WARNING:

This story may contain descriptions of sexual acts between boys of similar
ages.  If this is not to your tastes, please leave now (unless you want to
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The characters in this story are fictional and any resemblance to people,
living or otherwise, is purely coincidental. The mention of Scouting is in
no way a reflection on the Associations in any country and any activities
that they may or may not participate in. It is used purely to embellish the
story line.

Classification: bb mast fant

Simon's Story

Simon was your typical Eastender, strong minded and acted pretty tough and
in his case, not without good cause. He moved to Woking, a Surrey town a
couple of years ago and has had it pretty rough.  Now, just after his 13th
birthday, he had another crisis to cope with.  One that other boy's have
also had to face. He was starting to feel his sexual orientation.
	He was a good looking boy, about 5 feet 6 tall and weighed around
100 - 110 pounds with brown short hair and the clearest blue eyes. His slim
build belied his strength. To all intents and purposes he appeared gangly.
He was an only child from a stable but not very well off family and was
always getting in to trouble at school because of his quick temper, but
despite his ability to look after himself physically, he had trouble when
it came to his emotions.
	It all started one day in the showers after a PE lesson. He was
scanning his class mates.  Something most of us have done at one time or
another. When he started to wonder why he was doing it? It made him feel a
bit uncomfortable but he shrugged it off, thinking no more about it.
	Later that evening whilst he was laying in bed his mind took him
back to the scene and he felt a stirring in his boxers. His mind was
displaying pictures of his mates, naked, in the showers.  This started to
scare him. "Why was he thinking about naked boys?" No matter how he tried
to shake the pictures form his head. They wouldn't budge. His 4 inch uncut
boy hood, now standing proudly through the fly of his boxers, was crying
out for attention. "No," he thought, "Not while I can't shift these
pictures.  It's not right. It's not normal." He fell asleep fighting to
restrain himself both physically and mentally. Despite his efforts he awoke
the following morning to a cold wet sticky feeling. "Shit!" He said to
himself out loud. "Mum'll kill me!"
	Just at that moment the door opened and his dad walked in. "Come
on. Get your arse out of bed, it's a school day." His dad started to pull
the covers off of him. Simon fought to keep them but didn't really stand a
chance.  As the covers flew across the room, Simon blushed. Besides his
morning erection, his wet dream became apparent. Simon bolted for the
bathroom trying to tuck himself away as he evaded his dad. His dad on the
other hand, felt quite proud and also quite sad.  Proud because his son was
growing up but also sad because he had embarrassed him.
	"It's alright son." His father said through the now locked bathroom
door. "The same thing has happened to all of us guys at some time or other.
We'll talk about it later when I get home form work. Ok?" There was no
answer.  His father went down stairs and warned Simon's mother about
accident.
	Simon was still in the bathroom whilst all of this was going on.
His embarrassment was obvious as he glanced at himself in the mirror. He
heard his father's voice out side and then it was gone. Simon slowly
removed his cold and sticky boxers. The mess didn't worry him too much; it
was the thoughts and pictures he had the previous night that did. "Did they
have anything to do with his current predicament or was it just an
accident." His conscience started pricking him. He knew it wasn't an
accident but the other option scared the shit out of him. "Was he?
. . . No he wasn't even going to think it. He couldn't be, he liked girls
for heaven sake. He just couldn't be!"
	He slipped out of the house afraid to even speak to his mother.
School was even more difficult. He tried to act his usual self but his mind
kept wandering and so did his eyes. A cute bum, a good looking face. He
seemed to be in more trouble than ever that day. It wasn't the normal
trouble either. Usually he worked hard in class and the trouble was
playground based but today it was the other way around. He just couldn't
concentrate. He was confused and scared.
	"Simon. Simon," Robert called. "Wait up."
	"What is it?"
	"You commin' out tonight?"
	Simon spun around and punched Robert, whack, straight in the face.
Robert fell backwards from the impact. Blood started running from his nose.
His eyes were all fuzzy. He stood up wiping them and the blood from his
face but Simon had vanished, ran off. "Bastard!" He shouted. "I'll get you,
you cunt!" He started to calm down, "That's not like him. He usually stops
to gloat," he thought to himself as he tried to work out what he had done
to upset Simon.
	Simon didn't go straight home. Instead he went in to a near-by
copse. An unusual sight in the middle of a busy town. He sat down, tears
streaming from his eyes. "How had Robert known?  Was it that obvious?" On
top of all his other problems, he had decked his best mate, probably the
only person who he could have talked to. "Why?" He screamed at the top of
his voice. He heard a twig crack behind him. He turned quickly as he stood
up.  "What you cryin' for?" A small voice asked him. It was a small boy,
may be 5 or 6 years old.  "I just beat my best mate up. I didn't mean
to. It just happened." Simon sobbed.
	"Don't cry. I don't like it when people cry."
	Simon sat down again and the boy came closer, stood behind him and
put his arms around his neck. His skin felt so soft with a sort of downy
fluff covering his arms. He felt the boys belly and ribs against his back.
The distraction caused Simon to stop crying and the little boy cheered up.
He released Simon and walked round. Now standing in front of Simon was a
skinny little boy wearing a dirty black and white striped football shirt,
and black shorts. For some reason Simon put his arms out and the boys
stepped forward and sat on his lap. Simon wrapped an arm round the boy and
tussled his hair with his free hand.  Here he was, sat on a log in a copse
with a boy he didn't even know sitting on his lap. "What the hell am I
doing?" He thought.
	He started tickling the boy, who quite naturally started laughing.
It got to the stage where the boy ended up laying on his back on the ground
with Simon kneeling between his legs. Every so often the boy would bring
his knees up. When this happened Simon's eyes immediately tried to focus on
the boy's crotch, peering up the leg of his baggy shorts. After a few
seconds, Simon realised what he was doing. "I better be going. I've got
home work to do." He told the boy.
	"Do y'ave to?"
	"Yep. I don't want to get into trouble." Simon stood up and waved
to the boy as he left. He was scared things would get out of hand if he
stayed. That thought scared him. He wasn't some monster. He was a regular
guy.
	"Robert phoned," his mum told him as he closed the back door. "Have
you two been fighting again? He sounded angry."
	"Thanks," he said avoiding the question.
	Simon went straight up to his room. His mum had sorted out the
accident he had had that morning. He changed out of his school clothes in
to his jeans and baggy tee-shirt, after flicking on the radio. The music
drifted across his room as he sat there and listened, it was Queen singing
Bohemian Rhapsody. He started thinking more about the music. "That's me all
over. A queer singing along to Queen." This last thought hit him like a ton
of bricks. It was the first time he had thought of himself as anything
other than normal. It scared him but not as much as it did last night.  Was
the idea of being gay growing on him? Or was he just accepting reality? The
song had finished and some rap tune was playing. He turned the radio off
and settled in to his home work.
	About an hour later there was a gentle knock on his door. "Can I
come in son?" His father asked.
	"Sure, I'm only doing homework." Simon replied trying to hide the
fact he didn't really want to talk.
	"About this morning," his father started, "I shouldn't pull the
sheets off of you the way I usually do."
	"Why not? You do it every morning."
	"This morning wasn't quite like every other morning, was it?" Simon
flushed in response.  "It's ok." His father put a hand on his shoulder. "As
I said. It's happened to us all at some time."  Simon knew his dad was
going in to his 'birds and bees' speech. He had been avoiding it for ages
now, but this time he didn't think he could wriggle out of it. His dad
wasn't very good at this sort of stuff; he could hear the tension in his
voice.
	When he had finished, Simon just smiled and said, "Thanks dad." He
let the matter drop. His dad stood up and headed for the door. Simon was
glad his dad didn't know the real reason behind his accident. "I don't
think either of us could have handle that, at the moment." He finished his
homework and went down stairs. "Can I phone Robert?" He shouted out.
	"Is your homework done?" Came the reply.  "Yep"
	"Ok, but keep it short."
	He dialled the number and listened. "Hi, Robert speaking."
	"It's Simon. Can we meet tonight?"
	"Why? So you can bust my nose up again?"
	"No . . . I'm sorry about that . . . I really need to talk." He
said truthfully.
	"Where?" Came an abrupt reply.
	"Some where quiet. How about the small park?"
	"Yea. About 7:30. Ok?"
	"Ok. See you later." Simon put the phone down. "What the hell am I
going to say to him.  I've got to talk to someone about the way I've been
feeling or I'll crack up." He thought.
	Simon got to the park a little early and was sat on the bench when
Robert, who had sneaked up on him, hit him hard round his right ear.
	"What the fuck!" Simon started, but then realised it was Robert,
who probably had more right than any one else at that moment to be angry
with him.
	"That was for this afternoon you BASTARD!"
	Simon just sat there and took the abuse. Normally he'd have been up
and fighting by now.  "What's wrong?" Robert enquired. He knew almost
straight away that something serious was bothering his friend.
	"I need to talk to you. I'm scared!"
	Robert sat down by his side. He was being much too serious. It made
him nervous. "What is it?" He said in a quieter voice.
	"Have you noticed anything different or unusual about me lately?"
	"Apart from day dreaming a lot in class and being even more touchy
than normal. Nothing much. Why?"
	After making Robert swear an oath to die, Simon went on, "I think
I'm different."
	"You are. We all are, but you're the only boy in our year that
takes on sixth formers and wins. The rest of us just get our arses kick,
good style."
	"No! . . Oh, just shut up and listen. This is hard enough as it
is." Simon paused, "I keep getting a boner and having weird thoughts."
	"Don't worry about it. It keeps happening to me too. It's our age.
We're supposed to."
	"Yea, but not keep thinkin' about boys though!"
	"You mean like scanning everyone when we're showering and
remembering the pictures in your head."
	"Yea. How did you know?"
	"I've been doin' that for a while now. Scary ain't it!"
	"Yea. Doesn't it worry you?"
	"Nah. A quick pull and I forget about it."
	"Do you ever want to do any thing more?"
	"Nah. That'd be gay. Why d' you?" Simon flushed. "Oh I see, or at
least, I think I do. Is that why you hit me this afternoon when I asked
about commin' out tonight?"
	"Yea. Stupid isn't it." Simon was really down about the whole thing
by now but felt a bit better after having confided in Robert. He knew he
could trust him, besides Robert had confided in him in the past. Robert
moved closer to his friend and carefully put an arm around his shoulders.
"Don't get the wrong idea."
	Simon jabbed him in the ribs with his elbow, "Cut the crap. I'm
serious. This scares the shit out of me!"
	"So how do you feel about me?"
	Simon looked at Robert for a moment trying to see if he was serious
or just taking the piss.  "I don't know. You're my best friend. Your cute
but you've got a big belly." He said with a chuckle as he wobbled Robert's
belly with his hand. Robert brought his fist down hard on Simon's thigh.
	"Ow! That hurt."
	"It was supposed to. You know how I feel about my tummy."
	I should explain. Robert and Simon were both about the same age but
Robert was only 5 feet 2 and 90 pounds with fair hair and a cuddly belly.
He was also the quiet shy type, except when Simon was around, that is.
	The boys sat there quietly for a short time. "Simon. Have you ever
touched another kid up?"
	"No way! I don't even like feeling the way I do, so, I'm fucked if
I'm going to do anything about it."
	"I was playing with myself." Robert said blushing slightly. " He
caught me and asked what I was doin' and said he would tell on me if I
didn't do him too."
	Simon looked at Robert in disbelief. "You. . . You're pulling my
pisser."
	"Come on. It was just as hard for me to tell you as it was for you
to tell me."
	Simon put his arm around Robert's shoulders and tussled his hair
with his free hand before absent-mindedly letting it drop on to his thigh.
Robert looked down at Simon's hand. Simon quickly pulled his hand back.
"Sorry."
	"It felt strange, but not uncomfortable. Do you know what I mean?"
	"I think so. A bit like cummin' for the first time, I suppose."
	"Yea." Robert flushed slightly not really knowing how it felt.
	Some of the older yob's were starting to hang around the park now
that it was getting dark.  Simon and Robert looked at each other, stood up
and left the park. They split up at the end of Robert's road.
	"See ye tomorra, Simon."
	"At school?"
	"I s'pose so. Bye"
	"Bye."
	As Simon walked away he couldn't shift the picture of Robert
playing with his little brother.  He was only 10 and a half, but what a
picture. He chuckled to himself. "Big hand, little dick." He thought as he
burst out laughing. He got home well before curfew. "Must be the first time
in history." He thought.
	Later that evening, Simon was laying in bed when the picture of
Robert and his little brother drifted back in to his head. His interest was
aroused, to say the least, as his hand gently curled around his favourite
toy. He started to play with it, slowly at first, but as his imagination
developed the picture in his mind, so the pace increased. There was some
thing wrong with the picture though.  He couldn't see it straight away but
after a few seconds he realised it wasn't Robert's brother at all. It was
himself! Writhing and squirming with all the pleasure Robert's hand could
muster. He picked up his own pace. His free hand was gently stroking around
his chest then down to his thighs and back to his chest. His body was
tensing ready for the great event. He grabbed for his hanky as a wave of
pure pleasure swept over his body. Time after time the wave swept over him
until he was worn out. He lay there for a few minutes as his senses
returned along with his guilt.
	He awoke early the next morning and checked his bed. "No accidents
today." He thought and just lay waiting for his father to come in. There
was a gentle knock at the door just before his father came in. "All ok this
morning?"
	"Yea." Simon replied as the ritual of blanket pulling started.
Simon never won this game despite giving it his best shot. After his turn
in the bathroom he headed downstairs and breakfast.  He eventually left the
house and headed off to school. He saw Robert a little way in front of him.
The guilt about his dream, or was it a fantasy, the previous night
surfaced. Normally he would have shouted for him to wait. This morning he
didn't. Robert was about to cross the road when he saw Simon. He waited for
him to catch up.
	As they crossed the road, Robert started talking. He wasn't his
usual happy self. "What's up?" Simon questioned.
	"I had a weird dream last night. We were both in it."
	"Me too." Simon responded "What were we doing?"
	"I can't say. It's too embarrassing."
	"It involved what you did with your brother didn't it, only it
wasn't your brother." Simon left it at that. He had a funny feeling Robert
had the same dream.
	"How did you know?"
	"I had the same dream. How do you feel about what happened?"
	"It's spooky. I mean both of us having the same dream."
	" How do you feel about what happened?" Simon questioned again.
	"I'm scared. I'm not gay. I was only the once with my brother,
that's all."
	"Relax, it was only a dream. Nothing really happened. How could it,
we were in different places." Simon tried to reassure his pal but wasn't
doing very well.
	"I don't want to talk about it any more." They dropped the subject
and walked the rest of the way to school almost silently. Simon had been
thinking about how his mate felt. He had an idea that Robert was going to
come up with some crap about him turning Robert gay.
	"After school we are going down to the library. Both of us. NO
arguments."
	Robert passed Simon a look of surprise and reluctantly agreed. The
two boys met at around 3:30 by the school gates and headed off. It took
Simon a while to find the book he was looking for.  He picked up the book
and took it and Robert to a nearby table. They sat down and after a few
moments Simon pointed out a paragraph near the start of the book and told
Robert to read it.
	A few minutes later Robert looked up. "How did you know that was
what I felt?"
	"I put myself in your position and thought about how I would
feel. I found out about the book in the school library the other day but
considered it too risky to read it there. That's why I made you come here
with me."
	"So," Robert began, "If you can't turn me gay, why did I have that
dream last night?"
	"I don't know. Perhaps, and I mean perhaps, you want to
experiment. Some boys, boys like us, do and most of them go on to have girl
friends and get married and stuff like that. Does that make you feel any
batter?"
	"I think so. But why?"
	"I don't know, but I think it's all part of growing up. How can you
please some one else if you don't know what makes you feel good? I guess
the girls go through a similar phase."
	Simon put the book back and they headed out on to the street. "Did
you see that old biddy behind the counter? She was staring at us all the
time. Do you think she knew?" Robert asked.
	"Nah. How could she? It more likely she knew what school we were
from and was worried we might wreck the place." Both boys had a good
laugh. They knew the reputation their school had for being rough and how
most of the locals kept a close watch over the kids.
	Robert and Simon parted. Being a Friday, they had Scouts that
night. "See you later Robert."
	"Yea, see ya later."
	Scouts started off as usual with flag break. After that, they
changed out of uniform and into activity gear. That's when things started
to go wrong. Simon was near one of the other boys when he casually glanced
at him. "A tight pair of red y-fronts with a respectable pouch," thought
Simon.  Unfortunately, it wasn't just a glance but more of a stare. He got
caught by the older boy and before he really knew what was going on the boy
was laying in to him. Simon reacted without thinking and two quick punches,
one to the nose and one to the stomach, and the boy was on the floor.
	Two of the leaders dashed over and dragged Simon off. Once it was
clear Simon was under control the second leader returned to the boy now
curled up on the floor with blood streaming from his nose.
	"He . . " Robert started to say when Simon raised his hand and
stopped him short.
	"Can we talk?" Simon asked nervously.
	"Yes!" Replied the leader sharply.
	"Not in here though. Some where quieter."
	"Go to the den and wait for me there." The leader said as he went
to check on the other boy and find out the other half of the story. Simon
did as he was told. He knew he had over reacted. The other boy hadn't hurt
him, he hadn't even come close.
	Simon waited in the den. His spirits were at rock bottom and
depression was setting in. The door opened with a creak and the leader
walked in and looked at Simon with a frown. Simon stood up and looked
nervously back. He could feel the tears welling up in his eyes, a feeling
he wasn't used to.
	"Robert told me you had some personal problems and that you have
been very edgy recently. What's it all about?"
	"I'm scared." Simon mumbled as his tears started to flow. He moved
towards the leader, a big built guy and around 6 feet 4 tall. Simon wrapped
his arms around him and buried his face into his chest. This made Simon
feel more secure but he knew he was still in trouble for hitting the other
boy. The leader spent nearly 30 minutes calming Simon down and finding out
exactly what had happened. He also realised that he was caught up in a
complex mixture of emotions. Finally satisfied he knew what had happened
and why, the leader called the other boy in. He explained that Simon had
problems and wasn't quite himself. The other lad being a bit older
understood what he was being told and accepted Simon's apology. He also
suggested that Simon's punishment be to sweep the floor and empty the bins
for the next five meetings. Normally the Patrol Leaders' Council would have
dealt with Simon and that would have meant suspension at least. The leader
had to confirm it but the suggestion sounded reasonable under the
circumstances. By the end of the meeting Simon had been summoned before the
PLC and was left in no doubt what would happen next time he was involved in
a fight.
	Simon and Robert walked home after the meeting, "Thanks for not
telling him everything."  Simon said.
	"You know I couldn't do that but I had to do some thing or you
would have been kicked out."
	"I know. I had a good talk to the new leader. He may be old but he
seems easier to talk to.  What do you think?"
	"Yea, I know what you mean. I nearly said more than I should
have. He was so easy to talk to."
	"Don't I know it. I spilled my guts to him without meaning to."
	"What did he say?"
	"Nothing. Just that if I wanted to talk to him some more all I had
to do was say so. He also said to see him next week."
	"I wonder what that's all about?"
	"Who knows? See you tomorrow ok."
	"Yea. 'Bout 2:30 at your place."
	"Yep. See ya." The boys split up and headed for home. Later that
evening as Simon lay in bed he considered the events of the day. The dream
he and Robert had shared, the book in the Library and the incident at
Scouts. He began to realise just how much effect his feelings had on how he
interacts with others. Gees this was getting scary.
	His thoughts drifted into fantasy land and back to Robert. His body
started becoming aroused as his fantasy from last night went through his
mind again. His hand found his favourite toy which was starting to send
pleasing signals all over his body. His fantasy developed along the same
lines as last night but this time it was his turn to please Robert. He
tried to imagine every detail. He had his eyes closed tight, he held his
breath until he was forced to get some air into his body then he held it
again. He was tingling all over. He had that funny feeling in his groin. He
knew the time was getting close. In his mind, Robert's body was starting to
buck, his fists clenched by his sides and as Robert went into orbit, his
own joined it in reality. His activities had caused the bedding to fall off
to one side. He wasn't cold but could feel cold patches on his chest and
stomach. He just lay there for several minutes enjoying the after glow of
his latest experience. He slept soundly that night. It was the best nights
sleep he had had in long time.
	Saturday dawned fresh and clear. It was after 10 by the time Simon
got out of bed. He wandered downstairs. Both of his parents were doing the
weekly shopping, something Simon was glad to be excluded from. Traipsing
round from shop to shop looking for the best bargains. After finishing a
bowl of cereal he headed round to Joe's. Joe was known locally, amongst the
kids anyway, as the librarian. This was due to his seemingly endless supply
of porno mag's. He found a couple that looked interesting and headed home.
	It was still quiet when he arrived. Ten minutes later there would
be shopping to be put away and numerous other jobs that needed doing. He
didn't mind helping out because it meant his father could get away to the
pub and then the soccer match and his mum could visit auntie Flow that much
sooner, giving him the house to himself. Just as he predicted the front
door flew open as his parents staggered in fully loaded with shopping. He
set to and started putting things away. His parents never did work out why
he always mucked in and helped on Saturdays.
	He was watching out of the window when he saw Robert walking up the
path and opened the door for him. "Hi, how's it hangin'?" He asked half
expecting some sarcastic remark back.
	"Straight up and down."
	"I went to the librarian this morning."
	"Did ye get anything good?"
	"I did alright. A couple of good mag's with plenty of action."
	"Oh. I see. I thought you meant the library, not Joe's."
	"Where else would I go for mag's like that?"
	"Did you get any thing YOU would like?"
	"What from Joe, you must be kidding!" The boys dashed up to Simon's
room. Both eager to scan the mag's.
	Simon retrieved them from his hiding place. "What do you think of
these?" He said tossing them onto the bed.
	Robert scanned them quickly. "Not bad, not bad at all." Despite the
magazines having a well thumbed appearance, the pictures were graphic
enough to give them both a thrill and more besides.
	"Do you remember what we said we were going to do today?" Robert
asked.
	"Yep. Are you still on for it?"
	"Yea. I had a go with my dad's during the week."
	"Oh yea. Where?" Simon asked stroking his friends soft, smooth face
with the back of his hand not really knowing what he expected to feel.
	"Come on then." Robert said as he headed off to the bathroom. Once
in there Simon fumbled through the cabinet and produced a can of shaving
foam and a razor.
	"Hang on. I haven't done it with one of them before."
	"Ok, so we're evens then." Simon paused before starting to take his
tee-shirt off. "Come on slow coach. Get your shirt off." It wasn't long
before both boys were stood there naked from the waist up. Simon scanned
Robert's skinny chest and tight stomach. He could almost count all of his
ribs. Then there was his belly. "Wow what a bloater." He thought to himself
despite the fact that Robert's belly wasn't really that big.
	"Who goes first?" Robert asked nervously.
	"Same method as usual?" Simon suggested as they started three
rounds of paper, rock, and scissors.
	"You loose." Robert gloated.
	"Ok." Simon said as he turned the tap on and ran off some hot
water.
	"Mind your neck. I don't want to be sticking plasters all over it."
	"No prob.'s." Simon assured him as he started plastering the foam
over his neck and face.  "Here goes," he said as he gently started dragging
the razor down the skin under his nose. "This is a piece of cake." Which
wasn't really surprising as he only had a little peach fuzz.
	"You just concentrate on what you're doing."
	"Ok." After letting the razor glide a few more times over his face
he got over confidant and the inevitable "Shit!" was heard. Robert just
creased up with laughter. Simon glared at him and after a few more strokes
of the razor he had finished.
	"Only three nicks." Robert said with a broad grin on his face.
	"Your turn." Simon said as he handed the razor over to Robert and
ran some fresh water for him.
	"Here goes." He quipped as he lathered up his face and neck. A
couple of nick-free minutes later Robert washed his face off. "Piece of
cake." He added looking closely at his face in the mirror.
	"Smart arse." Simon responded. "Lets clean this place up and go
back to the mag's."
	"Yea." Robert said excitedly. With the bathroom almost back to
normal the boys headed off to the bedroom. Simon left carrying their
shirts.
	Simon sat on the chair to his desk whilst Robert lay back on the
bed. Despite all of the weeks developments both boys were still perfectly
comfortable with each others company. During the next few minutes all that
was heard from the boys were a multitude of juvenile comments, each trying
to out do the other.
	"Robert?"
	"Yea."
	"Have you got a boner?" Simon asked trying to make light of his
question.
	"Have I ever." Robert replied without really thinking about the
question. "Have you?"
	"No." He paused, "More of a scaffold pole actually."
	Robert giggled as he casually lowered his magazine. "Put that
fucking thing away." He started giggling again as he realised his play on
words. Simon wasn't quite so quick but joined in the laughter after a few
seconds.
	"Why should I?" He asked as he realised his friend was sitting
there staring at him.
	"It's embarrassing."
	"Is it really? So why are you staring at me?" He didn't get an
answer.
	Robert rather shyly started undoing his jeans then slipped both his
jeans and boxers down under his bum to his knees. "That's why!" He stated
as he showed Simon his boner. "Satisfied."
	Simon just sat there gently playing with himself. "What's wrong
with that? It may be slightly smaller than mine but it's what you do with
it that counts." He slipped his own jeans down below his knees and waddled
across to the side of the bed. Robert sat silently watching Simon. "Can I
uh?"  Simon asked as he pointed.
	"What?  Touch it?" Robert said as he became unsure weather he
really wanted his friend to touch his most private places.
	He nodded slowly whilst going red.
	Robert didn't answer. He smiled nervously which Simon interpreted
as yes. He reached over and very gently touched his friend. The moment his
finger touched, both boys felt as if they had just had an electric shock.
Simon got bolder and started using more of his hand. Robert released an
involuntary groan at the sheer pleasure. His doubts receded rapidly as the
pleasure of another's hand spread through him.
	Simon was preoccupied with sensations of his own. The feel of his
friend as he gently moved his hand. He continued slowly as he watched his
friends expression. Robert was laid flat on his back now with his eyes
closed tight and a huge smile on his face. Simon picked up the speed
slightly and his friend started groaning almost continually. The pleasure
was obvious on his face and it made Simon feel good that he could please
his friend.
	It wasn't long before Robert's body tensed up, his hands now making
and relaxing fists at his sides. Suddenly he started bouncing on the bed. A
scream rent the air as Robert experienced one of the most powerful
experiences he had ever had. Simon immediately released his grip on his
friend not sure if he had hurt him or what? Robert immediately took over
until he finally slumped in a heap on the bed. Totally exhausted. Simon
just let him lay there not really knowing what to do.  After a few minutes
his friend lifted his head and smiled.
	"Thanks . . . That was totally awesome." He said as he let his head
flop back down onto the pillow. It took a few more minutes before he was
strong enough to sit up.
	"This is another of our secrets." He replied smiling back at his
friend as he re-evaluated just how much he liked, no loved his friend.
	"It's your turn now." Robert said. He wasn't sure about what he was
going to do, but knew he must repay his friend for pleasure he had just
given him.
	"You mean you'd do that for me?"
	"After that. You have got to try it!" He said trying to sound
confident.
	Simon slipped out of his jeans and boxers and climbed onto the bed
beside Robert. "I better warn you that this could get messy."
	"You don't say." Robert replied sarcastically as he too slipped his
remaining clothes off and knelt between Simon's legs. "Get ready for the
best trip of your life." Robert said as he nervously but gently touched his
friend. Simon just lay there, his hands at his sides and his eyes closed.
	Robert started moving his hand. Very gently at first but as he got
into a rhythm his hand tightened slightly and the speed picked up. He sat
there watching Simon's face as his pleasure mounted. Very gently he put his
left hand on Simon and started using his thumb too. Simon went wild as the
pleasure almost doubled. Very soon he had clenched his fists and his body
was as stiff as a board. Robert noticed Simon stiffen and suddenly his body
was bouncing up and down on the bed as he too had a powerful experience. It
was awesome to watch. He kept his hands going as Simon went wild. After a
few seconds Simon relaxed and Robert let him go. They were both covered in
Simon's release, it seamed to be every where including on his hand. He
examined it closely. It looked like single cream but not quite as white. It
was slippery like oil but not as greasy. He sniffed it. His mind reeled at
the new and exciting odour. He glanced at Simon. He still had his eyes
closed.  He tentatively stuck his tongue out and touched the substance on
his hand. Ugh, salty but then another more pleasant flavour came through.
"Not bad," he thought to himself.
	"I don't believe you just did that." Simon said as he lay there
propping his head and shoulders up on his elbows. Robert jumped.
	"Did what." He said as he dropped his hand down to his lap.
	"You tasted it."
	Robert blushed, redder than the reddest rose.
	"What did it taste like?"
	"Try it yourself." Robert mumbled as he knelt there like a little
kid that had been caught raiding the biscuit tin. He looked up just in time
to see Simon touching his tongue with a finger. His expression changed.
	"Salty." Then Simon smiled. "You describe it."
	"I can't." Simon said as he dipped his finger into the small puddle
on his chest for the second time then put it back to his lips. "I can't."
	Robert smiled "You were right. It did get messy."
	"Hello boys." Came a shout from down stairs.
	"Oh shit! My mum's home." Instant panic set in as the boys
scrambled for their clothes and Simon tried to clean himself up. "Hi
mum. How's auntie Flow?" Simon shouted down trying to hide the panic in his
voice.
	"Fine. Why don't you come with me next week and see for yourself."
	"No. It's ok thanks." Simon shouted back. Turning to Robert, "Phew,
that was close."
	"You're not kiddin'. I don't want to go through that again."
	Speaking more quietly now, "That was really something wasn't it?"
Simon asked.
	"You're not kidding! I've never felt that good before." Robert
flushed a little realising just how good Simon had made him feel. Sudden
doubt crossed his mind. Was he gay too?
	"It's ok. You were only experimenting." Simon said as he guessed
what was going through his friends mind. "We can do it again, can't we?"
	Robert paused before answering; "I don't know? I don't want to get
mixed up in none of that other stuff."
	"You only do what you want to." Simon said to reassure Robert. "I'm
not going to force you to do anything. I promise."
	"No but you can be pretty persuasive when you want to be. That's
what worries me."
	"Who, me? . . . Nah."
	"We've got camp coming up." Robert suggested, "Who knows?"
	With that the two boys headed down stairs and Robert left. Simon
returned to his room and tried to recall the feelings he had experienced
during the afternoon and consider the possibilities that camp could
present.
	Later that evening, "Simon, have you seen my razor?" His dad asked.
	"Isn't it in the cabinet?"
	"Oh yes." His dad replied, "But it's on the wrong shelf."
	"Oh shit." Simon thought. His father came through the living room
door and looked at him.
	"I see you've turned those zits into scabs." His father said taking
a closer look at Simon's face. "But other than that, not a bad job at all."
He said as he gently ran his fingers around his son's smooth face. Simon
flushed. "How did Robert get on?" His dad asked as he held Robert's vest
up, the name tape clearly showing inside the neck.
	Simon just sat there getting redder and redder. He knew there was
no escaping this one.  "Next time son, just ask, and I'll help you. It's
what dad's are for." Simon smiled at his dad. His reaction puzzled him some
what. He expected a telling off at least.
	That night, as he lay in bed, Simon decided to find out what else
gave him the 'tingles'. He tried all sorts and soon discovered that if he
very lightly ran his finger tips over the tops and inside his thighs his
excitement grew rapidly. He also noticed his nipples seemed to do some
thing for him but that came about by accident as the bed sheet gently moved
across his chest. "Wow," he thought as he started to play with his
favourite toy while he tried various combinations of touch and location. He
still couldn't recreate the feeling Robert had created earlier. It didn't
take as long this time for his excitement to peak. He barely had time to
grab a tissue to stop things from getting messy. He dozed off with a firm
grip around his favourite toy.
	He woke up. It was Sunday and the house was quiet. His dad would be
watching the football in the big park and his mother would be at Church. He
just lay there thinking about the last week and all that had happened to
him. "Could it be a phase he was passing through or was he really, was he
really gay?" He thought, "There I have used the word." He lazily crawled
out of bed and headed to the bathroom. His morning boner swaying as he
walked. He giggled as he caught sight of himself in the mirror. "What do
you look like?" He said aloud to himself as he turned and walked across to
the toilet. He aimed and the amazing feeling he was getting started him
thinking.
	He shook the last few drops and slipped out of his boxers before
moving across to the mirror. He chuckled quietly to himself as he stood
their pulling muscle man type poses. He checked his profile. His stomach
was flat even when he relaxed it. His chest was taught with each rib
showing a fairly well defined outline. He turned back as he gently started
brushing his nipples with his thumb. They stood up almost immediately. His
body shuddered at his own touch.
	He glanced down and saw his favourite toy hanging there and looking
very sorry for itself.  He opened his legs a little and started teasing his
thighs with his hands. Down the inside and up the outside. He let his hands
wander around the cheeks of his bum. All the while the tingling in his body
was building up. His excitement grew as he handled himself. It wasn't long
before it stared back at him in the mirror. It wasn't long before his
gentle exploration turned in to a full blown attack. His head was starting
to swim, his legs felt a bit wobbly as he stared at himself in the mirror.
As his excitement peaked he made a mess of the mirror. The next thing he
remembered was coming round on the floor. He felt strange all over. It
wasn't until he caught sight of himself in the mirror that he realised what
must have happened. "Gee's. That's never happened before." He thought as he
started to get up. He was still a bit unstable as he pulled the cloth out
from under the basin to clean the mirror.
	He was in the shower when some one knocked on the bathroom door.
"Are you in there son?" It was his mother's voice.
	"I'm in the shower."
	"Ok."
	Simon finished up and dried off. With out thinking he calmly opened
the door and walked across to his room. He dressed and went down stairs.
	"Do you want a cuppa?" Asked a voice from the kitchen.
	"Please," he replied as he headed in that direction. His mum was
stood at the sink filling the kettle as Simon wrapped his arms around her
waist and gave he a big hug accompanied by a kiss on the cheek.
	"Some one got out the right side of the bed this morning."
	"Who me? Never." He replied jokingly as he sat down. His mother
joined him and they sat there chatting for about twenty minutes about
nothing in particular. "Mum. How would you feel if I wasn't the same as
other boys?" Simon asked nervously.
	"Just the same love. You're my son. How do you mean 'wasn't the
same as other boys'?" She asked realising there was a reason behind the
question.
	"You know, different." Simon asked trying hard to find the right
words without being blunt.
	"I don't understand. What do you mean by different?"
	"Oh, I don't know . . . What if I didn't like girls in the same way
other boys do?"
	How do you mean love?"  "What if I was . . . gay?" He said quietly
trying to lessen the impact.
	"You talk total rubbish at times Simon. How can you be?"
	"I don't know? I just feel differently about girls than other
boys."
	"Don't talk rubbish! It's just a phase or some thing that you're
going through."
	"Oh how I hope it is, I hope it is!" Simon sighed. His mother just
sat there staring at him.
	"How do you know you feel differently to other boys? Have you asked
them?"
	"Only Robert. There's no-one else that I trust enough."
	"Don't worry son. You'll get over it." His mother said as she got
up and left the kitchen, sniffing a little as he went.
	Simon by this time was scared, very scared of what he had
started. But he had spoken the truth. What else could he have done?
	Simon left the house, scared and no longer sure of himself. He
headed for the one person that he felt understood him at that time,
Robert. He knocked on the door. A few seconds later it opened, "Hi Simon."
	"Hi squirt. Is Robert up yet?"
	"Nah, but you can go and wake him if you want."
	"Thanks." Simon slipped his trainers off and started up the stairs.
He was glad that Robert's brother didn't follow him up. Opening the door he
saw Robert laying there in bed. He looked so peaceful it was a shame he had
to wake him but needs must, as they say.
	Sitting gently down on the side of the bed Simon began gently
brushing his friends fair hair back off of his face. Robert stirred. Simon
continued stoking his head. "Morning sleepy head." He said softly.
	"What are you doing here?"
	Simon just sat there with his emotions getting the better of him.
"I'm desperate, I need a friend, some one to talk to." He said as the tears
started to roll down his face.
	Robert sat up and wrapped his arms around Simon. "What's happened?"
He knew his friend was indeed desperate by the way he spoke, his voice was
shaky and thick. It had lost its normal air of arrogance too.
	"I told mum about me this morning." He just got the last word out
before breaking down completely.
	"You idiot! What did you do that for?" Robert said as he pulled
Simon tightly to him and started rubbing his back and shoulders with one
hand and the back of his head with the other. "You should have waited until
I was with you."
	"What could you have done?"
	"I could have turned you to your mum for comfort instead of using
me." Robert paused, "How did she take it?"
	"She tried to ignore it at first, then she denied it. When I left,
I think she was about to cry. I could hear it in her voice."
	"You should be with her now, not here with me. Plonker." At that
point the door opened and Robert's dad poked his head around the corner,
"How the mighty have fallen!" he said with a heavy note of sarcasm to his
voice and left.
	Robert got out of bed, totally ignoring his nudity and dressed
quickly. Grabbing Simon by the wrist, "Come with me!" He said with just
enough force to deny Simon the chance to argue.  Robert led Simon home
without releasing his hold. He had to virtually drag him from the end of
his street.
	"Keys." Robert said firmly. Simon handed them over. "Is you dad
likely to be home yet?"
	"I don't think so."
	Robert became nervous. His loyalties were clear but he didn't like
the thought of being in the middle of a potential family argument. He
opened the door and pushed Simon in. He steered him into the living room.
"Sit." He said still leaving no room for argument. He stood and listened
for a couple of seconds. There was a second set of sobs coming from the
kitchen. He knocked gently on the door and opened it. Simon's mum was at
the kitchen table. "Hello," he said, his nervousness showing clearly in his
voice.
	Simon's mum turned round and as he got closer she wrapped her arms
round his waist and held him tight burying her face into his tummy. "I bet
you don't do this sort of thing to your mother.  Do you?"
	"Not if I can avoid it." He answered as he started rubbing the back
of her shoulders. "Come on, let's go through to the living room."
	"Is he in there?"
	"Yes." Robert answered gently. "He needs you more now than he ever
did!"
	"Why?"
	"Because he's your son and when I left him in there he was crying
like a baby. I've never seen him so upset and he needs someone to turn to."
	"He turned to you didn't he?"
	"Yes, but out of desperation." Robert paused, "Come and see for
yourself." Simon's mum released Robert and stood up. "Wait a moment."
Robert said as he handed her his hanky. She wiped her face.
	"Come on." She said her voice thick and shaky.
	As she walked through the living room door Simon looked up. The
fear of rejection was showing clearly in his face. His mother put her arms
out and Simon almost flew across the room to her.
	"I'm sorry mum. I had to be honest with you. You understand don't
you?"
	"You stupid bugger. You certainly know how to spring a surprise
don't you."
	They both sat down on the sofa entwined in each others arms. Each
holding on to someone they loved dearly but didn't always fully understand.
	"Which match was your dad going to see? Quickly!" Robert asked.
	"Rovers of course." Simon said his voice still full of emotion.
	"Which pub afterwards?"
	"The thistle. Why?"
	"I think someone had better meet him don't you?"
	"Your father isn't going to take this too well, son."
	"Don't I know it. That's why I waited until we were alone before I
told you." Simon said.
	Robert went out into the hall, picked the phone up and dialled his
own number. His father answered.
	"Dad, I need your help. Please." Robert said with his desperation
showing through clearly in his voice.
	"What have you done this time?"
	"Nothing. It's Simon. Can you meet his dad in the thistle and keep
him there until I can get down and meet you?"
	"Why? What's going on?"
	"I'll explain when I see you. It's a bit heavy I'm afraid."
	"Ok, but this had better be good."
	"Oh it is, it is. You won't believe it when you hear it! Thanks
dad." Robert put the phone down before his father could change his mind and
went back into the living room. Simon was sat on his mother's lap like a
baby. She was gently tapping his back as he hung on to her for dear life.
Robert went out into the kitchen, made them some tea and handed it to
them. They were both still a bit shaky.
	"Your dad will be home soon son. Have you thought about what you're
going to say to him?"
	Simon's face blanched. "No. I haven't a clue." He said as fear
started to dawn on him.
	"You have a bit longer yet. My dad is going to meet him at the pub
and keep him talking for a while but I'm going to have to tell my dad
what's going on."
	"Thanks Robert. You're a good lad. Really." Said Simon's mother.
	"I had best get going. I don't know how long my dad can stall
him. I've got Simon's key just in case I need it. Ok?"
	"Go on, get going."
	Robert left making sure he had shut the front door behind him. He
breathed a sigh of relief as he started towards the pub. "Out of one scene
and in to another." He thought to himself.
	He opened the door to the public bar of The Thistle. He quickly
scanned the room looking for his father. Luck was certainly on his side.
His father was stood at the bar and had seen him almost straight away,
whilst Simon's dad stood there with his back to him. Robert slipped
outside.  His father came out a few seconds later. Robert quickly explained
the series of events to his father who initially thought it was funny but
soon changed his mind as the facts started to sink in.
	"Ok. You go back to Simon's and I'll bring his dad home in about 30
minutes. That'll give you a chance to get Simon round to our place and me a
chance to try and pave the way. I'll phone you when I want Simon to
return. If it all blows up I'll try and let you know so you can get him
away some where. Have you any change for the phone? Just in case you need
it."
	Robert had been nodding his head, taking in every word. He thrust
his hands into his pockets and pulled out all the change he had. "Yea. I've
got enough."
	"Get going lad. You owe me big style for this."
	"I don't think I'll forget it in a hurry." He said as he turned and
headed back to Simon's.
	Robert let himself in. Simon and his mum were sat on the sofa
talking. "Sorry to but in." He began, "I've spoken to my dad and he told me
to take Simon home with me until he phones and lets us know what is
happening."
	"That's probably the best idea." Simon's mother agreed.
	"We have thirty minutes before they are due to leave the pub. I
think we should get a move on though just in case your dad leaves early."
	Simon hugged his mother tight. "Are you going to be alright?"
	"I'll be ok. Robert's dad will be here."
	"I love you mum."
	"I love you too son."
	"I think we had best get going." Robert urged.
	The boys left and ran all the way to Robert's home. It wasn't far
but they were both breathing hard as they went in. "What have you two been
up to?" Robert's mother said with a suspicious scowl.
	"Dad'll explain when he gets here." Robert was still out of breath,
"Simon's going to be with us for a little while. Is there any chance of
some lunch?"
	"I'm still not sure about all this."
	"Don't worry. Dad'll explain when he comes in."
	"You two clean up, then come through to the kitchen."
	The boys rushed off up stairs and cleaned up. After they had eaten,
Simon sat in Robert's room watching out of the window. Robert was gently
massaging his neck and back desperately trying to get Simon to relax.
	"Don't worry. My Dad'll phone and let us know what to do."
	"I can't help it. You know I got my temper from my dad."
	"I know. I've seen it from both of you often enough."
	The phone rang downstairs. Both boys jumped. When they got there
Robert's mum was talking to his father. She put the receiver down. She had
a concerned look on her face. "Come into the sitting room, both of you."
The boys followed nervously. "Right Simon's dad didn't take the news to
well. Here's a tenner each. Get yourselves lost in town. Go to the pictures
or some thing but stay out of sight." She looked at the boys; both had
frightened expressions on their faces. "Don't worry, we'll sort some thing
out."
	The boys nodded. Neither was sure but they felt it best, on this
occasion, to do as they were told. She looked at Simon, "Don't worry, your
mum is ok. It's you he's mad at." Simon hugged her as hard as he
could. "Give us a break." She said with a big smile on her face.
	"Simon. You'll be stopping here tonight. I'll put Robert and his
brother in together and you can have the other room. Ok."
	"Thanks." Simon said. He wanted to go in with Robert but he thought
now might not be the right time to say anything.
	"Can't he come in with . . " Robert was cut short.
	"No. He's better in a room on his own." She said firmly. Robert
knew that tone of voice well. "Now both of you get going. Robert phone home
before you come back."
	"Yes mum." Robert was excited about having Simon over but the
events of the day meant that they would get little time together without
Robert's brother acting as a chaperone. The boys left the house quickly and
headed for the town centre. "What a day to be kicked out." Robert said to
Simon.
	"Yep."  "I mean, what can you do around here on a Sunday afternoon?
Nothing. There'll be even less to do tonight!"
	The boys wandered around town for a couple of hours. They had
missed the afternoon films and would have to hang around until 7 for the
evening showings and most of them they wouldn't get in to see because of
their apparent ages. All in all, it was a thoroughly boring afternoon and
evening. They did however have a good pig-out at tea time in one of the
local Asian cafe's. It cost them a packet but they both enjoyed it.
	Around 8:30 Robert phoned home. It was a short call, but they were
going to be picked up.  It saved a trek right across town.
	When they got back Robert was sent up for a bath.
	"Simon. Can we have a chat?" Robert's father asked.
	"Sure."
	"Come in and sit down." The door was closed behind him. Robert put
his ear to the door but it opened suddenly. After a severe ear bashing he
slowly made his way up the stairs and had his bath.
	Shortly after going in to his bed room Simon came in. He had a very
disappointed look on his face.
	"Your parents don't trust me!" He said.
	"Why?"
	"I've just had the third degree. They wanted to know if I had done
anything with their little boy."
	"What did you say?"
	"Nothing. What did you expect me to say?"
	"I didn't mean it that way. You should know me better than that!"
	"You know why they have put me in your brother's room don't you?"
	"Yea, I can guess. My brother is better than a guard dog!" There
was a long pause. "You haven't any clothes here have you?"
	"No. We didn't exactly have any time to pack, did we."
	"You can say that again . . . Don't bother I heard it last time."
Robert added with a smile on his face just as Simon was about to repeat him
self. He pointed to the chest of drawers. "Help your self."
	"Thanks mate." Simon took some underwear and headed off to the
bathroom.  While he was in there Robert's dad came up to sort out a bed for
his brother. He also questioned Robert closely.
	"WHAT DO YOU THINK I AM!" Robert shouted at him. He was furious at
being suspected of 'Doing things' with Simon. There was a pause. "If you
don't trust me what the hell am I supposed to do." Another pause followed,
"You'd have known about anything that might have happened! The little
snitch would have grassed me up like he usually does." His father's hand
shot out and grabbed him by the arm and before he really knew what was
going on, Whack, Whack, Whack. His backside told him he had over stepped
the mark by a mile.
	"I don't need any of your lip! Not toady! Not after the situation
you put me in with Simon's dad. You knew we were good mates and you did
that to me. Your own father."
	"What was I supposed to do? Just stand back and let my best friend
be killed by his dad!"
	"Come here you idiot. I am as proud of you for your display of
loyalty to Simon as any father could be. We also respect your loyalty to
him. That's why we are helping him." I also know what you two are like when
you get together. Yes, we are concerned about what he may do to you or your
brother. Had you thought about that!
	"You're scared to hell that he'll turn my gay aren't you!" Robert
paused for breath, "Well he can't. It is some thing you're born with. It's
not a disease that you can catch. Did you know that!"  This latest outburst
earned him another three hard whacks on the bum. He didn't care. He had got
his message across even if it was somewhat more painfully than he had
planned. Some thing caught his eye. He looked over towards the door just in
time to see Simon disappear off towards the bathroom.
	"He heard all of that!" Robert shouted darting out of the door just
as Simon closed and locked the bathroom door. "Open up." Robert said as he
banged on the door, "Open up!"
	"Get away from me. I can't be trusted." Simon said from behind the
locked door. At this, Robert burst into tears. Partly from how he felt
about Simon, partly from rage about what his father had said about his
friend, a guest in their house and also from the pain that was burning in
the seat of his pants.
	"Open up. Open up. Please." Robert pleaded as he banged on the
door.
	"No! I'm gay. I can't be trusted around other boys!" These last
words put Robert over the edge as he sank to his knees and then to the
floor. The tears were flowing from him like water over a waterfall. He knew
Simon didn't mean to hurt him but these last words cut him like a knife. He
knew Simon was feeling very hurt and alone. He also knew there would be a
similar scene on the other side of the door but he couldn't get there, he
couldn't help.
	A shadow suddenly appeared over him. He looked up but the tears
prevented him from seeing clearly what was happening. There was a chink
from inside the bathroom. "He's hurting himself!" Robert cried out in fear
and alarm. Then there was a click and the door opened. Robert's dad had
opened the door with the spare key.
	Robert scrambled inside as fast as he could on all fours. Simon was
curled up over by the bath. Robert was right. There were rapidly growing
puddles on the floor where Simon was sitting, still crying his heart
out. Robert put an arm around his friend. Simon tried to fight him off but
Robert's determination overcame Simon's strength. Robert's parents and
younger brother stood there in silence as Robert struggled to comfort and
support his friend.
	"There's nothing we can do to separate these two without hurting
both of them. There's been enough pain and suffering already today. I
couldn't cause any more. Could you?" Robert's dad said to his mum.
	"All we can do is trust our son. He knows all he has to do is shout
and some one will come running." Replied Robert's mum. "Come on you little
snitch."
	"Mum." Said the squeaky voice with a wavering tone.
	"Come on. They'll sort them selves out. Little'n. You're in your
own bed. Leave these two on their own in Robert's room."
	"Thanks dad." Came a muffled and very emotional voice from the
huddle of bodies on the floor. Slowly Robert started to get Simon up and
help him back to his room. Robert carefully finished stripping Simon down
to his boxers and laid him in his bed.
	Robert's dad watched as his son tenderly looked after his friend.
He was scared his son was going to climb into bed with him, but he needn't
have worried. Robert picked up the sleeping bag and lay it on the bed
beside his friend and climbed into it. He lay there with his arms around
his friend as they both fell into the land of dreams. The light went out
and the door partially closed as Robert's dad left having discovered just
how loyal and caring his elder son could be.
	Apart form the two boys; no one really slept that night. They all
had far too much to think about. Particularly Robert's younger brother who
had absolutely no idea of what was going on.
	The following morning dawned bright and clear. Simon's problems
weren't over yet, but time had diminished his father's anger, a bit. The
boys were kept off of school that day, more for their own safety than any
thing else. Robert's father had taken a lot of abuse from Simon's and felt
it best that neither of the boys be exposed to that just yet. Life would be
hard enough for Simon anyway once his chosen way of life became common
knowledge.
	The fathers had agreed that they would meet at Robert's on the
Monday evening and that it would be better for Simon to wait until then
before he had to face his father. Robert's mother told the boys about the
decision mid-morning. They were getting under her feet some thing chronic
when Robert suggested a trip to the library. One of them could get the book
out that Simon and he had read the other afternoon. It seemed to be full of
useful info'.  "Me and my big mouth." Robert said as he was told to go and
get it. "Next time I open my mouth, shove a sock in it, will you."
	He headed off to the library armed with the relevant
information. He found the book quickly enough but it took him some time to
pluck up the courage to get it stamped before taking it home.  The old
biddy gave him a weird look as he left.
	Once safely back at home, the boys settled down and started to
read. It was the quietest those two had ever been. Robert's mother recalled
later.
	With Robert's mum out of the way Simon asked, "How's you bum this
morning? Still sore?"
	"Nah, just red but not as bad as it must have been last night."
	"I'm sorry I got you whacked by your dad."
	"You didn't! I did. I should have thought before I opened my mouth.
I just blundered in as usual."
	"Some things will never change." Simon paused. "You know you risked
every thing for me last night!"
	"It wasn't that serious."
	"It was! You were tremendous. I never thought anyone would ever do
that for me." Simon reached over and tussled Robert's hair. "I owe you
lots. Thanks mate." He started to lean over and was about to kiss his
friend as his mother walked in. He just casually lay his head on Robert's
shoulder.
	Robert's mother eyed him suspiciously. "After what happened
yesterday, I owe you all a lot but especially Robert for standing by me
even to the point of getting a good hiding. I don't know how I can repay
you all."
	Robert's mum thought to herself, "I do, by leaving my boys alone.
That would be payment in full." But she just carried on doing her house
work and said nothing. A little later, she had just sat down for a short
breather when the boys came in from the kitchen. Simon was carrying a cup
of tea and Robert the biscuits.
	"Judging by the look on your face, I think it must be your
birthday." Simon said with a beaming smile, Robert just chuckled as he
handed her the biscuits.
	"You my lad should do this more often." She said to Robert.
	"It's a deal if we get to live through tonight."
	"I'll hold you to that. About tonight just let your father handle
things. Do nothing and say nothing unless you are asked a direct question,
then think very carefully before you speak."
	"I don't really want to be there." Robert caught a sharp glance
from Simon, "But I don't have a choice. Do I."
	"Not really. I only hope he doesn't loose his temper or we could
all be in trouble." Simon added.
	"Don't worry, Robert's father knows what he is doing." They let the
subject drop. The afternoon passed very quietly. The tension was almost
unbearable. Robert's father arrived home around 5:30 and after tea he had
arranged for his youngest son to visit a friend. He sat the two boys down
in the living room.
	"Both of you will need to be very careful what you say tonight. You
both know that Mike," Simon's father, "has a very quick temper and I don't
want any trouble from either of you. Is that clear?"
	"Yes dad."
	"I'll try." Simon said.
	"I know you will. You are too much like your father. Right now,
both of you wait up in Robert's room until I call you down."  The boys left
as Robert's father sat there and waited for Mike to arrive.  Just after 7
Simon's parents arrived. Both mothers went up to Robert's room. The air was
so tense it could have been cut with a knife but then Simon wrapped his
arms around his mother. She hesitated for a split second before almost
hugging the life out of him. The scene was very touching, almost as if they
had been apart for weeks.
	Down stairs the father's were talking. Robert's dad needed to be
sure Mike was calm enough not to beat the crap out of his son, such was his
disappointment. They heard some one come down stairs and caught a glimpse
of the ladies as they headed off to the kitchen. What they didn't see was
that both boys had also come down just in front of them. You could hear
from the kitchen what was being said in the living room. The idea was to
give Simon the chance to judge his fathers mood.
	The moment both boys were dreading was upon them. They were both
called. They entered the sitting room nervously. They weren't sure what to
expect. The room was silent as Simon and his father stood there face to
face. Robert nudged Simon forward. Slowly he lifted his arms and moved
towards his father. It was almost possible to see the electricity between
their eyes. Robert looked at Simon's; the fear of rejection was obvious. He
looked at Mike's, the disappointment was plain enough but there was
something else. Robert grabbed his dad's hand. By now Simon had his arms
around his father but his father's arms just hung at his sides. Simon
immediately thought the worst.  He became very depressed and the tears
began building up in Simon's eyes. He started to back off when his father
wrapped his arms around his son. Simon was forced to re-evaluate the
situation rapidly. He could feel his father trembling.
	Suddenly they both burst out in tears as Simon's father was forced
to either totally reject or accept his son for what he was. Thankfully, he
chose to accept him. The air of relief flowed from the room like a cold
draught. Simon's mother came in and it immediately became a three way hug.
Robert's family left the room to give them a few minutes together. They all
knew there was going to be a lot of talking done that night.  A few minutes
passed and they all sat down together.
	Simon was forced to talk through the reasoning behind his decision
and faced a barrage of difficult questions but finally both sets of parents
were certain that Simon was what he was, gay.  Both boys now told their
respective parents about the book they had read that afternoon and a
discussion began that lasted late into the night. When they finally broke
up, it had been decided that Robert was going home with Simon that night.
He was in the privileged position of being able to support both parents and
child. As they headed back to Simon's home he was able to see a family that
was reunited after a giant rift that could have destroyed Simon and done
severe damage to his parents relationship.
	The next few days were tense but uneventful. School for the boys
was almost back to normal and Simon's home life had settled back in to its
old routine. The only obvious difference was when he had any of his mates
round. He kept getting a strange look from his mother. Things finally came
to a head on the Thursday evening just after Simon had showed a mate out.
	"What's that look supposed to mean?" Simon snapped at his mother.
	"When ever I bring a mate home or someone comes round you always
give me that funny look. WHY?" He was starting to shout.
	"I don't know what you mean!"
	"You think I am bringing my mates round for . . . for sex don't
you!" Simon paused, "Go on admit it."
	"If I thought that I would have stopped your mates from coming
round altogether."
	"So what does that look mean." Simon was starting to loose his
temper. He knew it was the worst thing he could do but he couldn't help it.
	Secretly, his mother thought, "Your right, but I have to try and
trust you, you're my son," but she couldn't admit it openly. "I'm worried
about you son. What with AIDS and God knows what else." She said
convincingly.
	"I'm sorry I shouted. I don't have the guts to do any thing. I'm
only a scared kid."
	"I know, but I can't help worrying. It's what mothers do best." She
said as she pulled him to her. What she had said was the truth, but only in
part.
	"You're very close to Robert aren't you?"
	"Yep. I would do anything for him and I think he would do anything
for me. Except you know what."
	"You are a very lucky boy to have a friend like him."
	"I know. I won't do anything that will hurt him!" Changing the
subject slightly, "Scout camp is coming up and I'm not sure what to do
about it?"
	"Do you want to go?"
	"Yes, but 5 or 6 of us living in the same tent for all that time
could cause problems."
	"Have you spoken to Robert about it?"
	"He's got enough to do worrying about me without that as well. He
has become a real mother hen recently."
	"Talk to him about it. Tell him how you feel. You don't know, he
may have the answer."
	"Ok. Can I call him."
	"Leave it until the morning son, it's getting late."
	Simon glanced at his watch; "I didn't realise." With that he kissed
his mother good night and headed off to bed.


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