Date: Wed, 23 Apr 2008 15:58:26 +0000
From: Xenophon . <xenophon66@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Silver Lining, part 3

Silver Lining
by
Xenophon

Disclaimer: This story involves homosexual acts between two under-age
boys. If this offends you, or is illegal for you to view, or you are too
young to read it, leave now and do not return.

This story is entirely fictitious, and any similarity to persons living or
dead, or to actual events is entirely coincidental. So there.

If you like this story, please check out my other story "They reach the
sky" in the gay/young-friends section, last posted 30th March '08.

Apologies that this took slightly longer to fine-tune and submit than I'd
hoped- I was less happy with a few bits than I wanted to be, and had to
rewrite them.

Thank you to all those who have sent their comments, feedback and
encouragement on parts 1&2. I've been nearly overwhelmed by the amount of
kind words I have been sent. They mean a great deal, and I really
appreciate them- every single one.



Chapter 5

"There's a place where everyone can be happy. It's the most beautiful place
in the whole fucking world. And you know, I wish that I could go
there. It's a road that I have not found, and I wish you the best of luck
dear." GG



I awoke early, as usual. It was still dark outside. For the first time, I
knew where I was straight away. There was a brief twinge of pain over that,
but it was gone almost as soon as it began when I noticed who was with
me. My arms were draped limply over Ben's naked back, his front pressed
against me. He was breathing softly through his nose, occasionally making a
quiet snuffling noise. His glossy black hair was tousled from sleep, and he
looked totally at peace. He was exquisite. For once I had no urge to get up
and work the sleep from my body with exertion. I only wanted to stay right
there, my arms wrapped around the angel in bed with me. I gently caressed
the soft skin of his back, and watched him sleep. After a while, his eyes
fluttered open. He looked up at me and smiled contentedly, then promptly
yawned and stretched.

"Good morning sleeping beauty," I said. He finished his yawning and kissed
me softly.

"Yes, it is. Because you're here," he said. I kissed him back.

"Thank you for last night Ben," I said. "That was really special. I meant
it before- I love you."

"I liked it too David. And I meant it too- I'm in love with you. I think I
have been since I first saw you."

I kissed him yet again, this time our mouths opening and our tongues going
to work on each other. I pulled him on top of me, my hands stroking his
round bottom. I began to kiss down his neck, kissing across his shoulder. I
slipped from under him. He looked at me in confusion, thinking I was
leaving the bed and our embrace. I smiled at him in reassurance.

"Lay there- you'll like this," I said, and he lay down on his front,
looking over one shoulder at me.

I kissed down his spine, and he arched his back slightly, a smile on his
face. I ran my hands over his flanks and hips as I worked down. As I neared
the top of his crack, I moved my hands to his buttocks. His creamy bubble
butt was right in my face. I gently parted his cheeks slightly and dived my
tongue into his crack. I knew he would be clean, having showered with him
the night before, but I didn't expect the incredible taste of musk and
masculinity I found there. It drove me wild, and I ran my tongue up and
down his crack with gusto. He clasped the bedsheet and stiffened more,
clenching his arse cheeks, giving them dimples. I found his precious pucker
and began to lick around the wrinkled orifice, his most private place. I
reached one hand underneath him and began to masturbate him slowly, using
the scant precum he produced as lube for his circumcised glans. I tongued
his hole more strongly, stiffening my tongue and pressing gently but
firmly, trying to gain entry to his very core. At first he resisted, but
then his sphincter relaxed and my tongue slipped into his hot rectum,
tasting his insides for the first time. I licked in and out, pressing ever
harder into his anus with my tongue and into his soft buttocks with my
face. I increased the pace of my ministrations of his cock, and he moaned
quite loudly. I worried slightly he might have been overheard, but ignored
the thought and carried on. I wanked and tongue-fucked him for about five
minutes when I felt him stiffen more under me, and saw his back arch and
his toes curl. I quickly rolled him onto his back, replacing my hand on his
cock with my mouth and tongue and plunged my middle finger into his
slightly loosened arsehole. I quickly found his young prostate and massaged
it. Almost as soon as I touched it, he arched fully off the bed, every
muscle in his body contracting as a massive orgasm overtook his pale
body. I felt his cock expand in my mouth and tasted his watery cum on my
tongue. His sphincter gripped my finger so hard I thought he would break
it. He flopped back to the bed, totally spent, and I let his softening cock
fall from my mouth. I swirled his delicious seed around my mouth before
swallowing it. I began to withdraw my finger from his behind.

"No!" he insisted. "Leave it there. Just a bit longer."

He put his hands under my arms and pulled me up his body. Keeping my finger
planted in his hole took some contortion, but I managed somehow. He kissed
me softly, tenderly- his lust gone, just expressing the warmth in his
heart.

"That was so good!" he said. "I thought you licking my bum would be nasty,
but that felt so good! That was even better than last night!"

"Glad you liked it, my sweet," I said. "Nothing says 'I love you' like a
good rimming."

"Is that what that's called?" he asked. I nodded. "I know you love me,
David. You don't have to prove it."

"Hey, I enjoyed it too! It wasn't totally selfless," I said. I would be
tasting him all day, and I never wanted to lose that taste from my
tongue. His sweat, his musk, his arse and his semen. The cocktail was
surely the nectar of the gods.

"Well, that's alright then!" he said, and kissed me again.

He pushed me up from him, grunting as my finger finally slipping from his
anus, and slid down the bed until my knees were in his armpits any the head
of my leaking cock inches from his lips. My foreskin was retracted
completely, and I could feel my heart hammering in my chest at a phenomenal
rate in anticipation of what was to come. I wouldn't last long, I
suspected.

He leaned his head forward and sucked my glans into his mouth. I began
moaning softly as he bobbed his head in short thrusts on my cock. I ran my
left hand through his silky black hair, and reached behind me for his penis
with my right. He was hard again, and I began jacking him off quickly. I
tried to think of anything but the pleasure coursing through my veins from
the warmth and wetness of his mouth bobbing on my prick. Even so, I quickly
found my orgasm approaching. I warned him, and began to withdraw, but he
grabbed my buttocks hard and sucked harder, his head bobbing as fast as he
could make it. I grunted and came hard. He took most of my load, but had to
pull his mouth away for the last two shots. They hit him in the hair and on
his nose. As soon as I recovered, I turned around and plunged onto his
cock, running my tongue around the rim of his helmet. He took less than
thirty seconds to feed me my second dose of his sweet juice of the
morning. As I let his cock slip from my lips, I felt him spread my arse
cheeks and lick briefly at my hole. I looked over my shoulder at him.

"You don't have to do that if you don't want Ben. I know you love me too,
you don't have to show me," I said, echoing his words of before.

"I want to try it," he said, tonguing my hole to prove it. I gasped and
moaned as the tip of his tongue slipped into my anus, but pulled away from
him and turned to face him.

"If you really want to, then great- any time you want. But let's wait till
this evening, OK? I need more time to recover than you, that's all," I
said. I was totally spent, and a second orgasm would take much longer to
achieve, and we needed to get up soon. He nodded, and pulled me against
him. We bathed in each other's post-orgasmic glow. I wanted to stay like
that for the rest of my life, never letting him from my arms, a feeling of
total peace consuming me.

Inevitably, the alarm clock buzzed and we had to get up. Habit overtook me
and I dropped to the floor for my usual morning exercise routine. Ben
looked at me, his eyes sweeping over my bare back and buttocks as I did
press-ups on our floor.

"Why do you always do that in the morning?" he asked.

"I used to take ages to properly wake up in the mornings. Dad said he was
the same when he was a teenager, and that he used to go for a run to wake
him up. He didn't like the idea of me running around London alone first
thing in the morning, so he did exercise with me like this. It works- I'm
awake already," I panted, not stopping my press-ups as I spoke. I then
switched to sit-ups.

"You miss him still, don't you?" he asked. I nearly lost it at that, but
speeded up until the flash of fresh grief passed. I paused, trying to rein
in the feeling of loss.

"Every day. Mum too." I carried on my sit-ups, blacking out my grief. Ben
yawned, looking slightly sleep-addled still. "You could try it. Might
help."

"Thanks, maybe tomorrow." He went into the bathroom to brush his teeth and
wash. I finished just as he came back in, and went to prepare myself for
the day ahead. Before jumping in the shower, I scanned my cheeks and lip
for any fuzz. I had some sparse stubble, but decided it wasn't worth the
effort of shaving. When I had showered and we were both dressed and packed
for the day ahead, we went downstairs. I had first made sure both our
night-time boxers were in the laundry basket- it would raise more than
eyebrows if both our boxers were found in Ben's bed- and ruffled my duvet
to make it look like I had slept in my own bed.

There was a note on the kitchen table.

"Morning boys. Stephanie needed me to run a clean uniform in to her at the
hospital before work- she couldn't get the day off, NHS cuts or something-
so I've left early. Notes if you need to get a homework extension are on
the table. The girls should be back when you get home from school, but if
they get held up they'll leave a message on your mobile, David. Have a good
day boys- I'm proud of both of you. Love John. XXX"

We shrugged, pocketed the redundant "Get out of homework free" notes and
ate breakfast. We left for school. We talked on the way in, agreeing to
meet in the school canteen for lunch so Ben could take me to the music
rooms for my choir audition. We split up at the school gates, winking at
each other to compensate for what we couldn't say in public. He went over
to some of his mates. I spotted Alex, Jason and Daniel in the playground
and went over to them. There was still about ten minutes to go till the
bell.

"Mornin' lads," I said. They all said hello.

"Who's the runt?" Alex asked, nodding in Ben's direction.

"You're a fine one to talk!" I said, regretting it instantly as he looked
away awkwardly. Still, he had been nasty about Ben, and that needed a
comeback of some kind. "Sorry Alex, that was harsh. That's Ben, my
guardians' son. My room-mate. He's OK."

So I played him down- I was in love with him and he was definitely more
than OK, but only Alex knew my sexual orientation and even he didn't know
about Ben, so I felt it might be an idea to underplay things for now.

"That must suck- I have to share a room with two little brothers. It's
hell!" said Daniel.

"How old?" I asked.

"Seven and nine."

"He's twelve- it's a bit different. And I've only met him recently, not
like I had to put up with his annoying infancy or anything. He supports
Chelsea, which is his only real down-side so far," I said. Jason and Daniel
both groaned, Alex looked like he couldn't care less.

"Who are you?" asked Jason.

"Cardiff City." There were laughs and howls of derision from the football
fans. "You?" I asked.

"Tottenham," said Daniel.

"Arsenal," said Jason.

"And you guys are friends?" I said, as the two teams are fierce, hated
rivals of each other. The three of us laughed. Alex looked lost. "Sorry,
mate," I said to him. "No more football talk." He perked up.

Mouse arrived a minute later (he turned out to be a Hibernian fan) and we
talked over who had what classes today. It seemed like at least two of the
four would be in any given classes with me, although only the three
sciences and English included all of us. Martin was nowhere to be seen when
the bell finally went and let us in out of the freezing cold. Jason and
Mouse went to their form room, Daniel, Alex and I to ours. Daniel moved
from his usual seat in the corner of our room to sit with me and Alex at
the front. Brian-known-as-Wayne came up behind me when he came in and
clapped me on the shoulder.

"Heard about you and Malfoy yesterday, David. Nice work! Welcome to
Bumble's form. You're one of us now," he said loudly. Maybe I had misjudged
him. Maybe he was an OK guy. Wonders never ceasing, he turned to Alex. "I
might've been out of order yesterday. Anyone who's OK in his books-" he
said, jerking a thumb at me- "must be alright. So, sorry. I'll lay off you
now." He offered a hand to Alex.

Alex looked at the hand like he expected it to hit him or something, and
scanned Wayne's face for any hint of a trick. Apparently he found none, and
took his hand limply. Wayne pumped Alex's hand firmly and grinned.

"Here he comes, the Bumble himself!" he whispered, before going to his seat
at the back of the class. Mr Andrews was just about to come through the
door when Martin sprinted in, obviously out of breath. He collapsed into
the empty seat next to me, just avoiding being late by the skin of his
teeth.

"Made it!" he puffed.

"Just, Mr Leamy, just- perhaps we could be a little earlier tomorrow, hmm?
Don't want any more late marks, do we?" said the plump teacher.

"Yes sir, no sir," said Martin. He whispered to me- "Overslept. Can't get
out of bed when it's dark, for some reason."

"Is that why the bottom of your shirt is poking out through your flies?" I
whispered back. He blushed dark red, jerking his hands to his crotch and
tucking away the offending cotton and zipping up. I grinned at him.

"Thank God that's all that was poking out- I didn't have any clean
underwear this morning, so I'm... well..."

"Going commando?" I supplied. He nodded. I stifled a laugh.

After the register, we had an assembly for the whole school. Several
hundred boys filed into the large hall to listen to a boring list of
messages from the head, Mr Hughes, before singing a dire hymn with all the
enthusiasm of a turkey for Christmas. The rest of the morning passed
without incident, as I settled into some more classes and found I was
generally not far behind or ahead in anything. The group of six met up in
The Alley (as it became known) for a fag at morning break, although only
Alex, Martin and me actually smoked- the others were there for moral
support and camaraderie rather than nicotine. We made jokes and laughed. It
was all disturbingly familiar- this felt exactly like hanging around with
my friends from my old school. Guiltily, I realised I needed to phone some
of them and make contact, or I'd lose them.

At lunch, Martin and Alex went down the cafe. Jason, Daniel and Mouse came
with me to the school cafeteria, bemoaning poor cash flow. I spotted Ben
sitting with some other year 7 boys. When my friends and I had got lunch, I
marched straight over to his table and sat down. The others followed,
wondering why I was sitting with the younger kids, but came anyway. The
younger boys all looked at me with terror in their faces, like I was going
to rob them or something. I was starving and shovelled food into my mouth.

"How was the morning, awright?" I said around a mouthful of turkey
twizzler.

"Fine thanks," said Ben. "Oh, sorry, this is David. He lives with us now,"
he informed his friends. "He's cool." The boys visibly relaxed. One I saw
was very short, but looked already very adolescent and was bulky- not fat,
just broad.

"Guys, this is Ben, Ben, this is Daniel, Jason and Mouse," I said, pointing
each one out.

"Mouse? You're called Mouse?" said the stocky year 7 boy, in a piping
Scottish accent. That was too coincidental.

"Repeat that at home and I'll set fire to your bed. With you in it," said
Mouse. "This little twerp is my brother, Ross. Why'd you wanna hang around
with him?" he said to Ben. "Wasn't anyone else free? A cobra? An
axe-wielding maniac?"

We all laughed- all except Ross, who looked daggers at his sibling.

I finished lunch in seconds, then looked at the clock- I had five minutes
to get to my audition.

"Sorry to love you and leave you boys, but I gotta run. Choir audition with
Bumble," I announced.

"You? Choir?" said Jason, incredulous.

"Welsh!" I said in answer. He held his hands up in defeat. "None of you in
the choir?" I asked. I was met with deafening silence. One of Ben's friends
put his hand up timidly. I shrugged. "Your loss. See you later, lads."

Ben and I got up and put our trays in the rack to be taken away and he led
me to the music rooms at the side of the school, overlooking the cricket
pitch. Ben led me to the office just inside the double doors to the
department.

"Good luck," he said. "You won't need it."

With a radiant smile and a lingering glance, he sat down in a chair outside
the office to wait for me. I knocked on the door.

"Hmmm? What? Oh, come in!" came from inside. I opened the door.

"I'm here for my audition, sir," I said to Mr Andrews who sat hunched over
a score sitting on his desk. I noticed two other teachers in the room, who
ignored the intrusion.

"Oh, of course, Mr Jones. Capital! One second- where is it? Oh yes, here we
go," he said, grabbing a couple of music parts from the chaos of his desk
and getting up. He led me out of the office and into a practice room around
the corner. He didn't even notice Ben as we walked past him. The stunning
young man gave me a double thumbs-up.

"Now, David," said Mr Andrews, shutting the door behind us. "Care to sing
me something? Anything. Just so I get an idea of your voice on something
you know."

I racked my brain to find a suitable piece. I did the occasional solo, but
hadn't done any for a while. I then remembered something I did about a year
before, and quickly checked I still knew all the words and notes. I sang
him the bass solo that opens the 'Tuba mirum' from Mozart's Requiem. I
surprised myself- I sang it better than I had last time. My voice was more
settled, I supposed.

"Excellent! You have a nice voice, Mr Jones, and some good musical
interpretation for one so young." I neglected to tell him I was just
copying the recording I had of the piece. "Now, with many younger, less
experienced boys in the choir, I often have little time to spend teaching
the older boys the notes, so sight-singing is useful- don't worry if you
struggle, I can always cover problems when we rehearse with just the older
gents- but try this out," he said, handing me a part. "We're performing
this in the Easter concert."

I looked at the cover. It was Faure's 'Cantique de Jean Racine', the piece
that made me cry when I heard it on moving day. I remembered my previous
reaction to it, and felt nervous. Then I remembered it was hearing the
sadness of the piece, not the actual notes that set me off, and
relaxed. Little did Mr Andrews know that I knew the piece backwards, and
could show off.

"I'll play you in for four bars first, shall I?" he said, turning to the
piano. He played very nicely, and I began singing. He let me continue until
the first time the choir paused then stopped. "Excellent! Capital! Very
good, Mr Jones. Your pronunciation was excellent. Speak French?" I shook my
head. "Oh, even better then. Hang on a tick- you've sung this before,
haven't you?" he asked. He took his sweet time, but he got there in the
end.

"Three times, sir. Once as a treble, once as an alto, once as a bass."

"Oh, well then, you'll have an easy time with this. You're in, David, don't
worry about that, but I still need to check your sight-singing. Have you
sung this?" he asked, holding up a thicker piece called "Messe de Minuit"
by a composer I didn't know called Marc-Antoine Charpentier. I shook my
head. "Oh, good. Have a moment to look at the Kyrie, then I'll give you
four bars in then on you go. OK?"

I nodded and quickly scanned the music. It didn't look too hard. I could
hear scraps of the bass part in my head as I looked at it, and it sounded
quite nice. He began to play, and I joined in with my part. I made the
occasional mistake but generally coped fairly well with it, I thought. It
was nice. He stopped playing mid-phrase.

"Thank you Mr Jones, you're a welcome addition to the choir. Remember-
Wednesday lunchtimes at 1.30, Thursdays after school at 4.15- gives you 15
minutes to get a drink and use the lavatory. I do expect you at all
rehearsals if you plan to sing with us. Any problems with that?" I shook my
head. "See you for registration at 2.30 then, David. Anything non-music
related you want to talk about?"

I thought for a moment. He probably should know about Anna, just in case
things didn't pan out as smoothly as they should later tonight. I explained
the situation, and he nodded and looked sympathetic (if in his bumbling
way). Then we were done. He led me back to the office. This time he noticed
Ben.

"Something I can do for you, Ben? Always a pleasure to see you naturally,
but your section rehearsals are Friday, aren't they?" he asked.

"Yes sir, I just was showing David where the office was and waiting to see
how it went," he said, smiling at the eccentric but pleasant teacher.

"Oh, it went very well- soloist material, is this young man. Well, I'll see
you two tomorrow, and you later, David." He went into his office, and Ben
high-fived me.

The afternoon of double chemistry was tedious but uneventful. I met Ben at
the school gates, and we walked home. As we got in, Anna came up to us,
showing us the fluorescent pink cast on her left arm. If she was upset by
her traumatic experience she hid it well. Stephanie was another matter- she
barely let the mite out of her sight all evening, and helped her with any
and everything, as if she was incapacitated rather than injured. Ben and I
did our homework and the whole household ate dinner together. Ben gushed
over how well my audition had gone, and told John how one of his friends'
brother was my friend too now. John looked pleased that I had made friends
already, and said so when we sneaked out for an after-dinner cigarette.

Over the next few days, the patterns of my time in the house so far (not
counting the Anna crisis) coalesced into a routine, something which helped
me settle no end. Ben and I would turn in together, even though his bedtime
was really too early for him and ridiculous for me. We would inevitably end
up in the same bed, and either mutually masturbate or have oral sex at
least once. Mostly we would sixty-nine or I would perform anilingus on him
and then we would sixty-nine. I felt myself falling deeper under his spell
every time we were in the same room, and he burned himself into my soul
every time we made love in whatever manner. In the remaining three days of
the week, I only had one weeping storm before sleep, which Ben cuddled me
through quicker than before. I considered that progress, although the grief
was still prominent in my mind most of the time.

In the mornings, I would wake about an hour before the alarm, cradle Ben
until he awoke, when we would again make love- usually a simple but
fabulous sixty-nine. He would occasionally give my arsehole a brief lick,
but didn't go fully into rimming yet. I longed for him to pleasure my most
tender orifice with his agile tongue, but knew he wasn't ready yet, and
kept quiet. I could wait for as long as he needed, even if that turned out
to be decades. After sex, we would exercise naked together. Ben found it
did help him wake up, and while he struggled to keep up with me, he was a
fit lad and did well. We would shower together, washing each other and
kissing frequently. We would walk to school together and separate at the
gate, going to our own groups of friends. Martin would usually be late or
avoid lateness by the skin of his teeth. There were no more fly or
underwear related incidents, thankfully for him. Whichever of the sextet
were in classes with me and Alex would sit with us, and we would go to The
Alley at breaks and lunch when I didn't have a rehearsal to smoke or
banter.

There was a practice rugby match against the year 9 XV before lunch on
Wednesday, and I began to fit into the team, linking up with team-mates and
getting stuck into any ruck that developed, never letting us get turned
over. Naturally, with a year's extra growth, we battered the younger
team. It felt good to be in a proper scrum again. I went to my
tenor-and-bass rehearsal at lunchtime, and found that they were a fairly
good bunch, both musically and as guys. Most were older than me- two were
in my year and two younger out of the group of about twenty. They weren't
as good as the choir at my last school, but were better than I expected. Mr
Andrews may deserve the nickname Bumble but he was a good choirmaster,
clear in his instructions and good at hearing people's mistakes and gently
helping them correct them. The full rehearsal on Thursday after school went
similarly well, and a few of the older boys were impressed with my singing
of the Cantique- even after I told them how well I knew it. Whenever Bumble
stopped to work with just the basses briefly, I could feel Ben's eyes
across the rehearsal room on my face. I would glance at him and smile, and
our looks were knowing. I had to concentrate very hard to avoid getting
hard every time, as just the sight of him brought visions of him writhing
under me as I rimmed him or of his head bobbing up and down my cock.

In between the rehearsals, on Wednesday after school, Ben played for his
year's second string rugby team. Apparently he had impressed sufficiently
in practice earlier in the week to make the team- albeit the inferior
side. He played at inside centre, and his handling skills had clearly
benefited from our impromptu training session at the weekend, as he gave a
good account of himself. His team lost narrowly, and poor Ben was actually
at fault for the winning try, as he failed to tackle the ball carrier
properly and he was able to pass before he was grounded. I made a mental
note to help him with that at some point, if the coach didn't first.

I found myself liking the other boys in our little group more as the week
passed. Mouse was the heart of the group, always looking out for his
friends. His big muscle bulk for his age and skinhead belied the gentleness
of his soul. He confessed to me he was dating a girl at a local school, but
hadn't told anyone else in the group. I confessed in return I was gay, to
which he reacted with a shrug and a "so what?". We became fast
friends. Martin was the ringleader, guiding the conversations and banter
and making us all laugh with his quick wit. I found out he loathed sport
most of the time, but rugby was in his blood. He was like me in the sense
that he generally felt English but when rugby came along, he was Irish
through and through- a Munster fan, his family being from Kerry. I think he
was straight from the way he would stare longingly at any female between
thirteen and forty of even the vaguest attractiveness, but didn't speak to
me about girls. Jason was the foil to Martin, bringing him back to earth
every time he threatened to go a bit far with his jokes. Jason seemed to
have little or no interest in sex, at least outwardly, and looked a bit
uncomfortable whenever Alex or Mouse made a dirty joke. He was a die-hard
Arsenal fan, and lived and breathed the Gunners. He loved his cricket
too. While he was of Antiguan descent, his family had been in England since
the fifties and were now English through and through, so he was a proper
England fan at any and every sport- even rugby, which wasn't really his
thing. He could (and did) talk at length about the virtues and deficiencies
of England's cricket and football teams. He confided he planned to get the
Three Lions of England tattooed on his one arm on his eighteenth birthday
and the cannon of Arsenal on the other. Daniel was the quietest boy- almost
laconic- and hard to fathom slightly. I had been told that, before Martin
took him into the group and Mouse became virtually his bodyguard, he had
been badly bullied. Mainly because he was a true geek- almost as clever as
Alex, a pianist par excellence, loved his fantasy novels and sci-fi TV and
was generally useless at sport, despite his enthusiasm for football. The
bullying had made him shy and lacking confidence, but Mouse felt he was
beginning to come out of his shell. His family had its roots in
Whitechapel, and like many Jewish families rooted in the East End, they
were long-time Tottenham fans, and his dad would take Daniel and his
brothers regularly. He had a sister two years his junior as well as his two
little brothers, and while he insisted he found them annoying, I got the
feeling he actually doted on them. I gathered he was almost a third parent
as his parents worked long hours. Both were doctors locally. He and Alex
became increasingly close- they were alike in so many ways, although
visually quite different. I had my suspicions about the two boys, that
there may be something growing between them, but kept them to myself.

Alex was far and away the member of our peculiar little gang I was closest
to, mainly because we were together pretty much from arriving at the school
gates to leaving. He seemed quite a happy and bubbly boy with few
inhibitions, but his ingenuousness had got him teased and led him to his
dreadful misjudgement with Malcolm. He curbed it when around the rest of
the school, but was open and cheerful (or so he seemed) when it was just us
six. In Alex I felt I had a real friend, someone who I could talk to about
anything. I stopped short of telling him about Ben, but we had a couple of
'deep-and-meaningfuls' before the week was out, and we learnt a lot about
each other. How his aunt was really quite a hopeless surrogate, letting his
cousin (who he simply referred to as "The Slut") and him basically do
whatever they liked, including steal her cigarettes. How his cousin, at
seventeen, had slept with over twenty boys and men, had had an abortion and
had the clap at least twice. He loathed her utterly. My heart went out to
him- he sounded so miserable at home, and until Monday he had been
miserable at school. Life had been shit for him far longer than it had for
me. I asked if he would like to come around to visit me on Sunday- provided
it was OK with my guardians. He agreed almost before I had finished asking
him. He confessed he hadn't been to a friends house since the summer
holidays- that he hadn't really had a friend in that time, in fact. I put a
hand on his shoulder and said:

"Now you do."

Friday night was homework free, thank Christ, and Ben and I dossed around
for most of the evening, playing computer games and listening to music. I
began to break him into my heavier stuff. While he liked Metallica,
Disturbed and System of a Down, he found Fear Factory and Shadows Fall a
bit heavy- "too scary" was his phrase. They would grow on him, I
promised. I even got him to like a bit of Beethoven and Dvorak by the end
of the evening.

We were offered the opportunity to stay up a bit later than usual, but
cried off, protesting tiredness. That was a lie, of course, and we spent a
longer than usual session making love. We sixty-nined first, then I rimmed
and sucked him, then we sixty-nined again. As I began to think of sleep, he
decided he wanted to give me a proper rimming. I had showered beforehand so
was thoroughly clean, and was quivering in anticipation of what was to
come.

"Are you sure?" I asked. "Only do what you want."

"I want to. I've liked licking your bum when I've done it so far, and I
want more. You taste good. I love you- all your body. I want your ass,
boy!" he said, and swatted my backside lightly. I smiled at him, and lay on
my front, my legs slightly spread to allow him full access.

He kissed the back of my head, and slid down the bed to lie between my
thighs. I felt him kiss each cheek softly, before dipping his moist tongue
into my crevice, sliding it up and down, flicking my hole tantalisingly
with just the tip. He began circling my anus, and I began to feel more
aroused than ever before. I had heard that rimming felt great, and Ben
always went absolutely wild when I did it to him, but had never been on the
receiving end before. I had used various objects- mainly a marker pen the
thickness of a smallish cock- to stimulate my prostate when I jacked off
for about two years, and loved it, but this was something else entirely. I
felt Ben's tongue stiffen and press against the very centre of my hole. I
relaxed, and his tongue slipped inside.

The pleasure was indescribable. I felt myself smiling broadly and gasped at
the exquisite feeling of his hot, moist tongue invading my most private
place. He dived his tongue in and out of my hole at rapid pace,
occasionally missing a stroke to run the tip of his agile organ around my
pucker, before resuming his deep tonguing. He reached around me with both
one hand and began to slide my foreskin up and down over my glans, which by
now was leaking precum all over his hand, while the other hand slid up
under my groin to tug and massage my balls. I rose to an even higher level
of pleasure. It felt so good to have the warmth and wetness of him inside
me, and his hand on my cock and balls was simply ecstatic, but it was the
feeling of intimacy, the feeling of being so close to the person I cared
more about than my own life- the only person who could make me truly forget
my loss while we were together- that really made me melt under him. I
wanted him in me, I realised- I wanted him to take my virginity, to give
him that which I could only ever give once. I wanted him to be my first-
and my only. Before I could say this though, his tongue reached deeper
still and began licking my prostate. This drove me absolutely wild, and I
felt my balls churn and my orgasm draw very close.

"I'm gonna cum any second..." I gasped.

His mouth left my open hole, and he lifted my hips and slid his head under
my groin, taking my cock in his mouth and sucking hard. He plunged his
middle finger into my hole and pressed my prostate. I knelt bolt upright on
the bed as my muscles tensed uncontrollably, and I threw my head back,
gritting my teeth to avoid screaming in ecstacy, and fired my semen into
his mouth, my orgasm consuming everything in waves of intense pleasure that
covered my whole body, centred around his hot mouth on my pulsing cock and
his finger deep in my rectum. Finally, exhausted, I collapsed beside him.

I rolled onto my back and pulled him on top of me, kissing him deeply,
tasting my semen on his tongue. I was breathing hard and had to break for
air quickly.

"That was... oh Ben, that was...I love you so much!" I gasped, not able to
put into words what pleasure he had given to me. I suddenly realised I
hadn't seen to him, but I then felt his penis resting limp on my belly and
stopped worrying. He smiled at me, his hands holding the back of my head.

"You were right- it is fun to do that, and it does feel like I was saying
'I love you'. My tongue aches a bit though," he said. I noticed he looked
tired.

"Do you want to sleep?" I asked.

"Yeah. Do you mind?" he asked.

"No, I'm exhausted too- you've drained me dry, you sex god!" I said, making
him giggle. "Ben, are you comfortable there?"

"Yeah, it feels great to lie on your big strong body."

"Do you want to sleep there?" I asked, praying he did.

"Like, on top of you?" he asked. I nodded. "Isn't it uncomfortable?"

"No, I really like the way it feels. I don't want to be any further away
from you than this, ever. If you don't want to, that's fine, but if you
like it, I'd be so happy if you slept on me," I said.

"Then let's sleep like this," he said, and settled down on top of me.

I pulled the covers over us and we drifted off into sleep. I saw his face
in my dreams, ar hyd y nos- all through the night. He smiled the whole
time.



Chapter 6


"So withdrawn and feeling numb. Watching life come all undone. Growing
fear, a human grace. A drowning mind in a dark embrace. My life in
disarray, and I fade away." -BCB



Saturday dawned. Well, strictly speaking it hadn't yet- but I was awake in
the dark, Ben still on top of me. For some reason, I wasn't feeling
remotely horny that morning, and just held him softly, letting him sleep,
thinking. Today would be my debut for the year 10 XV, my first chance to
make an impression when it counted. I was nervous as hell, which was unlike
me on a match morning. Mostly I would be pumped, having to concentrate hard
to keep my head clear and focus on playing rather than just battering the
opposition pack. Rugby turns some men and boys into aggressive thugs. If I
let it, I was one of them. I had lost it completely once in year 8 and
punched an opposition prop as the red mist descended. Naturally, I was sent
off for that indiscretion and dropped for the next game. I had forced
myself to calm down every game since.

Ben awoke after about half an hour, his eyes fluttering open. He kissed my
chest and looked at me.

"You're quite comfortable, you know!" he said. "I could get used to this."

"Me too," I said, my thoughts not really on the here and now. Ben wriggled
on me, and I felt his stiff prick stab my belly. "Sorry mate, I'm not
really in the mood this morning. I think maybe I'm still recovering from
last night."

"Not nervous about today, are you?" he asked. He was always so perceptive,
and saw straight through me.

"Yeah, I don't want to let the team down. I'm not normally like
this. Sorry, Ben, can I make it up to you tonight?" I asked, stroking his
cheek.

"Forget it. We'll make it up to each other tonight," he said. "Y'know we're
coming to watch the match, don't you? Even Anna."

"You don't have to, y'know," I said. "I don't expect you to."

"What, and miss the chance to see you and 29 other sweaty, hairy boys
running around in shorts and shoving at each other? Are you taking the
piss?" he said, grinning. I laughed and kissed him quickly.

"Thanks, mate, it'd mean so much to have all of you there- you most of
all."

"Then it's settled," he said, and that was that.

Unable to sleep and not remotely aroused, we got up and exercised the sleep
from our brains. Before showering and shaving, I got my hair clippers out
and trimmed my hair over the bottom of the shower. Ben looked at the
clippers, like he was about to ask something.

"Not a chance in hell!" I said, pre-empting him. "You have beautiful hair,
I won't spoil it by shaving it off. And Stephanie would kill me."

He pouted, but shrugged and seemed to accept it. Then he smiled.

"You like my hair? It's so boring," he said.

"No it's not, it gorgeous- so dark, silky and shiny. If you want to style
it different, I'll help you with that- something a bit more grown up what
you after?" I asked. He nodded. "Fine, we can do that some time. Don't cut
it all off, though. It's beautiful."

He smiled coquettishly, obviously glowing at my admiration of him. Making
him feel good with words was almost as enjoyable as giving him physical
pleasure, I realised.

Once I was dressed in school uniform (we had to go to school dressed as if
we had lessons) and my rugby kit was packed, we went down for
breakfast. John, Stephanie and Anna were all up and dressed already. John
had cooked scrambled eggs, and I found my stomach growling at the smell. I
had thought I wouldn't be interested in breakfast this morning. Apparently
my appetite disagreed.

After breakfast, we got into the car and left for school. Ben was wearing
my Wales shirt to support me, although it was too big for him. I
appreciated the gesture. Anna sat between us in the back, and Ben and I
kept glancing over her head at each other and grinning. I hoped the olds
didn't notice.

Saturday mornings at my new school were when the year 10 and senior
football and rugby teams played in the county schools leagues. The senior
teams were made of boys in years 11-13, and were referred to simply as the
school XV or XI (there being 15 players in a rugby union side, 11 in a
football team, and that being designated in Roman numerals by
tradition). Playing today as well as my year 10 XV would be two year 10
football teams, three senior football sides (ranked in order of ability)
and two senior rugby sides, making eight matches in total. The school had
four pitches, so one set of matches would kick off at 10 o'clock (including
the football team Jason was in) and the others at 12 midday, including my
rugby team.

The changing rooms were, needless to say, rammed- our school alone had
nearly 150 boys playing this morning, and there would obviously be one
opposition boy for each of ours. Our school changing rooms were designed to
cope with 200 boys changing at once, many of them intended to be the
smaller pupils. Nearly 300 15 to 18 year-olds was a tight squeeze. I just
hoped most of those playing in the first set of matches left at their
conclusion, or the showers would be a joke afterwards. To my surprise, each
boy was given a shirt with their own number on- I got 7, my prized openside
flanker shirt (in rugby union your number indicates your position
precisely- 1-3 are front row of the scrum (2 props and a hooker), 4 and 5
second rows, 6-8 back row, 9 scrum half, 10 fly half, 11 and 14 wingers, 12
and 13 centres and 15 full back. If that sounds confusing, it's because it
is. It took me years to learn all the rules, and that was growing up with a
rugby-mad father).

Before our match, we watched Jason's football team thrash a decidedly
lacklustre side 7-1, my friend playing up front and netting a
hat-trick. Mouse and Martin cheered with me- they were here for our rugby
match, of course.

Just before the match, the Welsh coach called us around for a pep-talk.

"Now, see here, boys. Work hard, pass it like we practised and get stuck
in- I want to see commitment from all of you, see? Particularly you
flankers- the back row was where we lost the game, last week. Now go out
and set it right!"

I felt my nervousness dissolve, and my aggression rose. I fought it down,
keeping my cool. We ran out onto the pitch for kick-off. I saw my new
household wave to me, Anna's pink cast showing up amongst the crowd. I
raised a hand in acknowledgement, then focused.

The first half did not go well. The pack worked well, and I got stuck in to
do the messy stuff like I was supposed to, but our fly-half had a
nightmare, gifting two easy tries to the opposition with insane passes that
got intercepted. We scored two tries ourselves, one a nice move finished in
the corner by the winger, the other a partial redemption from our fly-half
as he kicked over the top, Martin running onto the kick quicker than their
backs and sprinting away to finish under the posts. Poor discipline cost us
though, as silly penalties were conceded, and they scored a good try we
could do little about. They missed their conversion, thankfully, so we went
in 25-12 down at half-time. The coach dished out a right royal bollocking,
turning the air blue with a real lambasting.

The second half was a tense affair, us pressing forward with plenty of
possession and territory but they defended valiantly and kept us out. With
ten minutes left the score was unchanged from half-time. We got bogged down
in a ruck in the centre of their twenty-two. I saw Mouse, who was shielding
the ball, about to get turned over and lose possession. I charged into him,
pushing the opposition back. Our scrum-half rescued the ball and flicked it
back to Martin who was charging up from the back. He ran at the opposition
as we disengaged from the ruck, and dummied left before moving right. The
sluggish opposition centre was sold, and Martin ran clean past him to score
beneath the posts again. Brilliant work by my ginger friend! The conversion
was made, and we were 25-19 down- one converted try would win it.

The clock ticked down and still we pressed, and still they held on. We
managed to get a big, powerful rolling maul going, driving forward mainly
due to Mouse's incredible strength for a boy his age. We were hauled down
just inside the try-line.

"Time over, boys, whistle goes next time the ball goes dead," I heard the
referee shout.

It was now or never. Our scrum-half was nowhere to be seen, and I found
myself standing over the ball. "Fuck it," I thought, grabbed it, darted
around the mass of bodies and hurled myself at the opposing flanker
blocking my way to the line. He had a shocked expression on his face as I
careered at him, and stepped back instinctively- fatal mistake. I ducked my
shoulder and hit him. He fell back, and I dropped to the ground, scoring. A
roar went up from our team, and I was smothered by mud-covered boys
congratulating me. Our fly-half completed his redemption by kicking the
conversion, and the ref blew for the full-time. We had won 26-25!

The parents and pupils watching cheered. We formed the traditional tunnel
to allow the losers to leave the field, then they formed one for us. The
coach called us over.

"Much better, boys. Great work, Leamy, great dummy and great try. Jones-
good work in that ruck, I saw you stop the turnover, and great
determination for the try. We need an initiation, boys!" he proclaimed. A
cheer went around the team. I saw Malcolm, an unused replacement, staring
at me with pure hatred in his eyes. I wondered what the ritual was- mostly
rugby initiations were evil.

"What do I have to do?" I sighed.

"You gotta sing a song mate. Coach gets to pick it," Martin supplied. Well,
that should be no trouble for me.

"Think you're a Welshman, Jones? Sing 'Land of my Fathers'!" the coach
barked.

No, I couldn't sing that. The last time I'd heard it was singing it at my
parents' funeral. I needed more time before I went back there.

"I... I can't!" I said.

"Don't know your own national anthem? Call yourself a true son of Cymru?"
said the coach, as the team laughed at me.

"No, of course I know it," I said. Maybe honesty was the best plan. Blunt,
shocking honesty. "Just the last time I sang it was infront of my parents'
coffins. Alright?"

Silence. Most people looked away awkwardly, and the coach did a fair
impression of a freshly caught fish. Bugger it, I'd show the bastard.

And so I sang it. Perfectly, loudly- almost roaring the climactic "Gwlad!
Gwlad! Pleidiol wyf i'm gwlad!", never taking my eyes from the coach. He
joined in for the last two lines. I was fighting tears by the end.

"Well boy," said the coach, sounding choked, then seemed to forget what he
was going to say next. "Well done."

He nodded and walked off. I pushed out of the throng of players before they
could see me burst into tears. It was all so fresh and raw again- I could
see nothing but my parents' coffins disappearing behind the curtain to be
cremated and my grandparents crying. I missed them so much, I missed my old
home, my old school and my old friends again. As I walked off, the tears
began to run down my face. Great, I was about to bawl my eyes out infront
of hundreds of people. All of a sudden, I felt a smaller hand slip into
mine. I looked up and saw Ben, who had run over to me. He smiled gently at
me, and hugged me- not like we would in private, just friendly and
comforting. His closeness helped me regain control. I still felt empty and
in pain, but I could control myself. All of a sudden, Ben was swept aside,
and I was hoisted in the air by Mouse and the props, and I was promptly
marched off on their shoulders to the changing rooms to the tune of "God
Save the Queen".

"Sing you fucker, it's your national anthem too!" yelled Martin from the
edge of the crush. I laughed and joined in heartily. I did NOT join when
they switched to "Swing low, sweet chariot", as that would be heresy.

We changed and showered, fighting our way through the crowds of boys. When
we were all clean (well, vaguely anyway) and dressed, we went
outside. Jason was waiting for Martin, Mouse and me. We congratulated him
on his hat-trick, he congratulated Martin and me on our tries. We wished
each other a good weekend, and they left. I met up with my household. Anna
ran up to me, wanting to be lifted. I complied, and she hugged me.

"Good try, David!" she proclaimed, planting a small kiss on my cheek.

"Good game, mate," said John. "You OK?"

"Yeah, I'm alright now," I said, which was partially true- I felt less bad
than I had before, but was still smarting somewhat.

We went home. Over lunch, I asked Stephanie if it was OK if a friend came
around during the following day. She said yes. I rang Alex to let him know,
and to tell him where I lived. I checked it was OK with Ben, realising with
hindsight he might have a say on the elder boy who would be invading his
room. He was fine with the idea.

"Oh, there's one thing I hadn't told you about Alex," I said, after he had
agreed We were sitting on my bed in our room. I suddenly realised I had
already begun to think of it as 'our room'. "He's like us. He likes
boys. He's gay."

"Cool!" said Ben. Then he frowned. "He doesn't, like, fancy you does he?"

"Not a bit," I laughed. "You've got nothing to worry about, I'm not his
type. He doesn't like stocky thugs like me. And I'm only interested in you,
so even if he did fancy me, he'd have no chance."

I kissed him. Suddenly, I was full of passion. I pulled him to me on the
bed, our tongues meshing. I slipped my hands under his shirt, and stroked
the skin of his back. He ran his hands over my freshly-trimmed hair. He
returned the passion in our kiss. I felt the hardness at the front of his
jeans, knowing he was as stiff and horny as I was. A shout from downstairs
snapped our lips apart.

"Boys! We need to go shopping. We're taking Anna. Will you be alright on
your own?" came Stephanie's voice.

"Yeah! Fine, see you later," Ben called back. We heard the front door open,
then close, and the car start up and drive off. "The whole house to
ourselves! What shall we do?" said Ben, smiling at me. I drew him to me and
we kissed again.

Our hands began fumbling at each other's bodies, and we hurriedly pulled
our clothes off to get access to all the important areas. When we were
stripped, we pulled each other together, our tongues mashing and our groins
slowly grinding against each other. I wanted him in me, right now.

"Ben, there's one other thing we haven't done," I said, breaking the kiss.

"Like what?" he said.

"Well, two boys can have sex, you know," I said.

"Oh...that... you mean... in the arse."

I nodded. "I want you to do it to me."

"Are you sure? Won't it hurt?" he asked.

"No. Well- it might a bit at first, but I've been using things on my bum
for a couple of years now, so it should be easy enough for you to fit in,
and then it'll be really good- for both of us. If you don't want to, that's
OK though."

He smiled. "If you're sure..." he asked. I nodded. "Have you done it
before?" he asked.

"No. I want you to be my first- and my only."

He nodded, and I got up and quickly went into the bathroom, grabbing some
hand lotion. My cock was stiff and bouncing around as I came back in, and
Ben licked his lips as he saw it. I handed the bottle to Ben.

"Rub this all over your cock, it'll make it go in easier," I said. When he
had done that, I laid back on the bed and lifted my knees to my chest. "Now
spread some over my arsehole and push some in."

His finger poking in me caused my dick to jerk and I wanted more. I wanted
his proud four inch organ buried to the hilt in my arse.

"Now kneel there- it might be a bit easier with me on my front, but I want
to see you while you do it- and line it up, and push in- gently, don't
shove it," I instructed.

He knelt behind me, and guided his slim glans towards my lubed hole. It
almost felt like a spark flew between us as his helmet met my hole. He
pushed gently against my ring, and I pushed down to open myself up for
him. I felt his cock head slide into my anus, and groaned loudly. Ben
moaned and I clenched my sphincter, gripping his cock.

"I'm inside you! It's so hot and tight!" said Ben.

"I feel it! Push more in- slowly," I said.

He gently began pushing his hips forward, sinking more of his beautiful
phallus into my anus. I pushed back, opening up. I groaned again- there was
some pain, but then he stopped and held his position, and slowly it began
to feel so, so good. I looked down. He was buried in me, his loose ball sac
right up against the skin of my arse crack.

"Slide it back and forwards- don't pull out though."

He began to thrust his hips back and forwards, only about an inch of his
cock leaving the grip of my rectum. I clenched, gripping him hard as he
pulled back, and then relaxed as he thrust back in. At first he was going
slowly, but the feeling as his cock ran over my prostate was incredible.

"Faster!" I demanded.

He speeded up, thrusting more in and out, and he began grunting with every
stroke. I was moaning almost constantly as his cock stimulated that magic
button in my ass.

"Faster! Harder! Fuck me, Ben, really fuck me!" I said, wanting him to
ravish me, to leave me knowing I was truly no longer a virgin.

He began to thrust harder still. I let go of my knees and wrapped my legs
around his supple waist, digging my heels into his buttocks and guiding his
thrusts, harder and faster. The mix of pain and pleasure was out of this
world- it was almost like being beaten with a stick when he bottomed out,
but the pleasure taking over my whole body was more than I had ever felt
before. And we were one- as intimate as two people can ever be. He was
inside my most private place with his most precious organ, and we were
totally linked. All too soon, I saw his face begin to contort as his orgasm
built. I began to wank myself, wanting to come with him inside me. I wasn't
far away, if he could just hold out.

"Hold on Ben, just keep going a bit longer!" I said.

He was thrusting ever harder, hitting that magic button with every
thrust. I felt my balls begin to pull up as my orgasm approached. Suddenly,
it was on me, and I pulled him hard into me with my heels, groaned and shot
my load. The first spurt hit my chin, the rest landing on my stomach. I
felt Ben rabbit thrusting with tiny, incredibly fast jerks, and suddenly I
felt extra warmth in my arse as his load filled my rectum. Watching his
face, twisted into expressions of ecstasy as he came inside me, our bodies
coated in sweat, was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.

He collapsed on top of me, and as I felt his dick soften and slip from my
gripping hole, I pulled him up and kissed him, our tongues dancing around
the mouths we had begun to know so well. Our fronts were stuck together
with a mixture of sweat and my cream.

I ran my hands through his hair, damp from his exertions, and looked at his
face.

"Thank you, Ben- you've taken my virginity. And lost your own in the
process. How was it? Was it as good as you'd hoped?"

"No, it was so much better. I never thought anything could be that good. It
was so tight and hot, and it was like we were together- completely
together. I love you David," he said.

"I love you too, my prince."

We lay there for about fifteen minutes, just cuddling and kissing. The
grown-ups weren't due back for ages, so we relaxed. I ran my hands all over
his smooth skin, enjoying the firmness of his body and its warmth. Why did
it always feel like his body was on fire? He was so hot to my touch. And
his tongue was so agile and wonderful against mine. Surely there was no one
in the world who could match up to the perfect being who had forever made
me his?

"Did it hurt?" Ben asked when we paused from our tongue dance.

"A bit. There was a bit of pain when you first went in, and at first when
you went really deep, but it felt so good having you in me it was worth
that little bit of pain," I said truthfully. I had an inkling where this
was leading.

"Do you think it would hurt more if you did me?" he asked. I thought for a
second, stroking his hair and looking into his dark eyes.

"Yeah, it probably would," I said. While I would dearly love to make love
to him in return, I cared too much about his feelings to be anything but
completely honest. "I'm a bigger person than you so my bum's bigger, my
cock's a bit bigger too- yours is nicer though!" I said, kissing him to try
and take away any embarrassment or hurt at me highlighting his less
developed anatomy. "I've been using stuff on my arse for ages too- that
stretches it. It might be quite a bit more painful."

That would surely put him off. Probably for the best- I could never forgive
myself if I hurt him- particularly his first time. Mine had been so
perfect, I wanted him to have the same experience- or even better.

"I want to try it," he said, no hint of ambiguity in his voice. "I want you
in me too."

"Ben, I love you more than anything, you know that right?" I asked. He
nodded. "I can't do that to you- I'd rather cut off my own head than hurt
you. I want your first time to be as good as mine- not be remembering pain
for the rest of our lives."

"I want to try it," he repeated. "If it hurts too much, we can stop- but I
really want to try it. You looked like you were enjoying it loads, and I
want that too. I want you to feel as good as I did when I did it to you."

"Are you sure?" I said doubtfully.

"Yeah- I'm a bit scared, but I'm really sure. I want this," he said, a note
of finality in his voice.

"Well... OK, but if it hurts even a little bit, I'm stopping. And if you
don't like it at any point, tell me and we stop. Deal?" I asked.

"Deal!" he said, a look of lust appearing in his eyes. He lay on his back
and pulled his knees up to his chest.

"No, I've got a better idea," I said. "I'll loosen you up, then I'll lie
down and you can lower yourself on- that way you're in control, and can
stop at any point. Lie on your front."

He lay down on his front. I pushed a pillow under his hips. I spread his
cheeks, and began to lick at his virgin anus. I slipped the tip of my
tongue in quickly, his ring opening a little to allow me in. His hole was
getting used to this intrusion by now, and Ben moaned in pleasure. I gave
him a good rimming for about ten minutes, loosening his anus with my tongue
and getting it nice and wet. I then spread some lotion over his hole and
covered my fingers with yet more lotion. Using my lubed index finger, I
spread lotion on the inside of his hole. I began to finger fuck him slowly,
loosening him up gently. I quickly found his prostate, and began to flick
the tip of my finger across it. He moaned louder. I pulled my finger out,
and he looked back in disappointment, not liking the emptiness he was left
with. I smiled at him, reassuring him. I then slowly worked two fingers
together into his hole, making sure there was still plenty of lubricant on
my hand and his anus. He grunted as both fingers slipped in- this was a
bigger intrusion than he was used to.

"Sorry- are you OK? Want me to stop?" I asked.

"No, it's OK- just hurts a bit- I'm getting used to it already. Keep going-
but slow," he said through gritted teeth.

I kept my fingers still in his hole, the ring gripping them tightly. I felt
the hole relax a little after a minute or so, and Ben visibly
relaxed. Slowly, oh so slowly, I began sliding both fingers in and out,
working a little deeper each time. Eventually I had both fingers in him
fully, and stroked his magic button again. He was moaning loudly again.

"Stop!" he said. I did so instantly. "I'm gonna cum if you keep doing
that."

I lowered my head, pulling his cock down so I could suck him from behind,
and continued finger fucking him. I slipped a third finger alongside the
others, and sucked and licked his cockhead hard, trying to dull the pain
with pleasure. Once again he groaned and gritted his teeth, but quickly he
began to moan again, and before long he gave me three squirts of his
perfect nectar, his cock twitching five more times after he finished
feeding me his sperm. His hole was quite loose and relaxed now, and I
reckoned my three fingers were about the same size as my cock.

"I think that might do it- you still sure about this?" I said.

"Yeah," he panted, still coming down from orgasmic nirvana.

"OK," I said, covering my cock in hand lotion, lying down on my back. "Sit
on my thighs, then hold my dickhead against your arsehole, then slowly- and
I mean REALLY slowly- lower yourself down. Stop if it hurts and get used to
it or if it's too much, lift off me."

By now I was really aroused, the sight of his gaping arsehole beginning to
stoke my lust higher than my concern for Ben. I forced him to the front of
my mind, resolving to let him be in total control. He sat on my thighs,
facing towards my head. He slid up a little, and raised himself up so he
was crouched over my leaking, lubricated cock. He looked at me and smiled a
decidedly naughty smile at me. He looked like he wanted it as much as I
did. My heart was racing in excitement. He gripped my cock in his hand,
pointing it upwards and lining it up with his loosened anus. He pressed the
tip of my prick against his pucker, and gently lowered himself.

The touch of his arse on my cock was something else- but even better came
as he slowly pushed down, and I felt his ring open slightly, allowing about
half my head inside.

"Push down- like your shitting," I said, trying to think of something
benign to stave off the incredible feeling of his ring gripping my glans.

He opened a little wider, and I gasped loudly as my whole helmet slipped
inside. I nearly unloaded right there. He was so tight, so moist, so
hot. It was the most pleasure I'd ever felt- and only my head was in. I
looked at Ben. His face was twisted and he was obviously in pain. I began
to lift him off me, but he stopped me.

"NO!" he said through clenched teeth. "Give me a sec!"

After a minute or so, the pained expression slid from his face, and he
began lowering himself, oh so slowly, stopping every half-inch or so to get
used to it. It took him about twenty minutes, but eventually his buttocks
were resting on my pubes. I was all the way inside him! I couldn't believe
it. He was gripping me like a vice. His perfect bottom felt like it was on
fire, he was so hot.

"You did it Ben! You did it," I gasped. I wasn't sure if I could actually
manage to make love to him- I was on the verge of cumming as we were, any
movement might push me over the edge.

"Yeah," he said. "You're inside of me. You really are. I can feel
you. There's no pain now. It feels really good!"

He began lifting himself slightly off my aching prick, and I groaned in
pleasure. Ben's head was right back, and he moaned loudly himself. I
gripped his hips, stopping him, and slowly rolled him onto his back. I
lifted his beautiful legs and rested his ankles on my shoulders. I kissed
each of his beautiful feet quickly.

"Ready?" I asked.

"Yeah. Go slow," he said.

I did. I slowly started sliding my hips back and forth, moving just half an
inch of my cock in and out. He was gripping me so tight, that small amount
of friction was enough to have me moaning loudly. Ben was something else-
he looked like he was on Cloud Nine. His head was back and he was moaning
constantly, barely even pausing for breath, and he was smiling in joy. I
gripped his hips, and speeded up slightly, still using short thrusts. He
moaned louder. I felt my restraint begin to crumble as the feeling of his
hot, velvety tunnel clasping my aching prick became even harder. I began
thrusting about half of my cock in and out, speeding up even further. It
was so good! Ben began thrashing his head around, and jerking his own
rampant cock up and down. I gripped harder and began pounding his arse, my
balls slapping against his pale buttocks. I was drawing almost completely
out with each thrust, only leaving my glans inside his gripping rectum. The
springs of the mattress were squeaking as I fucked him hard, and we were
both drenched in sweat, but Ben was going wild.

"HARDER!" he yelled.

I obliged, going as fast as I could. I felt my orgasm rapidly approach as I
forever erased both our virginities- we both possessed the other's, we were
one, forever linked together. Ben suddenly yelled out and I saw his cock
pulse and shoot the most powerful load I had seen from him. His arse began
gripping my dick so hard I thought it might snap off, but the feeling was
so wonderful that I lost control and filled him with my seed, then
collapsed on top of him, my softening prick slipping out of his red, gaping
hole. I dove my tongue into his mouth, kissing him with all the strength I
had left.

"Are you OK?" I said, suddenly realising how hard I had gone at him. "I
didn't hurt you did I?"

"That...was...just...incredible!" he gasped, totally exhausted. "It hurt so
much but it felt so good it was worth it- your dick hitting that place
inside me was awesome. I'm not sure we can do it for a bit- my arse really
hurts now, but when it's OK again I wanna do that loads more! I love you
David, and I want you in me all the time!"

I kissed him.

"I love you too, my perfect angel, and I want to be with you forever," I
said. I glanced at the clock, suddenly realising how long we'd been
going. "We'd better shower- you smell great to me, but I'm not sure the
others will agree. And we should wash the sheets too- they smell of sex." I
grinned at him. "We've had sex, Ben- we'll never be the same again. I'm so
glad it was with you the first time."

"Yeah, I can't imagine doing that with anyone else. Let's get clean,
quickly- they could be back any minute."

We quickly showered and shoved my bedsheets in the washer. I said to say I
spilt Coke on them if we were asked. We drank some of the fizzy drink to
make sure that there was some missing- you can never cover things up too
well, I've found. Particularly when you've just fucked and been fucked by
the twelve-year-old son of your new guardians. That thought brought a smile
of remembrance to my face, and I felt myself grinning brainlessly with
adoration at Ben. He returned an equally mindless smile. I guess it's true
what they say about love making your brain dribble out of your ears. I felt
totally witless when I looked at my favourite person- Ben consumed all of
my other thoughts.

Finally we were clean, dry and cleared up, and the grown-ups and Anna were
still not back. We snuggled up to each other on the sofa in the living room
and watched the news for the football results. As per usual at that point
in time, Chelsea had won, beating Blackburn, and Cardiff had lost dismally
to Watford. On a brighter note, England's cricketers were doing well on
their trip to play an excellent South African side. The Six Nations- the
annual rugby tournament between England, Wales, France, Ireland, Scotland
and Italy was still a month or so away. How I longed for that.

I realised that this was the first time in the weeks since my parents'
deaths that I had actually cared about things like football results. I had
been so down and uncaring during that time that Cardiff could have been
dealt a 12-0 drubbing by our hated rivals Swansea and I wouldn't have
cared. This house had done me good- the stability it offered, the caring of
my new guardians but most importantly the blossoming love between myself
and Ben had allowed a ray of light to pierce the gloom. I still wasn't
right yet, but I was no longer in the pit of blackest despair I had been
living in since I saw the blue flashing lights through the glass of my
front door.

John, Stephanie and Anna came back soon after. Ben and I disentangled
quickly enough to avoid suspicion. They seemed to accept my story about the
bedclothes without a second thought. Stephanie got dinner on and the rest
of us helped where we could- none of us had her ability with food though,
so it was mainly left up to her, but the intention was there. We ate a
terrific meal of homemade chicken korma (although the poppadums and naan
bread were shop bought- but that was fair enough, in my book). After dinner
we settled down to watch some television- as a family, I tentatively
thought. Not really- more four people in a family with a vague friend
joining in- but it was better than nothing. I had begun to accept the
tragic events, and was desperately trying to make the best out of what was
left, trying to settle in and feel at home. And if that didn't work, I at
least had Ben.

At bedtime, neither Ben nor I felt in the mood for sex- we were both
utterly spent from our spectacular loss of virginity earlier in the
afternoon- so we cuddled up in my bed on freshly cleaned bedclothes and
kissed for about half an hour. We inevitably ended up naked, wanting as
much skin as possible to be in contact with the other, but I don't think
either of us got more than a semi-on. Eventually we began to fall asleep. I
wanted Ben to sleep on me again, and he was only too happy to do so. I
drifted off thinking that, although things would never be the same as
before the accident, some of those things may actually be OK- maybe every
cloud does have a silver lining. Although mine wasn't silver- it had pale
skin, raven hair and dark eyes. And I loved him.



Chapter 7

"So here we are again to experience the bitter, scalding end and we're the
only ones who can perceive it. But others sing of beauty and the story that
has unfolded as one that deserves praise and ritual." GG



I didn't sleep well that night. Normally I slept like a log no matter what,
even when I was at my most distraught over my loss. I hadn't had disturbing
dreams for years- not even a wet dream, as I'd been wanking extensively
since long before adolescence started. That night I had my first genuine
nightmare for as long as I could remember.

It started out well enough- Ben and I were playing football along with my
new school friends and John, Stephanie and Anna against a team of teachers,
and we beat them heavily. We all piled into a bath the size of a swimming
pool afterwards, and Ben sat between my legs. Suddenly we were kissing and
groping, then I was embedded bollock deep in his arse, and it was
great. But then I saw Anna and Stephanie crying behind Ben, and all of a
sudden John was pulling us apart, and he began to hit me. I didn't move,
just let him pound me hard. The blows didn't hurt strangely. But then he
began to beat Ben. I tried to go and help my prince but I was held back by
my rugby team. The coach's sing-song Welsh accent kept saying "leave it
alone- it's for the best". John's punches became kicks and soon he was
hitting him with a stick. I saw the bath water turn pink as blood began to
flow.

"NO!" I shouted, and suddenly woke up. I was coated in sweat. I realised
Ben was awake and looking at me, still lying on top of me.

"Bad dream?" he asked.

"Yeah, really bad," I said, trembling at the memory.

"What was it about?" he asked.

"I...I can't remember," I lied. I had no intention of telling him I saw his
father beat me black and blue then beat him to near-death until I woke
up. I had to protect his feelings from that. "I never remember my dreams,"
I said. That at least was true- I've heard that everyone dreams, and if you
don't your brain stops working. I never remembered having dreamt when I
woke up, so assumed that I just forgot them.

"Are you ok? You were speaking- I couldn't quite make it out. You sounded
scared," he said, looking concerned.

"I guess I was," I said. "Sorry- did I wake you up? What time is it?"

"It's nearly 9. I was already awake. Are you ok? You don't normally sleep
this late," he said.

He was right- I normally awoke around five or six, never needing as much
sleep as my friends told me they did. But we had had a late night, and
yesterday had been incredibly tiring, and I guess I had slept badly so
needed longer.

"Yeah, just tired- from yesterday," I said.

"Does rugby take it out of you that much normally?" he asked.

"No, but I've never played rugby and had sex for the first time with the
most handsome young man alive on the same day before," I said, grinning at
him and squeezing him to me. He smiled back.

"Well, I suppose that's fair enough then," he said. "You always say I'm
handsome or beautiful- do you really mean it?"

"Of course I do! Why would I say it otherwise?" I said. I couldn't believe
he could think I didn't mean it.

"I just don't think I'm that special. I'm pasty, smaller than you, I've got
boring hair and I'm not muscled like you. You're the handsome one," he
said.

"Thank you, it makes me feel good when you say that," I said, "but you're
wrong about your looks. You're not pasty, you have the most beautiful skin-
I love it. Your hair is NOT boring at all- I told you that before. I've
never seen hair so dark and glossy, I just want to touch it the whole
time. You're not muscle-bound yet, but you're really fit- no fat anywhere,
not skinny- the muscle will come. I love your body- I love you. Every time
I see you my heart gets faster, and my dick gets stiffer- can't you feel
it?" I said. Thinking about all his beauties had aroused me fiercely, and I
pushed my stiff prick against him. "You should feel good about yourself-
you're amazing. I love you."

He smiled at me. "Thanks David- I love you too. I'll try and like myself a
bit more."

We kissed again. It got more insistent, and before long we had each others'
tongues as far down our throats as we could manage, our hands running over
our bare flesh. We quickly span around to take each other's rigid cock into
our mouths. He felt so hard inside my mouth. The musky smell of his groin
stoked the flames of my desire, and I began bobbing up and down his cock
quickly, sucking hard and moaning from the feelings his mouth was giving
me. I could feel his tongue sweep around the ridge of my helmet and lap at
my piss slit, wanting as much of my precum as I could give. I gently began
to stroke his crack, but he stiffened slightly when I touched his hole, and
I realised he was still a little sore. I massaged his perineum and rolled
his balls around in his loose scrotum instead. He began to tug and cradle
my balls, and I rapidly felt my orgasm approaching. I stared at his
beautiful package as I fellated him, and spotted something I hadn't seen
before. Just then I felt my glans hit the back of his throat and that
pushed me over the edge. I filled his mouth with my cream. He had learned
to take it all, and swallowed greedily. As soon as I recovered, I speeded
up my ministrations and half a minute later he fed me the perfect wake-up
tonic- fresh sperm, straight from my lover's balls.

When he recovered, I kissed him hard, the traces of our ejaculations mixing
in our mouths.

"Ben, look here!" I said when we broke, pointing just above his
cock. "Right there! See it?"

He looked at me and grinned. I had seen a small, downy black hair- just
above and to the right of the base of his cock. His first pube.

"You're a man now- hair, sperm, and you've had sex. I love you, you
beautiful man," I whispered, and we kissed again.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door. As always, we had checked and
double checked it was locked before we went to bed, but we both jumped out
of our skins, and Ben leapt out of bed, grabbing his discarded boxers.

"Boys! You awake?" Stephanie's voice came.

"Yeah, just about!" I said.

"Just checking- you said your friend was coming at ten o'clock didn't you,
David," she said.

"Yeah, thanks," I said. Bollocks!  That was less than an hour away- closer
to half an hour, actually.

Ben and I dived into the shower, foregoing morning exercise- oral sex would
have to suffice. I skipped shaving and our shower was a perfunctory rinse
rather than a more interesting mutual washing. I left Ben still dressing as
I charged downstairs to eat breakfast before Alex arrived. I needn't have
rushed- I had time to pop out for a quick smoke and come back in again and
Ben had finished eating and was playing on his PC by the time Alex
sauntered up the short driveway half an hour late.

"Hi David, sorry I'm late," Alex said as I let him in. "Got a bit lost, and
my phone's battery's on the blink have you got a charger?"

"Yeah, in my room," I said.

Before we went upstairs, John and Stephanie came into the hall to nose at
my new friend. After an awkward five minutes of people who didn't really
know each other except through a third party they barely knew either, we
were released and headed up to the room with Ben's wonderful 'David and
Ben's room- Keep Out' sign on the door.

"Ben, you didn't meet Alex the other day, did you?" I said as we went in.

"No. Hi Alex!" Ben said.

"Awright," Alex said awkwardly- he only seemed anything but awkward when it
was just the quartet we had made a sextet.

I shut the door, locking it. Alex didn't seem to notice.

"Want me to plug your phone in?" I said. He handed me the mobile and I
plugged it in.

Alex perched on my bed and gave the room the once over. It was a little
cramped with the three of us in there. Ben shut down his game of 'Call of
Duty' and turned his computer off, obviously about to leave.

"Wait," I said, before he went. "Alex, I want you to know something. But
you've got to promise to keep it a secret. Promise?" He nodded. "Can I tell
him?" I asked Ben, who thought for a second, then nodded. "OK, well... you
know how I told you I was gay? Well, me and Ben, we're kind
of... together. I love him."

Alex's mouth dropped open. "Wow! You mean... oh fuck me, you lucky bastard!
He's stunning!" he said finally, staring at Ben in appreciation. Ben
blushed cutely and smiled at the praise. I took Ben's hand in mine. "You
look great together, really. Thanks for telling me- I won't tell anyone,
not even the gang," Alex said.

"Thanks Alex- you're a real friend," I said. I kissed Ben quickly and
chastely, not wanting a sickening PDA (public display of affection) but
wanting to say goodbye properly. He then left, going downstairs.

"You lucky bastard! You move fast! Have you... y'know..." Alex said as soon
as the door was shut. I left it unlocked.

"Done stuff?" I asked. He nodded. "Yeah, some."

"Like what?" he asked, obviously wanting the gory details.

"Well, he's not pregnant if that's what you're asking!" I said. Alex
laughed. "I don't really wanna go into details- it's kinda private, y'know?
But yeah we've done stuff."

"Was it good? I've... I've never done anything with anyone," he confided.

"Un-be-lievable!" I said, smiling and fighting off an impending erection at
the memories of our sexual escapades. "Never? Not even tossing off with a
mate?"

"Nothing. Never. With no one. I am a true virgin. I've never kissed
anyone. I tried to kiss Malcolm before I could stop myself but he pushed me
away," he confessed.

"You will. Got your eye on anyone in particular?" I asked, wanting to see
if my instincts were correct.

"Err... I... might do..." he said, blushing and avoiding my eyes.

"A certain friend of ours? A very good looking dark-haired boy? A Tottenham
fan?" I asked. He stared at the floor in silence. "Daniel?" I asked.

He went white as a sheet, and looked anywhere but at me, tears in his
eyes. I sat beside him on the bed, and put an arm around his shoulders. He
nodded finally.

"I won't tell him, y'know," I said. "I think he might like you too though."

He jerked his eyes at me, wiping moisture from them. "Don't say that just
to make me feel better!" he said, sounding cross.

"I'm not! Hand on heart! I swear on Ben's life I'm telling the truth!
Daniel shows up big-time on my gaydar- which hasn't been wrong yet, has it?
And I swear he looks at you all the time. He might not realise it, but I
think he fancies you Alex," I said truthfully.

Alex sniffed, the threat of tears fading. "You really think so?" he
asked. I nodded. "He's gorgeous isn't he?" he said, smiling.

It was perhaps not the word I'd have chosen- he was tall alright, but he
was a bit thin and bookish looking- but not in an unhealthy way. And he did
have fine features, clear skin and big brown eyes. And Alex did seem to
like tall, lean boys- albeit based on a track record of one.

"He's good looking, alright," I conceded. "Not my type though."

"What is your type?" Alex asked.

"Ben," I said simply. Alex laughed.

"Oh, you've got it bad, haven't you?" he said. I grinned sheepishly. I
supposed he was right.

We spent the rest of the morning and early afternoon chatting, talking a
lot about television- which I was only passingly aware of recently, but
could keep up a conversation with him on- and books, which we both liked
but had widely varying tastes- Alex was a sci-fi/fantasy nut, I preferred
action-adventure, war and the occasional thriller. Stephanie knocked to
enquire at one point if Alex would be staying for lunch. Alex said yes, if
that was OK. She assured him it was- absolutely fine- but thought he would
want to have lunch with his family. I gave Stephanie a look and an almost
imperceptible shake of the head to warn her off, but the faux-pas was
made. She garbled something about it being nice to see friends too, she
supposed and slunk off quickly. I looked back to Alex, who had tears in his
eyes.

"Are you OK, mate? Sorry about that, you know what olds are like," I said.

Alex just sat on the bed looking very small and vulnerable. Although he was
an inch or two taller than Ben, his skinniness and submissive body language
made him seem much smaller, even though he was obviously older when he
spoke. He was silent now though, so he seemed like a tiny child next to
me. I put an arm around his shoulder, and he began to cry- and I mean
REALLY cry! His weeping storm was almost as bad as I had been at my
worst. I heard the door open, and Ben came in. He sat on the other side of
Alex and put his arm around his shoulder. Alex cried even harder, and sort
of collapsed against me. Ben and I held him tight and soothed him until he
calmed down.

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" he stammered as he recovered, trying to shake us
off him and wipe his nose at the same time. We each kept an arm around his
shoulders.

"It's OK mate, believe me- Ben could tell you a few stories about me losing
it," I said, trying to lighten the tone.

"I... I don't know what came over me," he said. "It's just... you've had a
rougher time than me, but I'm a bit jealous of you. You have this lovely
home, great family, the other kid in the house is so terrific you've fallen
in love with him and you've made friends at school straight away. I live in
a shit house with a shit aunt who doesn't seem to care, a shit cousin who
just gets drunk, screws random guys and hits me, the only boy I've tried to
kiss turns out to be the nastiest bastard alive and before you came along I
had no friends."

He was crying hard again now, gasping his rant out between sobs.

"I'm so sorry, Alex, I'm so sorry!" I said, rocking him slowly.

I had no idea things had been so bad for him- I'd known the individual bits
but hadn't really put the whole picture together. He really was having a
bad time- and while I would learn to deal with my grief, his problems would
continue. I vowed to be a true friend to Alex- not out of pity, but because
I genuinely liked him and didn't want him to be lonely. I only wished I
could help him somehow. I could do nothing about the home, the aunt, the
cousin, the rejection by Malcolm and the difficulty making friends- but I
COULD be a friend.

"I'm your friend now, though Alex- I wouldn't have told just anyone about
Ben. And you'll find someone to be with- someone so much better than that
arsehole Malfoy!" I insisted.

"You could hardly find worse," Ben muttered. I think he had meant to say
that in his head, but somehow it just popped out. Alex looked at the
handsome boy and laughed through a sob.

"Thanks, Ben- I can see why David likes you so much. You're right- thank
you, both of you," Alex said. "You shouldn't have to put up with me crying
in your room Ben- thank you."

"I hate seeing people hurting," Ben said, as if that explained everything.

"Well, thank you anyway," Alex repeated. "If you're going to be with David,
it would be good if we could be friends too- and I think you're really
nice. Friends?"

"Sure!" Ben said firmly. I grinned at my two favourite young men, my best
friend and my lover. A few weeks ago I didn't even know they existed. Now I
couldn't imagine life without either of them.

Alex had recovered sufficiently when Sunday dinner (traditional roast
dinner) came along. He was quiet and largely monosyllabic at the table, but
didn't seem on the verge of another breakdown. Afterwards he, Ben and I
chatted for a bit in our room- it turned out the light of my heart shared
Alex's love of sci-fi and fantasy books- and he left as it began to get
dark. Ben played on his computer and I read until we were told to get ready
for bed. We shared another mind-blowing sixty-nine before falling asleep in
his bed. He slept next to me this time- apparently he had woken up with a
crook in his neck that morning and wanted to sleep flat to try and get rid
of it.

Time passed, as it will do, and before I realised it a month had passed. My
routine became settled. My friendships with the five boys I had got to know
became stronger. I was closer to some than others. Mouse and Alex were the
boys I got on best with. I went over to Mouse's house a few times- once Ben
came with me to to see his friend, Mouse's brother Ross. It felt strange to
call him 'Tom', his real name, because he didn't want his family to hear
the affectionately derogatory nickname. He remained 'Mouse' to me
though. Aside from me, Alex was closest to Daniel (no surprise). Martin and
Jason were almost two peas in a pod, although to look at them they could
hardly differ more.

Lessons continued, and I seemed to muddle through adequately for most
subjects- Alex was vastly better at everything, of course, but he was
better than everyone else too, so it was OK. By the time mid-January had
become mid-February, I was at exactly the same stage as everyone else- not
behind, not ahead. The only subjects I genuinely excelled in were Music- I
just 'got it', and my singing got me through the performance elements with
ease- and English, which I simply loved. I like words- call me strange.

The choir continued. I still missed my old choir, which was still clearly
better- largely because of the girls, who had strengthened the upper two
parts, particularly the altos- boys whose voices were about to or actually
in the process of breaking just can't do as good a job, in my humble
opinion. As the concert approached, Mr Andrews gave me a solo part for the
'Messe de Minuit', and I nearly burst with gratitude. I blessedly felt no
further sadness from the 'Cantique de Jean Racine', and thoroughly loved
the piece. Rehearsals remained enjoyable, and I even managed not to be
distracted by Ben for at least ten minutes at one point. Bumble became a
bizarre icon to me- he was so wonderfully eccentric and genuinely likeable,
and he was such a talented choirmaster that he earned my genuine respect. I
still called him Bumble though.

Our rugby matches went broadly well- out of the four games over that month,
we won three and drew one. None were as spectacular as my first, but I
enjoyed them and I did fairly well, I thought. I only got onto the
scoresheet once in those four games- a maul which broke down left a gap for
me to run into, and the scrum-half obligingly fed me to run all of three
yards to the line. Martin continued to be an absolute star, even getting a
hat-trick of tries in one game. Mouse was my- and the rest of the pack's-
hero, though- the short, stocky Scot was a colossus in the front row, an
absolute destroyer, and didn't seem to know pain or fear on the pitch. In
the game we drew, it was largely down to his determination that we would
NOT lose which drove us forward with one last push to equalise in the dying
minutes, then rolled the opposition back as they tried to snatch the lead
again as the clock ran out. Jason continued to be the superstar of year 10
football, scoring for fun against all comers. The attacking prowess of the
team was such that they won all their fixtures that month, one bizarre
fixture finishing 8-4 in a game which would, if covered by TV, have Ian
Wright waxing lyrical about the attacking football and Alan Hansen
lambasting the "shocking defending".

Wednesdays after school, John and I would watch Ben's football or rugby
matches. Ben improved no end with a little help from me, and was quickly
moved from centre in the second team to number eight in the first, where he
began to excel. Some of his team-mates weren't great, and out of the two
matches they narrowly won one and lost the other heavily, but Ben played
well in both games. He did better in football, playing as an all-action
midfielder. His team won both matches, Ben scoring in the second,
convincing win over the school who were apparently our biggest rivals. Alex
came to that game- I'm not sure whether it was for the football, which he
had no interest in, or to avoid going home by spending time with me, but I
appreciated it no end, and Ben was thrilled.

I saw Alex and Daniel becoming closer. I now knew for certain that Alex
fancied the tall Jewish boy rotten, and Alex was not particularly good at
concealing it. I was fairly sure that Martin and Jason didn't notice, but
as the time wore on I think Mouse guessed. In my fifth week at the school,
he asked if I thought Alex fancied Daniel. I shrugged non-committally and
said I didn't know for sure (i.e.- I lied) but agreed it seemed that
way. Daniel was harder to fathom. He was naturally more reserved, and was
not out of the closet if he was even gay, but he did seem to be getting
very close to Alex, and occasionally he would get a slightly vacant
expression as he looked at him- almost as if he were thinking of Alex in a
different context. Naked, perhaps? Time would tell. He had to work out for
himself if he liked boys and in particular Alex.

At the end of that fifth week, I came out to the sextet. Alex and Mouse
knew, of course, while the other three who hadn't known looked surprised
and said they would never have guessed. They seemed to accept it and didn't
treat me any differently thereafter- although Martin couldn't resist a joke
about how I really hadn't been lucky- "gay AND Welsh? Poor bastard...". If
only he knew how happy I was with my love life, he wouldn't be so quick to
laugh.

I became even more in love with Ben as time went by. His developing body
still drove me absolutely wild every time I saw it, more than ever each
time. He seemed to look older every day, his muscles becoming bigger and
hair sprouting in new places- I relished every new change, my beautiful boy
slowly becoming a man. His tender, serious character was what really made
me love him rather than just lust for his body. I would still have low
moments, particularly at night, at least once or twice a week. They weren't
so much sobbing storms, as soft, lamenting weeps. He would hold me while
they burned themselves out, and always knew what to say. We continued to
make love at least twice a day, usually three or four times- we were horny
adolescents and as much as we loved each other, we lusted fiercely after
the other too. We only had full anal sex once a week- partly because it was
still a little painful for Ben, but mainly because neither of us could keep
the volume down, so it had to be saved for when the rest of the family went
out shopping on Saturday afternoons. We enjoyed a healthy amount of
rimming, finger fucking and oral sex in various combinations and positions-
except in the morning, when we always shared a sixty-nine. We both wanted
the other's sperm to be our first meal of the day.

I built my relationships with my guardians and Anna, who I would help with
reading once a day, and we would usually have breakfast together on
Sundays- Coco Pops, naturally. I began to feel a genuine affection for the
little girl. I realised I loved her like a real sister a few months after
this, when she told a friend of hers that I was her brother. I admit I shed
a tear at the time. The foundations of that bond were laid in that first
five weeks. I found myself becoming fiercely protective of her, and was
genuinely glad she was in my life.

Stephanie and John were my rocks in that early period. While it was Ben who
I was closest to, they were the foundation of my life now, and I frequently
depended on them- mainly John, when we went outside to smoke. I felt I
could ask him things I couldn't ask anyone else- not that I didn't trust
Alex and Ben and the others, but they were kids like me, and I needed adult
support. I grudgingly realised that, as much as I felt like I was growing
up, I wasn't a man yet. That I had someone I could learn adulthood from
helped me no end though. I still missed my parents terribly, and they could
never replace them, but they were outstanding in their own right. I was
grateful for them. I had some pangs of guilt that I was betraying their
trust by having sex with their son, but I pushed them to the back of my
mind- we were in love, it wasn't some torrid molestation, after all. Ben
was very mature mentally for his age and had made it abundantly clear he
wanted what we were doing, so I largely ignored those feelings.

On the Saturday after my fifth week at the school, Ben and I had made
passionate love when the others were out, each of us depositing his seed
deep inside the other's love tunnel. After we had cleaned up and the others
were back, they gave me a lift to the station. I took the train back to
London for the first time since the move. I was going to Steve's for his
fifteenth birthday party, and would be staying overnight- my first night
away from Ben. It was a typical fifteenth I suppose- all of us too young to
be allowed a totally unsupervised house party- the obvious risk of smoking,
drinking, drug-taking and (heaven forbid) sex dissuading his parents from
that possibility. Instead, a few of his best friends- including me- were
taken out to a posh meal in central London, and on our return to his place,
more of his friends showed up for a 'gathering'. That is, his parents
supplied certain amounts of food and drink (no booze) and we camped in part
of his house and were left largely alone while his parents hid in their
study, occasionally coming out to make sure there was no smoking, drinking,
drug-taking or sex taking place.

The whole thing was a little bit lame, and Steve looked daggers at his
parents whenever they intruded, but for my part it was great to see most of
my old friends again. People politely refrained from the subject of my
parents, but quizzed me on my new home and school. I was caught somewhere
between talking them up and deriding them- I didn't want to sound like I
was glad to be gone, but at the same time I wanted people to realise I was
doing OK- under the circumstances. The girls fussed over me, mothering me
slightly, until they got bored and the conversation moved on. One of my
best female friends, Laura, and I sneaked out into the garden for a
discreet cigarette.

"You really OK, David?" she asked. "We were all a bit worried about you,
y'know. We heard what happened and then you were gone before we could
really talk. You alright?"

Laura and I had been friends for almost all our lives- we went to the same
nursery, the same primary school and the same secondary school. We had been
in the same class since we were three years old. We weren't particularly
close, but we knew each other really well. I trusted her.

"Yeah, I'm OK- it still hurts when I think about it- I guess I will for
ages. But I'm alright. I wish I was still down here-kind of. I mean, I like
my guardians and their two kids, I'm making friends and school's OK," I
said. Laura made comedy retching noises- she was not a lover of
school. "But it's not home yet. But I'm getting there."

"I'm really glad," she said simply.

We had finished smoking. She slipped a hand in mine. I saw her looking at
me. I had a feeling this was about to get awkward.

"I've missed you, David- really missed you," she breathed, her voice
suddenly low and husky- seductive, in an inexperienced, fifteen-year-old
way. "I didn't realise how much I cared about you until you were gone."

She moved closer. I looked at her sideways and smiled a little, not really
sure what to do. I had a feeling the girl was coming on to me- no one had
ever done that before though, so I wasn't sure. Certainly no girls had. If
I was right, oh, was she barking up the wrong tree!

"You're really special to me," she whispered, and moved her lips towards
mine, and brushed a kiss on my lips. I resisted the urge to yank away- that
would hurt her feelings. I brought a finger up to her lips, and lightly
pushed them away.

"Erm, Laura, I'm flattered, really I am... but..." I began. She pulled
away.

"But you've got someone? Or you just don't fancy me?" she said, sounding
hurt.

"No, it's not that- well, it is but not how you think," I said, a smile on
my face to try and comfort her. "Laura, you're really pretty, and any boy
would be mad to turn you down- any straight boy, anyway. That's the
problem. I'm not."

She blinked and looked at me hard. "You mean... you're..." she said.

"Gay? Yes. Totally. So that's why I'm turning you down- not because of you,
because of me," I said.

Suddenly she laughed, and hugged me in a friendly way.

"Well, it is me, kind of," she said. "I guess I've just got the wrong stuff
in my underwear!"

"Seriously, if I was straight I'd be in there like a shot," I said. "Still
friends? No hard feelings?"

"Of course not!" she said. "My fault for embarrassing you. Can
you... y'know... keep this between us?"

"Sure. The others don't know about me- I'll tell them soon enough, but can
you let me do it?"

"Of course," she said, and with a last hug we went back inside.

I slept over at Steve's, and while I didn't have any tears, being back in
my old haunts had stirred up the grief again, and I desperately longed for
Ben- not for sex, just to be held and hold him. I managed to sleep
eventually, curled up on a camp bed in Steve's room. I awoke early and
Steve was snoring thunderously. I exercised quietly while he slept. It felt
strange to do it clothed and alone- it had been Ben and me together, naked,
for weeks now. Eventually Steve woke up and we had breakfast. He walked me
to the train station, talking incessantly- I say 'we', as usual it was him
talking and me listening, mainly, but it was good to see him again. I got
the train back, phoning John when I was a stop away so he could meet me at
the station in the car.

When I got out of the station, I saw Ben had come with John. John offered
me the front seat, but I got in the back with Ben. I wanted to be close to
him. Back at the house, I said hello to the girls, then I went upstairs to
unpack. I asked Ben if he could come and help me, winking at him with my
back to his parents to know why I really wanted him with me. He smiled and
agreed, following me to our room.

The second the door was shut and locked, I threw my overnight bag on my bed
and grabbed Ben, pulling him into my arms and kissing him passionately. We
held the kiss for a good ten minutes before breaking for air.

"I missed you so much last night," I said. "I just wanted you with me. To
hold you, to smell you and to feel your warmth. I love you, Ben, I hate
being away from you."

"I missed you too," he said. "I was lonely last night. It's the first time
I've slept alone since you arrived- it was really strange. I love you too."

We kissed again. My hands began to roam over his body, and he promptly
dropped one of his smaller mitts into my flies, whipping my already rock
hard cock out, not bothering to undress me. He pushed me onto his bed, and
dropped to his knees in front of me. He dived onto my cock. By now he could
take my whole length into his throat, and he set about doing so as quickly
as he could without gagging. He sucked me hard, licking up and down and
around my helmet, tickling the lip of my retracted foreskin and tonguing my
helmet and piss slit hard. I yanked my top off and pulled him off me,
pulling him up to kiss him. We quickly shed our clothes, and I lay him down
on the bed. I crouched over his face, and he took my cock into his throat
again, his nose nestling against my hanging balls. I leant forward and
swallowed his perfect, circumcised rod. He was producing a little more
precum now, and I lapped at the delicious liquid. I ran my tongue over his
circumcision scar, knowing how wild that drove him, and he promptly wrapped
his smooth, muscular thighs around my face, gripping me hard. He was
bobbing rapidly on my cock, bashing my balls with his nose as he rose to
take my whole length. He slipped a finger into my arse and began to
stimulate my prostate. I suppressed a moan, and slid my own middle finger
into his anus. He wasn't sore, despite our vigorous lovemaking of the
previous day, and he arched his back in pleasure as I found his magic
button. I became lost in the feelings sweeping my body- his rock hard,
silky cock filling my mouth, my finger planted in his gripping arsehole, my
other hand stroking his velvet scrotum and the precious treasures inside,
his hot thighs gripping my face, his finger stroking the magic button in my
arse and most of all his hot, wet mouth wrapped around my throbbing cock. I
lost control all to soon, just as he filled my mouth with his sweet nectar,
and I came hard right in his throat. Afterwards, we cuddled up and kissed,
just enjoying each other's closeness. He was bliss, he was heaven- and he
was mine. My prince, my soulmate, my love- my silver lining.


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David seemed to have settled well into his new life. His beautiful
boyfriend Ben and he totally adored each other. He had friends, a home and
a family- or he would as soon as he realised it.

I, on the other hand, had little of this. I had no one to call my own, and
felt a desperate need to be with someone. My family was rubbish- my aunt
was useless and distant and I hated my cousin with a holy passion. The
little group David called 'the sextet' was really a quintet with a
hanger-on. David was a real friend, but I didn't feel very close to most of
the others. I did however want to be close to one of them in particular.
Very close. I felt myself falling in love with the boy with big brown eyes
and an astonishing mind- almost as smart as me, in fact. His name is
Daniel.

I'm Alex, and David has been kind enough to let me tell the bit of the
story where things happened for me. How my miserable life, my cloud, got
bearable- how I found my very own silver lining. It may not work out how
you think...



To be continued...



This is most definitely not the end. Alex and David both have a their own
parts of the story to tell. Alex reveals to us the misery of his life, and
how it got better- but does he get together with Daniel?

David's life must continue too, and he will tell us of his relationship
with Ben. There is much more to come.

This may be the last instalment for a while, as they each take a while to
write and I've got a few things to do. Rest assured, there will be more
chapters as soon as I can write them.

Feedback, comments and suggestions are always welcome and greatly
appreciated, and may shape the future of the story. I can be emailed at

xenophon66@hotmail.co.uk

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