Date: Thu, 08 Apr 1999 14:18:23 PDT From: TellerOf Tales Subject: Simon's Story part 17 WARNING: This story may contain descriptions of sexual acts between boys of similar ages. If this is not to your tastes or is not legal in your locality, please leave now! The story and its associated characters are entirely fictional and any resemblance to people, living or otherwise, is purely coincidental. Some parts of the story have been idealised. The author has copyrighted this story. A single copy had been placed in the Nifty Archive. Do not distribute it to any newsgroups and/or other web-sites without permission from the author. This has developed into a bit of a novelette and you may find it easier to read the previous parts first. Classification: oral Anal Simon part 17 Out of grief comes love The boys slept well that night, despite little Michael waking up several times. Both Simon and Robert more than made up for this by looking after the baby that morning giving Robert's mother a chance to catch up on some of her lost sleep. Neither of them really enjoyed the smelly nappy, but feeding and winding went without a hitch. The boys headed off back to bed taking Michael with them. The baby lay between them, chuckling and gurgling while the two boys held hands. "Si'. Are you mum or dad?" Robert paused. "Look at us. We are in love, we have a baby and we're laying here holding hands." Simon stifled a laugh. He had never really thought of himself as a father, but the more he thought about it the more the idea grew on him. "I suppose I am a dad in some respects. Mother!" Simon started to laugh, but it was soon replaced by a groan. Robert had slid his free hand up Simon's thigh and was gently teasing that very sensitive spot right at the top of his legs. Robert felt the reaction as Simon's best friend got ready for action. "Please Robby. Not now, not with Michael here." Simon pleaded. Robert stopped. He too felt uncomfortable about having some fun while Michael lay between them. "Let's take Mike down to the park with us today." Robert suggested. "His name is MICHAEL!" Simon replied sharply. "Sorry Si'. I didn't know you were so keen on that name." Robert replied with shock and amazement. "Sorry Robby. It's just that Mike reminds me too much of my dad." Simon started to feel sorry for himself. "It doesn't matter. So what do you say?" Robert asked. "Yea. Why not, but well check with mum first." Robert looked at Simon. He obviously hadn't realise what he had just said. Robert decided it was best to over look it and put it down to a slip of the tongue. The door opened a few minutes later and Robert's dad walked in with a couple of cups of tea for the boys. "Morning dad." Robert said cheerfully. "Morning? Morning? The days half over." Robert's father replied with a smile. "Why? What time is it?" Simon asked. Robert looked at the clock. "7:30." Robert replied. "It's ok for you two. Your mum and I didn't get much sleep last night." "Oh. Sorry." Simon said seriously. "Relax. If we minded being woken up by Michael every couple of hours we wouldn't have agreed to have him. Besides, you two come as a package." "Thanks dad. Er . . . Thanks." Simon got all embarrassed. "Don't worry Si'. You are as much a son to us as Robby or Squirt is. You know that don't you?" Simon nodded as he sat up and wrapped his arms around Robert's dad and gave him a big hug. "Dad, do you think it would be ok to take Michael out for a walk today? Down the park maybe?" Robert asked. "I can't see why not, but you will need to check with mum and Si' first." "What do you reckon Si'?" Robert asked Simon who was still hugging his dad. "After dinner, may be. It won't be so cold for Michael then. What do you reckon dad?" He blushed again, but the idea of sharing Robert's dad was starting to grow on him. "That makes sense, but in the mean time why don't you put him back in his cot so you can have a lay in?" "Ok." Robert twigged straight away what his dad was implying. "Pass my bathrobe please dad." He slipped into his bathrobe and gently lifted Michael up. The baby didn't stir. Robert returned a few moments later. Robert slipped in to bed beside Simon and they cuddled up. It felt like ages since they had been really close. "Si'. Why have you been calling my mum and dad mum and dad?" Robert asked. "It was an accident at first, but it feels right if you know what I mean?" "Yea. I think so." Robert was just about to say something else when he gasped. A cold hand was gently massaging his belly and working it's way further down. Simon disappeared beneath the covers. Robert let out a grunt as Simon started using his mouth as well as his hands. It wasn't long before Robert was approaching the point of no return. Simon knew this and Robert felt an instant of discomfort which brought him back. Simon continued taking Robert to the edge and dragging him back for a few more minutes. Robert was in a state of near euphoria interspersed with short periods of bliss. A hand appeared from under the covers and started groping around on the bedside table. Robert knew exactly what it was looking for and kept moving the jar around after letting the finger tips just touch it. A muffled sound came from beneath the covers and Robert placed the jar in the now upturned hand. It disappeared and very soon he felt some of the contents of the jar being rubbed onto his favourite toy. Simon appeared a few moments later sliding up Robert's chest with his knees one on either side of Robert. Both boys groaned softly as Simon slid Robert into place and started a gentle rocking motion. It didn't take long for Robert to pass the point of no return in his heightened state of excitement then he just lay there basking in the afterglow of the pleasure his lover had induced in him. There was a soft pop as Simon rolled off and lay beside Robert. Their tongues met just before their lips. Nothing could be heard for the next few minutes apart for the gentle kissing sounds coming from the boys. Robert retrieved the discarded jar from under the covers before putting it to good use on Simon. Robert always preferred to receive than to give and this probably explains why he always took his time building Simon up before causing him to explode deep within him. An event that always created so much pleasure for Robert that he tried to let the world know with his loud moans and groans of sheer unadulterated pleasure. There was a gently, but distinctive knock on the door and Arthur walked in. He was dressed in his school uniform. He sat on the bed and hugged both Simon and Robert. "I'll let you know what is going on at School especially as the play is only a few weeks away." Arthur said maintaining his hug. "Thanks mate. No one could ask for a better brother than you." Robert replied causing Arthur to blush. Arthur left and the two boys headed off to the bathroom. After a quick shower Simon and Robert dressed and headed down to the kitchen and breakfast. Most of the morning was spent finalising the arrangements for the funeral. It was a thoroughly depressing morning brightened only by the thought that it was a one-off event. After lunch, Simon and Robert took baby Michael out for a walk and ultimately they ended up at the little park where Simon encountered a new phenomenon. He never realised just how many mothers would be there with their own babies and young children. He must have answered the usual "How heavy was he?" and "What's his name?" questions a dozen or more times. But he thoroughly enjoyed being the centre of attention and playing the proud brother role with Robert sat proudly at his side. At about 3 o'clock, Simon, Robert, and Michael headed off to school. The idea was to meet Arthur, but ideas don't always work out. The boys were standing just inside the school gates as the bell rung and hoards of children started to leave. There were one or two snide remarks from some of the older boys as they passed them, but on the whole it was pretty uneventful until Ms. Wilson came out to speak to them. Before long Simon and Robert were in rehearsals for the play with Michael sleeping to one side of the stage. There was a sudden scream from near the pram and both Robert and Simon dashed over. Lying on the floor crying was Arthur. Another boy was standing there gloating. "What's going on?" Simon asked after quickly checking Michael. "It was him! He started it!" Arthur stated as he was getting the once over from Robert. Simon looked at the other boy. "Well? What happened?" Simon asked. "He was calling you and Robby names. He was saying it was your baby and that Robby was his dad." Arthur said feeling more confident now that Simon and Robert were with him. "Well, in a way he is almost right." Simon said. Robert and Arthur were astounded. "I am as good as his father and his mother. I just didn't give birth to him." Simon continued. The other boy couldn't believe what he was hearing. Had he really got away with insulting Simon and Robert? It seemed too good to be true. "Oh, one final thing. If you pratt about near the baby again, you won't get the chance to be a father! EVER!" Simon stated powerfully. The boy backed away and the others returned to the rehearsal. Robert turned and looked at Simon. "It was a bit daft bringing him with us." "I know that now." Simon snapped back, but continued in a softer tone. "Hind sight is a wonderful thing. Isn't it?" Robert just nodded. The rehearsal finished and the boys headed home. All Simon could think about was how something could have happened to Michael. He knew from then on that he would never take Michael anywhere near school until he was old enough to go there on his own. After tea, Simon and Robert were upstairs bathing Michael when there was a knock at the front door. Arthur answered it. "Si' Robby, it's the foreign kid!" Arthur shouted. "Send him up." Robert replied to Arthur. "I'll sort Arthur out." He said turning to Simon. "They're in the bathroom." Arthur said to Alex. Alex frowned at Arthur initially, but soon had a puzzled expression. What were they doing? Did they want him to watch? Alex thought to himself. "Its ok. They are giving the baby a bath." Arthur explained when he saw Alex's expression. Alex passed Robert on the stairs. Alex went on up as Robert wend down to speak to Arthur. "Oy! That is my friend! He isn't `the foreign kid'! Right!" Robert said to Arthur as he held him by the front of his shirt. Arthur hadn't realised his display of bad manners would affect Robert like this. "Sorry Robby. I didn't know his name." Arthur said sheepishly. "So why not ask him?" "I dunno." "Now you can come up and apologise to him." Robert kept hold of his brother's shirt and led him upstairs quite forcefully. "I . . .I'm sorry Alex." Arthur said. "Accepted." Alex said as he held his hand out to show that no offence had been taken. Arthur shook it before leaving the room. "Hi Alex. Sorry about that." Robert said to Alex. "Forget it." Alex replied. With Michael now out of the bath, the three boys spent best part of the next 20 minutes updating each other with local gossip and what had been going on. Alex even told them about how impressed his dad was with Robert and Simon's manners. Simon and Robert sat there with beaming smiles. No one had ever said that about them before and now they knew just how good it felt. Alex also made one further suggestion, which was for them to stop over one night after Scouts. Naturally Simon and Robert were delighted at the chance to see more of Alex. A thought they both meant in more than one way! The gathering was cut short when baby Michael let everyone of them know he wanted some attention. Simon tried to get Alex to stay, but the thought of dirty nappies made it impossible to change his mind. Alex left the boys on the front door step and Simon and Robert proceeded to look after Michael. When they had finished Simon sat down with Michael in his arms in the sitting room while Robert prepared them a hot drink. "Robby. Why do you and Simon insist on doing so much for Michael?" Robert's mother asked. "Simon wants to do as much as he can while he has the chance. Who knows, later we may want to go on camp or something for a weekend and I think he is trying to make things easier for you and dad. Besides if he does all he can then there's a better chance of us getting away to camp without him feeling he is imposing. Do you know what I mean?" "He's not imposing. We love all of you the same." Robert's mum looked a little perplexed. Why did Simon feel like this? Robert headed off in to the sitting room and as he got to the door he heard Simon talking to Michael. Well he thought it was Michael. "Well what are we going to do with you tomorrow?" Robert heard Simon say. There was a pause. "I think we should take you with us so you can say good-bye to mum and dad in your own way. I know they would like that . . . Yes, I know it'll be a long hard day for all of us, but he needs the chance to say good-bye. I owe it to him." Robert was still standing at the door listening when his mum came by. He indicated to her to stop and listen. "So what am I to do with the house and all of our stuff?" There was a longer pause interrupted with the occasional "Uh-hu". "I know we are going to be ok. Robby's mum and dad are virtually our own now and they love us as much as you and dad did . . . I still don't understand why it had to happen though?" Robert and his mum could hear sobs coming from Simon. Robert handed the cups to his mother before rushing in and wrapping his arms around his lover. It hurt him to see Simon like this and he was intent on doing everything he could to relieve his pain, even if it meant sharing it with him some how. This he did by talking and crying with him. Robert's mum followed her son in. As she went in she glanced around the room. She expected to see someone else in there besides Michael, but no. She left the boys together after placing the cups on the coffee table and picking up the now sleeping Michael. She returned a few minutes later with her husband. They sat down on the small settee leaving the boys the bigger one. "Simon." Robert's dad started. "Tomorrow is going to be a hard day for you and we want you to know that we will all be there for you. You know that don't you?" Simon lifted his head off of Robert's shoulder and looked across the room at the man before looking up at the ceiling. `I know you and mum won't mind, besides they are almost my parents now,' he thought to himself. He looked back at Robert's parents. "Thanks dad." He paused. "Yes. That's what I said. Dad." He paused again. "If you don't mind I'd like to continue calling you mum and dad, but I will only ever refer to my parents as mother and father." Simon said a little nervously. "I . . . I think that's fine with us." Robert's mother said. She was trying hard to fight back the tears of happiness that were welling up inside her. Robert released Simon and they both went across and hugged their mum and dad. Even Robert had tears of joy in his eyes. He guessed Simon was building up to this, but never mentioned it to him. It was something he had to do for himself. Simon and Robert went up to bed early that night and despite their nudity, neither really wanted to do anything more than kiss and cuddle. Both of them knew the following day was going to be more painful than any thing they had experienced to date. Simon slept fitfully. The challenges of the funeral and the reading of the will played heavily on his mind. Robert did his best to comfort and reassure him, but felt totally inadequate. The morning dawned. It was dry, but dull and heavy grey clouds threatened rain. Robert and Simon rose and to coin a phrase, looked like shit. Neither had slept well. Breakfast was quiet and sombre. Even the baby seemed to be quieter. About midmorning the boys changed into their dark grey school trousers and black blazer. Both had white shirts and black ties. Neither of them felt comfortable, but then again, it wasn't really a day for comfort. They left for the church at 11. The solitary bell could be heard as it tolled it's mournful toll. Simon was finding it harder and harder to maintain his composure as he greeted the few friends he was able to contact. He finally lost it as he followed the coffins up the aisle with the baby in his arms. Naturally, Robert was right there at his side. Comments were passed on several occasions as Robert did his best to comfort Simon. It wasn't until after his parents had been finally laid to rest that he allowed Robert's mum to take the baby from him. He just fell to his knees at the graveside and cried for what seemed like hours. He heard a voice. Well he thought he did. "Son. Remember what I have always told you. Life is there to be lived to the full. Now go and do your best to live up to our expectations." Simon knew the voice, it was his father's, but search around as he did there was only Robert to be found near him. Simon looked down at the coffins and then up at the heavens. "OK dad. I will always love you both." He stood and grasping Robert's hand tightly he walk back to the cars. A select few returned to Robert's and as they assembled in the sitting room, the solicitor read the will. Simon sat by the side of Robert. He was trembling all over. Suddenly he stood up and bolted out through the door and headed to the bathroom. When Robert caught up with him he was on his knees throwing up in to the toilet bowl. When he stood up, Robert helped him clean up before they returned to the sitting room. In brief, almost everything went to Simon. Robert's dad was the other main beneficiary. He had been left the car and a few other items from when they were boys together. A trust fund was to be set up for Simon and of course Michael, which was by unanimous agreement. A large sum of money, mainly the proceeds from the sale of his Aunt's house, was to be used, according to the will, to ensure Simon had a warm and comfortable place to live when Robert's dad felt it appropriate. All in all Simon was now a very well off young man, both financially and socially. After all of the guests had departed, Robert's dad took Simon to one side. They were sat down in the sitting room, both on the small settee. Not even Robert was present. "Simon. I now have to tell you something that your father asked me to pass on on this occasion. It will come as a shock to you, but a pleasant one. I hope." Robert's dad took a breath. "You know your father and I were close friends when we were young. Don't you?" Simon nodded as he carefully studied the man's face. "Well," he paused again, "we were much more than friends. We were half brothers. Same mother, different fathers." "I guessed you were something like that. You were too much alike at times. There had to be a connection somewhere, dad." Simon hugged the man tight for a few seconds. "Does anyone else know?" "No. Not even my wife. It was something our mother wanted us to keep a secret. Which is why you now have to keep it secret. Not even Robby must know." "I don't know. I never could keep secrets from Robby." "I know, but you must." The door creaked open and Robert entered with the baby in his arms. Simon and his dad were sat very close together with their arms around each other. Robert smiled. It felt good to see his dad and Simon so close. It dispelled any fears he had about Simon adjusting in to his new family. Robert gave Michael to Simon and knelt on the floor in front of the others before hugging them all together. He never did understand why a tragedy such as this brought people closer together and could create so much love. If you have any comments please email me at teller_of_tales@hotmail.com as usual flames will be ignored. I would like to thank LordVader for his help proof reading the story. Thanks.