Date: Tue, 22 Dec 1998 16:17:37 PST
From: TellerOf Tales <teller_of_tales@hotmail.com>
Subject: Simon's Story part 9

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 and ASSGM Archives. Do not distribute it to any
newsgroups and/or other web-sites without permission from the author.
	To understand this part of Simon and Robert's on-going story better
I suggest you read Simon's Story parts 1 to 7 before starting this part.

Classification: tt mast 

Simon's Story Part 9:
Secrets

	The sun rose slowly unlike the boys. They rose with a bang! Mike
gave Simon a playful slap on his bare behind. Robert was still in place and
much to their amusement ready to go again.  He didn't say any thing. He
just marvelled how happy the two boys were with each other.
	The week passed fairly uneventfully. Simon's mother was starting to
show her condition and Simon was starting to wonder just how the new
addition to the family would affect him. He knew about the sleepless nights
and dirty nappies (diapers) but wasn't sure how he would cope. He loved the
idea of a younger brother but what if it was a girl?
	Robert came round on the Friday night after Scouts. He knew Simon
was uneasy about the forthcoming event and had tried talking to him several
times but never got very far. Eventually he spoke to Mike about it.
	"I don't think Si' is very, oh how can I put it? Very sure of his
feelings about the new edition to the family."
	"How do you mean Robby?" Mike asked.
	"I have tried to talk to him about it several times this week and
he just changes the subject."
	"Don't worry about it. All he needs is time to get used to the
idea."
	"I hope so. He's been an only child for so long now. Do you think
he'll adjust ok? You know, without getting jealous all the time?"
	"He'll be ok. Besides, boy or girl, he doesn't have to share
you. Does he?" Robert just smiled.
	"Nah. I guess not." He turned and headed off up stairs. Simon was
taking a shower when Robert got there. He slipped out of his clothes and in
with him. Simon jumped at first. He hadn't heard him come in but soon the
soapsuds were flying as the boys worked up a good lather.
	To an outsider, they appeared to be joined at the lips as their
hands stroked and fondled every reachable inch of each other's
bodies. Unlike when they first fell in love, the emphasis now was more on
pleasing each other than pure sex. It was obvious now that they were
reaching the heights of pure ecstasy as their maturing boyhood's joined in
the stroking and occasionally fencing with each other. Although neither of
them had noticed, both had grown noticeably since that first afternoon in
Simon's bedroom when Simon made the first tentative steps towards true
love.
	They stepped out of the shower and dried each other off as they
continued rubbing and stroking each other. A short dash to the bedroom
across the landing and the door closed quietly behind them with a dull thud
and a click. The bed squeaked a little as both boys landed on it. Their
arms locked in an embrace. Mouths sealed together as their tongues danced.
	Robert started to dominate their activities as he manoeuvred Simon
onto his back and straddled his thighs. Simon recognised the warning signs
and knew Robert was building up to something, but what? A little thought
would have given him the answer but Robert's passion combined with his own
gave him little time to think.
	"Si'." Robert said between kisses carefully placed around Simon's
neck.  "Tell me. " The intensity of his kissing reduced but they were just
as passionate. "How you feel about--" the kissing continued for a few more
seconds "--having a little brother or sister?"
	"Robby. Not now please." His voice pitched a little higher at the
end as Robert started to kiss and tease one of his nipples.
	"Yes. Now." Robert replied as he switched nipples.
	"Come on." Simon suddenly groaned as Robert started flexing his
tummy muscles causing Simon's now painfully hard erection to gently rub and
roll around between them. "Give it a rest.  Please." He groaned again.
"I'll tell you in" he gasped as Robert intensified his actions. "In the
morning." He just got out before releasing almost everything he had to
offer in a monumental orgasm. He was left gasping for breath as his body
shuddered and tingled in the after waves.
	Simon just lay there, now totally limp as Robert slid off onto his
back beside him. He knew he had missed his chance to get Simon to open up
to him. Both boys shivered slightly as a breeze blew over them from the
open top window. Robert started cleaning-up his friend and lover. His mouth
and tongue working far better than any brand new vacuum cleaner ever could.
With this completed, Robert pulled the covers up over them and switched off
the light. His last sight of Simon that night was like an angel basking in
the eary yellow glow of the street light out side shining in through a gap
in the curtains.
	When Robert awoke the next morning, Simon was gone. "Si'. Si' where
are you?" He got no reply. Robert wandered around the house looking for him
but there was no sign of him. He went back up stairs and dressed. He was
starting to worry now. Simon never usually went out without saying
anything. In fact, he usually woke Robert up in his own loveable style.
	Robert checked he had his keys and went out. The morning was cool
and dull. There was a threat of rain as he started to jog round all the
places they used to hang out. Not a sign. In desperation he went back to
his house. There sat wrapped up in his own mothers arms was Simon.  He was
so relieved but a little angry too.
	"Where the hell?" Robert started to say when his mother
interrupted.
	"Not now, son." She waved her hand gesturing him to leave them
alone.
	Robert stomped off to the kitchen. Confusion added to his other
emotions. Why was Simon talking to his mother? Why not to him? He filled
the kettle and switched it on. As he stood there trying to puzzle out what
was happening a pair of skinny arms wrapped themselves around his waist and
the hands clasped together cradling his pouch. Without turning to look he
said "Hi, Squirt."
	"How d'you know it was me?" he replied.
	"There are only two people that hold me like this and the other is
in with mum." Squirt eased his grip and Robert turned round and returned
his brother's hug.  "I love you, Squirt."
	"I love you too, Robby." The boys just stood there in an embrace
that would have continued but for the click of the kettle as it switched
itself off. The boys separated. Squirt got the cups as Robert made the
tea. They both headed off to the living room.
	By now, Simon was sitting by Robert and Squirts mother. They were
chatting idly but Robert could see in Simon's face that they had been
talking seriously about some thing.
	"Why did you go out and not tell me? Not even a note." Robert asked
with a scowl on his face.
	"I'm sorry, but I had a lot on my mind. What with the baby and
all."
	"I know. I tried to talk to you last night but you clamed up on me.
What's wrong?"
	"Leave it, Robby. There's a good lad." His mother interrupted.
	"But--"
	"Just leave it," she repeated but a little more forcefully. Robert
sat down in the chair with a thud. Why was everyone being so secretive? Why
wouldn't they talk to him? He sat and finished his tea in silence before
going up to his room and flopping down on the bed.
	There were some familiar sounding noises coming from across the
landing. He knew what was going on and who was making them but something
didn't sound right.  He stood up and quietly crossed to the bathroom door.
He stopped and listened before quietly trying the door handle. The door
wasn't locked and carefully he opened it a little. There sat on the toilet
was Squirt, his trousers and pants round his ankles and his shirt in a heap
on the floor. His hand was firmly gripping his favourite toy as it sped up
and down. Robert ventured further in and let out a gasp as Squirt looked up
suddenly. He tried to hide himself with his hands but it was too late.
	"What's up? You don't usually do that when I come in."
	"I--I--I, er," Squirt stammered. Robert carefully lifted his hands
and peered down.
	"How did you do that?" Robert asked gently as he stared at a very
red and extremely sore looking penis.
	"It hurts Robby. It hurts." Squirt said as he started to cry.
Naturally Robert knelt down and hugged his brother.
	"What have you been doing to make it that sore?"
	"Just the same as usual." Squirt sobbed.
	"How often?"
	"I don't know. May be 10 or 12 times a day."
	"Jeez. You'll wear it out before you get to use it properly." He
had a closer look. Poor Squirt was covered in burn marks and flaking skin
over almost all its length.
	"Can you fix it Robby?" The younger boy asked with a pleading look
and tone to his voice.
	"The first thing you must do is stop beating the poor thing to
death.  After that it will get better slowly."
	"How long will it take Robby?" Squirt asked wondering if he could
stop for even a couple of hours never mind any longer.
	"I don't know. May be days or even weeks. I think mum needs to know
about it though.  What happens if someone sees it looking like that?"
	"They won't!" Squirt replied quickly and sharply.
	"What about the showers after PE?" Robert asked gently. Squirt sat
there aghast. He hadn't thought about that.
	"You stay here and I'll get mum."
	"Robby please? Please?" But it was too late. Robert was on his way
down stairs. He returned a few moments later with his mother.
	"Robert, leave us please."
	"Ok." He replied and left grudgingly. He headed downstairs. Simon
was still sat on the settee. He sat beside him and told him about Squirt.
Simon creased up with laughter.
	"It's not funny! The poor little sod is rubbed raw." He glared at
Simon who had passed beyond the point where he could regain control of his
laughter. He raised his hand as if he was going to slap him but Simon was
too quick. He grabbed him by the wrist causing him to over balance and
slide off onto the floor. As fast as lightening his other wrist was also
held in a tight grip.
	Simon spread his arms wide above his head and lowered his face to
Robert's. "You can do almost anything you like to me but not that!" Simon
said forcefully.  Robert turned his head to one side. There was nothing he
could do to alleviate the situation. He was pinned to the floor with
Simon's full weight on his stomach. Simon brought his hands to the side of
his face forcing him to look back into his eyes. Slowly he lowered his head
and sealed his lips onto Robert's. Robert's anger abated immediately,
something Simon was counting on as he let his tongue explore his lover's
mouth.
	It wasn't long before all thoughts of anger were forgotten and were
replaced with a passion that only true lovers can share. With his hands now
free, Robert stroked and caressed Simon's back and behind and then up to
the back of his head. Neither of them was aware of anything else at that
moment until they heard the sound of someone clearing their throat.  Simon
looked over his shoulder and saw Robert's mother standing there smiling but
a little embarrassed too.
	"Boys, I need your help," she started. Robert realised what was
happening and went cherry red. Simon simply released him and sat on the
floor looking up at her.  Robert joined him trying hard to conceal the
bulge in the front of his trousers. "This is difficult for me to say so
please just listen for a moment." She paused while she summoned up the
courage.  "Squirt has a problem with himself. It looks as though he has
been over doing it a bit. You understand what I mean."
	"A bit!" Robert interrupted.
	"Shut up, Robby." Simon said.
	"Thank you. I need you to talk to him." Her expression turned very
serious. "You both know the rules. Don't you?"
	"Yes," they both answered.
	"How do you mean talk to him?" Robert asked a little slow on the
uptake.
	"Don't be silly." Simon said to him. "It's ok. I'll talk to him.
He's just a little slow today."
	"Thanks. I knew I could count on you both. But remember the rules!"
She turned and left.
	"What did she mean?" Robert asked.
	"You are bloody slow today! She wants us to talk to him, explain
things. You know."
	"You mean like a gang wank?"
	"I don't really think that's what she meant but if we have to, then
we have to. The first thing though is to prevent him from making himself
any worse."
	"How do we do that?" Robert asked.
	"That's the easy part. Let's get back to my place. There's some
things there that we are going to need." Both boys got up and after telling
Robert's mum where they were going left the house.  They returned an hour
later carrying a polythene bag. They slipped their shoes off by the front
door and went upstairs.
	Robert knocked gently on his brother's door. "What?" Came an abrupt
reply. Slowly he opened it and the boys went in. Almost immediately an
acutely embarrassed Squirt flew across the room at his brother. His arms
flailing.
	"You bastard! Cunt! Shit face!" he shouted. "Why did you have to
tell mum? She made me tell her what I had been doing. It was awful!"
	"Sorry. I had to tell her. It was the only way you would have let
yourself get better."
	"FUCK OFF!" Squirt yelled at him and threw his arms around Simon.
Simon immediately felt in a very awkward position. He never liked getting
between the brothers. He hugged him gently and led him to the bed. He sat
down and sat Squirt on his lap as he gently hugged him. He was calming down
but wouldn't look at Robert for ages after that. Robert turned and walked
out feeling very hurt. He hoped his brother would understand why he had to
talk to his mother. He also knew he could trust Simon, with his life if
necessary. He went downstairs and into the kitchen. His mother was
preparing dinner for them all. He stood behind her and wrapped his arms
around her.
	"Why doesn't he understand why I had to tell you?" he said almost
in tears.
	"Don't worry, he'll understand when he gets older," she replied
turning round in his arms and returning his embrace. "Is Simon with him?"
	"Yes," Robert replied sulkily.
	"So what are you two planning to do to help him?"
	"Si's brought his boxing gloves over. The plan is to make him wear
them. That way he can't wan--" He stopped short.
	"Good idea. At least he'll get better. But what after that?" she
asked.
	"I don't know, but I think Si' has something in mind."
	"Ok. So can I get on with dinner now?" Robert released his mother
and went through to the sitting room and watched the telly. Squirt and
Simon came in a few minutes later. Squirt immediately tried to put the
boxing gloves to the use they were designed for but Simon stopped him
before he could hurt Robert.
	It took most of Simon's strength to tie the laces on the cuffs of
the cloves to prevent Squirt from hitting Robert. Despite Robert's best
efforts Squirt totally ignored him and took every opportunity that
presented itself to get back at his brother.
	Robert went up to bed early that night feeling very miserable. The
last thing he wanted was to hurt his younger brother but the situation was
getting impossible. He heard the other two boys come up stairs and go into
Squirt's room. They were laughing and joking.  This caused Robert to start
doubting his trust in Simon. With all these feelings whirling around inside
his head he decided a night alone might do him some good. While the others
were in Squirts room he picked up his sleeping bag from the cupboard and
quietly slipped off to the spare room. He closed the door and slipped into
his sleeping bag. He didn't even bother to undress.
	The noise outside died down and he could hear Simon calling for
him. He just lay there quiet and still. Simon's voice was getting more
anxious. But still he just lay there. Eventually the door opened and Simon
looked in.
	"What are you doing in here?" he asked.
	Robert just turned over and faced the other way. He knew a night
away from Simon would be as hard for him as it would be for Simon. A hand
grabbed him by the shoulder and turned him over. "I said what are you doing
in here?"
	"Trying to sleep!" he yelled back but his emotions got the better
of him and he could feel the tears building up in his eyes again. Another
totally unexpected thing happened. His voice cracked. He tried to say,
`Leave me alone,' but nothing came out -- only the sound of air being
forced out. This poor confused lad could do nothing but turn his head away.
	"Robby. Robby please talk to me. What have I done? Why are you so
upset with me?"  Simon asked but got no reply. He turned and walked away.
His heart felt heavy. Why had Robby treated him that way? He went down and
spoke to Robert's father who naturally came straight up.
	"What's up son?" He gently asked. Robert immediately leapt for him
wrapping his arms tightly around his dad. As his tears flowed they were
accompanied by the strangest noise his father had ever heard. It took him a
while but he eventually found out that his son was upset because of his
doubts with Simon but mainly that his younger brother had rejected him
totally, for the time being any way. His voice starting to break was just
another added complication.
	"Get yourself back into your own bed and don't be so silly. Of
course Simon isn't dumping you for your brother. You should have more faith
in him than that.  Besides, he loves you very much. What do you think he
has been talking to Squirt about for the past couple of hours? All you have
done is hurt someone that loves you dearly. You silly beggar."
	"Is that true?" Robert tried to ask but his voice didn't come out.
His father just nodded and picked his son up, sleeping bag as well. He
carried him through to his room and the sight of Simon crying into his
pillow greeted them both. He too was hurting because of Robert. He gently
placed him down on the bed beside Simon and told them both to "Sort it out,
tonight."
	The boys looked at him first and then in to each other's eyes. "I'm
sorry." Robert squeaked.
	"So am I." Simon replied as they wrapped their arms around each
other.  Robert's dad left the room quietly closing the door behind him. It
didn't take long for Simon to get Robert out of his sleeping bag and
clothes and into bed. The boys spent the entire night wrapped up in each
other's arms.
	Squirt had a good lecture that night about ignoring his brother and
how he had nearly caused a rift between Robert and Simon. He too went to
sleep feeling very sorry for himself.

	If you have any comments please email me at
teller_of_tales@hotmail.com as usual flames will be ignored.  I must
apologise to Aaron and LordVader. I failed to express my appreciation for
their help with the last part of the story and with this one. Sorry guys.