he was still asleep. This was enough to send
me back to sleep however, and I rested my head on his shoulder and did just
that.


"OK, um... Jacob, we're just coming," Pat's sweet voice woke me from my
slumber.

	"Let me guess, we have to get up, its late, yes?"

	"Yeah. Does he always do that?"

	"Every bloody day. What is the time?"

	"About 12:20."

        "Wow, that is actually quite late, he's usually here around eleven."
I decided to change the subject slightly. "Sleep well loverboy?"

        "Oooo, perfectly." He leaned over and gave me a kiss. "I had a
strange dream last night..."

	"Mmm?"

        "Yeah, I was dancing, in a dark room, with dark lights. Well, not
exactly dancing, more spinning around." He took a pause, trying to remember
more detail. "I was linked arms with tons of cute guys from my school, um,
we were all only wearing our boxers. There was some really weird mix playing,
some sorta Hip-Hop with Aqua ... influences. We were all sweating, and the
smell really turned me on. And we just kept going faster and faster, until
 your brother started shouting through the door."

        "For some reason that sounds really familiar. Perhaps I've dreamt it
some time, though I can't remember at all. Weird..."

	"Yup, sure is. Anyway, we gonna get up?"

        "Oh, I suppose we could." I pulled to duvet off us in one fell swoop,
and my eyes caught the site of Pat's hairless pubic area, his balls clenched
up to his body, his dick limp over them. I adjusted myself, and just gave
them a huge lick , from the base of the tongue to where the foreskin was
wrapped up in a loose rolled-over form. I jumped up and grabbed my jeans
from the hook.

	"No boxers today darling?" he enquired.

        "Fuck that..." I smiled back, pulled on my blue jeans and an Adidas
T-shirt. And only some blue jeans and an Adidas T-shirt... Pat got out of
his suitcase a lot more: wearing the unmentionable underwear, some black
501s, a white tight T-shirt and a Nike Sweatshirt. Then, to my absolute
(jesting) horror, he got some socks and put them on.

        "Um, are we planning on leaving the house right away?" I gently asked
him.

	"No, why do you say that?"

        "Oh, its just that I detest socks, only ever wear them when using
shoes. Sorry, just an idiosyncrasy of mine...

	"O yeah, I know how much you like bare feet..."

        I smiled to myself and him. We made sure that the cum stains on the
sheet weren't visible and walked downstairs to breakfast. A Sunday, at about
10am, for me, means a cooked breakfast, and as soon as we got down to the
first floor I could smell the mixture of sausages, bacon, eggs, beans, toast,
black pudding, and basically fat in general wafting from the kitchen. I
opened to door and found...

	My Dad just finishing of his plate, and a cooker empty of food.

	"Too late boys, its all gone."

        "You always do this to me Dad," I whined, and turned to Pat, "We'll
just have to make our own," I  half stated, half asked.

        "Bad luck, we're completely out of food. You'll have to either go
without or go and buy your own," he told us before Pat could react. I looked
at him quizzically.

        "Ever since I heard about a Fry-up I've wanted to try one. I wouldn't
mind going down and buying some food, could do with some fresh air." I smiled
to myself, and pointed at our outside thermometer, through the window. He had
a look, and jumped back. "Wow, its only 15( outside! But it's the end of
July!"

        "Yeah," I replied. "It is pretty cold, even for summer, but I can
handle it. You still want to go out for the fresh air?"

	"I can manage! I'll just need a coat..."


We eventually turned out of my house wearing just enough to keep ourselves
warm, provided it got no colder. We realised, of course, that if there was a
possibility of freezing we had a very efficient way of keeping ourselves
warm, albeit an energetic and perhaps private one.

        As we walked the five minute walk to my local Somerfield I asked Pat
what he wanted to do today.

        "Anything, just be with you darling. I'm sure you can think of
something interesting. Anyway, I don't know anything about Bristol except
what you showed me yesterday."

        "OK, I'll think of something. We're here," and I pointed to the back
entrance of the supermarket. We walked down the short staircase and into the
 store. For Sunday morning it was quite packed, but there was still enough
  room to run around the place looking for suitable breakfast items.

	We had been given L10, and between the two of us that could be
turned into a veritable feast, providing my Dad wouldn't 'help' us with it.
We raced around the shop, splitting up and darting through the aisles with
basket each, taking as many things heavily laden in fat as we possibly
could. The old ladies and shop assistants that were there didn't seem too
pleased, and I had been given a few stern looks. I was quite well-known in
that branch, as I had once been accused of shoplifting when I brought my own
 bag to put my purchases in...

        After I had chucked in all the things I thought were necessary, I ran
around the maze of shelves looking for my loved one. I eventually found him
in the canned foods aisle trying to decide whether to buy Somerfield's own
brand Baked Beans or some which had 'special variety' written on them. I
pushed him in the right direction: Beanz Meanz Heinz, or at least that was
my feeling; Pat took some persuasion, but eventually he gave in, saying
that it was my country, and I knew best. Or something.

        After we had made our purchase we still had, for some inexplicable
reason, L3 left. I gave it to Pat, and we browsed Gloucester Road's shops to
see what he might like. Unfortunately, there weren't many open on a Sunday,
but we managed to find something: the music shop which sells Hanson singles
for only L2 was open, and Pat bought Prodigy's "Smack My Bitch Up," as I had
shown him the light when he I put on "The Fat Of The Land," the album of
theirs I owned sometime the day before.

        We walked home a longer way, one which took us down Gloucester Road
a little further so I could show Pat some of the other shops, one of which
was Harvest, the health-food shop where I bought my Vitam-R. We then walked
up a short but big hill that is Belmont Road, and then along Effingham Road
(don't laugh) and back to my house. As I let myself in we were once again
greeted with a smell of food, but this time it was chicken and various
roast vegetables: Mum was cooking lunch. Our shopping trip had been in
vein...


CHAPTER SEVEN

We put the food into the many storage places in our labyrinth-like kitchen
and ate lunch. During the meal my parents and Pat got on very well; they
seemed make a real effort to get along with any friends I brought over, but
as they were always a bit wary of the whole net-friends idea - their
philosophy being that you cannot get to know someone by typing to each
other, even if in a real-time chat - I thought that perhaps they might
react negatively. This cheered me up even more than I had already been so
far that weekend. I'm told I should stand up to them more, and I want to
(they can be a bit strict sometimes) but I never get the nerve to do so.

        Pat and I sat next to each other of course, and we couldn't resist
and cuddled up close, much to the awe of Alice, who was too young at eight
years to understand what a relationship like ours was. My brother looked
happy, as he's always looked up to me (not boasting here, and it does get a
bit annoying sometimes...), and he's mature enough not to be homophobic,
and although he hadn't had any sexual relationships he still understood
somehow what was going on. He's a very deep person, Jacob; Alice I must
admit that I don't know as well because of her age and as we have no
shared interests; but I love Jacob so much as a brother, and even though
I know him very well there are parts to the depth of his personality which
I no nothing about. He is spiritual in a way, but I think he hides that part
of him (to me at least); he comes to my room in the middle of the night
sometimes, looking dazed, and mumbling things about all-sorts of strange
things, for instance once he was going on about 'hearing things from the
other side,' but if you ask him anything about it the day after he wont
remember a bit.

        But anyway, that lunch was one of the most enjoyable meals I've ever
had: my parents weren't arguing; my siblings weren't squabbling; and my
boyfriend had his head rubbing up to my shoulder and (unbeknownst to
everyone else) his foot rubbing against my leg...

        During the meal I decided what we would do that afternoon: The
Exploratory is a hands-on science museum in Bristol; hands-on meaning not
glass cabinets and lots of reading, its specially designed to include lots
of small experiments which you can try out for yourselves. There are always
the usual exhibitions, plus a special one each season. This summer it was a
Computer-based exhibition, and the advertising I'd seen gave me the idea
that it was something celebrating the Computer "age," but I knew nothing
else. When I suggested it to Pat he heartily agreed, saying, "well, its not
as if we know nothing about computers, but I'm sure it'll be interesting if
you say it will be." We left the house at around 2pm, getting on the train at
Montpelier station and riding it into the old dock area of the city, getting
off at Temple Meads Station, the biggest in the city, and walked to the
Exploratory, as it is just outside the station's car-park.

        We climbed the stairs which took you from ground level up to the museum
itself. When you first walk into the building you can tell it used to be a
warehouse (built when Bristol was the biggest port in the country) - stone
walls; bad lighting and very cold - but as soon as you enter the museum
section you could never tell: the ground floor is one giant room (which is
divided into the different sections, though no doors), with the walls
painted pitch black and incredible lighting effects basically making the
whole building look incredibly futuristic, especially if you take into
account the strange noises coming from one end of the room, a mini hot-air
balloon going up and down in the centre, the clicks from the static
electricity experiments and the panel of computers linked up to the internet
which were put in during the Computer exhibition and left as a permanent
part of the giant place.

        However, the Exploratory can be used as something other than just
an 'educational establishment,' and I had spent many a previous trip running
around the whole building in some frnatic game, only to run and hide in the
basement's toilets, or the mini dome which surved as an indoor planiterium,
or the world's biggest acoustic guitar which bears my uncle's signature when
we finally were seen by the few attendants that were employed there. So I
didn't

        We explored the ground floor first: there is another floor above with
a sound exhibition and one which is normally a mixture or experiments but
which changes sometimes into smaller temporary exhibitions, and a basement
which is usually used for school parties, but as it was the holidays it was
likely that there would be a very boring exhibition there instead. Natrurally
we rushed straight to the computers section, which was round a divider
thingy. We stopped before we got there as we had seen something pretty
strange: three rectangular pieces of wood formed into a triangle supported
about three and a half feet from the floor by three wooden struts. I
looked at Pat in confusion, but from the look on his face I guessed that
he'd seen one of these before, and he rushed forward, ducked underneath
and dissappeared; all I could see was his legs, and even they were
obscured by his jeans.

        I ran forward after him and ducked into the triangle made by the
wood. I had to take in a quick intake of breath: I was surrounded by
infinate Pats, seen from every angle, and also infinate Isaacs. My brain
quickely got the idea that I was in the middle of a triangle of mirrors. I
found out which Pat was real by looking under the base of the mirrors at
the legs, which the mirrors didn't reflect, and up from them to the rest of
his body. The mouth was grinning. As I looked around, all the mouths were
grinning. They opened, but sound only came out of the Pat I could touch,

"Mmmm, millions and millions of Eyes..."

"I was gonna say the exact same thing...well, not the exact, the opposite..."
I was met with a slightly confused 'I-thik-I-know-what-you-mean-but-I'm-not
-all-that-certain' look. "Oh, you know what I mean darling. Millions and
millions of Pats...though I only need the one..."

"Aaawwww," he said in his 'aren't-you-the-sweetest' way, and hugged me. We
thought that no-one could see us, but someone must've seen our legs so close
together, as a head popped up form underneath. I only saw it out of the
corner of my eye, and didn't regester it at first, as I was so swept up in
Pat-ness, but something in me recognised the head, and I must've had some
reaction in my arms, as Pat (who couldn't see the head) whispered 'what's
wrong' in my ear. I broke the hug and looked down at the head, and noticed
Pat follow my gaze.

"Isaac? Is that you?"


CHAPTER EIGHT

I looked down at the face peeking out from the rest of the world into the
world of mirrors we were currently inhabiting with instant recognition.

	"Megan? Megan? What are you doing here? I thought you still lived
in London!"

	"Yeah, we are just here for a weekend away. How are you?"

	"I'm brilliant! You? How's life been?"

	"Oh, its alright I s'pose. Aren't you gonna introduce me to your
friend?" I got the feeling she wanted to change the subject pretty
drastically, though I dismissed the thought that she wanted to stop
talking about herself in favour of her wanting to know about Pat, as,
well, not all that many guys our age hug in a mirror triangle --

	"This is for the first time that I'm gay, even though I'd been out
to most people I know (and some I didn't) for about five months. I took
a deep breath, but Pat finished my sentence for me,

	"--his boyfriend." Megan looked slightly taken aback, but not much
as she'd obviously guessed it from the sight she'd seen earlier.

	"You're gay?" she asked specifically of me.

	"Yeah, I guess that seems to be the right word for it -- what about
you? Last time we met was years ago, I didn't know then, and I doubt
you did either--"

	"Oh, I'm straight," she told me, but in a sort of
'of-course-why-is-there-any-need-to-doubt-me' way. "Have been, always
will be, but of course I'm not homophobic."

	"No, I guessed you wouldn't be. So, how long are you staying in
Bristol?"

	"Until tomorrow night, I s'pose we're not really on a holiday;
it's more of an excuse to go see my aunt, the bitch, I can tell you
she's homophobic; Mum and Dad just are calling it a holiday to get
Jacob and me to see her."

	"Why didn't you get you parents to ring Isaac's?" Pat asked,
and I chipped in,

"Yeah, I'd've loved to have you come round, we've not seen you for
about -- five years!"

	"I asked them, but they didn't have you phone number, and
Marianne and Mark (other old friends from when we lived in London)
are in Majorca, so we couldn't ask them."

	"Oh well, you'll have to ask them now, won't you?" Pat said.

	"Yeah, I will, they're somewhere in this nasty great
building." She always hated having to spend time indoors, much
preferring to piss around outside, and I saw that this hadn't changed.

	As we walked around the Exploratory looking for Jacob
(Megan's brother), Alan (her Dad) or Sue (Mum) she told me her 
life had been as normal as most since I'd last seen her at Marianne
and Mark's (and their kids Andrew , who was my age and my best friend
long after we'd moved from London, and brother Charlie): studying for
GCSE's, taken Maths a year early, hadn't moved from the house I knew
her to live in, and so on, and I as I got to know her a bit more I found
that she hadn't changed much, like I noticed Andrew hadn't when I saw
him the beginning of that year, and I got on with her as well as I had
when we lived in the same street and gone to the same school. Pat got
on with her too, and by the time we'd found Jacob and Alan it was as
if nothing had ever changed between her and I.

	As we approached Megan's little brother (age-wise) and little
Dad (size-wise) Megan had just finished telling a joke, to which Pat
laughed damn loudly, and Jacob looked up. His first reaction when he 
looked at me; this lanky redhead boy strolling along next to his sister; 
was of recognition, but the next one brought a grin to his face, and 
although he noticed mine and Pat's linked arms, he didn't see it for 
what it was, and the smile was one of uh-oh-he's-gonna-tickle-me (one 
which I'd long been able to recognise when my own brother Jacob made 
it) and I grinned, remembering the old days when I used Jacob's 
sensitive tickling spots to my own advantage (who wouldn't?). I softly 
dislodged myself from Pat's arm, and ran towards Jacob -- 

	He darted towards the stairwell, and I could tell instantly that 
he knew his way around the place. This movement forced me to run around 
Megan's Dad, and I shouted "Hi Alan!" in his general direction and came 
about to see Pat looking slightly bewildered. Megan said something to 
him, and as I raced past them both I thought I saw a look of recognition 
on Pat's face. I caught sight of Jacob again, and ran to the stairs which 
led to the basement, where I'd seen him disappear down. It was the only 
way to and from that floor, and I knew that he'd cornered himself.

	I raced down the stairwell, and upon reaching the end hesitated: 
there were three possible ways he could have gone, and if I picked the 
wrong one I could end up with him escaping and having the whole Exploratory 
to hide in. I decided pot luck was the only way to find out and ran forward 
to the room which was usually set aside for school parties, and now, in 
summer, would be a one-off exhibition.

	I flung open the double doors and stopped abruptly. The room was 
empty, just lined with benches as it usually was during term-time. I 
looked a bit closer, and saw a red shape under the seats at the far end 
of the room. Grinning, I slowly strode forward, as quietly as I could. 
I lunged at the shape, which I had determined to be a bag, felt around 
it to the wearer's stomach, and tickled with all my worth.

	I pulled Jacob gently out from under the bench and carried on 
tickling, causing him to scream and laugh while writhing about on the 
floor. At the exact same moment that he managed to utter a plea for 
mercy Megan and Pat burst through the door, laughing almost as much 
as my victim was. I let go of him and he immediately dashed behind 
his big sister. She gave him a glance, and said,

	"So, you remember Eyes then?" She turned back to me. "I was 
kinda surprised you managed to keep that name -- anyway I'm starving. 
Let's go to the cafe--?" she said, with the tickling moment forgotten.

	After we had all got a doughnut to eat, we went off to find 
Sue, who was surprised but pleased to see me For some reason we told 
her I was gay she didn't seem at all shocked, but I didn't ask why 
she reacted that way because I was too wrapped up in the immense 
enjoyment I was experiencing; the sort which got me in a good mood 
for days after: the first time I had experienced it was when I got 
pissed for the first time in my life, and had wandered around Bristol 
with my (then) best friends all night. I was told that I had acted 
differently for about half a week after, not because I had been 
pissed, but because I was happy..

Anyway, I told her I'd like to take them all back to our house after 
we'd finished at the Exploratory, so when we left the building (after 
a good three-and-a-half hours of more fun) we all went back into the 
station and cought the train back to Montpelier.


CHAPTER NINE

Mum and Dad were completely overwhelmed to see Alan and Sue again, 
and quickly got into their average boring-middle-class-talking
-with-tea-and-cake which I, Pat and Megan wanted no part of. Our 
parents had decided that they would only stay until eight o'clock, 
as we 'needed an early night for going to the Isle of Wight 
tomorrow,' which gave Megan & co. only an hour and a half of 
time with us. We left the two Jacobs to get to know each other 
again (pefectly innocently), and went upstairs to my room.

I sat down on my bed and suddenly felt a bout of tiredness; the 
last two days had been very exerting, to say the least. I fell 
backwards so I was lying face up on my bed, staring at the ceiling.
I was about to close my eyes when I saw Pat kneel beside me on the 
floor. I turned my head towards him and smiled. He leant forward
and slid his arm under my T-shirt and started rubbing my chest.

Megan coughed. Pat must've forgotten she was there, as he jumped 
slightly and took his hand back to where many people think it belongs.

"Umm--" Megan began, and I cut in.

"Oh, sorry Megan, we -- just can't help it!"

"Should I leave?" She seemed slightly overwhelmed, as if she 
hadn't actually thought of what we would probably get up to 
when left alone.

"No no, please, we just forgot ourselves -- We'll just try our 
best to keep our hands to ourselves--"

We spent the rest of the evening playing Risk, of all things, 
and not even the computerised version! For some strange reason 
I lost, the first time I had ever done so; Pat came second, as 
it was the first time he'd played it, but he had a strange way 
of picking things up first time (and this knack went beyond the 
category of games) while Megan had played it millions of times
and had perfected her strategy to completely kill me, as her
mission card dictated.

Come eight the friendship Pat and I had with Megan had strengthened
a lot, and it was hard saying goodbye to her. Luckily our parents
had agreed to meet up again in the Autumn, so my lover and I said
goodbye and quickly rushed back up to my bedroom. I noticed a hungry
look in Pat's eyes, but he tried hiding it. We told my parents that
we were going to bed as we would have to get up early tomorrow, and
Mum looked naturally suspicious, but luckily said nothing. I pretended
not to see Pat's hungriness, and logged on, which I thought made Pat
seem a bit disappointed.

The usual people were online on Sunday night, and come ten o'clock our
channel had crowded to its limit fifteen people. Pat and I took turns
talking, but both of us using one chair. Everyone seemed to be in a
good mood due to our togetherness: Ryan made a happy comment every two
seconds; Dean stopped feeling slightly guilty; Yoram wanted to be here
more than ever; Dan started feeling jealous; Barn and Owen (who were 
spending two weeks together also) shared our happiness; Chuck said his
thoughts were with us; Evan wasn't cynical; Emma was as cute as ever;
Dave and Laurent felt happy ...

I told everyone where in the Isle of Wight we were staying, and that
anyone could drop in if they liked. Dean_Lee and Barn_Owen both went
off 'to bed' at around ten-thirty, and at the time I was on the 
keyboard while Pat had gone to the toilet. While he wasn't there I 
felt the need to hug a pillow again as we had both been doing those 
past few months, but Pat finally came back upstairs to find me topless, 
my legs crossed, typing away ...

The sight obviously got him aroused as he sped over to me, put both feet
on the floor and opened my legs. I was just typing something to Emma about
how well my Mum was reacting to my being with Pat when Pat himself got me
completely by surprise as he managed to undo my JBJs: pulling them off and
immediately looking stunned: he had forgotten I was without boxers!

He shook his head to wake himself up again and just buried his head in my
pubic area. I wanted to be able to devote myself entirely to my love, and
told everyone exactly what was going on. They all told me to bugger off
and give all my energies to Pat, so I logged off and looked at him. He
raised his head so his chin was resting just under the sensitive head
of my dick.

I stood up, taking him with me, and pulled off his T-shirt, jeans, boxers
and socks. We were both only wearing one thing on our bodies, something
given to us to remind us of each other.

I held up the arm with his on, and held up my arm with mine on. I pressed
them together, two items symbolising our love touching for the first time.

I pulled him over to my bed and laid him face up with his head on the pillow,
and got myself on my knees next to him, looking him over. I lowered my mouth
to his nipples, and put my hand on his cock to give it the stimulation
needed, so he could grab onto the bed.

My tongue rubbed around his right nipple: I first went round and round
the outside, then further towards the centre, and in more, until I was
just bouncing off the tip. I opened wide and let his entire nipple into 
my mouth, while wanking him with my left hand, which reached across my
hard cock. My right hand rubbed around and around his other nipple while
I continued sucking his right one as the rubbing hand went down his body.
I stroked his chest, and then went through his abs into his pubic region.
As I touched the base of his cock I stroked higher up his body again. I
kept wanking him but took my stroking hand off, and moved my mouth to
over his stomach. I got out my tongue and just licked up and down, up
and down, and I could taste the sweat there, through the ripples of
stomach muscles, and taste all the bellybutton materials. I suck hard 
on that for about 10 more seconds, then get a bit fed up and moved
to something else which is hard and I intended on sucking very hard ...

I placed his legs apart and sucked his left bollock into my mouth;
I placed my mouth next to it so the two warm sensitive membranes were
almost touching and sucked in the air around it so it half-fell,
half-flew into my mouth. I sucked gently, but pulled on it enough
to give Pat immense pleasure.

I let the bollock out and straightened myself up, bashing my head on
the ceiling gently, and fell onto him lightly. With my hardon pressing
into his I humped him and buried my head into his shoulder. I smelt the
strong scent of Pat as my hips gradually speeded up to the point where
they were pretty much grinding into him and while I was circling around
both of us emitted high squeaky noises ...

I turned around into a 69 position but with my pubic area lying on his
chest instead of his mouth and he smelt the pheromones given off
directly by my penis and balls. I ran the top set of my teeth from
the base to just below the tip on the underside of his cock before
letting go, taking a deep breath, and planting my whole mouth on him.
The smell of my whole body, especially that coming from my cumming
area, and the feeling of my body lying on top of his in such a loving
but erotic way was good/bad enough, but me putting his head inside my
mouth made him take a sharp intake of breath.

I started to suck wildly on his slit, but still with his head still
in my mouth, and couldn't resist but to start to gently rub my cock
against him chest. As I ground into his breastplate I managed to get
a hand under his head and stroked with my forefinger. While sucking
him my forefinger turned into a whole hand, and I grabbed onto his
cock length which easily fitted into my fist, giving him the sensation
of being completely covered by my mouth, but still with his sensitive
head getting the most attention. I ran my tongue up and down his slit, 
and while doing this leaked a small bit of precum onto his chest, the
exact same second he came.

"Ooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh--" He exclaimed as his head lay back
onto my pillow ...

I continued sucking as much of the seed out of him as I could, and
the moment I had got it all out of his love-tube I slithered up the
bed and turned to face him. We lay on our sides and gazed into each
others eyes. I gently moved my head towards him as he did the same,
and had a kiss like you see in the movies: completely natural, and
with no 'planning' - just something I wished I had been able to do
for so long. I couldn't remember anything after that, so I probably
fell asleep with my lips on the person-who-I-loved-more-than-anything
-else-in-the-world's.


CHAPTER TEN

"--oday's Better Music Mix--[beeb-beeb]--GWRfm--the Morning Crew..
Howard Elise and Joe!..Howard Elise and Joe!..Howard..Elise..and Joe--"

	We groaned together. I opened my eyes to find myself lying on
Pat's beautiful asian chest; the pillow I had used the previous night.

	"What the hell?"

	"Ah shit, I didn't turn off my alarm, it's 7:30!"

	He sat up, I fell off him, and he looked at me. I shrunk in mock
apology.

"I'm sorry darling, I'm just not used to not going to school. Oh well,
we really should be getting up - the train leaves Temple Meads at 9:30
so we have to get to Montpelier by, oh, I'd say about 9:15?"

"That's almost two hours!" He grabbed the pillow he used and threw it
at my chest. I pulled it off and looked up to take aim and faltered.
Pat had got out of bed, his naked body walking around my room trying
to wake up. I just stared ...

He noticed my lack of action and smiled at me. I just smiled back and
reached over to find the Power button for my stereo, but unfortunately
my mind was preocupied with other things (namely Pat's arse) and
misjudged the distance: I fell arse-over-bollocks onto the floor,
narrowly missing whacking my bad knee on the bed.

	I looked up to see Pat with a grin on his face. I was uninjured so
I dived at his feet, which were right by my face, and used his legs to
pull myself up. As I managed this Pat managed to squirm around, but luckily
I hung on: he ended up only turning around, and just stood there looking
around at me. My face was almost hugging his legs, and when the got to the
top of them I obviousely stopped - right in front of me was a long crack
of Pat's arse. I plunged my face into him and breathed in.

	Pat moaned. We hardened. Dad called up the stairs.

	"What the hell are you doing??? You just woke the whole house up!!!"
My heart lurched - I thought he was referring to Pat's moan; was it louder
than I thought? "I'm glad you finally turned the radio off. You'd better
get up now, we're going soon!"

	I breathed a sigh of relief (I had already pulled my face out to
'normal' air) - the radio was the thing which was louder than I thought.

	"OK, OK, OK, we're coming down! Sorry!"

	A noisy Hmph floated up the stairs. I stood up to my full height
and told Pat I was going to have a shower. He smiled - he was obviously
extra-horny that morning - but we wouldn't make the train if we spent
too long there, and we obviousley wouldn't be out in a short space of
time. I got some clothes together, including boxers (British trains
rattle and bump all over the place), put on my dressing gown and
walked downstairs. I could feel Pat's eyes boring into me as I walked
out of the door, but I left him to get himself up a bit more.

	As I showered I thought through the plans for the journey - Pat
and I were 'escorting' Jacob and his friend Dash by train as there
wasn't enough room in the car for seven people, so only Mum, Dad and
Alice were going that way. We would change at Temple Meads to a train
which would run all the way to Fishguard, the town on the south coast
from where the ferry left to Yarmouth, the town where we were staying
in the Isle of Wight. We would then just walk to the Mill. All the
tickets were sorted out and on the hall table; luckily my parents are
much more organised than I am ...

	Also at the Mill staying with us were a few other families in our
half (the larger one) and also there were those in the other (smaller)
half to think about. Each time we'd been before the people in our half
always ganged up against those in the other one, it was like a tradition
that the Fisher family (who were on our half, good friends of my parents)
and I recruited everyone to. Unfortunately last time there were no
under-20, over-8 year old people next door, so we had two weeks of
peace, to the relief of all parents.

	I knew that, apart from me, Pat, Jacob, Dash and Alice other
under-20, over-8s were the two Fisher daughters, Kate, 13 and Dora
(who we all suspect of wanting to be a boy - definate penis-envy thingy),
10, from Bath, and a friend of Alice's. Also joining us for the first
three days were another friend of our family, and the last part of the
week would be my aunt, uncle, and 2 cousins Helen - 13 - and Robert
- 9 and immature - and my mad aunt Jo and uncle Tim, and another Aunt
and Uncle, Becky and Johan (from sweden) and their baby Monica.

	Bedrooms would be fought over upon arrival ...



Mum, Dad and Alice left at around 9 o'clock, which was the same time
Dash arrived. His mum Janie got all huggie and kissie about him
going, as she always did, but Jacob was his usual good-natured self
about it. We hauled our bags down the streets to Montpelier, and sat
on the platform (no seats of course) waiting for the train, which
was already late.

	We got to Temple Meads at 9:28 exactly, and luckily I knew the
platform we wanted, so we just jumped on the train, panting and
sweating, just as it was about to set off. I flopped into a seat
after Pat, yawned, and lay my head on his shoulder.

	Dash reminds me of a younger version of Zac from Dean's
stories - lovable but annoying at times, and can't sit still or
stop talking. It winds me up to hell, but I've managed to live with
it recently. He jumped up as soon as he sat down,

	"Awwwww, Jake, look at that GT!" he exclaimed to my brother
while staring longinly out of the window at a nearby bike.

	"Wooooo, it's got V-Brakes," Jacob joined in. "With front and
rear suspension! Wow--"

	My brother and his friends are mountain bike fanatics. As Dash
got out his copy of Mountain Biking UK that he'd brought with him I
looked up at Pat to see he shared my resignation. We moved to the seats 
on the other side of the carriage so that the boys' moans as the train
pulled away from the mud-clad bike and left the station were slightly
dimmed.

	Luckily the train we had caught was one of those express ones -
only stopped at a few stations along the way, so we'd only have to
wait at Bath Spa, Salisbury and some station near Southampton before
getting to Lymington and getting on the Ferry. The train had a buffet
service at the far end, and of course Dash was pestering me to let
him get some food before we had even reached Bath.

	"Alright, alright, go go go" I screamed at them, shaking my
head as they jumped through the doors into the next carriage."

	"You know I really would like to go to sleep darling," my sweet
lover told me. "Do you mind--?"

	"No, no, it's my fault that you're tired, should've turned off
the alarm. Shall we move, are those two too noisy?"

	"It's okay, I'm sure I can find somewhere where there's less
noise," and with that he dive bombed his head onto my lap, adjusting
the rest of his body so he was comfortable. I tried to hold my surprise
in, as at that moment Dash and Jacob re-emerged from the carriage to
only rush down to the other end, with Dash shouting,

	"What are you doing, making us go the wrong way?" at me. "You're
sooo siiiilly--"

	I just smiled and relaxed into a journey which was to consis
 mostly of stroking Pat's hair to help him sleep ...

---

Here ends chapter 10. I'm going to give Love Over Vast Expanses a break
for a while. It'll continue in a while, but for now I'm working on another
story, called The New Home. It is based on the PC game 'Sid Meier's Alpha
Centauri,' which is to be released by christmas of 1998. It features, so
far, a 14-year-old boy coming to terms with his sexuality in one of the
Factions of Alpha Centauri, where it is suppressed, and meeting other
people 'the same' from his and other factions. I don't know exactly how
the story will develop or end, but I have a vague idea. I promise that I
will finish Love Over Vast Expanses sometime, but perhaps not even for a
year or so ... though I really have no idea.

	Thank you for reading Love Over Vast Expanses. I hope you have
enjoyed it so far ...