Date: Fri, 03 Nov 2006 06:21:26 +0000
From: Robbie Calverley <lads_r_us@postmaster.co.uk>
Subject: The Piano Boy

This is a story of sex between a teenager and a young boy.  It is based
loosely on fact as related to me by a friend.  If this offends you or you
are under-age please read no further.

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written purely for entertainment and not for profit.

The story takes place before the spread of AIDS so condoms are not used,
nor are they necessary, unlike in these modern times. so when you have
casual sex PLEASE make sure you are adequately protected.  I don't want to
lose any readers!!

That said, I hope you enjoy the story and whether you do or not please feel
free to contact me at the Email address at the end.


THE PIANO BOY


THIS STORY IS DEDICATED TO A DEAR FRIEND, WHO WISHES TO REMAIN NAMELESS,
WHOSE IDEA THE WHOLE THING WAS.  I HAVE DEVIATED FROM WHAT ACTUALLY
HAPPENED BUT THE BASICS OF THE STORY ARE TRUE.  ALL OF THE NAMES AND
LOCAIONS HAVE BEEN CHANGED TO PROTECT THOSE INVOLVED.  THANKS, MY DEAR
FRIEBD, I WRITE THIS WITH MUCH LOVE AND GREAT AFECTION, AS ALWAYS.

My parents died when I was twelve years old and I was taken into an
orphanage run by Christian missionaries just outside Bhopal which is about
as close to the middle of India as you can get.  Of course, this was long
before the Bhopal disaster of 1984 and it was quite a wealthy area by
Indian standards.

I was a good kid, well-behaved and attentive to my schooling.  There was an
ancient piano in the school which I would occasionally be allowed to play
on and I taught myself to play popular tunes of the day with one finger.

One day one of the missionaries who we knew as Mrs Valerie asked me if I
would like to learn to play properly and I jumped at the chance and as
there was a better piano in the chapel that is where my lessons took place.
Within a few weeks I was playing nursery rhymes with both hands and reading
music, albeit slowly.

The lessons continued for a number of years until it was decided that I was
proficient enough to play at services for small honorarium and it was as a
result of this that I was approached by a member of the congregation who
lived in the next village and she asked me whether I could teach her young
son to play.  I was sixteen years old, I had saved my small income and
bought a clapped out old motor scooter and I needed money for fuel so I
agreed.

I was asked if I could collect the boy from the neighbouring village once a
week, give him his lesson and then return him home.

His name was Javed, he was 10 years old and the first time I saw him I
remember thinking that he was a cute little thing, slim and handsome in a
pretty sort of way with a ready smile and a sunny disposition.  He was, of
course, far to young to interest me, I was only interested in boys of
around my own age who were up for a bit of fun and games under the blankets
in the orphanage dormitory where we slept, but that's another story.

In those days and in that climate motor cyclists wore no protective
clothing and crash helmets were a luxury that few could afford.  As Javed
climbed on to the scooter for his first lesson behind me, I told him to
hold on tight and I felt his little hands grip my waist as we set off for
my home village for his first lesson.

The journey was uncomfortable to say the least as it was not a proper road,
just a dirt track through the scrub land really with plenty of potholes
which I did my best to avoid, but could not help hitting occasionally and
as I did I felt Javed's hands tighten on my waist and his little body slid
forward on the pillion and pressed itself against my back.

We reached Bari (my village) and we went into the chapel and I felt Javed
put his little hand in mind and when I looked down at him I saw he was
staring at the crucifix at the front.  His hand tightened in mine as he
said `They won't do that to me if I don't learn quick enough, will they
sir?'

I laughed, squeezed his little hand and said `No, Javed, there won't be any
punishments at all, and please don't call me sir, you can call me Jackie,
which is what the missionaries call me because they can never remember my
real name.'

`OK Jackie' he said, smiling up at me, comforted.

I gave him his first, very elementary lesson and a paper copy of a keyboard
and told him that if he didn't have access to a piano at home he could use
it for practice.

We chatted for a while and then I said it was time to take him home and we
got back on the scooter and off we went back to Bareli (his village) as
fast as the road conditions and my clapped out transport would allow.

I gave a favourable report to Javed's mother and his enthusiasm made her
smile as we made the arrangement for the same time the following week.  She
paid me the agreed fee and on the way back to Bari I filled the scooter
with fuel which would last me for two or three weeks.

Over the next few months Javed and I got to know each other quite well and
I began to look forward to our weekly sessions together.  His playing
became more proficient and I started to look around for more advanced
pieces for him to play.  I found an arrangement of `The Syncopated Clock'
by the American composer Leroy Anderson, which combines a fairly simple
tune with a none-to-easy syncopated rhythm.

As I had anticipated, Javed had no problem at all with the melody and
harmony, but he was making a bit of a mess of the timing so I began to tap
out the time on the top of the piano which helped a bit, but it still
wasn't right so I sat on the stool beside him and began to tap out the
syncopated rhythm on his knee.  Miraculously everything seemed to slot into
place and he played the piece through faultlessly.

I stood leaning on the piano and asked him to play it through again, but
everything seemed to fall apart again, so half way through I sat down again
and once more tapped out the rhythm on his knee.  `It only seems to work
when you do that' he said.

`OK, Javed.' I replied `Until you get it perfect that is what I will do,
but I would like you to play that piece at a fund-raising concert that the
missionaries are putting on at the end of next month that gives us six
weeks to get it perfect.'

`Oh, no' Javed said `I don't think I'm ready to play in public yet.'

`Oh, come on Javed' I replied `it's only going to be the villagers, not
royalty, and I want your mum to be able to hear how well you're doing.'

`Well ... ... ... ... Ok then, if you really think I'm good enough.' He
conceded.

`I think you're more than ready' I replied and made him play it through
again and this time I was more gentle with my keeping time and became all
too aware that I was enjoying the feel of his soft, young skin under my
fingers.

At the end of the piece I said it was time to go home and as Javed stood up
I noticed quite a swelling in the front of his shorts.  I didn't remark on
it this time but bore it in mind for future reference.  As I said earlier,
he was rather young for me, but there was something about Javed and as the
weeks had gone by I realised that I had become very fond of him.

Throughout the following week I couldn't get my mind off how good his young
skin felt to my touch and the vision of the swelling in the front of his
shorts.

The following week when I picked him up it was one of the hottest days in
memory and Javed was wearing the briefest pair of shorts I have ever seen.
I was wearing a very thin pair of Bermudas with nothing underneath and as
we rode to Bari and he slid his little body close into my back I could feel
that his little cock was hard as it pressed against the base of my spine.

The first thing we did when we got into the chapel was to run the tap and
drink a couple of glasses each of water.  I filled a large jug and too it
and the glasses and put them on the piano and sat next to him and simply
said `Syncopated Clock'.

He found the music and as he sat to play I put my hand on his leg.

Because his shorts were so brie there was a larger expanse of leg available
to me and so this time I placed my hand a little higher and slowly worked
my way upwards until I was at the hem of his shorts.  I glanced down and,
sure enough, his little cock was pushing out the front of his shorts again
and I began to wonder whether he had, in fact, mastered the rhythm of the
piece and this was merely a subterfuge to get my hand on his leg.

The rest of the lesson was uneventful and it was soon time to get back on
the scooter to take him home.  About half way I realised that there was no
way I could complete the journey without peeing, thanks to all the water I
had drunk.  Just as I thought this I felt Javed's breath on the back of my
ear as he said `I'm sorry, Jackie, but I have to pee and I have to pee
NOW.'

`Me too' I shouted and pulled the scooter to the side of the road where
there was a convenient tree.

I have to confess that I was half hard because of my need to pee and as I
pulled down my shorts I heard a giggle behind me as Javed arrived and
pulled down his own shorts.

`I saw your bum' he said as he stood not next to me, but sideways on so
that he could get a good look at my cock and, what's more, I could get a
good look at his.  He was, of course, pretty small compared with me, but by
no means as small as I was at his age.  My cock rose from half-mast to full
on hard in just a couple of seconds and Javed hooted with laughter as my
piss shot straight out in front of me.  `You've got a stiffie' he said,
pointing out the obvious as kids are wont to do, especially when you don't
want to draw attention to it.

`So have you' I said and he blushed as he looked down at his own erect
little member'

`But yours is a lot bigger than mine' he said, looking at it again.

`Only because I'm older' I said.

We finished peeing but neither of us seemed in a hurry to pull up our
shorts.

`Do you think ... ... ...' he started.

`What is it, Javed?' I asked.

`Can I touch it?' he whispered looking down again.

`If you want to' I replied, trying to keep an even voice without too much
success.

Javed grinned and sidled towards me and slowly reached out his little hand
and took hold of my throbbing cock.

As his fingers came into contact with me I caught my breath and my cock
jumped of its own accord.

`Gosh, it's hard' he said `but your skin is silky.'  He moved his hand up
over my circumcised knob and I flinched as I was so sensitive.

`Sorry, I hurt you' he said

`No, no Javed' I said `it didn't hurt, it felt good, very good.' And then
as my brain took over from my cock I added `but we must get you home now or
your mum will be wondering what's happened to you.  As we pulled our shorts
over our hard cocks I added `I don't think you should tell your mum about
this, she may not understand.'

`OK he said, can it be just our little secret?'

`Of course' I said, relieved `just between us two friends' I added.

Javed beamed at me as he suddenly realised that this big boy was saying
that he was his friend.

Our activities fed my solo masturbation for the next week and I even
thought about little Javed when I was under the blankets with Raza, one of
the other boys in my dormitory and my most regular bedmate.

I couldn't wait `til it was time for the next lesson and rode my scooter to
Bareli with a happy heart to find Javed standing at his door waiting for
me, his mum standing behind him, smiling.

`Hello Jackie' she said `I just wanted to say that Javed is really taken
with you and has told me that you are friends.  I know it must be a bore
for you to have to put up with such a young boy and I just wanted to thank
you for being so kind to him.'

`Thank you Mrs. Sharma' I replied `but it really is no trouble, Javed is a
lovely boy and such a good student.  I hope you'll come and hear him play
at the concert at the end of the month, we're practicing something very
special which will really show off his skills'

`Yes, I'm really looking forward to it, and his father is trying to get
time off work so that he can be there as well.'

Javed's eyes grew big as he said `Wow, Mamma, will Pappa be there as well?
That will be wonderful.

`Well, he's trying' said Mrs Sharma.  We got on the scooter and as we drove
out of the village Javed did his usual little shuffle forwards and I felt
his little body against my back and before long his stiff little cock was
pressing into me again.  We reached Bari and the lesson went well, my
syncopated fingers on Javed's syncopated thigh causing his syncopated cock
to keep time with the Syncopated Clock.  Again we drank our fill of water
and I really should have used the toilet before we started the journey back
to Bareli but I knew that there was a chance that if I stopped again Javed
might join me once more.  My cock was very hard and we were only about half
a mile out of my village when I began to feel the muscles give up and I
knew I was about to pee in my shorts.

`I've got to go' I said as I pulled the scooter to the side of the road and
jumped off, running to the nearest bush before I disgraced myself.  I heard
Javed's little footsteps behind me as he joined me again.  We both lowered
our shorts to reveal erections and began peeing.  Javed was so engrossed in
my cock that he wasn't looking where he was peeing and began peeing on my
feet.  Normally I would have cursed the person doing it and made them clean
me up, but with Javed I just hooted with laughter and he blushed,
embarrassed as he redirected his stream.

`Hey, don't worry' I said `it was an accident, it doesn't matter.'

`Yes, it was, but I shouldn't have peed on you' he said.

`No problem' I replied, it was really just water anyway.

`Can I touch you again?' he asked.

`OK, I'll make a deal' I said `you can touch me if I can touch you, and I
promise I won't hurt you' I said.

`It's a deal' said Javed, shuffling close to me again and then stepping out
of his shorts.  I did the same and without hesitation his little fingers
wrapped them selves around my cock.  `When did you get all that hair?' he
asked, examining me closely.

`It started when I was twelve' I said and I'm still getting more now.  I
suppose you'll start in two or three years time, but there's one boy in the
dormitory with me who is sixteen next week and he hasn't got a single hair
yet.' I said. `So everybody is different, but I suppose I must just be
about average.'

`And will my willie get as big as yours?' he asked, coyly.

`Oh, I think you're a bit bigger than I was at your age, so you might well
be bigger than me when you get to sixteen.' I said.

Javed smiled, pleased with my comments and I smiled with pleasure as his
fingers played around with my cock.

`Erm' he said

`What, Javed?' I prompted him.

`Have you ever ... ... ... you know ... ... ... with a girl?' he asked.

`Yes' I laughed, `just once and it was very enjoyable, but I'll let you
into a secret ...' I began.

`Another secret' he said, and smiled, feeling proud.

`I like being with girls' I explained `but really I prefer to be with
boys.'

Javed's eyes grew big again `OOOOOOOOOohhhhhhhhh' he said `but boys can't
... ... you know, do it together, can they?'

`You'd be surprised' I said `boys can really have a lot of fun together.'

`Can we have some fun together, Jackie?' he asked, looking at me with
pleading eyes.

`Well, maybe a little' I said `in fact, you'd better stop rubbing my cock
or I might shoot my load very soon,'

He looked down at my cock and asked `What's shoot your load mean?'

`Do you really want to know?' I asked.

Javed looked at me and nodded.

`Well, it's when your cock gets so excited that it triggers something to
release your sperm and it shoots out the end of your cock and makes you
feel incredibly good, and it's going to happen very soon if you carry on
rubbing my cock like that.' I said in anticipation.

Javed grinned up at me and put his other hand on my cock and continued his
rubbing, his face looking totally absorbed in what he was doing.

`Oh, yes' I muttered, shaking with anticipation, `Oh, yes, yes, Javed' I
said `please don't stop, ... ... ...  oh, yes, it's coming, ... ... ...
it's coming, yes, ... ... ...  yes, oh yes, ... ... ... Aah
... ... ... Aaaaahhhh, yeeeeeeeeees' I cried as the first wave of my
biggest ever load shot from the end of my cock landing a good three feet on
the earth in front of me, followed by two or three more and then the
remainder just dribbling from the end and running over Javed's fingers. I
looked down at him and he was staring, open-mouthed at my cock as though he
couldn't believe what he had just seen.  He removed the hand that had some
of my cum on it and lifted it to is nose and sniffed deeply, then
tentatively stuck out his tongue and liked a little from his fingers.
Isn't it strange how kids like to smell and taste everything.  I remember
not so long ago when I farted in bed and then ran my finger along by bum
crack.  I sniffed and could smell my shit, and then I stuck my tongue out
and licked it.  It tasted awful, but I just had to do it, and so it was now
with Javed, he had to smell and taste my cum, he difference being that he
seemed to like the taste as he licked his fingers clean.

There was just a drop of cum on the end of my cock which I cleaned of with
my finger and held it out to him and his little tongue shot out and licked
it up with a smile.

`That was amazing, Jackie' he said.  I never knew that could happen.  Could
I do it?' he asked.

`Well, you're too young to shoot sperm' I said `but you may be able to
experience the feeling good bit which is called and orgasm or cumming.
When we have some more time together I'll try and see if I can make you
cum' I said with anticipation as my cock began to harden again.

We pulled up our shorts and started off again for Bari but about half a
mile outside the village my scooter began to splutter and we just about
made it to Javed's front door before it died completely.

I went with Javed into his house and asked his mum if there was a garage in
the village, but she said that the closest one was the one in my village.
I knew the scooter would not get me back so I asked if I could use the
telephone to ring them.  Mrs Sharma said that of course I could, but the
garage said they could not come and fix the bike until the following day,
Javed started bouncing up and down saying `Jackie will have to stay the
night here then.'  Mrs Sharma looked at me and said `Of course, Jackie, you
must stay the night and you'll be very welcome, but we only have two
bedrooms and the sofa is not very comfortable.'

`Don't be silly Mamma, Jackie can sleep with me' Javed said excitedly.

`Oh' she replied `I'm sure Jackie has had enough of you without sleeping
with you.'

Javed's face fell, but brightened again as I said `Please don't worry
Mrs. Sharma, if Javed is willing to give up half his bed, then beggars
can't be choosers and I'd be pleased to take him up on his offer.'

`Well,' she said `it would certainly be more comfortable than the sofa, and
if you really don't mind ... ... ... ... ...'

`Hooray, hooray' said Javed dancing around the kitchen, giving me a knowing
look behind his mum's back, far too old for his ten tender years, and if I
had read the situation rightly, I could be in for a lot of fun tonight with
my little ten year-old friend.

Mrs Sharma, or Urmilla as she told me to call her, chatted to me while she
prepared the evening meal and she sent Javed to his bedroom to practice his
piano which, she told me, he did for an hour every evening whether his
friends called for him or not.  After a little while I crept through the
passageway and listened at his bedroom door.  He was thumping out the
`Syncopated Clock' on the paper keyboard that I had given him.  Of course,
there was no tune but I could hear that he had the rhythm exactly right,
the little monkey.

I opened the door quietly and said `Well, you won't need me to keep time
for you any more.'

`Aw, Jackie' said Javed `that's cheating, you shouldn't have been
listening.  I just imagine your fingers on my leg and I get the rhythm
right.' Then he turned and looked at me and whispered `I get a stiffie,
too.'

`SSShhhh' I said don't let your mum hear.

`Don't let mum hear what?' said a voice behind me, chuckling.

`Oh, you're there, Mrs ... ... ... I mean Urmilla' I said `Nothing, really,
we were just planning that maybe we would have a surprise for you
... ... ... at the concert I mean.' And I turned and winked at Javed.

I looked at the paper keyboard I had given him and it looked as though it
had been used for about 100 years.  `We'll have to get you a new keyboard'
I said `you've worn that one out.'

Javed giggled and went back to his practice as Urmilla tapped me on the
shoulder and beckoned me back to the kitchen.  When we got there she looked
me in the eye and said `Can I trust you with a secret, Jackie?'

Well, first the son, now the mother, I was going to be keeping secrets for
the whole family at this rate, but I nodded to Urmilla.

`Two days after the concert it will be Javed's eleventh birthday, and his
Pappa and I have decided to buy him a piano.  He's never happier than when
he's thumping away on that paper keyboard so we've done some sums and we
can just about afford it.  I went into Bhopal the other day and there are
some pretty good second-hand ones.  The man in the shop played several for
me and I've picked one out and put a deposit down on it, but if you would
be willing, Jackie, I would like you to have a look at it for me and let me
know what you think.'

`Of course, Urmilla, but I don't really know much about pianos' I said.

`You know a hundred times as much as I do' she said `now what's this secret
at the concert all about?'

I feigned shock and said `My dear lady, if I told you that, I would have to
tell the young maestro about his birthday present.'

`What birthday present is that, Jackie?' said a voice from the door.

Urmilla gave me a warning look and said If I old you that, Javed, I might
have to tell your mum about our secret.'  Javed looked horrified until I
put my arm around his shoulder and said `but I can keep all the secrets I
need to.'

Just as dinner was ready Mr. Sharma (`call me Kanti', I feel as though we
are old friends because Javed never stops talking about you') arrived home
from work and the four of us sat around the dinner table chatting as though
we had all known each other for years, and then shortly after dinner it was
time for Javed to go to bed.  He hugged his parents and then cam and hugged
me and whispered in my ear `If I'm asleep please make sure you wake me up
when you come to bed.'

I nodded and he went happily to his room.

I suddenly realised that I had to phone the orphanage and let them know
where I was.  That done I sat with Kanti and Urmilla and Kanti asked me
about myself and my studies and what I intended to do with myself, and then
as to why I was in the orphanage and when he found out my parents' names we
discovered that he and my father had been friends and had played cricket
together in the same team for many years.

Kanti told me that he had quite a responsible position with Union Carbide
which was the main employer in the area, and that when I finished my
education I should contact him and he could pretty well guarantee me a job.
This was music to my ears because, although I was happy at the orphanage
and had been treated well by the staff and missionaries and hadn't been
abused, at least, not unwillingly, but again that's another story, but I
knew the time would come soon when they would be chucking me out and I
would have to find somewhere to live and I couldn't do that without first
having a job.

As the evening went on and conversation dried up a little I began to look
forward to slipping into bed next to Javed and so made my excuses and
retired.  When I opened the bedroom door I could hear a very soft, very
gentle snoring and I smiled contentedly.  I slipped out of my shirt and
shorts and slipped into bed to find a naked Javed waiting for me.

I hadn't the heart to wake him so I turned with my back to him and settled
down to sleep.  The movement must have disturbed him because he turned over
and the next think I knew he was snuggled in behind me, spooning as close
as he could and I felt his little arm drape over my waist.  He didn't
actually wake up but half a minute later I could feel his hard little cock
digging into my back.  I was already pretty hard by this point but I rose
to full mast and lowered my hand and gave myself a little bit of manual
stimulation.

After a few minutes Javed pressed even harder into my back and I just
couldn't resist turning over and laying him on his back as I drew back the
bedclothes to look at his hard little cock.  I argued with myself for all
of two seconds before I shuffled down in the bed and lowered my mouth on to
the object of my adoration.

As I began moving my lips over his cock Javed began making little
`MMmmmmmmmmmmm' noises and slowly opened his eyes, then when he saw what I
was doing he opened his mouth in surprise.  The open mouth turned into an
`OOOOooooohhhhhh Jackie, w ... w ... what are you doing?'

I stopped long enough to say `Like it?' and resumed my sucking, which I was
enjoying immensely.

`MMMMMmmmmmmmmmmm' came the response with a little satisfied smile
followed, by a gentle `AAAAAAAAAAhhhhhhhh'

I ran my fingers gently over his little stomach and up to his tiny nipples
which, even at his tender age, stood up for me.  Javed continued his gentle
moans as I carried on with my sucking and when I tongued his little piss
slit, his bum raised itself off the bed and shoved his cock deeper into my
mouth, causing him to cry out.

`SSSSShhhh' I told him, listening carefully for any approaching footsteps.

`Won't hear' he murmured `too far', then continued with his moaning until
his eyes opened and he said `gotta pee'.  I continued sucking and tonguing
and he said urgently `Jackie, stop I gotta pee'

I hummed on his cock which seemed to send a bolt of electricity through him
and he began to fight to get up, but I held him down as gently as I could
and just seconds later the first orgasm of his young life hit him as he
squealed with delight and his cock spasmed in my mouth, trying it's best to
fire a load which was not yet there.

Just five seconds later it was over and Javed's little body thrashed about
on the bed in the aftermath of his climax, his little cock becoming tender
as I released it from my mouth.  He was semi-conscious as I bent and kissed
him on the cheek, then turned him on to his stomach and gently rubbed my
hand all over his back and then down over the little brown globes of his
bum.  You've heard the expression `as smooth as a baby's bottom' well, even
at ten years of age that skin felt ultra-smooth under my fingers and I
never wanted to take them away.

Eventually, one of them found its way into his little crack and I ran it up
and down as he clenched his buttocks in reaction, but as I passed over his
little hole he relaxed his muscles and moaned a little.  He seemed to
regain total consciousness and muttered `What happened Jackie?'

`You had your first taste of what sex is all about' I replied.

`Wow' he replied `and why are you touching my bum?  It must be dirty.' He
said.

`Don't you like it?' I asked.

`Oh, yes, Jackie' he murmured.

I scooted down and, parting his cheeks, began to give him first class
treatment with my tongue.  He tasted wonderful, just the slightest
saltiness from his sweat, even though he hadn't bathed before bed.  Of
course, back in those days there weren't many showers around and we bathed
twice a week at most, usually just once a week, and I for one found then,
and still do, that the natural body aroma is the greatest aphrodisiac ever
invented, and that of a 10 year old boy was among the sweetest I have ever
smelt and tasted.

Javed's moans turned to silence and I realised that despite the erotic
sensations he had drifted off to sleep.  I released the pressure on his bum
cheeks and gave them a little rub before I settled down myself.  I was
extremely horny to say the least, but I didn't want to wake him with my
masturbatory thrashing around and eventually I too drifted off.

When I woke there was a glimmer of light creeping through the window and I
could feel something warm and damp on my cock, which was in a vice-like
grip.

I was hard, VERY HARD, and a fistful of ten-year old fingers were
encircling my manhood and a ten-year old tongue was at work on my knob.  To
say that I was aroused would be an understatement, I was as aroused as I
have ever been and this at the ministrations of a 10-year-old.  Raza
manages to get me pretty worked up, but this was something else.

I bit my lip to stop myself from crying out, and I bit it so hard that it
bled. I could feel my juices rising and they seemed to be coming from an
area around my toenails and were slowly but steadily creeping up my legs.

`I'm cumming' I told Javed and he gave a giggle of delight.  His little
tongue was dancing around my piss slit and his nimble little fingers were
still clamped as hard around my cock as he continued his massage.

My juices continued their journey and although I know it to be impossible I
could almost feel them creeping up my inner thighs, and then I really felt
them begin their journey from my balls. `Now, Javed, Now' was all I could
utter as I emptied my load over Javed's face, his chest, his hands and the
bedclothes.

He finally released his grip on my cock and scooted up beside me, leaning
towards me an planting a typically wet ten-year old kiss on my lips and
grinning happily.

There was a knock at the bedroom door and we quickly pulled up the
bedclothes and Urmilla popped her head round the door, telling us it was
time for breakfast.

After we had eaten Javed went off to school and I settled down to wait for
the mechanics to arrive and fix my scooter.  Kanti had gone off to work and
Urmilla came and sat beside me ant told me that she and Kanti had been
talking the previous evening about how well Javed and I got along and how I
was like the big brother he had never had and they had decided to ask me
whether I wanted to go and live with them when I left the orphanage and
become a part of their family.  Kanti had, after all, known my father and
had offered to find me a job so it seemed to be a natural progression that
I should be accepted into their family.

I was delighted at the prospect, and I thanked Urmilla profusely and kissed
her on the cheek.  I think she was a little embarrassed but I told her that
if I were to become her son, she would have to get used to it.

The mechanic arrived at about 10 o'clock and an hour later I was ready to
set off.  Urmilla asked if she could come with me and climbed on to the
pillion.  When we got back to the orphanage she came in with me and went
to see the director to arrange for my fostering.  I was sent for and asked
whether it was what I wanted and I agreed enthusiastically.  The director
told us that sometimes he would sit at the back of the chapel for our music
lessons and remarked how well Javed and I seemed to get along despite our
age difference.

I remember thinking `thank heavens I only touched Javed's leg during
lessons, or our secret would have come out'

Things went totally according to plan with my fostering and it was rushed
through to take effect from the day of the concert.  Speaking of the
concert, in the remaining two weeks Javed and I worked on a piano duet
called `Souvenir Douloureux' by Cesar Cui, a Franco-Russian composer, as we
had promised his, sorry, OUR mum a surprise and did not want to disappoint
her.  It was a simple piece and I let Javed play the melody while I sat
next to him and played the accompaniment.

I also managed to get hold of two hollow wood blocks which, when struck,
made the `tick' and `tock' sounds of a clock so that I could join him in
the `Syncopated Clock' and although he didn't really need help with the
rhythm now, it made it more of a combined effort.

On the night of the concert I played a solo piece by the English composer,
Sir Edward Elgar entitled `In London Town' (or `Cockaigne') and then, much
to the delight and amusement of Urmilla and Kanti I introduced `my little
brother Javed', who walked on the stage with that wonderful grin on his
face and hugged me before sitting with me at the piano for our duet.  Our
parents' (that sounds funny) amusement quickly turned to pride as they
heard Javed play for the first time.  We got a great round of applause and
Javed stayed at the piano while I got the wood blocks and we launched into
`The Syncopated Clock' the performance was faultless and the applause
nearly brought the chapel roof down.  We met in the centre of the stage and
hugged before turning to he audience and bowing in unison, then I left
Javed on his own to take a bow, after all, he had worked so hard to get to
this standard and he deserved the praise.

After the concert my belongings were bundled into Kanti's car and he and
Urmilla set off for home while Javed and I travelled on my scooter, him in
his customary position hard against my back (in both ways) with his little
arms on my waist.

In bed that night, naked and in each others arms, Javed told me that his
life was now complete and that he had an older brother who he loved in more
ways than one.  Me personally?  I couldn't wait until his eleventh birthday
when the piano arrived and we could make sweet music together in every
sense.

Robbie
Lads-R-Us