Date: Sun, 1 Dec 2013 11:05:52 +1300
From: bob charles <pennywise3636@gmail.com>
Subject: Washed Up (Gay / Young friends) chapter 23

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 23:

Things start to become clearer as to why the seating arrangement is the way
it is, as mum and Manuel's dad take the seats on the side closest to the
wall. François ends up at the head of the table, and Sarah, Pierre and I
take the seats on the other side of the table to mum. Callum and Manuel
have to squeeze together at the other end of the table, but given their
small size they do so comfortably.

The waitress, who I hadn't even noticed had disappeared in the first place,
returns with a bottle of champagne and starts to pour some into the glasses
which are already set up on the table. Everyone is talking amongst
themselves while the waitress does her thing, but due to the acoustic
properties of the room no-one seems to talk much louder than a
whisper. Once the waitress has finished pouring everyone a glass of
champagne, she disappears again.

I assume she has gone to get some menus, since there are none on the
table. Well, I suppose it could be a set menu restaurant in which case
there won't be a menu, but I have a feeling it isn't that type of place. I
could be totally wrong though, and the longer the waitress takes the more
it is looking like I am wrong about it. My thoughts are suddenly
interrupted when I hear someone tapping on their champagne glass.

************

"Sarah, Josh, Callum and Manuel, I have something I want to ask
you. Um... sorry Pierre, I should ask you as well, but this is something I
want all of you to agree on," Manuel's dad says, which takes me by surprise
because I had thought the whole thing would have been mum's idea.

"Yeah sure, what do you want to know?" Sarah asks on behalf of all of
us. The rest of us nod our heads in agreement, because she has beaten us to
say something and there is no real point in adding anything extra.

"I would like to ask you to allow your mum and me to get married, because
we both love each other very much, but we don't want to do anything which
will upset any of you," he says, while everyone instinctively turns their
attention to Sarah and me.

I have no idea why anyone would expect me to object, but then again me and
mum haven't had the best of relationships and this would be the most
opportune time to get my own back on her, but I don't feel like doing
anything like that. It is not in my nature any more to do something so
horrible, and I have forgiven mum for all her wrongdoings, so it is all in
the past now and I'm looking to the future.

"Yay!!! We are going to be brothers!" Callum and Manuel say to each other
at almost the same time, before they both hug each other. I don't think
anyone had any doubts about their reaction, which is as I expected.

"Go for it, I'm thrilled for you!" I say enthusiastically, because I want
to see them together, and the best part is I will have a dad again who
loves and cherishes me, because I have missed that so much.

"Congratulations, I am happy for you both and I want to see the two
families unite, because it is in the best interests of all of us!" Sarah
says, which takes everyone a little by surprise, because we had expected
there to be a little negativity about the proposal.

Pierre strangely, has been the quiet one, because I would have expected him
to be excited about the idea. He is almost the opposite; he is a bit
withdrawn and unsure about everything. Well, not so much unsure about
everything, he doesn't feel like he has a say in the matter, because it is
not his mum or his dad who is involved. Now that I am concentrating back on
him, I can sense how he is feeling, and it is a little hard on me, because
I know he is feeling a little left out, due to not being a proper part of
the family.

"Pierre, you are as much a part of the family as I am, or even Callum, or
Sarah or even Manuel. You are part of us now so you have equal say in
anything," I say, but it doesn't make any difference because he expected
that response from me and knew I would say anything to ease his concerns,
so doesn't take any notice of what I say.

"Pierre, Josh is right! I wouldn't have adopted you otherwise. You are as
much a part of the family as everyone else, so if you have something on
your mind we want to hear it," mum tells him. This time he takes notice,
not so much because it was mum who said it, but because everyone else
reinforces what mum has told him.

"I don't have a problem, it was more I didn't feel that I had any say, but
now that I know I do, I am really happy for you both because you are so
good together," Pierre says, once he knows that his opinion does count. He
then gets out of his seat and goes to give mum a big hug to thank her for
taking him into consideration.

Mum and Manuel's dad are happy with the overwhelming response in favour of
them getting married, even though at the same time they are a little
surprised, because they had expected at least one of us to not be happy
with it. Their main concerns were with Sarah and me, but we are both
thrilled with their decision.

"Thank you so much, all of you. I am both humbled and grateful with the way
you all have responded so positively about the proposal," Manuel's dad says
with a huge amount of relief and joy.

"We have one other major thing to do first, before we start planning for
the wedding. So once we have finished dinner I want you to all get your
bags packed again and be ready to go at six thirty," mum says, which
confuses all of us, because we have no idea what else they would have to do
before they can start to plan the wedding, let alone have any idea why we
have to move on again, and so soon.

"Aww, do we have to go again, cos I like it here," Callum moans, because he
is getting to the stage where he wants to stay in one place for a while.

"Yes Callum, we do have to go because I feel this is important!" mum
replies.

"Where do we have to go this time?" Callum whinges back.

"We are going to Marseille, but don't worry it will only be for the day and
then we will be coming back here. I have extended our stay with the hotel,
so you will still get a few days to enjoy it here," mum says, directing it
to all of us, because she knows how much we all need a proper rest.

"Are we going to try and find my mum?" Manuel asks nervously, after he
remembers the connection between his mum and Marseille.

"No Manuel, not your mother. We are going to see some of your true family
though," mum replies.

"Who, dad's mum and dad?" Manuel asks, even more nervously, because he
doesn't want to see them after how horrible they have been to his dad.

"Yes Manuel, we, well I should say that I feel it is important to pay them
a visit and see if we can get things ironed out. You deserve to know your
grandparents, because you had no choice about what the situation
surrounding your birth was, so I don't think it is fair the way they are
treating you and your father," mum replies. She believes that she can make
Manuel's grandparents see sense, but I don't think anyone else is quite so
optimistic.

"But what about mum, are we not going to look for her too?" Manuel asks,
still nervous as hell. He would prefer to find his mum, than front up to
his grandparents.

"No, I'm sorry son, but we thought that it would be better for all
involved, your mum included, if we didn't find her. I'm not sure how she
will react to know I'm getting married, let alone the risk she could pose
to you," Manuel's dad says, bailing mum out at the same time, because he
figures that this issue is between him and his son.

"What are you saying... that she might hurt me, or something bad?" Manuel
asks with an element of disbelief in his voice.

"The drugs your mum is taking can make her very unpredictable and dangerous
at times. I would never have ditched her if there was never any threat to
your safety, but there was and potentially still is," he explains, knowing
that Manuel doesn't understand the effect of the drugs his mum has been on
for years. The boy looks scared now, because he has now started to worry
about accidently bumping into his mum on the street.

His dad leaves his seat and goes over to his son to comfort him. I can hear
him telling Manuel that there is no way any of us will let anything happen
to him, and not to worry because the chances of stumbling into her on the
streets are very slim. It takes a little while to get him to relax again,
but his dad is used to it. He does an awesome job with Manuel, which makes
me that much happier about him becoming my dad as well. Once Manuel has
calmed, his dad returns to his seat.

With that out of the way, mum signals for the waitress to return with some
menus. She come across quickly and is proficient in taking all our orders,
before returning to the kitchen to deliver them to the chef. We all order
something simple because we are on a semi-tight time schedule. Pierre and I
without realising, order exactly the same meal of fish burgers and fries,
but I don't pay any attention to what anyone else orders because it is none
of my concern.

The staff in the kitchen are very efficient in getting our meals cooked and
served, but it is helped by us having come in before anyone else, so they
are only cooking for us at this stage. We have our food within quarter of
an hour after placing our orders, which is the quickest we have been served
at any restaurant here in France. The food still looks superb, despite how
quickly it was prepared and cooked.

Once we have our meals in front of us, we all start to eat. We all take our
time to enjoy the meal, because we have more time than we had expected due
to the efficiency of the restaurant staff. When mum made the early booking,
she allowed ample time to get everything done, because she hadn't expected
such quick service, so she was almost expecting us to be in a huge rush to
catch the train, but it doesn't look like it is going to turn out like
that.

The food is delicious, but not the best we have had in France. I'm not
complaining because it is still far better than anything mum has ever
cooked in her life. Pierre and me decide to feed each other, due to us both
ordering the same thing, which gets disapproving looks from mum, until she
decides that it might be fun to do with Manuel's dad. Her attempt to feed
him ends up a disaster with her spilling food all down his front, which
causes everyone to crack up laughing at his misfortune.

I feed Pierre a lot more successfully, and Pierre does the same. It helps
that we are only feeding each other our fries, because we had wisely
decided that the burger was going to be too big and messy to feed the
other. It is fun feeding him like this, so I have decided to do this as
often as I can. It is strange because even though I know he doesn't need
the help, it feels right. I also love having him feed me back, because
despite how it may look, I don't feel helpless in the slightest, far from
it in fact. It feels so loving and caring feeding the other food, which is
why I enjoy doing it.

The other reason I like it so much, is because I can display my affection
towards my lover publicly, even with mum around. It proves how much she has
changed in her attitude towards our love, which I am thrilled about,
because at last I can feel totally comfortable being with Pierre when she
is around. I'm still a little cautious about how far I will push things
with her, even though I know I have slipped up a couple of times, and I do
try not to kiss him in public.

Kissing in public is something I want to be able to do freely, but aside
from the time I kissed him while waiting for the elevator at the hotel that
time, or the kiss in the corridor at another hotel, I'm not willing to kiss
more publicly than that, yet. I'm not too worried about mum any more in
that respect, but it is more other people's reaction to it that concerns
me. I know being gay isn't a popular thing, but our age makes things even
worse. I can't understand why, because is it that hard to believe that
people our age can find true love?

I am the last to finish eating my dinner, because I had become too lost in
my musings to pay enough attention to what was going on. Pierre has a look
on his face to tell me he knows what I was thinking about, which is
confirmed when he puckers his lips and makes kissing gestures. I poke my
tongue out at him, because it is the only rude gesture that I think is
appropriate to use given the situation, before I return to eating the rest
of my dinner so that I don't keep everyone waiting on me for too long.

I finish my dinner quickly, and as soon as I have done that mum and
Manuel's dad get out of their seats. Without thinking, everyone else
follows their lead and we all proceed out of the restaurant and back to our
rooms. I'm a little concerned while leaving, because I notice that mum
hasn't paid for the dinners, but she tells us that the meals have been
booked against our rooms, so she will pay for them when we leave.

Once back upstairs, we all go into our rooms and get ourselves ready to go
to Marseille. We have a little more time than anticipated to do this, due
to Manuel's dad having to change clothes after mum had dropped some of her
food all down him. It is only a little more time, because before we realise
it he is changed, and both him and mum are ready and waiting. Pierre and I
are next out, because our bags were pretty much packed after we cleaned up
after ourselves this morning. Sarah isn't too far behind us, but
François and the boys take forever.

The boys have crashed again, due to how exhausted they had become after
their play at the park, so François has had to help them more than he
had hoped. It wasn't helped by the fact the boys still have no idea about
tidiness, so their clothes are scattered all over the room, but François
has slowly started to get through to them about that, so it isn't as bad as
usual.

Once they are ready and have emerged from the room, we all head back
downstairs and towards the van. Mum drops out of the group when we go
through the lobby, so that she can clear up the bill and ensure everything
is ready for us upon our arrival again tomorrow sometime. The rest of us go
straight out to the van and load up. Once mum is back she climbs into the
passenger's seat, allowing Manuel's dad to drive us to the train station.

We take pretty much the same route as we did when we came into the city,
but instead of going over the bridge again we continue down beside the
river. The traffic is relatively free flowing now so the journey doesn't
take anywhere near as long as it did before. Manuel's dad's driving is
smooth and steady, unlike that of mum's which tends to be erratic and she
doesn't seem to be able to keep to the same speed either, so it is a lot of
accelerating followed by her taking her foot off the gas to slow down
again, before repeating the whole process.

We take an off-ramp from the main road into a sprawled out assortment of
parking lots. The parking area is huge, and each different lot is separated
by a beautifully manicured grass lawn and nice trees, which also act as a
wind break. Manuel's dad drives around until he finds a day parking lot and
pulls in, collecting a ticket from the machine at the entrance. He finds a
park and manoeuvres the van into it, before killing then engine and
allowing all of us to pile out.

We gather our bags before we get out of the van and back into the warm
early evening air. The parking lot feels warmer than I had expected,
because of the heat radiating up from the asphalt after it had been baking
all day in the sun. Once we are all ready and organised, we start to make
our way towards the station. I haven't had the slightest glimpse of the
station itself yet, because it is hidden behind a line of trees at the end
of the parking lot, so the closer we get to it the more the anticipation
builds up in me.

I'm expecting to see yet another glorious old building, but I get the
biggest wakeup call of my life when we get our first look at the station,
because it is modern. It is an immensely long structure that reminds me of
a white cigar because of its shape. It has a curve along the entire length,
and is narrowest at the ends which drop off sharply, and highest about the
middle. About every fifty meters or so there is a high narrow window,
deeply recessed into the building and above each window is a skylight to
allow more natural light into the building.

As we walk closer to the entrance, which has a massive patio area out front
with lots of benches and tables mixed in with trees in pots and other
plants, I get a better look at the building. From the distance it had
looked like it was a series of huge panels going from the top to the bottom
of the building, but on closer inspection I can see it is made up of lots
of much smaller panels, which I suppose makes sense, otherwise they
wouldn't have been able to create the curve so easily. I also notice that
the windows are also smaller individual windows made to look like one big
one, but the other thing I notice about them is that they curve as well to
match the building.

I'm not quite sure what to make of the architecture. It is obviously built
to show the world that France isn't stuck in the past, and is also a modern
country, but I'm not sure about this particular example. It is striking
there is no doubt about it, but in some ways it is bland and over the
top. The sheer size of the structure seems over the top to me, but I
suppose it is a train station, so I had to expect it to be a long building,
but I never thought it would be anything near the length of this one.

Once we get through the entrance I get my first look at the interior of the
building, which isn't quite what I had expected to see. The inside isn't
the cigar shape that I had expected, because instead of the curve following
its natural path, it ends at a point and the opposite wall mirrors it. It
looks like a triangle, but with two of the sides curved instead of
straight, similar in shape to an upturned ship's hull. The other noticeable
thing is the building isn't straight along its length either, as it slowly
curves away from where the parking lots are.

The wall with the entrance we came through has a series of slats running
the length of the building, with gaps in between. The large windows are
also recessed from the inside, which surprises me, because it means the
walls of the building are a lot thicker than it looks, but I guess I should
have noticed that to some extent when I came through the entrance. Above
each window is a set of lights, which point up towards the ceiling, but in
general the wall looks far too busy.

The opposite side is split into two levels, with the ground level being
where the ticket booths and a variety of different stores are located. Most
of the stores are small cafés, or other food outlets. The second floor
which you get to via escalators or stairways which run parallel to the
length of the building, seems to be the waiting area. There are huge
windows looking out onto the train platforms and also help to allow natural
lighting into the building, which must cut down on their power bill
massively, because the lights are only just coming on now due to the sun
slowly setting.

There are lots of monitors and clocks located at regular intervals down the
building, so you can keep an eye out for which trains are coming into the
station, as well as knowing how long it is before the one you are after is
due. I see that there is a train to Marseilles due in five minutes, so I'm
hoping we can make it to get on that one.

I am snapped back into reality when Pierre yanks my arm to indicate that we
are moving on. I had been too busy focussing on the building and trying to
decide whether I like it or loath it, to notice mum purchasing the
tickets. In the end I still haven't made up my mind on the building,
because I don't hate it, but I don't love it either; to me it is just
another building but much grander in scale than most.

I am pulled along at a great rate of knots as we try to get to our boarding
gate in time, which thankfully isn't too far from where we are, but still a
good walk when you have to hurriedly negotiate your way around lots of
other people scattered around the place. We make it to the escalator
heading up to the second floor closest to our gate and get on it.

Upon reaching the second floor I see that I am right with what I
thought. The floor is full of rows of couch-like seating and tables to
accommodate the waiting passengers in comfort. The thing that catches me
off guard a little is that we are now at track level, which means that the
rail is elevated above the road level.

I don't get too long to look around because we rush straight through the
area and out the door onto the platform, just in time to see our train
rolling into the station, creating a clamour as it does so. As soon as the
train comes to a complete stop and the doors open with a hiss, we pile into
the nearest carriage and take a seat.

Almost as soon as the two youngsters take their seats they have fallen
asleep. They are still worn out from their play earlier in the day, so are
going to use this opportunity to get a bit of shut-eye. The seats are
certainly comfortable to get a bit of sleep on, but I'm not feeling tired
enough for it, so all I do is wrap my arm around Pierre who has the window
seat, and sit back to enjoy the ride.

I don't get a chance to take in much of the scenery as it flashes by,
because I am too lost staring at my beautiful lover and getting lost in his
wonderful hazel eyes. The thirty five minute trip to Marseille only seems
to last a fraction of that, because I am too focused on my gorgeous French
boyfriend to realise how much time has gone by.

The first time either me or Pierre notice that we have reached our
destination, is when mum taps on my shoulder to get my attention. It
doesn't take long for me to catch on with what is happening, so I pull my
arm from around Pierre and get out of the seat. Pierre isn't far behind me
as we follow mum off the train. François has to wake the boys, so it
takes him longer to get off the train, but he and the boys eventually catch
up.

We don't waste any time in taking in the station, because mum is in a
rush. We march from the platform and right through the station and out the
main entrance, without stopping. The only time we stop is once we find an
empty taxi van, which is big enough to carry all of us. Once we have loaded
our bags into the taxi and got in, Manuel's dad gives the driver the
address of his parents. His voice shows how nervous he is, and I can tell
he is having second thoughts about going through with this, but he gives
the driver the address and off we go.

Due to the unexpected visit to Marseille I have not had a chance to find
out anything about the city through my travel guidebook. I don't even know
where the train station is in relation to the city or anything. The taxi
seems to randomly take any direction the driver wants, but I can tell that
he isn't taking advantage of us, because Manuel's dad is keeping a close
eye on him. I think the driver must attempt a sly one every now and then,
because Manuel's dad quickly alters the route the driver was planning to
take.

Eventually we pull up outside an impressive looking stone wall, which has
to be at least six feet high. The wall is split in the middle by an equally
impressive iron gate. The driver pulls up outside the gate and Manuel's dad
get out and heads over to a keypad with intercom unit, which is on one of
the stone posts that the gate is hung to. He is nervous as he goes around
the taxi to the keypad, and I can see he is crossing his fingers which
confuses me, because I don't understand why he is doing that.

He shields what he is doing, once he has reached the unit. I know he is
punching in a pin to get the gates to open, because if he was using the
intercom then he wouldn't have shielded what he was doing. After punching
in the numbers, he stands back, listening carefully for the noise he is
hoping to hear.

It takes about five agonizing seconds before we all hear a loud click,
followed by a whirring noise and see the gates slowly opening. Manuel's dad
then gives a celebratory fist pump as it means his parents haven't changed
the pin from the last time he lived there, and best of all was he
remembered it. He then comes back around the taxi and gets back in his
seat. Once he has closed his door and the gates have fully opened, the taxi
driver starts to slowly creep down the driveway.

The drive is made of beautiful cobblestones, but because of that it is a
little bumpy driving on them as the path snakes its way towards the
house. Flanking the drive are impressive and healthy looking palm trees,
which are lit up from ground level by lights at their base pointing up
towards the top. The lights are multipurpose because they also light up the
side of the driveway making it safe and easy to navigate around the winding
path down a hill towards the house.

At the bottom of the drive is a gorgeous rectangular white stone house. The
house is two storeys with the second storey having four windows side by
side, set into the most elegantly designed arches I have ever seen in a
house. The roof is a beautiful red coloured clay tiles type, but the roof
angle is a lot shallower than I'm used to seeing. In fact if it had much
less of an angle to it, then it would be flat.

The drive circles around a fountain at the bottom, with a huge looking
garage built off to the side of the house. The taxi driver pulls up right
outside the front door, and we start to get out while mum settles the bill,
before she too gets out and joins us. Both Manuel and his dad are very
reluctant to get out of the van and as a result they are the last ones left
in the taxi, but they both gradually drag themselves out and close their
doors.

I can see Manuel's dad taking a moment or two to prepare himself to face up
to his parents for the first time in ages. He is looking so nervous that
I'm half expecting him to puke up all over the place, but somehow he keeps
control of that side of things. He finally decides to go through with it
and grudgingly approaches the front door, then tentatively knocks on it.

He starts off knocking so softly not even I can hear it, but gradually gets
louder and louder until it is loud enough that it may be audible inside,
before he stops. He then stands there nervously waiting, but more thinking
of gapping it and running off up the driveway, but he stands firm. It seems
to take an eternity before the wooden double doors to the house fly open
and we are greeted by an immaculately dressed grey haired lady.

"Well, well, well, look what the cat dragged in. In case you don't remember
you are not welcome here," the lady snarls in a posh tone. She speaks in
French but we all understand it well enough now to follow the conversation
properly. She doesn't even look at any of us, as she tries her hardest to
ignore the company her son has bought with him.

"I made him come, because there are things that I think we need to talk
about," mum says, after approaching the front door and standing beside
Manuel's dad. I notice that after this the lady takes a look around all of
us, but it is Manuel who I feel sorry for, because her face wrinkles up in
anger and disgust at seeing him here.

"What have we here, another tramp with her bastard children? Way to go son,
you know how to pick them!" she says menacingly. Mum can't believe the way
she has been so rudely greeted by the woman, and her mouth falls open in
shock and disbelief. I can tell that the lady has rendered her useless
already and I can't see how they are going to achieve the goal that they
were hoping for when they decided to come here.

"Look you fucking bitch, my mother is not a tramp because she was married
when she had us, but things happen that a cow like you wouldn't
understand," Sarah snaps at the lady in mum's defence, also in fluent
French, which catches all of us, the lady included, by surprise.

"Oh I see, so she is one of those people who can't stick to her commitments
then!" the lady retorts, once she has regained her composure.

"Mum didn't have a fucking chance you bitch, because dad did stuff which
made it impossible for them to stay together," Sarah bites back, almost so
hard that I'm surprised the lady didn't get her head bitten clean off.

"You naïve insolent child, there is no reason a man and his wife should
ever..." the lady counters.

"How about the fact he beat the shit out of mum and Josh, my middle
brother, as well as raping him too! Is that not a good enough reason, and
the arsehole is dead now anyway you inconsiderate bitch!" Sarah yells,
discourteously interrupting the lady in the process. I feel totally
embarrassed and freaked out; knowing the most private event in my life has
been yelled for the whole neighbourhood to hear.

The lady looks as embarrassed as I feel, and her whole demeanour cracks
while she tries to deal with this new and appalling information. She wants
to feel sorry for us, but if she does that then she knows she has lost and
that is something she can't handle. She is always right and never admits
defeat, but this time it is dawning on her that she can't win this one.

"What the hell is all the racket about out here... oh hello son. I didn't
think I would ever see you again. Is that Manuel? Boy he has grown... Come
here Manuel and give your grandpa a hug, and then we will all go inside and
have a civilised conversation," Manuel's granddad says after hearing all
the yelling from inside the house, so deciding to come out and see what is
going on.

The man has never had as much of a problem with what his son had done as
his wife had, but she has always been the one to wear the pants, so what
she says, goes. This situation he can tell she has already lost, so he lets
his guard down and does what he has always wanted to do, and that is hug
his grandson. Manuel is a little hesitant at first, but he senses that the
man is no threat to him, so he openly runs up and hugs his new grandpa.

It is good seeing Manuel with one grandparent who cares about him, and
after the way the argument panned out, I sort of wonder whether we may also
get his grandma to see sense and accept him as well as her son into the
family. I'm not sure how well the lady is going to take their marriage
proposal though, because I think it may be more than she can handle right
now, but we will see.

Manuel and his granddad release each other from their hug so that we can
all go inside, but before we do that, the man wraps an arm around his son
who is still shaking from nerves and adrenalin, and he wraps his other arm
around his grandson and leads them both inside. The rest of us slowly
follow, with Callum, Pierre and I deciding straight away to follow the man
instead of staying outside with the lady any longer than we have to. Mum
also makes a quick escape following us, leaving the lady to her own
devices.

The interior as I expected is grand and beautiful, but I don't take the
time to appreciate it, because my head is in too much of a spin from the
events of earlier. We are led into a huge and spacious lounge, which has
ample seating for everyone, so we all take a seat. I find it hard sitting
beside Pierre and not being able to hug him, despite how much I need to,
but I don't know how Manuel's grandparents will react, well, mainly his
grandma.

François, Sarah and Manuel's grandma come in a little while after
everyone else, but what intrigues me is she has her arm around my sister
and they seem to be acting like long lost friends. François has taken up
the rear to ensure that nothing happens to Sarah, because he has become
very protective of her since we first met, almost like she is his own
daughter. I can see that he is no longer concerned for her, but he too
looks a little bemused with what has happened.

"Well, well, well, it looks like you have gained Joan's respect from the
way you stood up against her in defence of your family. You should be
proud, because you are the first person who has ever stood up to her and
managed to win an argument," Manuel's granddad says with a clear amount of
respect to my sister, because she has achieved something that even he has
never done.

"Well, I had a lot of practice fighting with Josh, my brother, because
despite everything he has been through he is rather stubborn and a lot
harder to get to cry than you would expect. I suppose I owe my arguing
skills to him in a lot of ways, but we will go into more detail about that
later," Sarah replies, giving me a little wink at the same time to show me
that she is proud of the way I used to be able to hold my own against her.

"Anyway, take a seat and let's all get introduced, and then I want to know
why the sudden intrusion," Manuel's grandpa says, not wanting to press too
early on about the issues surrounding our family, because he can tell
despite what has gone on in the past our family seems to be close knit now.

"My name is Fabien, and my wife is Joan. Jean son, why don't you introduce
us to everyone else, before we get to the true matter in hand," Manuel's
grandpa says.

"Ok dad, this is Margret and she is the reason we have come here this
evening. Her kids, Sarah who you already know will defend her family to the
hilt, but don't get me wrong, it hasn't always been like this. If we get
time I may fill you in on what they have been through, but some of it has
already been revealed. The older of the blonde haired boys is Josh..."

"Oh so you're Josh! Let me say I am truly sorry for the way you have been
treated, because no kid deserves anything like what you have been through,"
he says sympathetically, then comes over and gives me a big friendly hug,
which I was not prepared for, but I enjoy it thoroughly.

"It's ok, you don't need to feel sorry for me, because as strange as it
sounds a lot of good has come from it," I reply while giving a hug back. He
gives me a confused look because he can't understand how anything good
could have come from being beaten and raped.

"As I said dad, if I get time I will explain things properly, but to be
honest I don't know how to tackle that one, because I don't want to see
anyone else go through what mum and you put me through," Manuel's dad butts
in, after realising how confused his dad has become about what I said.

"I don't care how you take this, but me and Pierre are boyfriends, and the
two of us never would have met if we hadn't been through what we have," I
say, figuring it is better to come out now than later. I then wrap and arm
around Pierre and give him a peck on the cheek.

I now realise that no-one expected me to be quite so brazen about coming
out to them, because the room goes eerily quiet. The man flushes bright
red, because he had not expected that sort of response, and he had
definitely not expected me to be so bold in the way I announced
it. Strangely he doesn't seem to be too concerned about my announcement,
but it still hasn't helped him one little bit in understanding why getting
raped was a good thing for me. I'm not sure about Manuel's grandma and I
don't even want to look over there to see what she thinks about it.

"Well, let's move on shall we. As you already know the older of the brown
haired boys is Pierre, who the family have adopted for various reasons,
which I can't go into at the moment. Lastly the blonde haired boy beside
your grandson is Callum. He and Manuel have become the best of friends and
are soon to become brothers," Manuel's dad says, as he tries to take the
emphasis away from Pierre's and my relationship, back to the real matter at
hand.

"Brothers, what do you mean by... oh... does that mean you and Margret are
getting married?" Manuel's grandma asks, after being the first of them to
pick up on the big clue her son had dropped.

"Yes, that is why we came here, to tell you that we are getting married. If
you can get over our differences from the past, then you are more than
welcome to come to our wedding, which we are thinking of having over in
their home country, New Zealand, when we travel there next," Manuel's dad
explains.

"You expect us to what...? Just forgive you and travel all the way..."
Manuel's grandma starts to reply.

"Congratulations son, I'm happy for you both, and despite what your mother
says we will be thrilled to come to your wedding!" Manuel's granddad says,
cutting off his wife in the process.

"Thank you so much dad. Mum, is there any way you can get over what
happened in the past, at least for Manuel's sake, because none of this has
anything to do with him?" Manuel's dad asks.

"Huh... um... for Manuel I think I'm going to have to, because you are
right and I shouldn't hold it against him, but the two of us still have a
lot to work out," Manuel's grandma says, reluctantly but meaningfully.

"Right, I think it's time to get you boys to bed, because I might take you
all out on the boat tomorrow, so that the rest of the adults can sort
through some stuff. I really don't think you want to be here for that, and
honestly I don't either," Manuel's grandpa says, giving us all a cheeky
smile and a wink, which causes us all to giggle.

"Yes. I think you are right Fabien in what you just said, and I don't have
any problem with you taking them out on the boat. I'm the one with the
issues to sort out so you should disappear and have fun with the young
ones, because I know how much you have hated not being able to watch Manuel
grow up because of me. First let's get some beds made up for them, also
Pierre and Josh you will be sleeping in different beds..." Manuel's grandma
says upon the realisation of how much she has inflicted on her husband, who
never wanted to dissociate himself from his son and grandson.

"Pardon me for interrupting, sorry, my name is François. Somehow I got
forgotten about in the introductions, but I am also Pierre's uncle. I am
going to object to you making Pierre and Josh sleep in separate beds, for
their own health and wellbeing. This will all make sense later tonight, or
tomorrow when we explain to you properly about those two, but for now trust
me please," a slightly displaced François interrupts. He isn't mad about
being forgotten about, but he is a bit surprised that none of us picked up
on it; either way I'm happy he is again going to stick up for us.

"Yes, François is right in saying not to separate them," Sarah says to
reinforce François, because she is feeling a little ashamed of herself
for not picking up on the way we forgot to introduce him, but she also
knows the consequences of us being separated.

"Ok, I will allow them to stay in the same bed tonight, but there damn well
better be a good explanation for this, and I want to hear all about it once
the boys are in bed," Manuel's grandma demands.

Manuel's grandparents then get out of their seats, indicating to us to
follow suit and lead us through the house to the guest bedrooms. Again I
pay little attention to the place, because I am thinking too much about
what has just gone on. I am thrilled that François and Sarah won the
battle to allow Pierre and me to sleep in the same bed, because I don't
miss having those nightmares one little bit, and I'm confident that Pierre
doesn't miss his either.

We are taken upstairs and into a large guest bedroom, which already has a
queen sized bed and a single, made up in it. Seeing the two beds in the
room makes me wonder about how Manuel's grandma was planning on making
Pierre and I sleep in separate beds, but the answer comes pretty quickly
when they pull a small trundle bed out from under the single, and I notice
at the same time that there is another one under the queen.

While Manuel's grandpa pulls the trundle out, the grandma goes and gets
some bedding to put on it. I'm left a little confused when he also pulls
out the trundle bed from under the queen, because I thought they had agreed
to allow Pierre and I to sleep in the same bed, so I see no use for the
extra bed. Callum and Manuel already have a bed each, so with me and Pierre
taking up the queen then why do we need the extra one? I come to the
realisation that François is probably going to be sleeping in the room
with us, because it is the only logical answer I can come up with.

Manuel's grandma returns, while grandpa is still pulling out the second
trundle bed, with the bedding for the two beds and starts to dress the
first one. She expertly has the bedding on the bed quickly, and then makes
a start on the second one. This time she is helped by her husband to make
the bed, and with his help the job is done even quicker, not that I would
have believed that the bed could get made any faster, but they showed me
up.

"Right, now the beds are all made, so Manuel you get the single bed and
Callum you have the trundle bed. Pierre and Josh, since I have had my arm
twisted into allowing you to sleep in the same bed I will allow you to
sleep on the queen, although the other trundle bed is a double which you
both could easily fit on, I figure François won't need the extra bed
space," Manuel's grandma tells us. I can tell she isn't comfortable with
the idea of allowing us to sleep together, but she is trying her best not
to make a scene about it, well, at least not until she knows the details.

"First you are all going to need to go and collect your bags, put on your
pyjamas and brush your teeth, then you can give your parents a kiss and
cuddle, before going to bed," Manuel's grandpa says, before he and his wife
leave the room to go back to the other adults.

Once they have gone, we all head back downstairs and find our way back to
the front door and go outside to where we left our bags. Pierre and I
decide to take everyone else's bags in first before we get our own, so we
put them all just inside the front door. Once we have our bags, we all go
back upstairs to change; all the while I am hoping like hell that mum has
packed some PJs for me and Pierre, because neither of us has worn any in
ages.

We rifle all through our bags in search of PJs, and sure enough they are
there and right at the bottom. Both of us have made a huge mess in our
search for pyjamas, because we threw out all the clothes while we were
searching for them. So now there are clothes scattered all over the floor
of the room, which we spend a good deal of time cleaning up. Maybe next
time we will be a bit tidier while doing this, but that isn't too likely
because neither of us seem to think when we are in a rush.

The good thing is mum had packed both summer and winter pyjamas, because I
was also worried that she may not have thought to pack summer ones, as our
trip here was originally intended to be a lot shorter, so we weren't still
supposed to be here during summer. I grab my light blue and white striped
summer PJs and start to strip off, while Pierre picks out some plain lemon
yellow ones and does the same.

Manuel and Callum by this stage are both almost changed, with both of them
pulling the pyjama shorts up their legs to cover themselves up properly. I
am surprised to notice that Callum hasn't bothered to keep his undies on
underneath his PJ shorts; it is another sign of how much he has
changed. Manuel going undies-less doesn't surprise me in the slightest, but
I think he should have found some pyjama bottoms with longer legs to them.

"Manuel, I think you either need to put on some undies underneath, or find
some shorts with longer legs, because... um... your long dickie is hanging
out the bottom," I say as casually as I can, but he doesn't seem to
care. All the boy does is shrugs his shoulders, then tries to tuck his long
appendage into his shorts properly.

He struggles for a while trying to get his dick to stay in his shorts, but
fails each time, so I figure I had better help him because I know he isn't
going to change what he is wearing. I go over to him, and tentatively reach
down the front of his shorts, take hold of his long wiener, pull it up and
clamp it in place with the elastic waistband. While I am doing this he puts
up no resistance at all, because he trusts me that much he has no problems
with me touching his private parts.

"Now Manuel, you are going to have to try not to bounce around or anything,
because I don't know how well the band is going to hold it in place. I know
you don't want it to come loose and fall out your leg hole in front of your
grandma, because we are all trying to make a good impression for her, so
that she will accept you as part of the family," I tell him seriously, but
in a friendly and reassuring voice, because I don't want to stress him out.

"Yeah, I know you are right. I didn't think bout that, cos I haven't worn
undies in so long that I'm used to it and never thought bout people being
able to see it," he replies a little sheepishly. I don't need to say
anything more to him, because I know he won't do anything silly and
understands what we are all trying to achieve. He is excited about the
prospect of his grandma finally coming to terms with things and accepting
both him and his dad back into the family, because he wants to get to know
his real family just as much as he wants to be a part of ours.

Now that I have Manuel sorted, I start to get dressed myself. I don't want
to because I am used to sleeping naked, but like Manuel I have to make some
sacrifices while we are here. I know Pierre doesn't want me to put PJs on
either, because he is still standing there naked ogling my body, and I have
to say it is difficult not to admire his at the same time.

If we were anywhere else then I probably would take my time to admire his
sexy smooth body, but I'm a little worried about Manuel's grandma coming up
to check on us. So I reluctantly start to pull on my pyjamas, starting with
the bottoms, hoping it will snap Pierre back to reality so he will start to
dress as well. I hear him sigh after I have pulled my shorts up high enough
to cover my package, but he still hasn't started to dress himself yet.

He waits until I have my top on and have most of the buttons done up on it,
before he starts to put on his pyjamas. Unlike me he starts with his top,
because he wants me to enjoy my favourite sight as long as possible, but to
be honest I prefer to get lost in his eyes than ogle his package
nowadays. I love his sleek beautiful hairless body, don't get me wrong, but
it is his personality and soul which I love most of all, and they are best
seen while staring into his sparkling hazel eyes.

Pierre has noticed this more and more recently, but still wants to allow me
to admire all of him as much as he can. He still has that childish
inquisitiveness about him, since he is still as fascinated by my naked
body, as much as he is by my eyes. I know he loves getting lost in my eyes
too, but he gets just as much enjoyment through seeing me naked. I suppose
it is another sign of how much I have aged because of everything I have
been through.

I take the time to admire his gorgeous body, but he makes it hard not to
with the way he has to put on a little show for me, as well as Callum and
Manuel who giggle at him. I find it hard to take my eyes off him, although
I sort of wish he would hurry up and change so we can get into bed, where I
can enjoy him more, but he isn't in a rush. He eventually finishes
buttoning up his top and slips his shorts on, but he has to make sure that
he wedgies himself so his prick hangs out the bottom, before readjusting
them so that everything is fully hidden again.

Now that he has finished with his show, we can go do the rest of the stuff
we have to, which means we have to search our bags again for our
toiletries, because we hadn't thought to pull them out at the same time as
we got our PJs. Surprisingly Callum and Manuel are onto it and pulled
theirs out whilst getting their nightwear, so they head out in search of
the bathroom, while we dig through the contents of our bags again.

We eventually find our toiletries bags, which happened to be right at the
bottom. Good old Murphy's Law. Once we have pulled them out, we also set
off in search of the bathroom, but Pierre notices before we leave the room,
that there is a door off one of the side walls in the room, so we decide to
see what's through the door, figuring it is likely to be an ensuite.

It was a good thing Pierre noticed it too, because it is an ensuite so it
makes searching the house for a bathroom needless. We both decide to empty
our bladders before washing our hands and brushing our teeth, so we head
side by side to the toilet, fishing our dicks out the fly hole in our PJ
bottoms in the process. Once we reach the toilet, I lift the lid and toilet
seat, and we both let rip.

We don't muck around while taking our leak, because we are in someone's
house so we don't want to make a mess. On top of that we have left the
bathroom door wide open, so we don't want to arouse any unwanted attention
by giggling like little kids through playing around with our pee. As it is
Callum and Manuel stick their heads in the room once they have come back,
to see what is in here.

They both look a little nonplussed for not having noticed the room off to
the side of the bedroom, but even more embarrassed because neither of them
had thought to use the toilet, despite now feeling the need to go. Without
thinking twice about it, the two boys stand on either side of Pierre and
me, and fish out their dickies so that they can pee at the same time.

It is a bit of a squeeze having all four of us boys trying to use the
toilet at the same time, but we manage it through necessity more than
anything, because it doesn't take Callum and Manuel long to both have their
dicks in their fingers and are peeing along with us. I feel my pee starting
to taper off, so in order to ensure I don't dribble on the floor I push my
hips forward to ensure it all gets into the toilet. It is difficult due to
the tight fit but I manage to do it without pushing anyone else out.

The problems start to arise while I am shaking the remaining drops out,
because Pierre's flow has also started to taper off as well as
Callum's. They are both trying to thrust their hips towards the toilet to
avoid any dribbles landing on the floor, but with me already there the room
is very limited. I rush to shake off the remaining drops, so that I can
squeeze my way back out and allow them to get closer, but that in itself is
difficult.

I manage to get out, and the other three finish peeing without
incident. Manuel is the last one to finish by a long way and ensures he
tucks his pecker into the waistband of his PJ bottoms like I had done for
him. He has the least trouble out of the lot of us, but it is still amazing
that all four of us managed to use the toilet at the same time without any
puddle getting created on the floor. Well, it is surprising enough that
none of us peed on the floor, because all four of us are bad for it, but I
think a lot of males have bad aim when it comes down to it, so we are not
alone in that respect.

We all take turns washing our hands, before Callum and Manuel leave the
bathroom to enable Pierre and me to brush our teeth. We make sure we do a
thorough job, because I am half expecting one of Manuel's grandparents to
check how well we have done it. It has been a long time since I have been
told to brush my teeth, but the last time mum made sure to check them to
make sure I did a good job, so I'm expecting it again now.

Pierre and I put away our toiletries bag, before we all wander back
downstairs to say goodnight to the adults. It seems strange having a
regimented bedtime schedule again, because it has been so long since I have
had one that it feels odd, almost like being treated like a little kid
again, but I'm not concerned and I sort of like it for that reason. We
arrive back at the lounge, and unsurprisingly all conversation stops dead
once we get there, because the adults are talking about us, and for reasons
unknown to us they don't want us to overhear them.

I can pretty much guess what they are talking about, because there isn't
too much that they won't want us to hear. I know they won't be discussing
my rape, because the younger two already know about it, even if they don't
know what it actually means. The other reason I know they won't be talking
about it, is because it is the sort of thing that I don't expect them to go
into any detail about, which would be the only thing that they wouldn't
want Manuel and Callum to hear.

My guess is they are talking about Pierre and what happened to his parents,
mainly his dad because that is the part which he still can't remember. The
looks on Manuel's grandparents' faces are a lot different to how they were
before. They both have sympathetic looks mixed in with admiration, which
makes me wonder how much they have been told already. When I think back to
the day when we first met Manuel and his dad, I realise how much can be
told in a short space of time, because Sarah had pretty much explained to
Manuel's dad everything by the time I had finished giving the boy a shower.

"I take it you boys are ready for bed, so why don't you go around everyone
and say your goodnights then," Manuel's grandpa says, whilst making sure to
make it clear that he wants us to go around everyone, including him and his
wife, but mainly him.

I'm not sure why he is so eager to have all of us say goodnight to him,
because we aren't related. I expected him to look forward to getting to
give his grandson a kiss and cuddle goodnight for the first time, but I
never thought he would care too much about the rest of us. I shake the
thought from my head, as we all go around in a circle, strangely starting
with our sister and ending with Manuel's grandpa.

I am last in the line, but I have to say it feels weird giving my sister a
kiss and cuddle goodnight, but only because the last time we did this my
sister was part of the line. I have no hesitation in kissing her, because I
owe her so much and love her to bits for everything she has done for Pierre
and me, but the routine of it feels strange and I don't think I would ever
get used to it, because she is my sister so I don't see her as an adult,
just as my sister.

Next in line is François, who I give a big kiss and cuddle. It feels
more natural doing this with him than it did with my sister, because I see
him as an uncle, well, more an adult relation. Then come mum and Manuel's
dad; it feels so good to give them both a kiss and cuddle, because I feel
like I have proper parents again, who love me to death. They show it in the
way they give each of us a kiss and cuddle back, which makes all of us feel
much happier.

Next is the one I'm not sure what to expect from, Manuel's grandma. She is
a little hesitant hugging Callum and Manuel, her grandson, which doesn't
bode well for Pierre and I. I don't think she has fully accepted Manuel as
her grandson yet, but I can tell she is trying her hardest to, and Callum
at this stage means nothing to her, except as a potential grandchild, but
due to him and me not being blood I don't think we will ever truly be
accepted by her.

I get a huge surprise though when it is Pierre's turn and the lady pulls
him into her and gives him a huge kiss and cuddle, almost like she feels
for him and wants to protect him for the rest of her life. I was not
prepared for that, but I am glad to see it because it shows that she does
have a heart. I also start to think that Callum's story hasn't been told to
her yet, which is why she never treated him the same. I feel sorry for
Manuel upon thinking about that, because it means she is treating us better
than her own blood grandson, but hopefully everyone can change her
perception of Manuel and make her love him as much as he deserves to be.

The huge long hug Pierre is getting helps to keep the line in some sort of
order, because if she hadn't then we would all likely be lined up waiting
on Manuel's grandpa, who is still hugging his grandson. Before he finally
lets him go, I see him whisper something into the boy's ear, which gets my
curiosity up. Maybe I am nosey, I don't know, but seeing Manuel have
something whispered to him makes me want to know what he has been told, and
my curiosity eats away at me even further when I notice Callum go through
the same routine.

Manuel's grandma finally releases Pierre from her hug, so that he can wait
for Manuel's grandpa to finish with Callum. It also means it is time for me
to see what sort of response I get from the lady, which I'm unsure about. I
approach her a little cautiously, which really isn't warranted because I
get the same treatment that Pierre did. I feel a little guilty getting such
a loving and sympathetic hug from her, because I feel she should be showing
her own grandson the same respect.

Like with Pierre, her hug last ages, and by the time she has released me
Pierre is now in Manuel's grandpa's embrace. My curiosity has started
again, as I wait there and wonder if Pierre will also get a private message
whispered to him from the man. It takes a while to find out because the man
gives him a long hug while also stroking his back tenderly. I can't believe
how quickly the man has accepted us all as part of the family, especially
after the introduction we got when we first turned up.

The man does give Pierre his own little message, but unlike with Manuel and
Callum, I can see him being a lot more cautious about what he is saying,
almost like he is trying not to bring something up. I quickly realise that
they have already been told about the yachting incident which took the life
of his father, and that is what he trying to avoid mentioning. Other than
that I have no idea what is being said, but the man is genuine and caring
with what he is saying.

Once he has finished telling Pierre whatever it is he is saying, he
releases him, meaning it is my turn. The man looks so welcoming that I
almost jump straight into his arms, because I am so eager to feel his
love. I have never had a chance to get to know my own grandfathers at all,
due to my grandmother from dad's, side who has always hated us kids, so she
made sure we never saw them. Mum's side of the family I have never had a
chance to meet because they had died before I was born, so this is a new
experience for me even though he isn't a true grandparent to me.

He is such a loving and caring person, and it feels so good to be in his
arms. I hope he can feel how much I appreciate the love he is showing me as
well, because I can't believe how accepting he has been to our family, and
desperately want to show how grateful I am for it. I think he knows it,
because for some strange reason I can sense how he is feeling too, almost
like I have known him forever. It doesn't seem like we have been hugging
for long, when I get my kiss signalling that our hug has nearly come to an
end.

"You are a very special boy. I haven't heard too much of your story yet,
but what I have heard about you shows how wonderful you are, and I can tell
this by how much the other boys look up to you. Yes, it is that obvious,
they really do idolise you, and I can tell how special Pierre is to you. I
am happy for you, and look forward to hearing more about what you have
done," he whispers, making me gush with pride and gratification, knowing he
thinks so much of me and yet he has hardly met me.

He then releases me which I feel disappointed about, because I loved being
in a hug with the man, but realise that he has spent equal time with all of
us so I don't dwell on it too much. I let him go, and we all say one final
goodnight, before heading upstairs to bed. Once upstairs and in the safety
of our bedroom, the first thing Manuel does is release the grip the elastic
waistband has on his prick, so that it can hang freely again. We all try
not to giggle at him when we hear him sigh in relief and satisfaction after
he does this, because it had been very uncomfortable for him having it
secured like that.

Now that he is comfortable again he climbs into bed, hoping that Callum
will join him like usual, but Callum has more sense than that and realises
that he had better sleep in his own bed tonight. He doesn't want to that is
clear, but he also doesn't want to get into any trouble with Manuel's
grandma. Manuel realises this, but is equally disappointed not having his
best friend in his bed with him, although he also realises that he is going
to have to get used to it, because once we are all living together he will
have his own bed again.

Pierre and I crawl under the lightweight summer sheets on the queen sized
bed and snuggle into each other. It feels so odd and wrong having clothes
on while in bed, because aside from the stay in hospital we haven't worn
sleepwear in ages. We know we will have to put up with it for tonight, but
hopefully everything will be back to normal by tomorrow night. I give
Pierre a tender loving kiss on the lips, before I cuddle up to him as close
as possible and we both drift off to sleep.

My sleep starts like normal, just a lovely pleasant dream about Pierre, but
the longer I sleep the hotter the dream seems to get. The odd thing is the
hotter the dream becomes the more pleasurable it becomes as well. It is
starting to get so fiery and pleasurable that I almost feel like I'm going
to explode. The intense sensations seem to stem from my crotch, which feels
like it is on the verge of a major eruption.

"Wake up Josh, wake up, you're about to have a wet dream," Pierre says
softly, while shaking me as hard as he can. I had inadvertently woken him
up by the way I was humping him in my sleep, but he at least had the
presence of mind to wake me before I came, instead of trying to do
something about it. What is impressive is he thought this logically despite
being half asleep still.

It doesn't take me long to awaken, but I can still feel my impending orgasm
threatening to erupt. The fabric of my PJs is holding me right on the edge,
but the longer I stay still the more it settles. Pierre notices that I have
settled down enough that he can do something about preventing me from
cumming when I fall asleep again. The biggest indication that I have
settled down is that fact that my breathing has calmed down, but is
laboured enough to let him know that I'm still not far off.

Now that I am far enough off my climax for him to touch me, he pulls the
covers down, scoots down the bed so he has easy access to my crotch, and
then tenderly fishes my rock hard pecker from my pyjama bottoms. I am still
half asleep so can't stop him from doing anything because my reactions are
far too slow, but what surprises me is how quickly and loudly I gasp when
he takes hold of my prick as I had expected that to be a delayed reaction
too.

I gasp loudly again when Pierre gives my throbbing member a couple of tugs
and rubs my sensitive knob to try and bring me close to my climax as
quickly as possible. He doesn't want to spend too long taking care of my
problem, because he has no idea what time it is, or whether any of the
adults will come in to check on us, which would be the worst thing. We
don't even want to think about the possible result if Manuel's grandma came
in a caught Pierre playing with my rock hard dick, because we know it will
be bad.

I can feel my impending climax building up again, and Pierre knows this
too, especially given the way I am writhing around and sweating
profusely. My heart feels like it is trying to smash its way out of my
chest and run away, because it is beating so hard and fast and is hampering
my breathing. I know I'm not far from erupting my sticky watery cum all
over the place, so I am glad when I feel my hard twitching pecker get
encased in Pierre's warm moist mouth.

In an effort to get me off as quickly as he can, Pierre's sucks and licks
frantically on my sensitive glans, while he jacks me off at the same time
by stroking the base of my rigid member. I have to say it works well,
because I can feel my climax approaching rapidly as a result. I can already
feel my body tensing, and my balls starting to contract, while they prepare
to shoot their contents out into Pierre's mouth.

Then without any more warning it hits. Pierre has the presence of mind to
cover my mouth moments before I erupt, because he is well aware of how much
noise I have the potential to make. The last thing I remember is trying to
thrust my prick into his mouth as far as it will go, before it tenses as an
explosion of sheer pleasure rips through my body causing me to quiver
viciously in ecstasy. My prick swells up before it erupts, blasting the
first couple of jets of my nectar down into Pierre's throat, before the
rest of my smallish sample spews out and dribbles down the shaft of my dick
and onto his eagerly awaiting tongue.

Then almost as quickly as it happened, it calms down again and my body
comes crashing back down onto the mattress and my hard twitching prick
slips from Pierre's mouth. Instinctively I gasp and pant for air, trying to
refill my lungs after having held my breath during my climax. My body is
still quivering off and on from the pleasurable feelings which are still
flowing through me from the intense orgasm I had.

Although my body is enjoying the after effects of the orgasm, I am sound
asleep so unable to enjoy them properly. I'm not sure how much longer
Pierre was awake for, but I have a feeling he crashed not long after
tidying me up again. The rest of the night we both get our usual blissful
sleep, and don't awaken again until the morning.

We both wake up at the same time relatively early the next morning, and by
that I mean before anyone else, but the sun has already beaten us and is
shining its warm orange glow in through the bedroom window. Even though our
sleep was broken, due to my near accident, we are both feeling thoroughly
refreshed and full of energy. For the moment we are willing to ignore our
pent up energy and enjoying cuddling together in bed for a while longer.

The first we hear of anyone else being awake, is when we both notice a
rustling noise coming from the floor. The odd thing is that it sounds too
close to our bed to be coming from Callum, so neither of us can figure it
out until we see François's head appearing beside our bed. We had both
totally forgotten about the second trundle bed having been made up; even
though we both presumed it would be for François, neither of us clicked
onto it until now.

"Ahh, good morning you two, why am I not surprised to see you awake? Also,
thank you for making sure you were quiet last night, because I'm not sure
that Manuel's grandparents would have been happy to hear what you were up
to, despite the fact I know you have to sort out some things in order to
avoid an even more embarrassing situation," he says, giving us a friendly
smile and a wink to make sure we know he is alright with it.

We are both surprised as hell that he knew what we had been up to, mainly
because neither of us knew he was in the room at the time. Hearing him tell
us that has made me even more glad that Pierre had the presence of mind
last night to cover my mouth, because I know that the intensity of my
climax would have had me almost screaming if I had been able to. Knowing
that he heard what we were up to doesn't bother either of us in the
slightest, because he is fully aware of the problems I had been having, so
knows the need for us to take care of it, especially seeing as we don't
want to soil the sheets here.

François then grabs his bag and disappears into the ensuite to shower
and get changed, leaving Pierre and I alone to continue cuddling in
privacy. Well, it will be until the other two awaken and then I think we
will be in for it, because I can see them being so full of energy and
excitement that they will want to start playing straight away. I am going
to make sure I enjoy the peace and quiet until then and I know Pierre is
thinking the same thing.

François finishes up in the bathroom and heads downstairs, before either
of the youngsters has started to stir. I had forgotten about how tired they
had got yesterday after their play at the park, which they were unable to
recuperate from due to the busy schedule we ended up having. We were all up
quite late last night too, without even realising it, but by the time we
got to bed it was close on eleven thirty, so that in itself would have the
two tuckered out well and truly.

With François gone I am half tempted to have a shower and head
downstairs before the other two awaken, but I am enjoying the quiet time
with Pierre as well. It is one of those decisions I hate having to make,
because I know what I should do, but it is never what I want to do. In the
end we decide to do the right thing, because at the end of the day we are
still spending intimate time together, but we also reduce the risk of
getting ambushed when the boys awaken. So we both get out of bed and grab
some clothes, before heading into the ensuite bathroom.

I am glad to see a set of shelving in the corner of the room with towels on
it, because we had both forgotten to think about grabbing a towel before we
came in, so at least we don't have to go off in search of some. We both
pull a towel off the shelves and hang it up on the towel rack next to the
shower, before I set the shower running. It doesn't take long to set the
temperature, but Pierre is still quicker in stripping off.

He is looking totally gorgeous standing there completely naked, with his
short hair a real mess from just having got out of bed. It is good seeing
his hair looking full and healthy again, with no visible indication of the
brain surgery he had to be seen. I can see his hazel eyes twinkling in the
light, and his reddish brown lips looking luscious and happy. He is a sight
to behold no matter what he is wearing, but I'm one of the lucky few who
have been able to enjoy his full beauty. Well, that would have been true if
he used not to be a nudist, but that doesn't matter because I can enjoy him
all to myself whenever I want now.

"Hey, hey, hey, no fair, I should get to see you too, especially after
helping you out last night," he says cheekily, snapping me back into
reality.

He is right and I know I don't need to tell him that. Instead I proceed to
start stripping myself, as slowly and seductively as I can. I start off
teasingly undoing the buttons on my top, before doing a little dance while
I remove it. He is enjoying the show so much that his pecker has already
risen to attention, despite me not even getting to the stage of removing my
shorts yet.

I decide to continue teasing him a bit longer, and put my left foot up on
the toilet, and slowly run my hands along the length of my leg, ensuring to
pull the leg of my shorts up just enough for him to get the slightest peek
of my package. I can tell how much my little show is turning him on by the
way his dick has started to twitch around, which has me wondering whether I
could get him off by doing this. I opt against that idea knowing he now
squirts, and the amount of time we could end up being in here might arouse
some attention.

I remove my leg from the toilet and start to slowly slide my shorts down. I
pull them down to where the v is formed at the top of my public mound,
before I slide them back up again. I tease him like this a couple of times,
before I finally slide them down far enough for him to see the base of my
dick. I then loiter there for a little bit, before slowly sliding them
further down and exposing more and more of my package to him.

My striptease is getting him really worked up and his rock hard prick is
twitching around like crazy. His breathing has also become laboured, as I
am slowly working him up to the point of climax, without doing much at
all. Sweat has started to pour from his forehead and run like little rivers
down his face, but he can't take his eyes away from the show I am putting
on.

I can't resist in drawing out my show a little bit longer, so I teasingly
slide my shorts back up to my hips, before seductively pulling them down
again. While I slowly expose my dick to him again, which I have to say I'm
surprised is still flaccid, Pierre seems to get to the point of
bursting. He is so close that I'm surprised he hasn't just reached down and
finished himself off, but in the end there is no need to, because the tip
of my pecker suddenly bursts free from the confines of the shorts, and it
all becomes too much.

Pierre gasps, as his body suddenly shakes violently, before his prick
swells up and blasts out of glob of his nectar which arcs high in the air
before coming back down and landing a foot in front of where I am
standing. He reacts pretty quickly in covering his prick in order to catch
the remaining cum which spews out of it, but the contact makes things worse
initially, as I see his body quiver again from the contact, causing him to
spew out a little bit more of his cum.

It is the strangest thing to watch because I haven't seen it before,
although I know Pierre has seen me have a hands free orgasm. I never
expected it to happen, well not without a little bit of contact. I can't
believe I accomplished giving him a hands free orgasm just from a
striptease, but I am glad I did, because I like to give him pleasure and I
know he would never have let me touch him since we are at Manuel's
grandparent's house.

The good thing about making him climax without touching him is it doesn't
seem to be as intense as it would have been, so he isn't too drained of
energy as a result of it. He is a little unsteady on his feet, but at least
he is still standing. Once he has recovered enough to notice this, he does
the wise thing and gets straight into the shower, so that he can wash up
all the cum he has caught in his hands.

Now that he is in the shower, I figure I had better finish stripping off
and clean up after him as well. I grab a face cloth off the shelf and take
it over to the shower and wet it, before cleaning up the cum which has
ended up on the floor, then rinse it off again and hop in with him.

We take a quick shower, because we realise we wasted a lot of time due to
my little striptease, but we clean ourselves thoroughly. It is strange not
having an able-bodied Pierre scrub me clean, but we again play it safe in
case of an unexpected intrusion, and clean ourselves. I think Pierre is
happy with this arrangement, because despite not having had a climax from
physical contact, for some reason his glans is as sensitive as it would
have been if he did.

We finish up in the shower in a short time and Pierre gets out first. I
shut off the shower, then I join him and we both dry off, and start to get
dressed. We have both gone for more formal clothing today, having felt like
we were underdressed while we have been here. We have both opted for plain
black knee length shorts, while I have gone for a white collared dress
shirt which has blue stripes running down it. Pierre has gone for a smart
looking dark blue polo shirt.

He looks smart with the way he is dressed, and I think we both look more
like we should given we are in the house of rich people. Happy with how we
look and are dressed; we leave the bathroom so that we can put on some
shoes and socks. I'm a little surprised upon entering the bedroom to notice
the absence of Callum and Manuel, but we get our answer pretty quickly
where they have gone.

"It's about time you two finished in the shower, hurry up and grab a towel
and meet us downstairs. We have a boat ride to go on remember!" Manuel's
grandpa says enthusiastically. The surprising thing is that he doesn't seem
to care about the length of our shower in the slightest, but I'm not going
to complain just as long as he doesn't know what we were up to.

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