Date: Fri, 24 Jul 1998 16:46:16 PDT From: TellerOf Tales Subject: Simon-04 tt mast anal WARNING: This story may contain descriptions of sexual acts between boys of similar ages. If this is not to your tastes, please leave now! The author copyrights this story. For your enjoyment a single copy had been placed here. Please do not distribute it to any newsgroups and/or other web- sites without permission of the author. 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. To understand this part of Robert and Simon's on-going story better, I suggest you read Simon-01, 02 and 03 first. Classification: tt anal Simon's Story Part 4: The Trials of Life It was Monday night, the night before school started back. Simon just lay in bed thinking about the events that had happened during the holidays. He knew exactly how he felt for Robert but it wasn't until now he realised just how much they had seen each other during the holidays. It also dawned on him how many of their mates from School had also seen them together. This last thought worried him. Up until a couple of months ago he felt the same about gays as they did, but know, he was on the other side of the line and one whiff of scandal could cause no end of trouble from their "friends" for both of them. He now realised that they both would need the strength of an ox if they were to remain lovers and not be torn apart by the attitudes of their peers. There was also the threat of physical violence. Simon knew he was ok on that score but Robert, Robert was no where near strong enough. Simon dozed off as he let Mrs Palm and her daughters do their stuff. The morning dawned bright and clear as an increasingly nervous Simon got out of bed. He left early and was round at Robert's before he left for school. It didn't take him long to tell Robert about his realisations and both boys left, both apprehensive about what the day had in store for them. They entered the school grounds and met up with some of their friends, friends they hadn't seen much of during the holidays and all was pretty much as they had left it. The bell went and it was off to their tutor group. Every thing was better than Simon had anticipated, so far. Simon and Robert shared a desk while their timetable updates were announced. Behind them sat a boy. He was their age but decidedly overweight. He was new to the class but was very perceptive. It took him 2 - 3 minutes to sus-out their relationship and his taunting started. "Hey you two, what's it like kissing an arse?" The fat boy asked. The girl that was sat next to him looked puzzled. "I don't know. What is it like? Lard Arse!" Simon responded. "Take it easy. He's only guessing." Robert said quietly to Simon. "It's his first day and he knows already." Simon answered back feeling a little paranoid. "Forget it. He's only guessing." The bell went and they trudged off to their first lesson. Their timetable kept them apart for almost every lesson. Both Simon and Robert wished for the opposite. Robert headed off up stairs for maths accompanied by the fat kid and his taunts. Robert succeeded in ignoring him. This only made the fat kid try harder to wind him up. He failed miserably and turned his attention to the other lads in the class. "You see that kid in the front?" The fat kid said "You mean Robert?" Answered the boy next to him. "If that's his name. Did you know he takes it up the arse?" "You've got that wrong. He's one of the straightest kids I know!" Said a second lad. "No. I was told by my neighbour that he saw them doing'' it during the holidays." "No chance." The lesson ended with the break time bell. Robert and Simon met up in the play ground. Robert told Simon about the latest attempts to wind him up by the fat kid. Simon just chuckled at Robert's description but inside he knew this kid would cause trouble for them. "Rob, Is it true you and Si' are making out?" Greg asked nervously knowing his question could endanger their friendship. He was one of Robert's closest friends until Simon came out to him. "What do you think?" Robert replied. "I don't know. You've changed some how." "How long have you known me? 7, no, 8 years and we have done loads of stuff together, but you still have to ask me that! Let me ask you a question. Have I ever done anything weird to you?" "Well, no." "Would it make any difference to us IF, and I do mean IF I was gay?" Greg just stood there deep in thought. The bell went and the boys headed off to their next lesson. Robert was finding it increasing hard to concentrate in class. He wasn't used to this sort of pressure. The lesson passed without incident despite the fat kids continued taunting and as they were leaving class for lunch break Robert jumped out of his skin. An arm was suddenly placed across his shoulder. Greg's arm. "That's my answer to your question at break time." Robert sighed with relief. Suddenly he collapsed in a heap in the corridor. His kidneys were hurting like hell after the fat kid hit him. Greg was quick to respond and spun round and planted his fist squarely on the fat kid's nose. "Get Simon!" Robert shouted to Greg. "I'll deal with shit for brains." Greg shot off. Robert tried to punch the fat kid on the jaw as he was standing up. A classic upper cut but he was ready and all he got was a glancing blow off the side of his head. In return he was grabbed by the throat as the fat kid proceeded to land punch after punch into Robert's stomach. So far he had managed to keep control of his temper but suddenly he lost it. He grabbed the fat kid by the balls and squeezed as hard as he could. Despite his pain, the fat kid landed one final blow to Robert's face and he went down like a ton of bricks. Robert spotted something in the corner of his eye. It was a foot travelling horizontally and was closely followed by James's body. There was a dull thud and the fat kid hit the deck in a writhing mass. "If you want some more, get up, if not, stay down!" Exclaimed a squeaky voice. "Are you ok Rob?" James asked. "You look a mess!" "What do you think?" Robert replied sarcastically. "Come on, let's get you cleaned up." He led Robert off to the toilets and met up with Greg and Simon on the way. The entered the toilets and Greg's eyes almost popped out as Simon hugged Robert tight before he started to clean him up. Greg was gob smacked. "So the stories are true." He said softly. Simon glared at him. "Hey! Don't worry, I have know Rob much longer than you. Besides who do you think stopped the fat kid from kicking him when he was down!" Greg backed off. He knew what Simon was like. He didn't like him much. He was too punchy but he wasn't about to desert his best friend either. Simon sensed Greg wasn't a threat and backed down too. "Robby, despite what I now know, you can always depend on me, you know that, don't you?" "He doesn't need you! He's got me!" Simon butted in. "You can't be with him every second of the day, can you? And we both know he needs some help looking after himself. He's never been a good fighter." "May be I can help there." James added. All three boys looked at him. "How can you help. You're too small, besides " Greg stopped and thought for a moment. "Who dropped fat-so? Come on who dropped him?" Greg immediately backed down. This little kid on his first day at secondary school had downed a kid considerably larger and older than himself with one kick. "Ok. Ok, but you have a big task on your hands." "Greg. The rumours you've been hearing are true to a degree." There was a prolonged pause. "How do you feel about having a gay best friend?" Robert asked as James moved to his other side so that Robert was stood between James and Simon. "As I said earlier, I don't give a shit what you are. All I ask is that you don't try anything on with me." "Don't worry. I won't. Do you realise that you may get tarred with the same brush as us." "I hadn't thought about that." Greg paused for a couple of seconds while he thought about Robert's last statement. "What the hell. We're best friends aren't we?" He stepped forwards and gave Robert a hug totally ignoring the others. "I'm his best friend!" Simon stated indignantly." "No! You're his lover. That's one better still and it's a position I don't want. So I'm no threat to you." "What about me?" Squeaked James as he wrapped his free arm around Greg. "You are my body guard." Robert said. James was more than capable of fulfilling that role as Simon and now the fat kid knew only too well. The huddle broke and they headed off to the play ground where Thomas came running over to them. "There are all sorts of rumours flying round." He stopped short when he saw Greg with them. "It's ok. He knows." Simon said calming Thomas's panicked look. "How much?" "That we are gay." Simon replied "but that is all." The lads stayed together for the rest of lunch break and had a good laugh as James set about his task of teaching Robert to defend himself. Simon and Robert walked home together accompanied most of the way by Greg and Thomas. Their talk was mostly about the fight at lunch time but Robert was more concerned about Greg. How would he cope with being labelled a gay even though he wasn't? Simon stayed round at Robert's for most of the evening. His parents were working late and didn't like him being alone at night. They too were worried about what would happen as people found out about Simon and Robert's relationship. Simon was collected around 10:30 and headed home with his parents. Robert spent some time talking with his parents about the days incidents and eventually talked them into letting him take up Judo. He wanted Karate but they wouldn't have it. The next few days passed without any further serious incidents although the amount of name calling increased as the week went on. Their next major incident occurred after school on Friday. As they were leaving, a couple of year 10 and 11 boys decided they were going to have a bit of "fun" at Robert and Simon's expense. They hadn't bargained on Greg and Thomas. "Hey Chris, what are we going to do tonight?" William asked in a mocking poofy voice. "Well we can always have a chat with Wobbi and see if he wants to play?" "Hey Wobbi!" William called in the same mocking tone. "Do you want to play with a couple of big boys tonight? You must be getting fed up with the little ones?" He asked holding his package and exaggerating his fondling action on himself. Robert just ignored them but he could see Simon was starting to rise to the bait. "Go on Wobbi. We won't hurt you!" Chris continued. The two older boys had increased their pace and were within easy reach of Robert by now. Chris reached out his hand and as he started to stroke Robert's back side said. "I bet he's tight. He got a lovely arse too." Simon saw what was happening but decided to wait for Robert to react, and react he did. He spun round on one heel and launched an almighty kick at Chris's balls. Unfortunately for him William was quicker and his pivot leg was swept away before his kick landed. Robert hit the ground hard with the base of his spine. Greg and Thomas immediately launched an offensive against Chris leaving Robert and Simon to deal with William. The ensuing fight only lasted 2 or 3 minutes with no one escaping without some kind of injury. Simon half dragged and half carried Robert and Thomas as Greg played tail-end-Charlie. After a number of funny looks and one sweet little old Lady asking if the boys were alright they arrived at Greg's house. Fortunately his parents were out or there would have been hell to pay. Simon and Greg spent the next few minutes cleaning up split lips and bloody noses and the ubiquitous bag of frozen peas appeared pressed up against a black eye. Much to Greg's dismay and embarrassment, Simon insisted on half stripping Robert to check his back was ok before he ended up sharing the frozen peas with him. They stood there with the peas clamped tightly between two blackening eyes, arms wrapped around each other. Naturally Robert and Simon took advantage of the situation and their tongues started to dance as their lips met. Thomas was totally unphased by this, but Greg wasn't sure where to look or what to say. Thomas, Simon and Robert left about half an hour later looking much better than when they arrived. Thomas left them at Robert's house. The boys entered and as they headed upstairs "Robert, Simon, can we see you for a minute." Robert's dad called out. The boys looked at each other nervously as they started back down and headed for the sitting room. "What the hell happened to you two?" Asked Robert's dad. "Or can I guess?" "We had a slight problem with a couple of older kids." Robert answered knowing a grilling would follow. Robert's mother checked out the obvious injuries. "Do you hurt any where else?" She asked. "He landed heavily on his bum." Simon replied and before he really knew what was going on Robert's trousers and pants were round his ankles and his back was getting a thorough once over. "Well, your back looks ok. How does your neck feel?" "Fine mum. Stop fussing, please, it's embarrassing." "I need to know your ok." "Come on then out with it!" Robert's dad said in a firm voice. The boys spent the next 10 - 15 minutes relating the story and answering questions. "Simon." Simon looked up. "Since you and Robert are spending so much time together we have decided to give you a key of your own. We know you'll look after it." The look Simon received said that he better or else. "Thanks." Was all that Simon managed to get out before his voice croaked and went funny on him. No one had ever shown so much trust in him before now and he was speechless. All he could do was hug both of Robert's parents in turn. "Looks like you're one of the family know." Robert said. "I hope not!" There was a look of shock on all of the other faces in the room. "I'm not into incest." Simon suddenly realised what he had said and instantly took on the colour of a ripe cherry. Robert started to laugh. He had seen the funny side of it, but his parents now knew their relationship had reached a serious level. Their concern showed in their faces even though they didn't say any thing. The boys headed off up stairs again and went into Robert's room. The Friday night routine was now well established. On Friday nights Simon slept over at Robert's and Saturday nights the reverse occurred. They sat down on the bed, an arm casually draped over the other's shoulder. "Do you realise what I told your parents just now?" "Yea. That you didn't want to be their son." "No. You wally! I told them we were having sex with each other!" Simon sounded exasperated at Robert's failure to grasp the seriousness of his statement. "Oh well. They had to find out sooner or later." Simon just starred at Robert's flippancy. "We'll just have to keep you true to your word." Robert added after a short pause. Simon looked shocked. "We've only done it once, even then I was on the receiving end." "So that makes it your turn tonight!" "I don't know. I don't think I'm not ready for that yet. You know what happened last time." "Yea." Robert answered with a grin." But this time will be much better. Look." He added as he laid back and produced a tub of Vaseline from under his pillow. "This will make it much easier." "You scheming little sod! You set me up." Robert just grinned as he pulled Simon back on top of him. The boys spent the next few minutes with their lips joined, their tongues dancing and their hands stroking each others head, back, bum and thighs. From outside all that could be heard were groans of pleasure as their passion mounted. At some point Squirt, Robert's younger brother slipped into the room and hid in the wardrobe leaving the door ajar. His eye glued to the crack. Robert and Simon continued as their passion and love for each other reached new heights unaware of the voyeur in there midst. Slowly but surely a pile of their clothing was growing on the floor beside the bed. Simon was laying on his back with Robert kneeling between his legs as his kisses started moving down Simon's body. He lingered on his nipples kissing and gently nibbling on each in turn. Simon just wreathed and squirmed in sheer pleasure. Robert continued down to his belly button and after exploring it fully with his tongue, took a deep breath and blew a long raspberry. All Simon could do was chuckle wildly with delight. Robert continued south until he found his primary target pointing up at him like a missile ready to be launched. His hands started massaging the area brining the missile closer to launch. He opened his mouth and the missile was gone, hidden from view. For the first time, he gagged. He fought the urge and was soon comfortable in the knowledge his lover was rapidly heading towards adult hood. There was a gentle pop and the lid of the Vaseline tub dropped silently on to the bed. Gently but thoroughly Robert applied the Vaseline to his friend. Simon groaned as Robert's hand gently started to slide up and down with less and less friction. Robert also prepared himself with his other hand. He started working his way north, kissing as he went. There was another raspberry as he passed Simon's belly button and once he reached his lovers lips Robert repositioned his legs so that he was now straddling Simon's hips. The kissing grew more passionate still as Robert used his right hand to aim the missile prior to launch. His left arm was behind Simon's neck holding their lips firmly together. He lowered his body. He shivered as the missile started its journey and his cherry was plucked. He stopped several times as the pressure in side him grew too great but he was determined the missile should reach its chosen target. Simon grasped Robert's bum cheeks and pulled them firmly towards himself. Robert let out a groan as Simon took control and the missile reached its target. Simon brought his hands up and wrapped them around Robert's shoulders before rolling them both over. It wasn't long before he was pounding in to Robert. Both boys moaning and groaning as new parts of Robert's body were probed and explored. Suddenly, Simon thrust forwards hard and held Robert tight. For the first time he was giving Robert a very unique and special present. "That's 1 - 1." He managed to get out between gasps as he held them tight together wanting the feelings to last forever, but all too soon they started to fade and he released Robert and rolled over by his side. Both boys just lay there, Simon's head on Robert's shoulder. Squirt had been hiding in the wardrobe all the time. He had seen everything but was unsure how he felt about his brother and his lover making love. His body was starting to ache. It felt like he had been squashed into the wardrobe for hours. He moved trying to make himself more comfortable when his foot slipped and he tumbled out of the door and crashed down onto the bed. "What the fuck are you doing in here?" Robert shouted as the sudden noise startled him. "I. I." Was all that Squirt could get out before Simon started to quiz him. "How long have you been spying on us? Tell me. Tell me know!" Squirt just clamed up as the tears started to well up in his eyes. "Come here." Robert said in a quiet, calm voice. He stretched his arms out to his brother. Squirt moved towards him and eventually fell into his arms as his tears erupted. "It's ok. I'm not mad with you but I am very disappointed. I thought I could trust you. "You can." Squirt replied. "But you never talk to me any more. We used to have a good laugh together but since Simon and you got together we hardly ever talk." "I'm sorry. You know how I feel for Simon. He's the most important person in my life! But I love you just as much but in a different way. You're my brother and nothing can ever change that. Squirt lifted his head from Robert's shoulder and looked his straight in the eyes for a few moments. He tightened his grip and pulled Robert to him giving him a kiss on his cheek. Simon just sat there gob-smacked. "You know boys don't usually go around kissing each other, don't you?" Simon said with a grin. "You two do. I've seen you, loads of times." "Yes, but we aren't like most boys. We're in LOVE with each other." Robert stressed. "Boys don't usually love each other like we do." "But I love Robert. Isn't that the same?" Squirt asked. "Not really. Well, yes and no." Robert struggled to find just the right way to explain the difference to his brother. "You love me as a brother, but I love Simon like mum loves dad. Do you understand?" His reply was in the form of a puzzled expression from Squirt. "We'll talk to dad in the morning. Now off to bed with you." Squirt gave Robert a hug and a kiss goodnight and Simon a hug as he left. "You were easy on him. I'd have bashed him for spying on us." Simon said to Robert. "I know, but no one has really explained to him about us. He thinks we are very good friends. I'll sort the spying thing out in the morning after I have had a chat with dad. He need to know about the what happened tonight before he see Squirt." "I need a bath before we go to bed. I'm all sticky and sweaty." Simon got up and Robert followed him. The bathroom door was open and the boys had a clear view of Squirt cleaning his teeth. He was stood there in his briefs. He saw them in the mirror and started to turn round. Simon started to giggle as he pointed at the unexpectedly large bulge in the front of his briefs. Robert soon stopped him with a whack on his bare behind. "Ouch!" Simon yelped. "What was that for?" "Don't take the piss out of my brother. He's confused enough as it is." Squirt just stood there not knowing what was really going on. He finished up and headed off to bed. Robert started running the bath. "With or without bubbles?" "Without. Soap's more fun." He replied with a big grin on his face. Robert knew exactly what he meant, besides, there were added possibilities with soap. He turned and locked the door. Both boys spent best part of 45 minutes in the bath and the score reached 2 - 1 to Robert. The boys settled down for the night wrapped in each others arms. Saturday morning dawned bright and clear. Robert eased himself out of bed and slipped into a pair of boxers. Quietly he left the room and headed across the landing and went in to his parents room. His face was straight and serious. "Hi son. It's a bit early for you isn't it?" "I need to talk to you both." Robert said ignoring the question. His mother lifted the covers and he slid in beside her. "What is it? I've not seen you this serious for a long time." "It's Squirt. He's been spying on Simon and I. He was hiding in my wardrobe last night when Simon and I were having some fun." "I'll have a word with him." His father replied. "It's more serious than just spying on us. He's starting to ask questions and copying us without really understanding what he is doing. I'm scared things could get nasty for him." "Oh. I see." Replied his father. There was a yell from Robert's room. "Get out of here Squirt!" It was Simon's voice. "I'll go." Robert said quickly as he slid out of bed. As he crossed the landing Squirt ran straight into him. "Hey. What's wrong?" Robert asked Squirt as Simon's head appeared in the door way. "I climbed into your bed and snuggled down. Then an arm wrapped around me and Simon kissed me on my lips." "What were you doing in my bed any way? Where's your pants?" "I was sleeping the way you do." Squirt replied. "So why were you in my bed?" Robert asked again. "It's the only time we get to be together. He's always around the rest of the time." "Sorry mate. I hadn't realised. I don't mean to ignore you but Simon is a big part of my life." Robert thought for a couple of seconds. "I know. Instead of you slipping into my bed in the mornings, why don't I come and see you? Then neither of you will get any unwanted surprises. How does that sound?" "He's getting old before his time." Robert's dad said to his mum in the other room. Simon just winked and headed off back to bed. Squirt showed his agreement by grabbing Robert by the wrist and dragging him into his room. The house went quiet again apart from one last comment from Squirt. "Aren't you going to take these off?" He said tugging at the waist band of Robert's boxers. "Nah." He said as he slipped in beside his brother. "So tell me about your discoveries in the wardrobe." Squirt blushed slightly but soon realised that Robert wasn't cross. He rambled on about the different things Simon and Robert had talked about but said nothing about what he had seen. "Did you like watching us do things together?" Robert asked casually. "Some times my winkle went hard and felt funny." "What were we doing at the time?" Robert could feel himself getting excited. "I liked it best when you were kissing his winkle. I've never seen one that big other than dad and his was all floppy at the time." "What about mine?" Robert asked eagerly. Possibly too eagerly because Squirt just clamed up. Robert changed the subject and they spent best part of the next hour chatting and hugging each other the way brothers do. After breakfast Squirt was called into the sitting room by his dad whilst Robert and Simon sorted out the breakfast things. Simon and Robert looked nervously at each other. They knew that Squirt would tell every thing he had seen and heard to his dad. The boys were busy finishing off some chores when the dreaded shout was heard. They headed off to the sitting room unsure of what was going to happen next. They had no idea how long Squirt had been spying on them. "Sit down lads. We need to have a talk." They both knew the line well and what usually followed was going to be serious stuff. They emerged 20 minutes later. It was serious but no where as bad as they had imagined. Squirt had been told about spying on people and had also had Simon and Robert's relationship explained to him. With the chores done Simon and Robert grabbed their things and they headed off to Simon's. They now had his chores to do but more importantly, they would have the house to them selves later on! They met Mike, Simon's dad, in the kitchen. "Hi guys, how's it hanging?" The boys looked at each other. Mike's wasn't normally like this in the mornings. The boys became suspicious. The were expecting a wind-up of some kind. "Hi dad. What's going on?" Simon replied. "Nothing. I'm just glad to see you both." The boys became more suspicious. Simon's mum came in humming happily to herself. "Hello. How are my two love birds this morning?" "What the hell is going on?" Simon's patience was starting to run out. "Nothing." She replied with a sly smile at his father. Simon was starting to get wound up by now. Both of his parents were acting strangely. Robert recognised the warning signs. He put his hands on Simon's shoulders and tried to ease him out of the room. Simon shrugged him off and pounded the table emphasising each syllable. "What the bloody hell is gong on!" He was starting to yell by now. Robert tried to pull him away more forcefully this time. Simon spun and pushed him away. He landed heavily on the tiled floor. That was it. He had had enough. Robert came back at him and landed a good slap around his face. Simon was caught unawares but retaliated with a punch. Robert flew backwards again from the impact of the punch to his stomach. He sat on the floor, gasping for breath. Simon had started a chain of events. Events that were now out of his control. His dad, now very serious, grabbed him by the arm and dragged him yelling into the living room. Robert followed not realising what could happen to him. He was more worried about Simon. Simon was stood in the middle of the room when Robert entered. His arm forced up his back as his dad tried to undo his jeans. "Mike. Please. He didn't hurt me. I'm ok." Robert cried as he tried to save Simon from what was about to happen. Mike just pushed him back onto the settee. Robert returned and was hurled bodily back onto the settee. "Stay there or you'll get some too!" Mike threatened. Robert tried and failed again. Simon was thrust over his father's knee and spank after spank landed on his bare bottom. Robert lost count after a while. He understood discipline but his love for Simon had over-ridden his common sense. The spanking stopped and the room was quiet apart from Simon's sobs. Robert stood up and was immediately yanked forwards by his arm. "I told you to keep out of it. But you had to interfere." Mike was stressing his words by shaking Robert. "Now it's your turn!" He felt Mike undoing his jeans. "Please don't. Please. I was scared you'd hurt him." "You're damn right!" Mike was angry. Robert found himself looking down at the carpet. He tensed as the first spank landed. "Ah!" He yelled loud enough for the whole street to hear. It was closely followed by another and another. His bottom was starting to burn as yet more spanks landed on it. Mike stopped and made both boys stand in front of him. "In this house you both do as you are told! Do you understand?" Robert nodded. "Yes dad." Simon answered. His voice was thick. Mike looked both boys in the eyes and removed a handkerchief from his pocket. More gently now he started to wipe the shiny silver tear trails from the boys faces. He reached out and pulled both boys to him in a hug neither of them would forget for the rest of their lives. "Mike. What was all of that about in the kitchen?" Robert asked uncertainly. "It's quite simple. Simon is going to have a baby brother or sister!" The boys looked at Mike gob-smacked. They had just had a good hiding over some good news. Simon felt particularly silly. "Congratulations Mike. What are you hoping for?" "A girl." Came an abrupt reply. "Oh well. Atleast she'll be safe from us." He said with the start of smile on his face that soon erupted into the biggest bout of hysterics all three of them had had in a long time. "What's going on in here?" Asked Simon's mother. "Dad just told us the news." "And?" "Oh sorry. Congratulations!" "No silly. What do you think?" "It's great. There's lead left in the old pencil yet." There was a sudden smack. Mike's hand had hit Simon's ear. "Do you want another hiding?" Mike asked with a grin on his face. "There may be lead in the pencil but has the engine been thrashed?" Simon said as he bolted for the door. He was too slow. Mikes foot shot between his ankles and he fell flat on his face. They all started laughing. It had been ages since Mike and Simon had a bit of a laugh together. "The engine may not be as good but the driver still knows the circuit!" "We'll see you two later." Simon's mum said as Mike stood up and they went out of the door together. "You know how to live dangerously, don't you?" "Not as dangerously as you." Came Simon's reply as his hand shot in through Robert's open fly and tweaked the contents. "Hey!" "When's your birthday?" "End of the month. Why?" "We could have a party. You know, invite some mates over." "What mates? Only Greg is left out of my old mates. The other's don't seem to want to know me any more." "There's always James and Thomas." Simon answered with a wry grin. "Oh. I see. You're going to dump me on my birthday for a younger model!" Robert said as he turned away pretending to be up-set. "No. No." Simon immediately replied before easing Robert round and planting a big reassuring kiss on his lips. Robert replied by wrapping his arms tightly, almost tight enough to be a bear hug, around Simon. "Do you think we should invite Greg? He'll expect an invite and I would like him to come but he may dampen things afterwards?" "What things afterwards?" He knew what Robert was getting at but couldn't see how he was going to engineer it. "The sleep-over. Silly." "Brilliant! But there's one snag. Parent's. Yours and mine. They aren't going to let anything happen." "You promised Skip that nothing was going to happen on camp. Now look at us!" They both grinned at each other. "Do you think we can get away with it?" "What's the worst thing that can happen?" "A sore arse, grounded and us kept apart. But not necessarily in that order." "The first two I can handle. The last, no way." Just the thought of being separated for any length of time scared them both and neither of them doubted that their parents would do it. They huddled closer together on the settee and wrapped their arms around each other. Simon turned the TV on with the remote and they just sat their cuddled up together watching some cartoons. About an hour later Simon's mum popped her head around the door. She was quite moved to see the boys just sitting enjoying each others company. She was also relieved to know they weren't unto stuff all the time she was out. A few moments later there was an ominous click and a bright flash. Both boys turned rapidly to face the door. There was another click and a flash. Simon's mum had caught them with the camera. Like most teenagers, they didn't like having their photo's taken but it was too late. They returned their attention to the TV. Some time later the phone rang. Simon answered it and called his mum. "It's for you. Robby's mum wants a word." He heard the extension being picked-up and put the phone down. "What did she want?" Robert asked. "I don't know." Simon replied as he returned to the settee. "She just wanted a word with mum." He casually draped his arm over Robert's shoulder as he settled down. "Rob', Simon. Can I have a word in the kitchen?" Called Simon's mum. "Coming." They shouted in unison. "What's up?" "Rob's parents have to go out tonight and I have been asked if we can look after Squirt too." The boys expression dropped. "There goes our privacy!" Robert said under his breath. "What do you mean?" Asked Simon's mum. "He's been spying on us. It's getting embarrassing. I told dad about it this morning but I don't know if he's done anything about it yet." Robert answered. "Oh. I see." She thought for a moment or two. "Simon, why don't you put that old tent of yours up in the garden. Then you two could sleep out in it." Robert's eyes lit up like search lights. "It's big enough for three people mum. He'd only want to come out with us." Replied Simon. "Not if there were three of us." Robert added. "Let's ask Tom if he can camp out with us." The boys suggested. Robert spotted a gleam in Simon's eyes. "Check the tent out first." Suggested Simon's mother. The boys shot off like a rocket, out the back door and down the garden path to the shed. Five minutes later a rather shabby looking tent stood on the lawn. It may have looked shabby but there was nothing wrong with it. Shortly after lunch the door bell rang. Robert opened it and there stood Thomas. He was loaded up to the gunwales with enough kit for a fort night. Robert helped him in. It wasn't long before all three of them were installed in the tent. There are no prises for guessing which two sleeping bags were closest together. "Simon. James has come round to see you." His mum called out of the kitchen window. "Can you send him round please." James came round the corner singing quietly to himself until he saw the tent. His expression changed as he realised that someone else had had the same idea as him. The three smiling faces peering up at him didn't help much either. "What's up with you? You were so happy a moment ago." Thomas asked. "My dad's bought me a new tent and I was going to see of you could tent out with me." "Why don't you join us? It'll be like summer camp again." Knowing smiles passed around all of their faces as Robert's implied meaning was realised. "It'll be a bit cramped." James answered as a disappointed look came over his face. "We won't need much space." Simon replied as he put his arm around Robert and hugged him close. "I don't know. My mum thinks you're all a bit too old for me to hang around with." "You can ask any way. Can't you?" "I'll ask but don't hold your breath." With that James disappeared down the side of the house. He returned about 15 minutes later carrying a ruck-sack almost as big as he was. All the boys let out a cheer as they started to re-arrange the tent. Look out for part 5 due out soon. Thanks, yet again, to Lenny for his help with this part of the story and also to everyone who contributed ideas or emailed me encouragement. If you have any comments or suggestions please email me at teller_of_tales@hotmail.com as usual flames will be ignored.