Date: Wed, 15 Mar 2000 15:57:07 EST From: Lyndhurst Rutherford Subject: TAD'S STORY...CHAPTER 6 Hello readers. I know that it has been a long time since Chapter 5, but I've spent the past couple of months in the hospital. Not to fear though, I am slowly feeling hale and hardy! Or was that Laurel and Hardy ? Well, at any rate I am now resuming this fancyfull tale of mine. As always.....The following story is purely fictional. This concerns friendship, love, and sex between boys. If you are offended by my work, please don't read it. If this story is illegal because of your age or locality, don't read it. This, dear reader, represents my first attempt at writing short stories. If you do choose to read on, I would so enjoy hearing any and all serious observations and critiques from you. Please feel free to e-mail me at lyndie_73@Hotmail.com. Copyright 1999, Lyndhurst Rutherford, all rights reserved. ------------ Tad Story..by Lyndhurst Rutherford...lyndie_73@Hotmail.com CHAPTER 6 Tad and I made our way down the main stairs, past the foyer, and out through the library on our way to the dining room. All about us the upstairs and downstairs maids, scurried about their business with little time to waste, with Annabelle issuing orders as if she were the captain of the greatest ship in His Majesty's fleet. On our way to join Father for breakfast, I noticed that the morning sunshine literally poured into every available window, flooding the house in it's warmth and beauty. I must have seen the sun through the windows thousands of times in my life, but never, until this morning, had I realized how beautiful it really was. It seemed that I loved everything this morning. As we walked, Tad kept close by my side, not really sure where to go, should he lose sight of me. He was unusually quiet this morning, following me, with his eyes looking this way and that. Every so often the morning sun would light up his face as we passed, bouncing softly off his hair, giving it the quality of spun gold. My heart ached with love, for how truly beautiful he was and how lucky I was that he loved me as much as I loved him. Just before we got to the dining room, we ran into Annabelle on her way out of the kitchen. "Good morning Master Samuel, and Master Thomas! I trust that everyone slept nice and comfey, eh?" As I opened my mouth to reply, Tad had already beaten me to it. "Miss Annabelle, I must thank you for providing me with the cot last night. Never have I slept more soundly". "Why, Master Thomas, there's no need at all to thank me. My, I was right, Master Samuel's suit fits you as if it were made to order. Mind you now, Master Thomas, if any of the young ladies see you in these clothes, they'll instantly fall in love. You're the handsomest sight I've ever seen." It was all I could do to keep from laughing. Never had I seen Tad blush a redder shade than he was displaying at this very moment. Wouldn't she be shocked indeed to learn that the young ladies can eat their bloody hearts out, this sweet boy is all mine. But I must admit that he did have Anabelle wrapped around his little finger. Much to his advantage, Tad seemed to be able to do that to alot of people. Except me. I was wrapped around all of his fingers, his arms, legs, chest, etc, etc. "So Annabelle, what's for breakfast? I'm simply starved", I said. "Starved are we, Master Samuel? By the way you packed it away last night at dinner, I would wonder if there was any room left at all in that skinny little body"., she said as she gave me a playfull motherly tickle in the belly. "If you want to know, simply go out on the patio and join your Father before he eats it all. Now off with you lot, I've got plenty to do". With that she was off, yelling at the downstairs maid for some trifle. As I looked back at Tad, he was still blushing. "Better warn the young ladies in London that Beau Winslow is coming to call", I teased. Tad stopped dead in his tracks and angrily looked me right in the eyes. "You take that back, Sam, or else." Or else? He had me going. I didn't realize that Tad had such a quick temper. But then again, he didn't know that I can be a prankster at times. I looked back at him. "Or else what?", I said. Big mistake. Without warning he pushed me back against the wall, quite forcfully I might add, and plastered his sweet lips against mine. Instinctivly, my eyes closed and my my mouth opened, admitting his delicious tongue. As he held me with one hand, the other slipped quickly into my trousers and into my boxers, finding my penis in a split second. My mind went blank as my penis roared to life, completely forgetting where we were, as Tad started stroking my penis from base to tip with warm, sensitive, fingers. Breaking my mouth free from his, for a moment, I tried to get out the words, hampered by a shortness of breath, and buckling knees. "TTTaddd......Wha...ohhhnnn..what are you doing(gasp)ohhnnghh?? Father is just outside those d-d-doooorssss(gasp)ooooooohhhhh...mmmmmm". I tried pushing him away, but somehow couldn't. Blast it all! What if the maids or Annabelle were to come upon us? What a scene this would be! As I tried again to push him away, suddenly there was no need. As quickly as he'd started, he abruptly stopped, leaving me panting and hard as a bloody flagpole. "If you're a good boy today and don't ever tease me again, I'll let you finish in my little behind,later", he said, pouting, lewdly licking his fingers, and wiggling his sweet little behind at me as he ran out the patio doors to greet Father. My mind was a mass of tangled confusion at that moment, as I ran for the adjacent bathroom so I could try and reposition my attributes. I surely didn't want to greet Father with the morning flag salute. Blast that Tad, he had a viscious sense of humor. But, I must admit that I did have it coming. Walking outside to the breakfast table, Father and Tad were engaged in a discussion concearning chess moves, of all things. "Good morning Samuel, I trust the night passed well?" said Father as he looked at me no differently than he normally did. Father must have known that Tad and I had loved each other last night, but never let on. That's what made him so good in the business world. One never knew, quite what moves father would make, or what he knew. Father had, what I think the Americans called a "Poker face". "Good morning Father. Yes sir, the night went beautifully. I kept dreaming of this little angel, so beautiful was he, floating about in the moonlight." I definately had Tad's attention now, as he stared at me with his eyes wide open, wondering if I was to exact revenge for his prank. "Splendid, my boy. Alright boys, get on with your breakfasts, as we leave in half an hour. And do be quiet, we dont want to wake Mother just yet". As the cook brought us our breakfasts, Father, as usual, had his nose buried in the newspaper. As I looked out into the morning light which graced the garden, the birds chirped, butterflies dallied about the dew laiden blooms, and the sweet scent of honeysuckle wafted past my nose, now and again. I silently looked at Tad, and, as if he were reading my mind, gazed at me at the exact same time. With the beautiful morning filling our senses, our eyes were saying, "I love you" to each other. At the same time we both reached out under the table, to hold hands, silently stealing the moment. That was the first time in my life that I was sure that I loved Tad completely and without reservation. I was certain then that, despite everyone and everything, I needed him in my life always. Slowly, I looked about to see if anyone was near, and seeing no one, slowly lifted Tad's soft hand to my lips and gently kissed it, silently mouthing , "I love you". Tad smiled at me with his dreamy eyes, squeezed my hand, and did the one silent thing he does best.....he blushed. Tad finished his breakfast rather quickly and asked Fathers' permission to be excused to go to the bathroom before we left. "Yes Thomas, you may be excused. As a matter of fact, when your done you may join Samuel and myself at the garage over there", said Father, as he pointed to the direction of the garage just out of the garden gate. When Tad was gone, Father put down his paper, stood and looked at me. "Sam, you look different this morning son. You have this...er..euphoric look in your eyes.",he said with a slight smile."You must be in love." Somehow it seemed odd that Father should be having this conversation with me. One day a boy, next day a man. "Yes sir", I replied,with a smile of my own, not being able yet to look him in the eyes as I said it. "He'll be a fine man someday Sam. I would like you to know that if it's Thomas that you'll love forever, it's alright with me." We just looked at each other for a moment. For the first time I was seeing my father in a whole new light. Not only as my father, but as someone that understood from experiance, the love for Tad that filled my heart. As Father and I started to walk to the garage, I thought about what Tad had told me last night. The thought of it was now more enraging to me than it had been last night. I have never hated anyone before, and was just beginning to feel the hatred make my stomach turn. How could he? How could anyone? I knew that talking to Father was my best start at helping my darling, yet I prayed that, in doing so, it didn't all blow up in my face. Well, I thought, if I was going to be a man, then I must face this head on, as a man. I guessed that now was as good a time as ever. "Father, I must discuss a matter with you." "Well, well. I was wondering how long it would take you, Sam." I stopped dead in my tracks and just stared at him. Was he reading my mind? Father looked at my puzzled expression and said, "Dear God son, don't you think that the anger on your face is apparent? One minute your in love with the world with blue birds flitting about your head, the next thing I know you've got a look that could kill. So come now, what's got you buggered? At first the words came slowly, but after a minute the entire matter came galloping out of me, full steam ahead. As I spoke, my anger vented as I paced and spoke, and paced some more. All the while, Father just listened, saying nothing, and without expression. When I had finished ranting, it was silent for a moment. I turned to Father, looking at him dead on. "Father, please," I cried, "I do so love him, what shall I do?" My father thought for a moment. He took one of his cigars out of his breast pocket, and lit it and paced slowly about the garage as he thought, with clouds of cigar smoke trailing behind him. Suddenly he stopped turned about to look at me. "Samuel, I know that you love Thomas and that you also believe everything he tells you, especially those words that are said in the afterglow of romantic encounters. It may sound cold hearted of me to say this Sam, but I am far enough detached to be able to make decisions with my head rather than my heart. My son,.... for now, we do nothing. We must be sure that what he's telling you is indeed the truth. Accusations such as this are not to be made lightly. I must think further on this. We'll talk again later." "But father! I...,I uhhh, adore him. How can I let him go back knowing what I know?" "Samuel Hedge, I will not allow you to make a decision in haste. Every move I have ever made has been one that was well planned and thought out. I didn't get to my position in life by being hasty. I am pleased that you think so highly of our relationship, that you come to me with this problem". Looking at me and seeing the dispair in my eyes, he put his arms around me. Giving me one of his famous bear hugs, he smiled at me and said,"Sometimes love hurts too. Trust me." I looked up into my fathers' loving eyes, and I knew in my heart that I could trust his judgement. After all he'd never, ever given me reason to doubt it. I knew that he was right. Sometimes love did hurt. Sometimes it hurt very much. As I hugged him back, I wished that I'd never have to grow up, so I could stay in the safe, warm, love that was Father. "Better let go of me now Sam. Here comes your Tad. We wouldn't want to make him jealous, would we?" said Father, and we both laughed at his rude little joke. Suddenly, Tad came bounding apon us in his usual graceful way, all sunshine and smiles. All I needed was to look apon his sweet, shining face, and the dark storm clouds of my anger were parted, as the sunlight shone again. "All ready Mr. Hedge!", he chirped. "Splendid. Alright then. Let's be off." Tad and I climbed into the car as Father cranked the beast to life with a clatter and a bang. A moment later we were headed down the drive and onto the main road. Next stop, London. The drive to London was a pleasant experiance, as the day was warm and the sweet summer air flew past our faces as Father drove at the top speed of thirty miles an hour. For the first time, I really noticed the changing scenery as our quaint little suburban village disappeard behind us, giving way to the pastoral, rolling hills of the English countryside. Looking out from the vantage point of the car, I could see for miles, as we passed farm after farm, and pastures crowded with grazing cows and horses. Sitting between Father and me, Tad chatted up Father almost non stop, and judging by the smile on Fathers face, he didn't mind a bit. It warmed my heart that Tad seemed to get on so well with Father. I slowly realized how lucky I was. Having Father's male influences around me when I grew up helped make me the man I am today. Tad, on the other hand, was simply starving for the attentions of a male role model and couldn't get enough of being friendly with Father. For posterity sake, may I add that, being gay, or loving another male, if you will, never meant that Tad and I were any less of men than those that had male - female relationships. What the world didn't understand, and still doesn't, is what Father told me so long ago that night in the garden. "Love is love, wheather it was gay or what ever, as long as you were loved, you had everything". Slowly but surely, the vast countryside began to change into an urban setting as the outskirts of the city of London slowly began to appear. This was very exciting to Tad, as he had hardly ever been away from the village. Every new building and landmark Father pointed out caught his undivided attention, with an exhuberence that was truly Tad. After a while we found ourselves in the main part of the city. With Tad marveling at the Royal Albert Hall, and the Tower Bridge, as we soon passed through Piccadilly on our way to our destination. Tad was also impressed by the multitudes of people on the streets of the city. There were more people than he'd ever seen in our little village, all going about their daily routine. Before too long, Father pulled the car up to the gates of the largest building I had ever seen. It wasn't tall, but rather spread out, and completely enclosed by the imposing wrought iron gates. On the roof, flew the union jack, and on either side of the gates were two little guard houses with uniformed guards standing at attention. I couldn't help notice how beautiful the guards uniforms were. Large furry, black hats, red jackets with gold buttons, and blue trousers. As we stopped at the gate, Father told one of the guards that we were expected by Commander Longley, BIU. What, or who, that was, I had no idea, but that was Fathers business, and Tad and I remained as respectfully quiet as possable. The guard picked up a telephone in the guard house to verify our arrival. A moment later the guard returned and informed us that the captain of the guards would usher us in directly, and returned to his post. It was then that I noticed a plaquard embedded in the wall just behind the guard. "Buckingham Palace. Father, is this a real palace?" I asked astonished that I was about to enter the grounds of a real palace. "Why yes Samuel, it is. With that being said, boys, I must ask that you remain true gentleman at all costs and speak only when spoken to." As usual Tad beat me to the reply. "Mr. Hedge, sir, you have our word as gentleman, that we will do nothing to embarrass you." "Good sport then, Thomas." said Father, slapping Tad on the back. While we waited to be admitted, Father was day dreaming and finishing his cigar, while staring out, away from Tad and me. Quietly, I turned my head and leaned it in, close to Tads ear, as I slyly stuck the tip of my tongue into it, slowly licking the sweet pink curls of skin inside. As I did this, I felt Tad suddenly jump. Not enough to get Fathers attention, but enough that I knew that I had his. Tad's eyes shifted to me, aghast that I was doing this, here and now. But you see, revenge has it's advantages. One of them being the element of surprise. This was in retribution for getting me on the way to breakfast. Slowly, I repeated my little Tad taste,when he gave me the slightest little punch in the leg. The third time, I stuck the tip of my tongue right into his ear and wiggled into it's sweet warmth, as I watched his lovely eyes close in abandon despite himself. I knew I had him, and was silently as excited as he was. It was then that I glanced down to his crotch and noticed that I was indeed getting his attention, as the front of his trousers were slowly rising. But then, my own equipment was also rising to the occasion. Knowing that I couldn't go on much longer without wanting to sweep my lover up in my arms and kiss those sweet lips, I decided to stop, having made my point. Good thing, for at that moment, the gates started opening and the guard told us to proceed to some such door at the side of the building, park, and we'd be escourted inside. When Father parked at the entrance, we were greeted by a tall man in a butler's uniform, vested suit, tie, and tailed coat, who proceeded to speak to Father as he opened the door of the car for him. "Good morning Mr. Hedge, I trust you had a pleasant trip, sir?" "Good morning Smithers. Yes, a pleasant drive indeed. How have you been, and how is that charming wife of yours?" "Why, she's just fine sir. And while I have the opportunity, wish to thank you for the lovely Christmas card you sent. My wife still displays it on the mantle." "Splendid, splendid. Do say hello to her for me, won't you?" "I will indeed sir." It was then that this Smithers cast his eyes apon Tad and me. "I see, Mr. Hedge, that you've brought your business associates with you this time." "Smithers, allow me to introduce my son, Samuel Hedge, and his associate, Master Thomas Winslow." "My word, it is indeed an honor to make the aquaintance of both you gentleman." Shaking both our hands. I remember thinking, what a pleasant man he was. As Tad and I got out of the car, Smithers raised his hand and snapped his fingers. Out of nowhere, a young man in shirt and tie appeared and silently slid behind the wheel of the car. "Father, that man is taking the car." I said in alarm. Laughing out loud, Father told us that he was a valet, and that he was putting our car away for us, until it was time for us to go, then would bring it back to this very spot for us. As Smithers led us all into the huge doorway, a doorman already held it open for us. As we entered, Tad and I were struck silent by the grand beauty of the Palace. I must admit that that building on the outside, gave no indication of the splendor that resided within. There were marble floors and walls, ornate cielings, chiandaliers, paintings, statues, and artworks everywhere. Why there were even five suits of armour. We were led through various hallways and up to the second floor, to a section that contained many offices. Most were quiet, as this was the week end, but soon we stopped at the door of one office that had the light on. The sign on the door read: Commander A.F.Longley, BIU. Smithers announced Father at the door rather formally and stepped to the side. At the door there appeard a giant of a man. I thought Father was big, but this man made Father seem as small as me. As I looked at Tad I could see there was a little fear in his eyes but he stood there stone faced, not showing his emotion. I, of course, could tell in a flash that my darling was scared, all I needed was one look into those delicious eyes of his. To me they said everthing. "Charles, Charles Hedge! Why, it's been too long old boy! Too long". "Alfred you old goat, you look better than when I saw you last". "I should Charles. The last time you saw me you were absolutely snockered". "Snockered indeed! I was merely very happy, was all". "Oh Charles you're still a bounder aren't you? And who might these little gentleman be?" "Alfred, allow me to introduce my son, Samuel Hedge, and his associate, Master Thomas Winslow." "Gentlemen, indeed an honor." Father then asked Smithers if he could watch over us for a time. "Not to worry Mr. Hedge, I shall take full control of my young charges and show them supreme hospitality. Now then gentlemen, shall we see if can find some cookies and milk?" That was all he had to say. Tadd and I both fancied sweets, as would any boy our age, so we readily agreed. Father did give us a warning to mind Mr. Smithers at all times, and I assured him we would. "Now then Charles, I have been doing some snooping about since we spoke on the phone and.........." That was all I heard as the office door closed behind them. What was Father up to? "Now then gentleman, please be kind enough to follow me" said Smithers as he led us away from the offices and through more hallways and stairs. As we went he would point out various works of art and so forth, not that Tad and I were remotly interested, but we tried to humor him as best we could without snickering. At last we came to a small dining room. No sooner had Tad and I seated ourselves, when the young valet that had taken our car, appeared in the room . With a small bow to acknowledge us, he turned to Smithers. "Yes, Mr. Covington?" The valet then whispered something into Smithers ear. With an annoyed look on his face and a rolling of his eyes, Smithers replied. "Oh very well, please go back and tell them that I shall be there momentarily." With that, the valet disappeared as quietly as he'd come. "My dear sirs, it seems as though a small matter has arisen that requires my attention. If you would be kind enough to excuse me for a moment, I shall return shortly, and not only will I retrieve cookies, but ice cream as well". Well I dare say that it was more than alright with us, so Smithers turned on his heels and quickly left the room. "Lordy sakes, Sam. What a formal place. I'd hate to live here. But Smithers is a good chap at any rate, eh?" Tad said. "It is beautiful here, Tad. I could only think of one other thing I've seen that's more beautiful". "More than this place, Sam? What then?" Looking into his heart melting eyes, I replied, "You. Without a doubt you are more beautiful, and lovlier than anything, or anyone,I've ever seen". Tad blushed and rolled his eyes. "I'll wager that you say that you say that to all your boyfriends" he giggled, as he stood up to look out the window. As Tad stood gazing out the window, I admired the way the sunlight accented every line, every inch of his smooth cheeks. The light danced through the soft locks of his hair and seemed to make it sparkle like diamonds with his every move. Oh how I do wish that we were alone, in my bed. At that moment I had a fierce desire to lay him down, slowly remove all of his clothing, and kiss every available centimeter of his sweet warm body. All I wished to do was to make love to my angel. How could I possably make it to our next chance? Standing up, I slowly walked up behind my lover and put my arms about his waist and cuddled right up to his back, laying my head on his shoulder. As Tad lay his head back, brushing his warm, soft cheek against mine, he clasped his hands over mine and a soft sigh escaped his lips. "Oh Sam, promise you'll never let me go. It feels so good when you hold me". I softly kissed the baby softness of his cheek and squeezed him tightly as my reply. "I know that it seems that I'm tough, with a temper to boot, and all. But sometimes I just get so scared. And when you're with me, holding me, I'm not scared anymore". "Tad, we've known each other little over a week or so. Tell me love, what is it about me that makes you love me?" "Well, to begin with, you recall that I've been watching you for quite a while. When first I noticed you I thought you were ever so handsome, with those deep brown eyes and that beautiful black hair of yours. Every time I saw those dark eyes of yours it sort of made a burning feeling, deep inside me, making me lose my breath. Then when you didn't notice me, and I got really close to you, I...I could smell you." "Smell me?? Did I stink or what?" "No, my sweetheart, quite the opposite. It was like your scent was calling me. It was a piece of you that I could steal and remember for days on end, giving me goose bumps and that same burning feeling deep inside me. I suppose it was at that moment that I silently gave my heart to you. It was also a very sad time because you knew nothing of the way I felt. I suppose that I could have started avoiding you and it wouldn't have hurt as bad, but I couldn't. I lived for seeing you each day. One day I made up my mind that I had to be near you, at all costs". Still with my arms around his waist, Tad managed to turn completely around so that we now looked deeply into each others eyes. There was complete silence as I felt myself melting again. Oh why did those sweet eyes have this affect on me. I slowly felt the great, warm, tidal pool of love envelop me, drawing me slowly, lovingly into him. At these moments, I was unable to think of anything except the love I felt for my angel boy. Slowly, as if on que, we both leaned in at the same moment, or eyes closing as we went. Then it was warm lips on mine, kissing, oh the heat of those sweet passionate kisses, tongues playing a flirting game of catch me if you can. As we broke for a second, Tad gasped the words I always longed to hear from him. "Oh God, my darling Sam. I love you with all my heart. I'll always be yours". I didn't reply with words. I simply ran my fingers through his golden locks of hair, as I kissed him again. And again, and again, and again. Suddenly, we were rudely shocked back into this cold world, when we heard a great crash coming from behind a pair of double doors at the end of the dining room. Judging by the sound I thought it might be a pot getting knocked over. That meant that the room next to us might be a kitchen. One thing for certain, Tad and I were not as alone as we thought we were. We let go of each other quickly, and just in time, for at that moment the double doors swung open. I was right, it was a kitchen. Out of the kitchen, there emerged a man, a great big burley fellow. He wasn't that tall, as he was portly and huge. He also sported a full beard, and was also dressed in just a shirt and necktie. He was carrying a great plate of bread, with a turkey leg, several huge pieces of cheese, and a whole salami. The funny thing about this chap was that he seemed to be trying to sneak it out, and was quite taken aback when he entered the dining room and saw Tad and myself. When he spoke, his voice seemed to boom and bounce around the aged walls of the dining room. "I dare say...And who might you two be?" he said. "If you please sir,I am Master Samuel Hedge and my friend Master Thomas Winslow. Mr. Smithers asked us to wait here while he attended to something and he'd get us Ice cream. We're waiting for my father, Mr. Charles Hedge who is meeting with Commander Longley". "Charles Hedge, eh? Hummph. So your Charles son eh?" "Why yes sir, do you know Father?" "Why indeed I do young man. Good man, Charles. Made me quite a sum of money. Well then my young gentlemen, would you care to share this plate of food with me? Are you hungry?" I looked at Tad and Tad spoke next. "Sir, it would be an honor, but we don't even know your name". With a great bellowous laugh that shook the rafters, the man put the tray of food on the table and looked at Tad with wide smiling eyes. "Quite right, dear boy, quite right. You both may call me George. Now then, how about some salami?" For the next twenty minutes or so, Tad, George, and I, feasted on all the salami and cheese, while telling jokes and laughing outloud. At last Mr. Smithers appeared at the door and gasped, not moving from the doorway, as if frozen in fear. George looked at him and said, "Come now Smithers, surely you haven't lost your voice". "Y..y...your majesty, oh please forgive me for not being here to introduce our two guests. I shall escourt them away imediatly, your highness". Suddenly, as if I'd been hit in the head by a boulder, it dawned on me, who we were eating and joking with. George, of course, his majesty, King George, King of all Great Britain. I lookd over at Tad, and he knew also, both of us rising from our chairs and standing at attention, afraid to say anything. "Oh drat, Smithers, do you see what you've done? You've ruined our little lunch party. Boys, sit, please. I haven't had such good company for lunch in years" he said as Tad and I quickly obeyed. "Your majesty",said Smithers with a scowl of disapproval on his face. "Just look at what you eating. What about your diet, your highness?" "Oh pish posh, Smithers, you sound like an old woman". Tad and I did our best to stifle our giggles, but to no avail, bringing booming laughter to the lips of King George. Poor Smithers, standing there with an indignant look on his face. "Smithers, did you, or did you not, promise my two friends, ice cream and cookies?" "Why,...yes, your highness". "Then, by all means, bring us ice cream and cookies". "Your highness???" "Now, Mr. Smithers". "Yes, your highness". With that, Mr. Smithers disappeared into the kitchen, returning a short time later with a selection of ice cream and cookies, fit for...well, fit for a king. As we ate all the ice cream and cookies we could hold, King George told us that, at no time did he want us to refer to him as your majesty or highness. He wanted us to call him George. "Do you actually live here George?" said Tad. "Yes, I do. Actually, it's not that bad, a bit drafty and cold, but not to bad". We were still telling jokes when Mr. Smithers escourted Father to the dining room. Well, the look on Fathers face was a sight to behold. There sat his son and friend, eating ice cream and cookies, and telling jokes with the king of England. Fathers mouth dropped open and his eyes were wide with astonishment. Seeing Father, King George stood to greet him. "Charles, how good to see you after all this time". "Your majesty, your looking quite well". "Charles, why haven't you brought your son and his friend to meet me sooner? What delightfull young men, you should be proud". "Well....I uh...Yes your highness, I am proud, quite so, yes". Father then looked at Tad and me, and I must say that, never had I seen a prouder look in his eyes. To think that his son was on a first name basis with the King himself. "Charles, the boys tell me that you were going to lunch afterward, but I'm afraid that I've stuffed them too full of food already. So I'll have some lunch prepared for you at once". "Oh please your highness, you need not go to the trouble of....." "Nonesense Charles, sit ! That is a direct command from your king". Father had no choice, a royal command, dare not be disobeyed. As Father ate a fine lunch, and chatted with his majesty, Mr.Smithers escourted Tad and myself to a washroom to see if we could wash away the evidence of ice cream on young boys faces and hands. When we returned to the dining room, George was saying,"Beastly sounding chap, and what a beautiful child". But I was not to know what they were discussing as they fell silent when we entered the room. Again I wondered what Father was up to, and what I couldn't here. I did so wish that they were discussing it in our house so that I could run up to my room and listen through the heating grate. All too soon, it was time to go. Tad and I said our goodbyes to George, after promising that we'd come back for frequent visits. As we stood outside the palace doors waiting the arrival of our car, Father stared at Tad and me. "Is everything alright Father?" "Oh yes, quite. I was just wondering how your mother was going to react when she learns that you had lunch with his majesty, and call him by his first name, of all things!" Tad and I just smiled at each other as Father shook his head in wonder. "Father, would it be alright for Tad and I to sit in the back seat on the trip home?" "Why on earth....." "We're kind of tired and thought we'd nap part of the way". "Oh...yes..quite. Well alright then. Although I must make one stop to pick up more cigars, alright??" "Yes sir, quite alright". Our car soon arrived and we were on our way. I had lost track of the time on our visit to the palace and noticed as we drove that the daylight was slowly giving way to the early evening. The city was still alive with people going here and there. Shopkeepers closing for the evening, street vendors packing their kits and making their way home for dinner. The angle of the setting sun cast strange shadows on the buildings of the city, shadows growing longer with each passing minute. As Father stopped in front of a tobbacconists shop and went in to buy cigars, Tad held my hand as we stared out at the lamp lighters going about the business of lighting the street lamps for the evening. Leaning into me, putting his head against my chest, I put my arm around him as we just cuddled, safe in the back of the car. It was then that I felt Tad stiffen as if in fear. "What's wrong love?" I said. "Sam, look! Look.....in the window of that pub near us". As I strained to see in the window at the people that were drinking inside, one face in particular, stood out among the rest. I gasped when I recognised him. "Witherspoon!" Tad and I both crouched down in the seat, as if he could see us. He was sitting at the table, drinking, and having a discussion with three very nasty looking men. They weren't smiling either, and Witherspoon seemed to be doing all the talking. "Oh Tad, this is awful. He's bound to be drunk when he gets home. I can't let you go home now, my sweetness. He'll be drunk and hurt you again". "Sam, darling, it's alright. He won't touch me. When he gets drunk, he comes in and falls dead asleep right away. No, don't worry. The basterd won't touch me tonight". As we watched through the window, the car door opened and scared us half out of our wits. Thank God it was only Father. "Alright lads, off we go". "Father, Father, look through the window of the pub over there",I said excitedly, as Tad tried to stop me. "Good heavans, Samuel, look at wha....., oh my word. Is that who I think it is? Why yes indeed, it is. Now what would he be doing talking to that lot?", he said under his breath. "Father, do you know those men?" "Eh..er, uhh...no Samuel, they er,..uhh, they looked farmiliar. Ah well then, lets be off shall we". As father started the car, it became apparent to me that this was one of the few times I knew I had caught father in a lie. I knew deep down that he did know those ruffians that Witherspoon was talking to. We pulled further, and further away from the city of London, but still the thought kept nagging at me. Who were those men, and why did they upset Father so. I knew, come hell or high water, that I would ask Father when we were alone. I hoped that I wouldn't be overstepping my bounds, but I just had to find out. Not much was said on the trip back to the village, and all too soon, the lights of the city gave unwilling way to the darkness of nightfall in the countryside. As I lay my head back on the seat of the car and closed my eyes for a while, I reached out to find Tad's soft hand and clasp it in my own, delighting in the feel of his hand squeezing mine back and rubbing our fingers together. I remember how strong and lean his fingers were. Possibly that of a concert pianist. It was times such as these , where just the mere touch of his hand against mine was enough to make my insides melt with want for him. Lifting his hand to my lips, I left a slight kiss. It was even enough time to breath in the scent of him once again, for my mind to recall at a later date. A moment later, Tad leaned into me. "Samuel?" he whispered. I opened my eyes and found he was looking directly into mine. When I looked at him, my heart smiled, but even in the darkness of the car, with the sunlight just barely a second away from setting, and casting a firey red glow all about, I could see that his eyes had a worried look. With my left hand clasping his, I put my right arm around him as we leaned our heads together. Silly me. The scent of being so close to him and the heat of his sweet body, were making me crazy with desire, yet he needed to say something to me. There was something worrying him, yet again. Alas, it was up to me to comfort him. "Sam....tomorrow's Sunday". "Yes, so what of it?" "Well...I won't be able to see you at all. I've got church with my mother and Witherface, and chores after until Sunday dinner". All at once, the realization of what he said, sunk in. It was as if someone had ripped my heart out. I did have the presence of mind to keep a straight face. By no, means did I want Tad to see that it scared me so. After all, tough as he was, it was up to me to be the strong one, at least for now. "Well we can see each other in church, right?" "Sam...have you ever seen me in your Christian church?" Thinking a moment, I realized that I have never seen him there. Before I could answer him, Tad continued. "Silly boy, you've never seen me because I go to the Protistant church." How stupid of me. I had never stopped to think about that, not that it made a differance to me. "Tad, if I can't be with you on Sunday,then we'll be together on Monday, and we can make up for lost time." Thinking fast, I remembered what Mother had once said. "After all, absence makes the heart grow fonder" I whispered as I lightly kissed his cheek. "I'm sorry Sam, I..........." I didn't let him continue, as I captured his sweet lips in mid sentence and kissed him with a thousand passions, making him forget what ever it was he was going to say. After which we sat, holding each other close, in a silence of love. Tad looked at me and simply smiled up at me, as I looked at him and smiled, licking his lips, making him shudder against me. "Sam.....God, I love you so much". Just then, I had a nasty thought. It was dark enough in the car, where Father had his eyes on the road and couldn't see us in the back. Even so, if we scrunched down a bit, the seat behind Fathers head was so high, it would likely hide us from view. Plus, with the rumble of the motor, he couldn't even hear into the back seat. "Tad, lie down on your back with your head on my lap". "Wha.....?" "Just do it". Tad gave me a crazy look but did as I asked. Soon, he lay across the back seat on his back with his head in my lap, looking up at me. Oh how I wish I could see his sweet, loving eyes in the darkness. "Close your eyes Tad". "Sam I......" "Close your eyes,I told you". When I thought his eyes were shut, I started to stroke his golden hair, lovingly feeling every soft lock pass between my fingers, as I brushed it back. I brought my hand around his face, deftly rubbing his forehead, eyelids and his sweet little nose. My hand slowly drifted to his cheeks, which were warming up, as I guessed he was blushing again. As my one hand felt the sweet contours of my lovers face, he gripped my other hand, squeezing it to keep from moaning his delight at being fondled, while biting his lip. Calmly, I allowed my hand to travel down to the fly of his trousers, without any advance warning. Tad's eyes immediatly popped open in surprise. Well, surprise and the fear of getting caught by Father. "Sam..What in heavans name are you doing?" "Shhhh...Don't speak". "But Sam...I...Ohhhhh...............don't..don't stop" he whispered, as I began to massage and grind the palm of my hand into his most private place. If I didn't already know that he liked it, it soon became evident, as I felt a stiffening, and hardening, as Tad's beautiful penis spoke to me in a way his voice couldn't. Slowly his hips began rising up to meet my hand and help build up the sweet pressure that he loved so much. Tad's eyes were still closed, and now I knew that I could do what ever I pleased as he abandoned the world around him, concentrating only on the pleasure I provided. I surprised myself in how much pleasure it gave me to be the dominant one, to watch the changes in Tad's body progress, and to know that I was the cause. Only this pleasure gave me the courage to continue, to take this even further than even I had dreamed. Growing tired of feeling his sex through the material of his trousers, I slowly and skilfully, unbuttoned the waist button of his trousers, and unzipped his fly. Tad had to know what I was doing, as he gripped my hand even harder in anticipation of the delights I had in mind. Slowly I reached my hand into the warmth of his trousers and undid the fly of his undergarment. As my hand went in to explore the soft, sweet wonder of his naked groin, I still was able to catch the slightest hint of his musky boyish scent as it drifted swiftly past my nose. To think of it now, Tad had this scent that drove me mad with passion for him. I would hunger to smell him again, and again. It was if it were some ancient love potion, put there to entice and overpower me. As Tad shuddered, head to toe, my hand found the warm, wonderful prize that lay hidden beneath his clothes. Amazingly, welcoming me with sweet hardness, as I wrapped my hand around it's length. Immediately, Tad started thrusting his hips up and down in short rythem, sliding his penis through my tightened fingers, as they tickled and stroked my lover to new hieghts of pleasure. I must admit that Tad was doing an excellent job of controling his passion. All I could hear was his labored breathing and feel him squeeze my hand, to keep from crying out in ecstacy. I didn't really want to keep this going for too long for fear of getting caught, so I knew I had to make him reach his peak fast. Then another idea came to my mind. Before he knew what I was doing, I lay down on my side, still with his head in my lap and my left hand being squeezed by him. Now my face was right at the door to his fly. Quickly I tugged his sweet boyishness from the warm confines of his trousers and before he could protest, had filled my mouth with his entirety. I never wasted any time, as I tasted this beautiful penis, washing it lovlingly with my tongue and delighting in the soft, warm texture of my sweethearts' sex, tasting every bump and vain. His boy scent was almost intoxicating at this point. From this point it was as strong as I've ever known. God the smell of him drove me crazy with lust, as my warm mouth sucked his young sex in and out. Just as soon, the end was at hand as I felt his hand squeeze mine in sheer fury. My lovers penis began a familiar pulsing as it sought to stay embedded in my mouth. I buried his entire penis in my mouth as deeply as I could, and swirled my tongue around and around, feeling the sweet maddening pulsing of his sex, and, at how big he grew at the last minute. Then, success, as his whole body went stiff as a board and I held on to him as he exploded deep into my throat. Ahhh....I was rewarded for my efforts with the sweet taste of my lovers warm boy juice. More and more he pumped into me. So much so that I almost had trouble containing it all. But I did, swallowing it all and licking him clean with an evil smack of my lips. Of all the things I have tasted in my life, the most delectable taste I have ever had was swallowing my lovers explosions. I don't profess to know why, but he was the most delicious taste ever to enter my mouth. As Tad fought to regain normal breathing again, I gave the object of my delight soft little kisses, up and down it's length as it slowly deflated and grew soft once again. Then I reluctantly proceeded to put him together and close the doors of his fly and trousers. Sitting up once again, trying to regain my own breath, I looked down apon my little boy lover, brushing the golden locks of his hair away from his eyes. How I wish that we were alone, holding each others naked bodies in the heat of the love, only we could create. Some how, we would have to be content with now and not think of tomorrow. Tad still had hold of my hand and was now starting to return the passion I had bestowed him, by slowly kissing and sucking my fingers, one by one into his warm mouth. All this while, I had forgotten that my own boyhood was still as hard as a fireplace poker. Losing interest in my hand, Tad turned his body to the side and buried his nose into my fly, mouthing me through the fabric of my own trousers. I literally shook in anticipation of what I knew was to come. Taking the initiative, I helped him by unbuttoning my trousers and fly. This was all the invitation Tad needed as no sooner was my fly undone than he was apon me, sticking the tip of his tongue into my fly itself and starting to lick the underside of my hardness like a hungry animal. As he reached the head of my penis he brought his mouth over the top, engulfing it in his sweet sucking heat, pulling it out of my fly with only his mouth and tongue. Having gotten me free of the confines of my trousers, it finally gave him free access to the entire length of my staff, as I felt myself being drawn slowly into the molten wet heat of those sweet lips. As he nibbled and sucked the entire way down my penis, he stopped every so often to use his tongue as a hot wash cloth, bathing me in unspeakable pleasure as he took me in. As I sat against the back seat of the car, I closed my eyes allowing the darkness to envelop my body, and my dear Tad to envelop my soul. Laying my hands atop his head, my fingers entwined themselves in his soft golden locks, as his head started to slowly bob up and down on my boyhood. As I sat trying in vain to control my labored breathing, I knew that I wouldn't last long, as Tad used every part of his warm, wet mouth to bathe my boyhood. How talented was his tongue on my penis, wrapping itself around my entire length and literally swallowing me whole, then moving down to ingest my testicles, one by one, bathing them in the sweet, tender,warmth of his mouth. The heat of his mouth was fire, as if I had placed my privates in a molten vacuum, trying to suck my entire being out through the end of my penis. At this point I didn't care who knew or saw. I was no longer part of the real world. My world now consisted of the love of my sweet Tad. Deeper and deeper he drew me in. Harder and faster became the pistoning of his sweet blond locked head, until I could take no more and gave way to the fire that raged within. Losing all control of myself I pumped my young penis into his mouth, as he sensed that my end was near, and met me thrust for thrust until that glorious explosion overtook me, and shook my young life to the roots, sending a flood of my boy juice into the hot waiting mouth of my lover. Slowly, ever so slowly, our breathing started to return to normal as Tad gently held me in his mouth until I again grew soft. He never let a single drop of the sweet boy juice that he so loved, escape the trip down his throat, suckleing me until he was sure he'd gotten all of it. At last he removed me from the wonderful warm prison of his mouth, kissing his prize as it slid away. Then, after he'd lovingly tucked me away as I had done for him, slowly turned his face up to gaze at me as I ran my fingers through his soft blond locks and stroked his cheek. After a time he sat up and we leaned against each other, still clasping hands. We must have fallen asleep, because the next thing I remember is waking up and seeing the familiar rural roads of our village. My heart sank as I knew that within a few minutes, I'd be saying good bye to my love. Even though it wouldn't be for long, I felt that any time away from him was truly unfair. Father was right, dash it all. Sometimes love did hurt. And this, I'm afraid, was one of those times. As I looked over at my sleeping companion, I couldn't help but think about how cute he was when he slept. Gradually, I woke him, but my heart wasn't in it. I wanted to let him sleep. Let him sleep until we arrived at my house where I could carry him up to my room, put him to bed with me, brush the hair out of his eyes and gaze at him all night as I tenderly held him against me. I'd wrap my arms around him and protect him from all and everything that may hurt him. "Hey sleepy head, wake up. Your almost home". As he woke he remembered where he was, but there was an increasing sadness in his face and his silence said everything. Lord he was breaking my heart. I didn't want to leave him. Eventually, Father pulled the car up the street and in front of Tad's house. "Well then young Master Winslow, you're home safe and sound". said Father. "Father, may I walk Tad to his door for a moment?" "Yes Samuel, but do hurry, Annabelle will be serving dinner shortly and I don't fancy being scolded for a second time this week." "Only be a moment Father." Tad thanked Father properly for the wonderful time and then we were off and up the path that led to his door. "Sam, let's go round to the back door, please". The back of the house was pitch black and I did have a bit of a hard time walking back there,not being able to see where I was going. Tad took my hand and led me along, as he knew his way through the darkness. As we neared the door, he stopped. "Better leave me hear Sam". "But why can't I walk you to the door, Witherspoons' not here to see me?" "Sam....look at me". In the darkness of his yard, I turned to look at him and saw that the only light available was a small wisp of new moonlight that now graced Tad's beautifull eyes. As I once again became entranced by those eyes, I barely heard his words. "Silly boy. If we go to the door, I can't properly kiss you good night, now can I?" "You mean like this?" I said, as I softly wrapped him in my arms and pulled him to me. Our lips met in a soft, sweet passion that can only be exchanged by lovers. Lips met, tongues played, arms embraced, and passions flared. At last I knew I had to leave him then or I'd never be able to. "Tad, meet me Monday morning, eight o'clock at our lake in the woods. Until then, know that I love you". "I love you too Sam." he said as he started to cry. I broke our embrace, turned and practically ran through the darkness for the sanctity of the car, not daring to look back at my angel boy. As I reached the car, it was all I could do to hold back my own tears. I sat in stone silence as Father pulled away and back into the darkness. It was then that I felt Fathers reassuring hand on my head, stroking my hair as he'd done when I was smaller and just about to cry. How did he know? How did he always know what to do? Father kept his hand on my head to calm me and said not a word, as the tears started and stopped and we made our way home.