Date: Sun, 4 Aug 2013 11:11:42 +1200 From: bob charles Subject: Washed Up (Gay / Young friends) chapter 13 Washed Up. Disclaimer: Warning: this story contains sexual content, contact between young boys, and other themes that may offend. If the subject matter offends you, is not to your tastes, or if you are under legal age for your area, then find something else to read. In the following story all names and events are completely fictional. Although I may mention a specific location, place, or person any resemblance to said people, location, or places is completely unintentional. Chapter 13: Manuel has trouble trying to keep his grip on Callum's tiny little dickie as the boy squirms around uncontrollably from the ministrations, but he manages to keep pounding away on it without losing his grip on it. Both boys' are struggling for breath as the tremendous feelings start to surge through their bodies. Their faces are glowing in elation, with their glazed eyes clamped shut from the intensity of the experience. Pierre is subconsciously starting to pound on my little boner whilst I sleep, when he notices something out of the corner of his eye. The door handle is getting pulled down quickly, and Pierre panics leaping from the bed and then he tries to hide. Manuel and Callum are unaware of the impending invasion and they continue to stroke each other's rock hard members. They finally notice that something is amiss when the door flies open, and they quickly stop what they are doing, jump off the bed and cower behind it. All the commotion going on in the room wakes me from my sleep, and I look towards the door. My body shudders violently and I start to panic. I try to get up but I'm completely paralysed in fear. I start to sweat profusely as my body starts to go into terror mode, and I lose control of my emotions causing me to bawl my eyes out. He found me. I really can't believe it, but he has found me. My body has shut down completely at the realisation that dad is at the door. ************ I'm completely terrified, but even though my mind is quickly shutting down there is one other thing I still can't understand. Why is he standing there completely naked, with his huge cock erect and waiting? The look on his face is wicked, a look a pure evil and malevolence. It makes me even more terrified about what is going to happen, and the worst part is that I'm completely paralysed so I know I'm no use to protect the others from this wicked man. Then the worst thing happens and he moves. "Josh, Josh, are you alright." The man in the doorway says in an extremely worried but surprisingly sincere tone in his voice, after seeing me curled up on the bed with a petrified look on my face and my body trembling violently. Callum peers up from the bed and looks over my way. He looks really worried seeing the state I'm in, but he also knows what is happening and what could potentially happen. "Francois don't touch him as he will go into shock!" Callum screams loudly and with a huge amount of urgency in his high pitched voice, as Francois heads over to the bed that I am curled up on. Pierre now uses the chance to look over my way, since he now knows that it is his uncle who has intruded on us, and not someone else. "Shit, what's wrong with Josh?" Pierre asks worriedly, because he has never seen me in a state like this without any reason. The last time he saw me in this sort of state was when I told him about dad raping me, but he knows that I haven't told that story since I had been asleep. So he is completely baffled by what it is that has set me off. Although I have told my boyfriend about my night terrors he has never witnessed one, and because of that it has skipped his brain. "He is having a night terror. You jumping out of the bed in a panic when Francois opened the door must have accidently set him off." Callum explains frantically to Pierre. My boyfriend suddenly feels really guilty about ditching me in his panic, but he had been extremely worried that it was mum coming in to check on us, and given what he was doing with my dickie he didn't want to get caught by her. If she had seen him he knows all hell would have broken loose, so he erred on the side of caution. "How do we get him out of it? Do you think I can touch him?" Pierre asks flustered, but desperately because he wants to be able to help me given it is partly his fault that I'm like this. "Don't really know. I can touch him but he doesn't respond, but I know your connection with him is stronger so maybe you will be able to and succeed more than I can." Callum replies, a little anxiously. He is worried like hell about me going into shock because it will ruin our trip, but he figures that Pierre is probably going to be alright. Well he hopes so, because he doesn't want to see the result if he is wrong. Pierre tentatively gets back onto the bed, and then cautiously reaches over and tries to stroke my back. I feel a jolt of electricity as he lightly brushes my back, and my body starts to relax. The amount my body relaxes is barely perceivable but it is and most importantly I haven't freaked out. Pierre is still overly cautious so just does another light stroke along my back, to ensure that I wasn't just a fluke the first time. Pierre seeing that I haven't panicked any further snuggles up as close to me as he can while he continues to gently and lovingly caress my back. I start to feel amazing, and the image of dad quickly melts into the ground like butter left out in the sun, and disappears into oblivion. My body quickly returns to normal, totally relaxed and my mind come back to reality a short time later. I feel completely safe like nothing in the world could hurt me now, and most importantly I feel absolutely loved and treasured beyond anything I have ever felt before. "Thank you for saving me." I whisper in a dry hoarse voice to Pierre before embracing him in a tender kiss. The world around me and Pierre melts away, because all I can see is my never ending love for Pierre. The feelings are even more incredible than they ever have been before, and they get mind-bogglingly good when Pierre kisses me back. I feel out of this world from the love I get radiate from Pierre's lips to mine. My hard little dick twitches as a result of the overwhelmingly intense feeling from the unadulterated love which I'm feeling. My dick still being hard has been a saving grace, because as a result of it I didn't wet the bed. Francois and Callum look on in astonishment while Pierre pulls me totally out of my night terror. Callum has never been able to achieve that before, all he seems to be able to do is hug me but I never come out of my terror from him. Manuel is worried as hell because he doesn't understand what has just happened. All he knows is that we are now kissing without a care in the world, and that is in complete contrast to how I was when Francois entered the room. "What the hell is going on?" Manuel asks totally bewildered by what has just happened. Francois looks over at the boy but doesn't know how to put what happened into words. Callum is at a loss for words too, which is making Manuel a little agitated because no one is answering him. I have heard his question whilst I'm engaged in my gorgeous kiss with Pierre, and I know that it is going to be up to me to answer him, so I reluctantly pull off our kiss and explain to Manuel what happened. I explain it to him as best as I can and tell him what causes my night terrors. The more I tell him the more concerned and upset he becomes. He really feels for me, but when I explain what Pierre did for me his face turns to one of astonishment. He can't believe that Pierre has managed to pull off what no one else can in waking me safely from my terrors, but then again Manuel has picked up on the special connection that we have so knows as unbelievable as it seems it was meant to happen. "Wow, Pierre must really be special for you, you are so lucky. I hope I can find someone as special on day." Manuel beams to me, causing Pierre to blush with pride. I don't blame him either, because he really is a special person to me and I really couldn't go on with life without him. I am just going to have to make damn sure that I treasure Pierre, and treat him like the god that he is. "I'm sure you will find someone as special as Pierre one day, you will just have to be patient." I tell Manuel sincerely, because I know that the special little guy will find someone, just like I'm confident that Callum will too. He gives me the biggest smile while I say that, but he really hopes that I am right because he knows that he struggle to even make friends so can't quite see how he will find his special someone, but he trusts my judgement so knows somehow it will happen. "Anyway, I had come in here to tell you, that I tried ever so hard to convince your mum to let you and Pierre sleep together, but she wouldn't budge. Now after having seen that, I'm going to ignore her so you two can sleep in Pierre's room, and I will look after these two. Don't worry I will sort your mother out." Francois says to me and Pierre, causing us both to produce the biggest smiles and hug each other ecstatically. I am so relieved and so is Pierre because it means that we won't have to go through the normal night torments we have to put up with when we are separated. "Thank you so much, we really appreciate it more than you imagine." I say to Francois affectionately. "I doubt it. Anyway, you two better at least put some pants on before going into your room. I will use this opportunity to talk to your mother again. Manuel, Callum you two better get yourselves ready for bed." Francois says. He then lobs the key to Pierre's room over to us, and then leaves making sure to close the door behind him, just because he isn't sure what we will get up to while he is gone so just wants to make sure no one else can see what's going on in the room. Pierre and I scramble to get out of bed, and then scavenge around for our pants. Somehow they ended up miles away from where Manuel and Callum had stripped them off us. Once we locate them, we pull them on and run out the door holding our pants up. I have to return briefly back to the room, because in our mad rush we had forgotten to pick the key up from where it landed on the bed. Manuel and Callum both have disappointed looks on their faces knowing that we aren't going to be sleeping in the same room, making me feel a little gutted. I give them an apologetic smile before grabbing the key and leaving the room as quickly as possible so I don't get sucked in by them. I really do feel bad about it, because aside from when I was in hospital, this is the first time I haven't slept in the same room as Callum for ages, so it does tear me apart leaving my little bro. Once outside the room I remember the reason for ditching Callum and Manuel, as my half naked sexy boyfriend is standing there with a seducing smile on his face, waiting for me to unlock the door. He is still holding his pants up because he, like me, doesn't see the point in doing them up just to have to undo them again. I quickly stride up to the door and unlock it. As I open the door Pierre pushes me from behind and bundles me inside as quickly as possible. Once inside the room Pierre let's go of his pants allowing them to fall gracefully down his silky smooth legs to the floor, and slams the door closed behind him. With the door now closed and Pierre naked, my sexy French boyfriend steps out of his pants, latches onto my arm, swings me around till I'm facing him and gives me the most passionate loving kiss. He shoves his tongue deep into my throat, as he continues to push me towards the bed. The feelings are so incredible that my mind is instantly blown away and I'm left feeling light headed but buzzing in ecstasy and drop my own pants as a result. I kiss him back feverishly, and we do bloody well not to break from it, when I suddenly fall backwards onto the bed after tripping on my pants which are down around my ankles. I really don't know what has got into Pierre but I like it. I like it a lot. The passion of our kissing intensifies as he both just can't get enough of each other. We are like two carnivorous animals trying to chew each other's mouths off. Our fiery make out session becomes even hotter as I feel Pierre's hand gently start to caress my silky sweaty chest. My hands are roaming around his back, gently giving him a soothing sensual massage, while I struggle to kick my pants off me completely at the same time. Now totally free from the restrictive pants, I flip Pierre over and get on top of him. I'm not sure why I do that but it now gives me the freedom to pleasure my lover as I see fit. I start to gently caress his smooth muscular chest while I continue to passionately kiss him. Pierre now moves his hands from my chest to my back as he gives me a sensual rub down. Everything is totally awesome and my body has my love for Pierre surging through it in waves of desire. I'm totally in heaven and my nostrils are filled with Pierre's sexy boy scent as it wafts from him through the heat of our make-out session. His mouth tastes so sweet and I can get enough of it as I try to shove my tongue deeper into his mouth. His sweaty muscular body feels so velvety soft and silky smooth under the manipulation of my hands while I continue to gently massage him. Yes everything is just awesome and I struggle to believe that anything could be better than this. My body suddenly shakes violently, and not in a good way as Pierre starts to massage my pale round globes. Due to the heat and the passion of the session he misreads the signals my body are sending him and continues to caress my butt. I try to ignore it because I really don't want it to affect me or the love I feel for Pierre, but I feel really, really uncomfortable. Pierre's hand slips between my ass cracks as he continues to feel up my butt making me feel even more distressed, and on the verge of totally losing it and freaking out. "No, no, no! Please no!" I scream as my mind freaks out because I feel Pierre's hand brush against my boy hole. Within an instant I go from a heated make-out session to a complete train wreck. My body is shaking uncontrollably in trepidation, and I am bawling my eyes out. I have instinctively rolled off Pierre and curled up into the foetal position because my mind just can't process things properly, mainly because it keeps playing me graphic images of what my father has done to me. I really wish I could get over all of this, and I really hate that fucken arsehole because of it. "Shit! I'm really sorry, I just didn't think. I really didn't mean to scare you... it's all my fault." Pierre says in tears at the reaction he has accidently caused my body to have. He hugs me as tightly as he can, and tries to lovingly stroke my back to get me to relax again. The door suddenly bursts open since I had forgotten to take the keys out of it after I unlocked it before so it allowed easy access to our room. Francois and Sarah crash into the room in a panicked frenzy after hearing me scream out loudly from within their own rooms. They see us on the bed naked and start to wonder what has gone wrong. What they see is me still curled up into the foetal position, and Pierre embracing me in a comforting and loving hug trying desperately to calm me down. "He's nowhere near ready." Pierre cries to them. Sarah looks utterly confused by Pierre's seemingly random comment, but Francois picks up on what is wrong straight away. He is really concerned with the intensity of my reaction because he instinctively knows that Pierre won't have done much, because he knows how much Pierre cares for me and will do anything to keep me safe, so wouldn't have tried to push me too far into anything. "It's alright, it's alright. I know you didn't mean this to happen, and I know how you're feeling. You two haven't seen each other in a long time so I suppose it is to be expected that things are a bit more fiery than normal. But you have to remember that Josh has been through a lot and as a result is very vulnerable. You just have to slow down, and let Josh get comfortable with things before to try to go any further." Francois says soothingly as he strokes his nephews back to try to calm him. He also gently massages my shoulder knowing that I need some support as well. Sarah's mouth drops wide open as she now realises what has happened. Instinctively she knows that it wasn't sex, so is very worried about the reaction I'm having. She finally knows the true extent of the damage that dad has caused and feels really sorry for me, because she realises that if I don't get over it then it is likely to impact on my relationship with Pierre. She won't let that happen, because when she sees me with Pierre it gives her hope, that she too can find someone who loves her more than anything else in the world. "Pierre, when we get back to New Zealand I think it is going to be important for you to go along with Josh to see the psychologist, as I think she will be able to help you both out. I don't like seeing Josh like this and I think that the psychologist will help you to avoid these things happening as well as giving you advice about to how to get him to overcome it." Sarah tells my boyfriend because she really does believe the psychologist will do everything she can to help us, and I have to agree with her on that. "Thank you for caring and your advice, but also thank you for not making me feel bad about what we were doing. I really appreciate it, and I know that Josh does to." Pierre replies. His tears have eased to little trickles, because he is still upset at setting me off but he does feel more comfortable now knowing there are plenty of people who are going to support and help us. "That's alright neither of us would dream of embarrassing you like that, and just remember if you want any help or advice on things then we will both be willing to try and help." Sarah says on behalf of both of them. She then comes over and ruffles both of our hair, getting a smile from me in response since my body is back under control again. "Thank you so much sis, you have done so much for me that I don't know if I will ever be able to repay you." I croak before sitting up and giving my sister a big hug and peck on the lips. "It's alright and you don't owe me anything. If anyone owes anyone, then it's me, because I have been a complete bitch to you when you didn't deserve it." Sarah replies hugging me back. I'm really quite surprised at how comfortable I am given I'm naked and what we had been doing, but Sarah and Francois really have been so supportive of us and they do make me feel totally at ease. "You don't owe me because if it wasn't for you then I wouldn't be back with Pierre. I really appreciate all the help you have given me and Pierre, and well, I love you for it." I say to Sarah from the depths of my heart. I can't believe how much my attitude has changed towards my sister, but I'm really glad that we don't hate each other's guts anymore, because it feels like I almost have a complete family again. Sarah squeezes the life out of me with her hug as I say that, because she is so happy to hear me tell her that I love her. It is something she has wanted to hear from me ever since she found out the truth behind what dad did to me, since she really has felt so guilty about the way she has treated me, and she really wasn't sure whether I would ever forgive her for it. "You don't know how much that means to hear you say that, you really don't. I love you too and sorry for all the bad things I have done to you." Sarah says to me as she burst out crying. I hug her tighter and give her a gentle pat on the back to show her that I really did mean everything I said to her, although I think she already knew that. Pierre and Francois look on approvingly, because the can sense just how momentous the occasion is. I mean me and my sister have got on really well since that initial argument in the car, but it is the first time that I feel like she has totally paid her dues and have completely forgiven her. She really has been a huge help and I now realise that I would be totally fucked without her, because she is the reason I have got what I so desperately wanted and needed. Without her there is no way that me and Pierre would be sharing a bed for the second night in a row. "Right, you two should get some sleep, and if you feel the need to have to play then just remember to take it easy." Sarah says to us after a long moment, as she releases me from her embrace and stands up making me let her go as well. Francois and Sarah then surprise the two of us as they both give us a goodnight kiss on the forehead and a cuddle before they turn and leave the room. Francois throws us the key before closing the door and heading back to the two nine year olds in the other room. "Sorry Pierre I didn't mean to scare you like that. I suppose I need a lot more time before I'm going to be comfortable with anyone doing anything with my butt." I say to my boyfriend. I can tell he is still worried about me, so I pull him into me and wrap my arms around him tightly in a loving hug. "It's not your fault I should have known better, especially after the way you reacted when wrestling with Manuel." Pierre replies sincerely. He is really blaming himself which is making me feel a bit sad, because it really was just a spur of the moment thing which was bought on by the sheer unadulterated passion we feel for each other. He didn't mean to do it, but yet still blames himself and I don't like him doing that. "It isn't your fault either, as I just think that we may have got a little worked up and it sort of well just happened. I know you never meant for it to happen so stop blaming yourself. Your uncle was right and it just happened because we have been separated for too long and got a little carried away." I tell Pierre from the bottom of my heart. He listens to me and then embraces me in a huge hug and gives me the most loving kiss to say thanks. The feeling are electric as they always are, but they always seem that little bit more special after we have helped each other in a time of need. I kiss him back to show him how much I do love him and that I'm not blaming him for anything. We both fall into a deep sleep with our lips still locked together, and our tongues down the others throat. The shitty miserable weather has passed by the next morning and the sunlight is streaming in through the window and lighting up our glowing sweaty bodies. I have had another wonderful uninterrupted sleep, and slowly wake up knowing that I am truly loved and appreciated. As my eyes open fully and focus I am staring into the most sparkly hazel eyes, which have such a look of love and happiness in them. My mind bolts awake immediately seconds afterwards, as Pierre gives me the most awesome wakeup call in the world as he lovingly kisses me. I kiss him back and those feelings just seem to get better and better. We stay locked in our loving kiss for ages, neither of us really get heated about it as we just enjoy showing our love for one another. It is just a special private moment where we are just enjoying being with each other again, and we feel no need to take it any further than just kissing. The moment is really tender and gentle and I really would like it to last forever, even though I know that is impossible. It really is just so nice to enjoy the simpler things about love, and even though we now know about the sex side of things I feel this moment is just as special as the sex. Our kissing is bought to an end when there is a knock at the door. I unwillingly break off my loving kiss with Pierre and hop out of bed. I don't think twice about it as I walk over to the door and open it completely naked. "Good morning... oh... shit... I hope I didn't interrupt anything." Sarah says a little flustered to me as I fully open the door. I am really confused by her reaction until I follow her eyes and see that my little dickie is standing at its full 2 inches. It is too late to worry about trying to cover it up, but for some strange reason I don't feel too embarrassed about my sister seeing me with a stiffie. "Nah, we were just kissing is all." I reply honestly to her. She believes me because there is no reason to doubt what I am telling her, since she seems to know that we already know that love is more than just sex. Sarah gives me a warm smile and then sticks her head in the door and waves to Pierre, who waves back. "Mum says to hurry up and get up and showered so we can go find somewhere to have some breakfast." Sarah tells us. I'm so glad that mum got Sarah to tell us, because I would have died in shame if I had opened the door to mum with a stiffie, as I really hadn't thought about that. What's worse is that I don't think mum would handle seeing me like that in the slightest given that she would presume that I'm sleeping with Pierre, but I think that is why she got Sarah to tell us. Sarah then turns and heads back to her room, leaving me to close the door and go back to my lover. I grab Pierre's hands and pull him up off the bed and give him another loving kiss. The kiss is short but very, very sweet. We are so much in tune with each other that we both know exactly when to stop without leaving the other one hanging. My head is floating as a result. I really must be the luckiest boy on earth to have such a sexy lover who makes me feel so good just being around him. We take hold of each other's hand and sort of snuggle into each other as we slowly meander into the bathroom. It is moments like this that I find the most irresistible about being with Pierre, because we can both fully enjoy just the sweet tender moments as much as the fiery passionate ones. I really feel like we are a match made in heaven and there is no way I will ever trade Pierre for anyone else in the world. He is mine, and I am his, no one can take that away from us now. I start the shower going and adjust the temperature until it is pleasant and warm. Once I am happy we both get into the shower and under the torrent of cleansing warm water gushing from the showerhead. The feelings are magical as the water flows gracefully over our naked bodies washing away all the dirt and grime from not only our bodies, but our minds as well. Everything that has adversely affected our lives seems to seep from our bodies and flush down the drain into the sewer where it all belongs. I feel in complete harmony with everything, and oh so relaxed. The more time I seem to spend with Pierre the better I feel inside and out. My problems disintegrate into oblivion leaving me feeling chilled out and at one with the world. Judging by the look of nirvana on Pierre's face I know he is in the same head space as I am, and it really is an exquisite feeling. Pierre starts to tenderly and lovingly lather up my glistening body with the leftover soap from when Francois must have had a shower yesterday. I didn't think it was possible, but somehow under the kind soothing ministrations Pierre is giving me I feel my body relax even further. He is so adoringly tender and kind that it really makes me feel like a highly cherished piece of jewellery. I have never felt so wanted and loved as I do when Pierre is around, and I hope I generate the same ambience in him. Cloud nine is all but a distant memory as I am much higher than that now. The feeling of total rapture is even an understatement, as I really can't think of a word to explain just how special Pierre is making me feel right now, while he cleans my body so gently, almost like I'm a highly prized trophy or something. If this is what the rest of my life is going to be like then I am now looking forward to it, as I'm just feeling so unbelievably wonderful that I can't see any of the bad stuff anymore. I involuntarily gasp sharply as Pierre's fingers gently caress my exposed cherry red glans. My body quivers from the loving tender contact as Pierre cleans my rock hard little dickie. My heart literarily skips a beat from the overwhelming irresistible sensations that surge through my body from Pierre's gentle soothing massage on my hard little member. The feelings created causes my legs to buckle and I have to do everything I can to stay standing. In order to stay on my feet I slump back against the wall of the shower and use it to support my weight. Pierre moves from my hard as steel little prick, and caringly takes my little marble sized balls into his thin warm soft fingers. Compassionately he massages the soap into my silky smooth ball sack, ensuring he doesn't apply too much pressure and hurt me. He is really considerate as he cleans his favourite little toy to ensure I don't endure any undue discomfort as he cleans my most delicate areas. Pierre reluctantly moves away from my crotch to clean the rest of me. He does so with the same tender gentle love he has been throughout, and it really does make me feel like a god of something. Now that he has finished washing my little dickie I feel that I'm able to stand unassisted again, so pull myself off the shower wall so that Pierre has better access to the rest of my well-toned muscular frame. I shudder unpleasantly as his hands gently caress my pale round globes, but this time he doesn't push it. Instead he backs away from my bum, and soothing lathers up all round it in ever decreasing circles to allow my mind the knowledge that nothing sinister is going to happen. He is being really careful and making sure he doesn't move too quickly because he doesn't want my mind to freak out again like it has, twice already. It works wonders because he is now fully cleaning my globes without incurring any adverse reaction from my body. He still doesn't push it for the moment since he wants to allow me to get used to him just cleaning the exterior of my butt, so he doesn't spread my cheeks and clean up the crack. I know that if he did my mind would lose it again so I really am thankful that he has taken that into consideration this time. With my body now gleaming and with a polished clean sheen to it Pierre hands me the soap so that I can scrub him clean. I eagerly take the soap off my kind sexy boyfriend, so that I can show him how much I truly love and cherish him in the same manner as he has done for me. He has made me feel so relaxed and loved, through his delicate gentle massage that I really want to do the same for him. My mind is still floating far, far away as a result of his tender loving care and I need him to experience the same state of nirvana that I am in. I love the feeling of his silky smooth body as my hands skim over his slim muscular torso while I lather it up with soap. His skin is so soft and smooth that it's like running your hands over something made from pure silk but much more pleasant. I can feel every little muscle in his chest and I ensure I give him a thorough massage all over his sleek slim torso. It is just as magical washing my lover as it was when he washed me, and I am back in seventh heaven as I continue to buff up my sexy lover. Having washed Pierre's upper half I move lower to his crown jewels, which is already hard as steel and throbbing in expectation. It just looks so magnificent as it pulses away with Pierre's heartbeat that I take a moment just to enjoy the gorgeous sight. It looks so velvety smooth and totally delectable that I have to resist all my urges not to take it into my mouth and suck on it. Even his smooth hairless ball sack which is hanging loosely underneath seems to be begging me to suck them into my mouth, making it harder and harder to resist the temptation. I resist it for now and continue to clean him starting with my favourite toy. I reach out and ever so gently take hold of my lover's long foreskin, and start to slowly and seductively peel it back to expose the glistening reddish brown glans underneath. The bulbous acorn shaped glans really does look so much like a delicious lollipop that it is making it even harder not to cave in to the temptations and give him pleasure. Again I do refrain from it and use my fingers to tenderly massage some soap into his glans. It is Pierre's turn to gasp sharply from the intense sensations emanating from his hard little dickie, and I see his legs which are wobbling like jelly suddenly threaten to give way, as my lover slumps against the wall of the shower to support himself. I continue to polish up his bulbous knob until I am happy that I can't get it any cleaner, and then I run my soapy fingers along his short shaft. I can feel the muscles in his hard little member throbbing away as I slide my slippery fingers along its length. Pierre releases a soft moan from the incredible pleasure I am giving him, making me realise that I may be doing a little too much and winding him up. I quickly finish lathering up his shaft and ever so gently take his delicate balls into my slick fingers and massage some soap into his silky smooth scrotum. It does little to alleviate the incredible pleasure that Pierre is experiencing as another soft moan escapes from his lips. He also seems to be slipping further and further down the shower wall as his rickety legs struggle to keep him standing upright. Pierre's breathing is shallow but his heart is thumping away like a jackhammer against the walls of his chest, as I continue to tenderly massage the soap into his silky smooth ball sack. I know that I have overstayed my welcome unless I intend on bringing Pierre to the peak, but I want to save that for later so I let go of his sack and start to lather up his smooth muscular legs. Now that I have stopped toying with his dickie I feel Pierre's muscles dramatically relax as I continue my affectionate massage of his frame as I soap him up. I tenderly rub my hands right down my boyfriend's back all the way down to his hips. I see his beautiful round buttocks but as hard as I try I can't force myself to touch them. My mind won't allow my hands to come into contact with Pierre's sexy tight butt, instead they hover inches above them and never make it any closer. My body trembles involuntarily at the thought of touching his bum. I can feel tears welling up in my eyes because I feel upset and ashamed at not being able to complete the job that I have started. Before I found out the truth behind what dad had done to me I never had any trouble being able to wash someone's bum, but now I just can't bring myself to do it as I can fully envisage what that bastard did to me. Pierre quickly realises what is going on and hastily turns around and embraces me in a warm loving hug before I become too emotionally distraught. He then kisses me tenderly to ensure that I stay calm and it works wonders as the intense loving feelings come surging back through my body making me totally forget about my shame. "Look, don't feel bad about it as I know that you aren't ready. I don't expect you to touch my bum yet because I know you will come around when you can take control of your mind. Until then I really am not worried and I will not put any pressure on you. I love you and I know you love me and that is all that really matters." Pierre says to me. My only response is to give him the most loving kiss back to show how much I appreciate what he has just said to me. The kiss is short and sweet, but I put all my love behind it. I know that we had better finish up in the shower as everyone will soon be waiting on us if we take too much longer, which is why I keep the kiss as short as I'm physically able to. I reluctantly break off the kiss and shut off the shower, before we both get out and start drying off. Whilst we are drying off Pierre hears a soft but incessant knocking on the door, so wraps his towel around his waist and leaves the room to answer it. I use the chance to look at myself in the mirror. So I wipe all the condensation off of it and stare at the reflection looking back at me. The boy in the mirror is totally different to the usual sad depressed reflection that looks back. My face is glowing, and even my wet matted golden blonde hair seems to have a glimmering aura about it. For the first time my blue eye sparkle with happiness and love. I really like my new reflection and hope I can keep it that way. I hear Pierre unlocking the door and quickly realise that I should probably wrap my towel around my waist just encase it is mum coming to tell us to hurry up, so I quickly do so as I hear the door open. The next thing I hear is a relatively loud thud so take a look out the bathroom door to see what is going on. I instantly crack up laughing as I see Pierre underneath the two little bodies of Manuel and Callum. In the process of getting tackled to the ground Pierre's towel has unwrapped itself from around his waist, so his cute stiff little package is lying there completely exposed and open to anyone who wants to give it a little tug. I must have laughed a little loud because both Manuel and Callum look straight up at me. Callum gets to his feet and gives chase, as I cotton on to what is about to happen and make a hasty retreat from the bathroom. I don't make it too far before Callum tackles me sending me and my towel falling to the floor. Now both me and Pierre are naked with our stiffies completely exposed, trying to wrestle off the fully clothed younger ones. Manuel and Callum don't make things easy on us as they use our state of undress to full advantage. Every time it looks like we are going to take control of things they grab onto our hard members and give them a squeeze. They don't squeeze too hard, just hard enough to cause a little discomfort so that they can keep control of the situation. "Well, well ,well, it looks like you two could use a little help. Manuel and Callum, will you let the other two up so that they can get changed, because everyone is going to be waiting on them shortly." Francois says as he enters the room and sees our predicament. He is really trying hard not to laugh the whole time, because he can't believe how the younger two seem to be in full control. Well he can as he can see what the two younger boys' are doing to maintain control of the situation, which makes it harder for the man to supress his laugh. Manuel and Callum both look up at Francois with the most disappointed looks on their faces, before they release our rock hard little boners and slide off us. Me and Pierre are now free to stand up again which we promptly do making no effort to cover our stiff little dickies even though the door is wide open. I'm not sure why but I think we have just got that comfortable with everyone not to worry about it. well everyone except for mum that is, but we haven't seen her come into our room at all in the time we have been here so aren't too worried about her potential intrusion. Francois then ushers the younger two boys' out of the room, so that me and Pierre can get ourselves ready. I'm a little disappointed now as I look around the room and realise that I haven't bought a change of clothes with me, so it means that I'm going to have to go back to my room to get dressed and I won't be able to spend my time ogling my sexy lovers body. I release a huge sigh of disappointment before I pull on the pants I had worn in here yesterday. Before I leave the room I take one last good look over Pierre's sexy shiny body and give him a tender kiss. I then leave the room and head back to my own one to get changed. I am almost ambushed again by Callum and Manuel as soon as I enter the room, but they quickly decide better of it when they see that I still haven't got changed. The both look a little confused seeing me still not changed properly, until I head over to where my bag is lying on the ground beside the bed I had been sleeping on. I rummage through my bag until I find a nice looking set of clothes and pull them out then lay them on the bed. It isn't till I drop my pants that I realise that I have an audience watching me get unchanged, as Callum and Manuel are both sitting on the other bed staring intently at my naked body. Both of the boys' gazes seem to be fixed firmly on my crotch as they both ogle my still rock hard little dickie. That awesome shower I have just had has left me feeling so turned on that I'm not sure as to whether my dickie will ever deflate until Pierre satisfies my urges, but I can live with it and it is another reason I don't mind having such a small dick, as at least it is still easy enough to get comfortable while wearing pants even when fully engorged. I disappoint my audience as I pull on some black denim jeans to cover my stiffie and then do it up. I follow that with a blue tee shirt with a surf graphics design on the back, and a grey and white striped cotton jersey. I pull on some black socks and my reef surf shoes, and tie up the laces. It is now that I notice that Manuel and Callum are both wearing the same clothes as yesterday, because it turns out due to Manuel's accident Callum has now run out of trousers to wear and it is still too cold to wear shorts, so they decided to just wear the same clothes they had on yesterday. I suppose it isn't too bad since they have only been worn for half a day and there are lots of people out there who wear their clothes for at least two days, so I don't have too much of a problem with it. Now that I am fully changed I head back out to the hallway to wait for everyone else. Manual and Callum decide to follow, and they make sure to close and lock the door as they leave. Pierre is already waiting out in the hallway fully changed into some red cotton jeans, white printed tee shirt, and a cream coloured woollen jersey. I have to say he looks sexy smart in his outfit, and I go up to him and take hold of his hand and pull him as close to me as possible. Callum and Manuel start goofing off together again while we wait for everyone else, causing me and Pierre to laugh at their antics. Mum comes out of her room after a couple of minutes, and we instantly get a look of disapproval from her. She doesn't say anything thankfully, but then again she did agree that we could hold hands so she can't really tell us off for not listening to her. Mum is dressed pretty nicely in a black dress with an off white cardigan on top. Sarah comes out of her room moments later looking a bit tired, but she gives me and Pierre the warmest smile seeing us holding hands before she cracks up laughing at the way Manuel and Callum are still goofing around in the hallway. It is now that I realise that Francois isn't around as he wasn't in our room when we left. In fact I haven't seen him since he came into our room. The elevator opens a couple of seconds later and out steps Francois, who is coughing the most awful sounding cough. It sounds like his is trying to cough his lungs out. As he approaches I get a waft of nicotine and smoke go up my nose, and it is now that I realise that Francois smokes. I feel a little concerned about it now that I know, especially with that awful cough he has, as I now know that he can't be in the best of health, but I have heard that it is very hard to give up smoking so I understand why he hasn't. "Sorry, I have been trying to give up, but I really needed to have one. I now wish that I didn't but it's too late now." Francois says apologetically to us. He does look genuinely remorseful about having given into the cravings, but if giving up is as hard as I've heard then I don't blame him for it. "Look you don't need to be sorry because I know how hard it is to give up. I used to smoke until I was pregnant with Josh and then decided it was time to quit, because I knew we couldn't afford me to smoke since we were going to have another mouth to feed. It really was a struggle but with good support I got through it, and I know you can to. We are all here to support you through it, because I know that everyone here cares for you and your health." Mum tells Pierre sincerely, which astounds me because I never knew that mum used to smoke. I actually feel a little proud knowing that I'm the reason for mum giving up, even if it was more for the fact that at the time they couldn't afford to smoke and feed me at the same time. "Thank you that means so much to me, and it really does help knowing that I have so many people who care. So thank you all." Francois replies from the bottom of his heart. Every single one of us just give him an affectionate smile, and take turns to give him a little hug to emphasis mum's point. Even mum and Sarah give Francois a hug as they too have grown to respect the man in the short time we have known him. Manuel just seems to love anyone he meets and as a result gives Francois the biggest hug and a friendly peck on the cheek. I'm glad that the kiss is short but sweet because it means that we must have got through to him about his overly enthusiastic show of affection. Now with everyone back together and ready to go, we all wander to the lifts and head downstairs. Once downstairs we proceed in an orderly fashion through the hotel lobby and out the main doors. Instead of taking the van we walk the short distance to the centre of town. It is a lot brighter today with the sun out, but still not particularly warm with a frigid breeze still blowing. We stop at the closest boulangerie (bakery) along the way to get a baguette and a pain au chocolat each for breakfast. Once we have got everything we need and it's all paid for we continue on our way. We stop at another shop a couple of doors down which is the local charcuterie which is essentially a delicatessen type shop. The selection of sliced meats on offer here is astounding, as I have never seen so many different types of sliced meat on offer. Mum gets enough ham for all of us and then pays and we head off again. We come across a pretty decent sized park called the parc de sources. The park is encircled by a wrought iron colonnade, and inside the park is filled with chestnut and plane trees with lots of park benches and eating areas. We stroll leisurely through the park looking for a nice place to eat, which offers a bit of protection from the frigid breeze. We find a nice sheltered spot along the wall of the hall des sources, which is an elegant glass hall that is home to another of the town's natural springs. We all take a seat at a picnic table and Francois expertly breaks up the baguette into even sized pieces and hands everyone a piece. I take my piece and watch what Pierre does with his. He rips it down the middle in order to be able to fill it with some of the ham mum bought, so I follow suit. We are soon all sitting there enjoying our piece of baguette filled with ham. It really is delicious especially given how fresh all the ingredients are, and the pain au chocolat just helps finish off a great breakfast. Eating outside in such a magnificent park also helps set a really positive mood for the rest of the day. Even when I don't think I can get any happier I do, and it really is an amazing feeling. Once we have finished breakfast and cleaned up the rubbish, we spend a chunk of the day just taking a leisurely stroll through the old town of Vichy. The character and charm of the place is awesome and I am really having a good time enjoying such a splendid old place. The history really fascinates me, and Pierre does his best to explain to me about as much as he can. His sexy French accent just makes me feel like all this is a really pleasant dream since it all still seems to be too surreal. We eventually end up at the park down by the river's edge surrounded by beautiful trees and perfectly manicured grass fields. As we continue to lazily meander through the park we come across a children's playground. Before mum even gets a chance to say anything Callum and Manuel have sprinted off excitedly towards the playground. Me and Pierre crack up at their enthusiasm before we decide to follow and go act like little kids again. Me and Pierre slid down the slides, swung on the swings climbed the monkey bars and generally enjoyed playing around like the younger two are. For me I am getting a chance to enjoy part of the childhood I have missed because of everything that has happened to me in the past. We spend ages playing around as I try to catch up with as much as I can of the life I have missed out on. Pierre is in the same boat in a lot of ways, as ever since his mum died he sort of stopped being able to enjoy just being a kid so he too is playing a bit of catch up. It must look like we are immature for our age but given what we have had inflicted on us I really don't care, because I really am enjoying being a nine year old again and so is Pierre. The adults are all watching us playing around on the playground. It warms mums heart to see me being a kid again, and she is getting a warm fuzzy feeling as a result. For the first time in ages she has no feeling of guilt trying to take over, because she knows that I am well on the healing path now. As much as she still can't accept my relationship with Pierre she knows that she has made the right decision bringing him back into my life, and she will try her hardest not to let her feelings about our love interfere with what really is a good thing for me. Pierre and I suddenly decide that we want to play with the other two younger ones a bit more so decide that a game of tag is in order. We spend ages running around like headless chickens playing tag, causing us all to get really hot and sweaty, but it really is worth it. By the time we have all tired out our faces are just beaming brightly out our internal happiness like lighthouse beacons. It really has been wonderful to rekindle my youth and act like a kid again as it really is something that I didn't do a lot of when I was Callum's age. Totally spent and exhausted, I crash to the ground and just lie back and relax. The grass is surprisingly dry considering all the rain we had yesterday, and the temperature is now at a nice comfortable level allowing me to really enjoy just lying there. Pierre lies down beside me, while Callum and Manuel decide to sit on the grass not too far from us. We just spent a while relaxing and talking away mindlessly like little boys' should do after having so much fun. The adults are sitting on a park bench talking amongst themselves because even they aren't in any rush to go anywhere. It is a glorious day and with everything we have done it just keeps getting better and better. I have not had a day like this in ages where I have just been allowed to be a kid, and there have been no strings attached, so it really is the best I have felt in a long time. And having my sexy boyfriend with me just makes it all the more worthwhile and exuberant. I am so comfortable, happy and relaxed that I almost doze off numerous times while we are all nattering away to one another. Eventually I decide that it's time to stand back up, not only because I'm dozing off all the time, but also because I can feel the residue moisture from the grass seeping into the back of my shirt and pants making me start to feel a little cold. Starting to feel a chill because of my wet back, I strain to get myself back into a sitting position and then stand up. I can see the adults are still talking amongst themselves and look to be in no hurry to leave, so I decide to start up another game of tag. Before anyone cottons onto my idea I tag my little brother and run away. Manuel and Pierre knowing what I have started quickly get to their feet and scatter in all directions, leaving Callum to slowly click on to what is happening. Callum is a little bit slow and sluggish to start with since he has become miles too relaxed for the sudden game of tag, but it doesn't take him long to loosen up and get back into the spirit of things. Again we are running around like decapitated poultry, and soon we are beaming our exuberance out all over again. I look at my little brother a little enviously, knowing that he still has a couple of years at least to truly enjoy being a kid, and I really wish I could turn back time so I could have enjoyed my childhood more too. I know that will never happen so I make it my goal to enjoy every moment I am in France to act like a little kid, just so that I do have some fond memories of my childhood, but when I get back to New Zealand I know I will have to act my age again. I try to draw out the game of tag for as long as I can, knowing this is one of the last chances I will get to enjoy acting like a child. I really want to start a free for all wrestling match, but know mum would be none too happy with that especially if we get our clothes dirty. Once everyone has tired from the game again we head back to the playground for one last play because we all instinctively know mum will want to go soon. Me and Pierre eventually end up on the swings and battle each other to see who can swing the highest. We both get to about the same height before it becomes too dodgy to push the swing any higher, so we ease back and relish one of the simpler delights of being a child. I notice out of the corner of my eye that someone has taken the remaining swing and look over to see who it is. I am really surprised to see that it is Sarah who has decided to swing with us, but I am really happy to see her out here having fun with us especially after all she has done for us. She seems to be having an absolute blast as well, while she swings along beside us. It really is strange as to how simple the concept of a swing is, but yet how much pleasure you can get from such a uncomplicated device, but either way I'm not really too concerned because I am having miles too much fun to seriously think about something so trivial. I suddenly notice Callum and Manuel running off towards the adults, who I now see have got off the bench and now wandering along the river's edge back towards the direction the hotel is in. reluctantly I stop myself swinging, and wait till the swing stops itself because I don't want to leave it just yet, so I don't use my feet as a break to stop it quickly. Sarah and Pierre follow suit, and then my sister notices the look of disappointment on my face. "I know you really don't want to leave, and I know that mum really didn't want to stop you having fun, but if she is leaving then it must be time to head back to the hotel and get ready for tea. Mum really enjoyed seeing you being a kid again so wasn't going to stop you until we had to leave." Sarah explains to me. I am really pleased to know that mum didn't leave to stop me having fun, instead she did the opposite and allowed me to have fun until the final minute, but I still feel disappointed that it is all over. "Yeah I know. I'm glad to see you having fun as well." I reply to Sarah, but my voice is unenthusiastic and still has a hint of disappointment in it. Sarah gives me a hug to try and cheer me up which works a little but it isn't until Pierre also hugs me as well that I stop feeling a little let-down at having to stop having fun. The hugs are short but very sweet, before they both release me so that we can catch up to the others. As we wander off in the direction we last saw the others heading in, Pierre takes a hold of my hand and pulls me closer into him. We walk along towards the hotel lovingly holding hands and sort of snuggling into each other. Other than Sarah there is no one else around so we feel safe enough to continue to walk this way without any fear of reprisals. Sarah turns around briefly to see why we seem to be slowly drifting behind, and when she sees us she can do nothing but smile to herself whilst hoping that she will be lucky enough to find that special someone. I really don't understand why people would be offended by us holding hands because it really does feel like the most natural thing in the world, and the feelings of closeness and completeness make me never want to release Pierre special delicate hand. We hold hands as long as we possibly can before we reluctantly release each other because there are too many people around now, and we really don't want to cop any flack because someone takes offense to two boys' holding hands. I feel hugely disappointed at having to release Pierre's tender soft hand because I really can't understand what anyone's problem is with it. It is perfectly natural and the most basic form of showing love and affection to someone, so why two boys' holding hands offends anyone beats me. I am tempted to take a hold of Pierre's hand again and tell anyone who objects to `shove it' but I quickly realise just how bad an idea that is, so just continue to wander towards the hotel normally while fuming a little at how bigoted and intolerant the world is. We get back to the hotel quite a while after everyone else, but thankfully Sarah has made sure that she stays close to us to ensure we find our way back safely, because if she didn't I think Pierre and I would be completely lost by now. We all quickly head upstairs and to our rooms so that we can get ready for dinner with Manuel's dad, who must be due to show up shortly if he isn't already here. Sarah disappears into her room and Pierre into his. I have no choice but to get changed in my room because I didn't leave my good clothes in Pierre's room and by the time I get them and head back to Pierre's room it will be pointless, since he will pretty much be changed already. Callum really has been thoughtful of me the whole time we have been here, because yet again he has left the door unlocked so I can enter without having to knock. I turn the handle and open the door and yet again get ambushed by two extremely excited nine year olds. Both of them are only half changed, well I should say unchanged, because they have only got as far as removing their tops. Thankfully this time they don't tackle me, instead they launch themselves into a big hug around my torso. They both look really happy and pleased about something, which sort of makes me wonder what they have been up to before I showed up. I quickly realise that they didn't have any real time to get up to too much, so I am a little confused as to their reaction. "Oh Joshy I am so happy that you played with us at the park and was a kid again. I never thought I would see you doing that again and I am really happy for you." Callum beams to me. I had never thought of that as the reason for the looks of happiness on their faces, but I suppose I shouldn't be surprised, because I think Callum has always just wanted me to act like a kid again. "It really was fun playing around with you two like a nine year old again, hopefully we might get another chance but I am getting too old for that now." I reply to my sweet little brother and give him a loving hug back. "You aren't too old, as you are still just a kid. Anyway you are only as old as you allow yourself to be and I want you to just keep being a kid like me." Callum retorts letting me know exactly how he feels. I just squeeze him tighter because I really feel overwhelmed with happiness at everything which has happened up to this moment. My life really does feel like it has meaning now, and all the wounds of the past seem to be slowly healing themselves. I know I still have a long way to go, but for the first time I feel like I can be a normal person again, and with the love and support from everyone I know I can conquer my internal battles. The thing that warms my heart the most is seeing all the scars in Callum's life starting to close up and mend themselves, because I really do feel guilty for inflicting such pain in his life even though all I was trying to do was protect him from exactly that. "Come on you two we need to get ready or everyone will soon be waiting for us." I tell Manuel and Callum, who both give me a disappointed look and hug me tighter. I sigh knowing that they just want another moment or two to enjoy being with me, because I really want to be with Pierre again. if I didn't love my brother so much I would probably be getting annoyed right now, but instead I just hug them both a little tighter to show them how much I do appreciate and love them. Callum and Manuel reluctantly release me from their embrace after a couple of minutes. Then they both drop their shorts and undies to the floor and step out of them. They are both now standing in front of me completely naked with their soft boyhoods exposed for everyone in the room to see, which is only me but it still surprises me as to how comfortable Callum is about himself now. Now that they are both naked they don't get changed straight away instead they latch back onto me a strip off my clothes, leaving me completely naked as well. I am left a little dumbfounded by how quickly it happens but I'm really not too surprised, because the two boys' have already done this to me and Pierre before. I jump a little and get my biggest surprise of the day when there is a loud knock at the door. The surprise comes in the form of Callum, who without a care in the world heads over to the door still completely naked to answer it. He doesn't make any attempt to cover himself, even given the prospect of mum or even Sarah being just on the other side of the door. Callum throws open the door in a way I would have expected if he was clothed, but not given that he is naked, and there is a man standing there. "Papa!" Manuel yells, and rushes over to his dad and embraces him in a tight hug. He then gives his father a short but sweet kiss on the lips before hugging him again. Me and Callum are happy with the way the way Manuel displayed his affection, because it really does mean that we have got through to him. His dad looks completely surprised by the way Manuel has shown him how much he loves him, because he has got so used to being continually kissed that he has forgotten how to show your love in a sensible and proper fashion. "Will you be my daddy?" Callum asks Manuel's dad earnestly but completely out of the blue. I am stunned and rendered completely speechless by Callum's question and the way he asks it as if it is the most natural question in the world. Callum hugs the man as he asks the question, so that he can feel the fatherly love, which radiates from the man, all over again. "Look I do love you, especially for what you have done for Manuel, but I'm not sure that is such a good idea because I live here and you live in New Zealand. So it is going to be hard for me to even pretend to be a father to you, with how far we are going to be apart." Manuel's dad replies as honestly and soothingly as possible. He really doesn't want to upset Callum because he cares a lot for him and me as well, but he does need Callum to see some sense. "But... but... I know you're right, but we will be coming back quite often so we will still see you heaps." Callum retorts, incidentally putting all the pressure on me to ensure we visit as often as possible. I don't care because I want to come back over here as often a possible anyway because of Francois, but now also because of Manuel's dad who I feel a close bond to. I regain my senses and go over and embrace the father in a hug as well. "Please, I want you as a dad as well. You really mean so much to us." I plead with Manuel's dad, who releases a big audible sigh telling us that he is on the verge of caving in. We hug him tighter hoping it will break down the last of his barriers and get him to admit defeat. "I'm still not sure. I'll tell you what, we will see how things progress and I will talk to your mother about it as well." He replies making us feel a little disappointed that he didn't give in and allow us to sort of adopt him. He gives us a warm fatherly hug though to tell us that he really does care, he is just a little bit worried about the whole distance thing is all. "Anyway you naked lot need to put some clothes on before someone catches you." Manuel's dad orders us and releases his embrace of us. Remembering that we are all still naked we grudgingly release Manuel's dad from our hugs, and head off to find some clothes. Manuel's dad hands his son the clothes he has bought for him to wear, so that Callum can have his own clothes back. Manuel grabs the clothes and heads over to Callum's bed and lays them down on it, and waits for Callum to find his clothes before getting dressed himself. Callum only has to find something for his top half because he really has no other option but to wear the same pants again, because he has run out of clean ones. Which of course begs the question as to why he took them off in the first place, but nothing surprises me too much anymore about my little brother because Manuel has changed him so much. Pierre who has already finished getting changed waltzes into the room straight past Manuel's dad, who he greets politely and wanders straight over to me. I have my back to my boyfriend as I sift through the contents of my bag in search of something to wear, so I am completely unaware that my boyfriend is even in the room let alone standing right behind me. Once I have the clothes I want to wear I stand back up, and Pierre uses the chance to reach around and give my flaccid boyhood a playful grope. I turn around in a flash thinking it is Manuel or Callum teasing my little dickie, and am quickly embraced in a tender loving kiss from my boyfriend who again fondles my prick which reacts instantly this time and quickly hardens to its full 2 inches. The kiss is short and sweet and extremely tender and loving, which leaves me wanting more but knowing this isn't the time to do so. Despite Manuel's dad still being in the room I still make no attempt to hide my raging stiffie because I'm not really worried about people seeing me in that state anymore, especially after my sister having seen my boner when she came in this morning. Pierre lets me go so that I can get changed so that we can go out for dinner on time without me getting in trouble for holding everyone up. I quickly pull on some black briefs disappointing Pierre who has been ogling my stiff boyhood, because I cover it up on him. Pierre still stares at my near nakedness with a look of longing and appreciation, and he takes a really good long look at my tented out undies, which causes my stiff little dickie to twitch inside my briefs. I pull up my aqua blue cotton jeans and carefully do them up ensuring that my little tent isn't sticking out. I then pull on a plain white tight fitting muscle shirt, and a cream coloured pullover. Now changed, I take my time to take in my sexy French boyfriend and his smart looking outfit. He is wearing black dress pants, a white with thin gold stripes collared shirt and a cream button up cardigan type of thing. He had done his hair as well which has a perfectly straight part right down the centre. He really does look smart and sexy, and I let him know it by giving him a tender loving kiss on the lips. I quickly put on my shoes and socks, before standing up and taking Pierre's hand and following everyone else out into the hallway. Mum instantly gives me and Pierre a disapproving look at seeing us holding hands, but she remembers that she allowed us to do it so keeps her mouth shut. It really is going to be a long hard struggle for her to come to some sort of real acceptance towards our relationship, but the more she learns to not say anything about it the easier things will become. Callum and Manuel are roughhousing around as we all wait on Francois and Sarah to finish getting themselves ready. The two boys' really do enjoy being with each other, and they both are really happy all the time at the moment. They have connected on a level of being great friends but I don't think it will go past that, because I am almost confident that both boys' are straight, despite Manuel's current fascination with boys' genitalia. Mum and Manuel's dad are fully engaged in a conversation now that she has taken her mind away from Pierre and me holding hands. They really seem to be getting animated with their chat, and I'm almost sure that they are both subconsciously flirting with each other. I am actually really happy to see that as if they do hook up it will make it easier on Pierre and me. Although I'm not quite sure how it will work given they both live in countries on the opposite side of the world to each other, but if it makes them happy I don't care. I mean what's the worst that could happen, we all move to France? With mum engaged in an animated conversation with Manuel's dad and the two younger boys' playing around, I pull Pierre in close to me a give him another quick loving kiss on the lips. The feelings are so awesome that I really wish I didn't have to stop, but I can't risk mum catching us kissing or all hell will break loose. I break off the kiss suddenly as I feel my hair getting ruffled up. I look up and Francois's craggy face smiling at me. He whispers into my ear that I should be more careful where I choose to kiss, because there are lots of people who would object to seeing that. I just nod my understanding, but this is the first time we have kissed anywhere where we could potentially get seen so it's not like we go overboard with it. It turns out that mum had also seen me kissing Pierre, but Manuel's dad had managed to convince her just to let us be. He told her the more we showed our affection while she is around the quicker she would be forced to get used to it, and as much as she doesn't like it she knows he is right. Mum does also whisper in my ear that she doesn't want to see me kissing in public places but that is all she says about it much to my relief. I still keep a hold of Pierre's soft delicate hand and sort of snuggle into him at the same time, because I really do need to have some sort of contact with my lover. The feelings I get from him are far too addictive to not be able to touch him, so I will hold onto his hand as long as I possibly can. Sarah finally emerges elegantly from her room and sees me and Pierre holding hands so smiles at us. She really has been so supportive of my love for Pierre that I struggle to believe this is the same person I absolutely hated not that long ago. She has done more for me and Pierre than I ever could have dreamed and I am eternally grateful to her for it all. Now that everyone is out in the hallway and ready, mum tries to settle the two younger boys' down seeing as they are both still hyped up and running around like lunatics. Once she finally has them quietened down enough for her liking, we all head towards the lift. Again we go downstairs and make our way through the hotel lobby outside, but this time we don't head to the van because there is now too many of us to fit in comfortable. Also the restaurant is just a short walk away, so there really is no point in all of us loading into the van. We all make our way down the street in an orderly fashion. Manuel's dad and my mum are walking side by side, and in fact they have hardly left each other's side since they gathered out in the hallway at the hotel. Sarah is walking with Francois just talking about stuff, it seems like Sarah has become close to Pierre's uncle like he really is part of the family. Manuel and Callum are skipping along just having as much fun as they can without going overboard and getting scolded for it. I still have Pierre's lovely soft hand in mine while we wander towards the restaurant. It is a really pleasant evening for a stroll. The sun is low in the sky casting an orange to red glow on the underside of the light smattering of cumulus clouds in the sky. The frigid breeze which was up earlier in the day has died and changed directions so there is just a faint light breeze coming in from the opposite direction which is good because there is also a little warmth to the breeze now making it really quite pleasant. The streetlights have been turned on and are lighting the streets in a pleasant yellow glow, made even nicer by the old fashion fittings the bulbs are placed into. There is almost a romantic feel in the air, and I can feel the extra love surging through me. It really is wonderful being able to hold Pierre's hand as we walk down the streets of such a beautiful town, while knowing we are going out to have a really nice quality meal at a restaurant. Aside from that one unfortunate incident I have really enjoyed my time so far in France and I can't wait to see what's in store for us next. We make it to the restaurant which is the same one we had lunch at when we first arrived after having picked up Pierre and his uncle. I am really glad that we are coming back here as I really loved the food last time around, and now it gives me a chance to try one of the other delightful meals they have on offer. Callum is really excited too, because he can't wait to get some more escargots after having thoroughly enjoyed them the first time round. We enter the restaurant and are immediately shown to a table because mum had made sure to book us in to ensure we got enough seats for all of us. The waitress is warm and friendly and immediately takes our drinks order, which is champagne again no real surprise there. I am really enjoying this French custom of kids being allowed alcohol with their meal, as champagne is just to die for, it is so nice. Callum has made sure to sit beside Francois, while Manuel of course sits right beside my little brother. Callum has specially chosen to sit beside Francois because he wants to get the man to order the food he did last time. The problem is Callum can't pronounce escargot so he is totally confusing Francois with what he is saying. Pierre and I pick up on what Callum is trying to ask Francois so help him out, well I should say Pierre helps him out because he can pronounce what they are called. Sarah who is sitting at the head of the table is making faces of disgust knowing what it is Callum is after. She can't believe that her youngest brother likes such a repulsive thing, in fact she can't believe anyone at all could eat it because she thinks it's the most horrible tasting thing that she has ever tried. Sarah is sitting at the head of the table because mum has chosen to sit as close to Manuel's dad as possible. Mum and Manuel's dad just seem to be endlessly engaged in conversation, with both of them also still subconsciously flirting with each other still. I'm not sure whether they are aware that they're doing it, or at least they are not aware of how blatantly obvious they are about it. It is that obvious that I'm almost sure that everyone else at the table has picked up on it, well I'm not too sure about the youngsters but I know everyone else has. "Joshy, does my papa like your mummy like how you feel about Pierre?" Manuel whispers to me from across the table. Well now I know that everyone at the table has picked up on how close my mum has got to Manuel's dad. I for one am happy about it because if all her attention is focused on Manuel's dad then she isn't concentrating on me and Pierre. "Yes Manuel, I think they are in love with each other. I hope it's not a problem." I reply to the youngster, who just smiles and shakes his head to tell me that he has no problem with it. I give him a warm smile back because I'm glad he is happy with the situation. "Cool then maybe we really will be brothers. That would be like so awesome cos I love you, Pierre and Callum because you have already been like brothers to me." Manuel whisper's enthusiastically to me with an even bigger smile on his cute as a button little face. I can do nothing more than produce a bigger smile myself as his affection rubs off on me. "Maybe, but it doesn't matter because you will always be one of our brothers." I reply sincerely to Manuel, who just produces the biggest smile that he physically can. I think that he would have hugged and kissed me by now if it wasn't for the fact he is sitting on the opposite side of the table. While I have been talking with Manuel the waitress has come back with the champagne and poured everyone a glass. Francois also used the opportunity to keep Callum happy by ordering a couple of plates of escargot. He wasn't sure whether Manuel or his father also liked them so plays it safe and orders the extra plate just encase, because he figures Callum will eat most of them anyway. With the order placed and the glasses full the waitress disappears again, leaving us to mingle amongst ourselves again. Everyone is just softly talking to the person next to them, with the exception of the two youngsters who are becoming very animated and rambunctious in their conversation. I am really happy with what I am seeing at the table, so I decide to do something I've always wanted to do. I release Pierre's hand for the first time since we started holding hands at the hotel. I then pick up my champagne glass and a small spoon, and lightly tap the glass making a tinkling noise in order to get everyone's attention. Once I see that everyone is looking towards me I start. "I would like to propose a toast to our one big happy family." I say grinning from ear to ear, because I really am glad to be surrounded by so many people who care so much for me and everyone else around them. We may not be a true family but it is close enough for me. Everyone just starts clinking their glasses together making me even happier that they agree with what I said. I'm a little surprised Manuel and Callum don't break their glasses when they clink them together because they do it a little overenthusiastically. It really is a special occasion and I am so happy that I had to go to France now because I not only have the most special person in the world to me back, but I have also gathered the most loving caring people to be part of my family. With the toast over and everyone talking amongst themselves again, I take Pierre's hand into my own once more. It really does feel wonderful and natural to hold Pierre's hand and I really wish I never have to let it go. I know I felt really close to Pierre when we were living together, but I feel a lot closer to him now. Maybe it's because we have been separated for so long, or maybe my love for him has grown stronger, but it doesn't really matter as he makes me feel complete. The waitress turns back up with the two plates of escargot and places them nicely on the table, before leaving again. Almost as soon as the plate touches the table Pierre and Callum are into it, and getting as much as they can. Francois soon joins them, and starts to enjoy the French delicacy with the boys'. I decide to have a couple because I didn't think that they tasted bad, and I also think it would be rude not to. Manuel and his father are a little unsure as to whether they want to try them or not, because neither of them have ever had it before. Manuel's dad has seen them dished up numerous times when he was a kid, at some of the parties his parents used to throw, but he was always too scared to try them. Having seen Callum enjoying them enthusiastically and me grabbing a couple myself, they decide to go for gold and at least try them. Manuel is still very tentative as he puts it up to his mouth in order to try a cooked snail for the first time in his young life, but eventually he puts it in and tastes it, and then he ends up like Callum trying to get as many as he can. It really is quite funny to him, with how tentative and scared he was to try it in the first place but now he thinks they are one of the best tasting things in the world. Manuel's dad on the other hand is the same as mum and me, very nonplussed about them. He doesn't see what the big deal with them is, but he also doesn't hate them. The plates are quickly polished off, with Manuel and Callum getting the bulk of the delicacy. The waitress quickly returns and takes away the empty plates after having seen that they are empty. She returns a short time later to take our orders. It takes a long time to go through everyone, but we all get our orders placed successfully. Pierre and me swap what we had last time so that we can enjoy what the other had the first time we came here. I have to say that I really am looking forward to mine, because it just looked so delicious when Pierre had ordered it. With the orders placed the waitress turns around and takes them through to the kitchen, leaving us to further enjoy the casual yet vibrant atmosphere of the restaurant. It is now that I remember that I have one important task to deal with, because I had promised to get to the bottom of a certain issue. I have decided that now is going to be as good a time as any, so set myself up to ask the question. "Mr Bruni, do you mind if I ask you a question?" I say to Manuel's dad after getting his attention first. He just nods his head to let me know that I can continue. "You don't have answer this but I think it will be helpful if you do. Why did Manuel's mum leave? I only ask this because Manuel blames himself for the reason she left him but I really can't understand how it could be his fault." I say to Manuel's dad. He takes a big gulp followed with a deep sigh, making me think that he isn't going to answer the question. I hope he does for Manuel's sake but I'm not going to put any pressure on him. ************ Comments are always welcome at (pennywise3636@gmail.com). Please keep all comments clean. If possible please kick in a few bucks at the Nifty Website, to keep it up and running. The site puts in a lot of effort and work so that we all have a place to come and contribute or read some fine stories.