Date: Sun, 29 Dec 2013 11:07:05 +1300 From: bob charles Subject: Washed Up (Gay / Young friends) chapter 25 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 25: I give her a tight loving hug, well, it feels tight but my arms are so dead that I don't think my hug is tight at all. It doesn't bother mum though, as she hugs me back. We hug for a while, before she realises just how weak I am, so decides it is time to get me to bed. I am disappointed when she stops hugging me, because without Pierre it is the most loved I have felt in a while, but then again I know I'm about to see him again, so I don't really know what I was disappointed about. Mum wraps one of my arms around her shoulder and Sarah does the same with the other, before they hoist me up to a standing position. It is now I see I had been lying on one of the couches in the lounge while they argued about what was the best thing to do about me, but I am glad to see I have no blood on it because I would have felt that to be disrespectful, despite not having any control over it. Everyone says their goodnight, and Callum and Manuel both give me a huge hug, before mum and Sarah carry me out to the bedroom Pierre is sleeping in. Upon entering the room and seeing my beautiful angel lying naked on the bed, I'm a little concerned because he literally looks dead to the world. If he is breathing it is not noticeable and he is lying completely still, but I'm sure he is fine, and can't wait to get into bed with him. Mum and Sarah carry me to the bed and lie me down beside my lover, and almost instantly he seems to come to life, as he rolls over and wraps an arm around me. It feels so wonderful and makes me feel complete again, so I wrap an arm around him. Mum and Sarah do a quick job of cleaning the blood off me, before I drift off into slumberland with my lover. ************ I slowly woke the next morning to the sun streaming in the window, because for some strange reason the curtains were left open. While my eyes adjusted to the surroundings, I started to notice something odd. This wasn't the same room that I had fallen asleep in last night. I could tell by the wonderful electric feelings coursing through my body that Pierre is still with me. I feel a lot better this morning, especially compared to how I was yesterday. My head feels a lot clearer and seems to be functioning properly again, which is a huge relief. All the other symptoms I had been suffering from have also completely disappeared, meaning I feel refreshed and ready to start another day. My arm is still draped around Pierre, which is why the magical feelings are as strong as they are. I realised that we must have been taken somewhere last night while we were sleeping, so to still be holding my love is great. I don't know how we manage it, but every time we have been shifted while sleeping, we wake the next morning still in contact with each other. It amazes me a lot because I used to toss and turn chronically in my sleep, when I got some that is. With him in my life I'm not only sleeping better, but not moving around in my sleep anywhere near as much, making for a peaceful and relaxing night's slumber. The electric sensations increase in intensity when Pierre starts to stir beside me. It is only a very subtle movement to begin with, but my body senses it like it was a monumental step. I gaze over him lovingly, while I intently watch him awaken. His eyes start to flutter, meaning he is moments away from opening them so I can get lost in his hypnotising hazel green eyes. Whist staring longingly at his closed eyelids I notice him lick his lips subconsciously, which gives them a nice gleam making me want to plant mine against them and tenderly kiss him. I decide not to do it, because I want to ensure he is fine and dandy after the events of yesterday. I'm almost certain he is by the way I'm feeling, but I have to make completely sure before I do anything else with him. He stretches out his body at the same moment his eyes snap open, and tries to makes sense of the surrounding world. They are so beautiful I get lost in them instantly. I can tell he is still trying to get them to focus, but it's no bother to me so long as I can gaze into them. A look of confusion comes over them as he notices the same thing I had when I woke, and that is that we aren't in the same room we were last night. It is quickly forgotten about when he sees me gazing at him, and he gets lost in my eyes as well. He is perfectly fine, with no hangover from yesterday's mishap which pleases me, so I do the other thing I wanted to do while he woke, and kissed him tenderly and lovingly. "What the hell are you doing? I come to check up on you and find you kissing. Well I'm not going to stand for this," a woman's voice snarls, causing us to break off the kiss in fright and turn to see what is going on. The voice is mum's which surprises me, because she sounds pissed off at seeing us kiss. Her face looks scary and menacing, almost like it did way back before she finally accepted our relationship, which has left the two of us utterly confused. I can't get my head around her sudden change in attitude, while I'm still trying to work out where we are too. "What's up with you, and where are we?" I ask tentatively, because I don't want to inflame the situation any more. Mum's whole expression changes in an instant to confused and concerned, which leaves me more puzzled. "At home in Taupo Bay, where else would we be?" she replies, showing her obvious confusion about my question. I can't understand it. Why did she say that like I should know, because we moved from there ages ago. Surely we couldn't have been out for so long that mum has managed to buy a house at Taupo Bay again. If I was confused before then I'm totally bamboozled now. "Huh... but... but weren't we at Manuel's grandparents' house in Marseille?" I ask, receiving a blank look in return. "What... who is Manuel, and where is Marseille? Have you been taking drugs or something, because you haven't left here?" mum asks, leaving my mind in disarray, because surely I couldn't have dreamt everything that has happened. Pierre is in the same state of mind too, because if it was a dream then he had exactly the same one as I did. "But, but, but... Pierre got taken... then dad got out of jail, so we had to move... we picked up Sarah on the way... she convinced you that Pierre is good for me, so we went to France to get him... we met Manuel and his dad... who you were going to marry... it can't have been a dream, it can't be," I cry, unable to believe that it was all a strange dream. I'm not sure what is real and what isn't now, because I have lost all sense of reality. Pierre hugs me tightly as he is unsure what to think any more and needs my comfort. "Oh shit... I didn't mean to upset you, but I didn't think you would believe me. I only meant to see whether you were suffering from your concussion by checking how alert you were and how good your memory was," mum says sheepishly, realising she had taken the joke a little too far. Seeing Pierre and me hugging each other while we cry from the confusion, has made her feel extremely guilty, but she never thought we would buy into it as much as we did. She comes over to us and gives us an apologetic hug. I feel like I should be pissed off and snap at her for getting us this way, but I don't feel the need to as it wouldn't accomplish anything. I am more relieved to find out she was joking around than anything, but also a little surprised at myself for not losing the plot like I used to. If mum had done this to me before Pierre I would have bitten her head off, then spat it out and jumped on it, but I didn't feel any urge to react that way in the slightest. "So where are we then?" I ask, once I've composed myself again. "We are back in the hotel in Avignon. François is also here, but we decided to leave the rest behind with Manuel's grandparents because the rest of our time here doesn't involve them so much. We will be meeting up with them at the airport in a couple of days, providing you show no more symptoms of concussion, otherwise we will have to go to the doctors," she replies, deciding she should also make us aware of where the others were, before we noticed them missing. "How did you manage that...? If I know Callum he would have put up a big fight about being separated from us," I ask, a little surprised that mum managed to get away without my little brother. "He was a bit of a handful to start with, and Manuel was too, but his grandpa managed to get them to see sense by telling them some fun things he would do with them," she answers. I figure that Manuel's grandpa must have had some pretty exciting things for them to do, if Callum gave up that easily, which makes me a little jealous because we will be missing out on them. "So what are we going to do then?" I ask, although I had the feeling we were in for a boring time, I still wanted to know. "Well, our time here is mainly because of Pierre," she replies. Pierre's ears prick up because it is the first time he has been mentioned in a while, and is intrigued to know what is in store for him. "Today will be boring for both of you unfortunately, but there is no way around it. Pierre is going to have to sign a whole lot of paperwork, along with me as his guardian. The biggest bonus is Pierre will be pretty rich by the end of the day, because he will be getting a pay-out from his dad's insurance. According to François, his dad had a big life insurance policy. Tomorrow we will try to have a bit more fun, but we have one important thing we have to do, which I'm going to keep secret for the moment," she explains, getting a groan from the two of us. Pierre isn't interested in the money enough to want to go through all the paperwork in order to get it, not that I blame him because I have enough to keep us living comfortably together for the rest of our lives, thanks to the pay-out from the justice department. Truth be told neither of us are worried about the money side of things, since we would both trade-in all the money we have, if it meant that we were together. Being with one another is far more important than money, because we both know you can't buy happiness, especially since we are happier together than anything else in this vast world would ever make us. Mum leaves us, so we can get cleaned up and dressed for the day. It must be relatively late in the morning by now, especially if mum was in to greet us. She doesn't normally do that unless I have overslept, or if we have something to do urgently, but it doesn't sound like she is too much of a rush to go, so I figure it must be the other reason. The horrible trick she played on us though, still has us a little on edge. My mind is still spinning, trying to work out if we are indeed in reality, or if we dreamt everything that happened this morning. To be honest, everything around me looks fake now, almost dream-like, because I'm not sure what is real and what isn't. Mum has done a good job at screwing with my mind and I'm unsure what else to expect from the day. It takes the first drop of water to hit me after we have climbed into the shower, to finally decide that I am awake and all this is real. The water is beautifully warm and has the usual relaxing qualities to it, which I'm relieved about because it really did bring my mind back to earth. I know mum was only trying to check my wellbeing, but that was still a cruel and horrible trick to play on us. The worst thing about it is that I still can't believe I fell for it. There were far too many potential loopholes in her story for it to be believable, yet I didn't spot any of them. I fell for her joke and took the hook, line and sinker with me, which has left me feeling a bit dumb and foolish for believing her. The shower quickly gets to work and cleanses me of the way I am feeling. I can feel the foolishness and dumbness seeping out of me, then getting washed away by the water and tumbling down into the murky depths of the sewers below, where it belongs. The stress and disbelief caused by mum's joke follows close behind, which leaves me feeling chilled and laid back. With all the other feelings and emotions gone, my body can fully concentrate on the magical sensations Pierre gives me and it is wonderful, making me feel happy and carefree all over again. He feels so great having snuggled up with me, but best of all is I can feel that the shower has had the same effect on him as it did to me. His muscles feel totally relaxed, as all the tension mum had brought on has melted away and disappeared in oblivion. We both enjoy the warm relaxing qualities of the shower, along with the feelings generated while we snuggle up close for a bit longer, then shut off the shower and get out to dry ourselves. Once dry, we wander back through to the bedroom and get dressed. Having been given the plans for the day we both opt to wear formal wear, because it felt like the sort of day which required us to look our best. I mean we were going to have to deal with insurance companies and other places like that, while Pierre amasses a fortune he didn't know he had until this morning. We both have put on smart looking black dress pants, and collared shirts. I chose a white one with blues stripes running down it, while Pierre has one which is blue with lots of small darker blue squares running along it in lines. Wisely we both opted for short sleeved shirts due to the warm weather we were expecting. We finished dressing by putting on some polished black dress shoes and white socks. Now that we were dressed and ready to go, we went out into the hallway. This was the same hotel we had been staying in before our excursion to Marseille, but we are now staying in a different room. Well, I think it is a different room, but I didn't pay enough attention to it when we were staying here before so I don't remember what it looked like. No-one else is waiting in the hallway, so we are a bit uncertain what to do because we don't know which rooms mum or François are in. I am starting to regret not having paid enough attention when we were here last, as if I had we could have knocked on their doors to let them know we are ready. Now all we can do is stand out here waiting like two numbskulls, because we don't want to risk annoying someone else by trying to get mum's and François's attention. We decide to hang around out here, as opposed to going back to our room, because we have no idea how long mum and François are going to be. With how busy the day sounds like it is going to be, I doubt they will take too long, but who knows for sure? This is mum we are talking about and it is hard to know how urgent she is at times. This is one of those times where she seems to be acting the opposite way to how I think she should. It takes a good quarter/half an hour before she finally comes out of her room, and by that stage François has already joined us. He seems less than impressed with how long mum is taking as well, but we all bite our tongues when she finally comes out, because we don't want an argument to spoil things. With mum now with us, it was time to leave and do everything we had to, despite none of us really wanting to. It was one of those things which we knew was worth it in the long run, but we had to endure a boring day for it to happen. To be honest, neither Pierre nor I have any idea what we will do with our amassed fortunes, because we know we could live comfortably on just my money, let alone his, however much he gets. I know there are things I would like to do with my money, but I still haven't come up with a good plan for it. Ideally I would like to help out victims of rape, but I don't want to just donate to charity because that is money I would never see again. I want something which can earn money, as well as help out rape victims, especially kids. I know what I have been through because of my rape, so I figure there must be a lot of people out there who are still suffering from it, and I want to help them like I have been helped. Sort of a pay it forward scenario, because we don't have to pay for the work Alice did, so I feel I should pay for it by helping someone else out, or lots of people if I can. I just need to work out how I am going to do it, and should discuss my idea with Pierre, because I'm sure he can help me come up with something. I decide to have a conversation with him tonight about it, then figure that mum and François may be able to help as well, so I should involve them too. We left the hotel and got into the van, which I was a bit surprised to see, because I had almost forgotten about mum hiring it. Our first port of call is Pierre's dad's lawyer, because he had the will and legal authority to enact it. We endure a boring half hour while the lawyer reads out the will in the most boring monotone voice. Once through with that we got escorted to the lawyer's car so he could take us around the insurance companies and also to the bank. The disappointing thing for Pierre is that all but two thousand dollars of the money had to be put in a trust, which he was not allowed to access until he turned eighteen. There is a clause in it though, which enables him to access up to ten per cent at a time, providing François agreed to the use of the money and countersigned for it. It is a similar arrangement to what I have with my money, where mum can countersign for me, allowing me to access some of my funds. She is strict about it though, which is why it is always a battle to get money, and I know François will be the same way. I don't blame them or have any issue with it, because they are looking out for us and trying to ensure we are set up for the future, but at times I wish I could just take the money out without having to explain myself. I can't say I've had too many problems getting money, because I learnt very early on what mum would allow me to take money out for. The answer was pretty much nothing, so I gave up trying. I have a feeling Pierre will have the same problems accessing his funds because of François. He is a nice and gentle person, but I get a gut feeling that he can be very hardnosed when he needs to be. He will make sure Pierre only uses money if he has to, I know that, but what I am unsure about is whether he will be as strict as mum, or potentially stricter. Mum will be hard to beat in that category though, because she has been ultra-strict around my access to my money. We spend a good amount of time at the banks and insurance companies, which causes the day to drag on and on. It must suck for Pierre having to sign so many pieces of paper, especially since it isn't going to be of any benefit to him for another six years. Oh well at least I'm in the same boat as him on that one, but I had to sign a hang of a lot less paperwork than he has to. Pierre looks exhausted by the time he has signed the last piece of paper, and I don't blame him because I'm feeling the same way through having done nothing all day. With the lawyer's job now finished he takes us back to his office, then shakes Pierre's hand, wishing him well in the future, and heads back inside. We went back to the van and hopped in. When mum started up the engine and I saw what the time said, I was more than a little surprised. Instead of the whole thing taking six or so hours, like how it felt, we had it all done within two, which meant we still had most of the day ahead of us. I could see mum and François conversing in the front seat, but I couldn't hear what they were saying, and to be honest I don't care as all I want to do is hug my lover. Two hours without being able to hold or touch him had been agony, probably a lot of the reason the day seemed to drag so much, so I wanted to make up for lost time now I could hold him again, and I knew he felt the same way. "We have changed our plans, because that took less time than we originally thought it would. Instead of doing what we had planned for tomorrow, we are going to do that now, so you two will be able to choose tomorrows activities," mum says, after having turned around to face us. Our faces instantly lit up, because we were going to have a full day where we got to decide what to do and where to go. It isn't often I get any say in things, so was looking forward to making the most of this opportunity. Mum turns back around and puts the van into gear, then pulls out into the traffic as we head off to the unknown. The lawyer's is pretty much right in the centre of the old city so I have no idea which direction mum is taking us; all I know is it isn't the way we came in. After a short while of negotiating the busy narrow streets of the old city, we make it onto a major road which takes us through the city wall and into the sprawling suburbs. We don't travel that far though as mum turns off the main road and through a glamorous looking gate into a parking lot. I realise where we are and why we are here almost the instant we get through the gates, because it is all so obvious. Sprawled out in nice straight rows and stretching as far as the eye can see are gravestones. We are at the main cemetery in the city, where I presume Pierre's parents are buried. There are some magnificent grand old headstones scattered around amongst some much smaller more basic ones. It looks like an organised chaos, because the headstones are all a mishmash of different sizes and shapes. Knowing we are likely here so that Pierre can see where his parents are buried, I look around to try and work out which direction they are likely to be in, but it is impossible to tell because mum has parked right in the middle of the oldest section. Once mum has finished parking the van and killed the engine, we all hop out and she locks up. It is scorching outside, which I hadn't noticed until now because we had spent most of our day in the comforts of air conditioned offices and our hotel room. I sort of wish we had gone back to the hotel before coming here because I am already starting to sweat and cook inside these trousers. Pierre must be feeling as hot as I am because he has grabbed the crotch of his pants and is fanning it around trying to get some air movement down there. I suppose if we had been thinking this morning then we would have put on shorts underneath our trousers, but alas neither of us even thought about it. Thankfully there are plenty of trees to offer some shade in the cemetery. Instead of waiting for mum and François to be ready, we both scamper off as quickly as we can to find relief in some shade. Mum and François look a bit amused seeing us running off towards the shade like our very existence depended on it, but to a certain extent in our minds it did. We are literally cooking in our clothes so need somewhere cooler to stand under, but even the shade from the trees does little to cool things down. The air is completely still, which makes things hotter through the lack of a cooling breeze. I don't know how we missed how hot it was before, because even though we spent a lot of time in the comfort of air conditioned offices, we were still outside for periods of time. Maybe it was because we knew we would soon be back inside, or could it be that we now know we are going to be outside in the heat for a lot longer now? Either way I can't understand how we didn't notice it earlier on. We don't have to wait long for mum and François to catch up; as soon as they do we start to wander through the old part of the cemetery, presumably towards the newer sections. Pierre and I walk around hand in hand, well, at least when there is no-one else to be seen. Seeing the older headstones closer up gives me a better idea about how much work had gone into making them. Most of the larger ones have lots of intricate designs to them, but there are a few smaller ones which look just as spectacular. It makes me realise that the size of the headstone doesn't necessarily reflect the opulence or importance of the person who is buried there, because some of the smaller ones look like they would have cost a lot more to make than a few of the large ones. I feel a little strange while we wander through the cemetery, because even though I know we are here for a specific reason, it still almost feels wrong to be wandering through the place sightseeing. It isn't the sort of place where I feel right strolling through taking in the sights, because it is supposed to be a place of reverence; somewhere to come to pay your respects to a loved one who is no longer with you. It isn't the sort of place I feel right being a tourist at, even though I can see a few tourists ambling around and taking lots of photos of various headstones. To me it seems disrespectful to the dead, but I'm only a kid so what do I know, I suppose. "Mum, why are there so many tourists taking photos of the graves? Isn't it disrespectful to those buried here to be doing that?" I ask, sick of seeing people who only seem to be here to take photos of the fancier headstones, because it just doesn't seem right. "Yes you are sort of right Josh, but not all of them will be taking photos of just any random headstone they feel like. Some of them will be here retracing their family history, so will be taking photos of the graves of long lost relatives. Not all is as it appears to be son, and one day you will understand things like that better," she replies, making me think twice before judging people because of what they are doing. I suppose it was wrong of me in any case, as I hate being judged for being gay, so how can I judge people for taking photos? While we wander through the cemetery the headstones slowly become younger and younger. This by no means implies we are anywhere near where Pierre's parents are buried because the place is massive and even that is an understatement. It is Avignon's main cemetery, which is understandable since it is so close to the centre of the city, but it means most of the people who have been buried from the city are here. I start to notice signs that it has almost run out of room, because I see newer headstones being wedged in between older ones. The only spare spaces left are family owned plots which have yet to fill up their allotment, such as Pierre's family's as I notice when we finally find the plot. His family must have been pretty well off for a while, because the family plot is huge, with people dating back eight generations buried here. There is still enough room for at least another three graves, which means that François and Pierre are both covered so long as they want to get buried here. The plot has lots of older headstones, but as you go along the rows become younger, until the most recent which is at the end of the row. It is not hard to pick out which ones are Pierre's parents, because they stand out amongst the others. They are both very simplistic in design, because they are marked by a bright white coloured cross. I'm surprised to see Pierre's mum with such a basic headstone, because I had automatically presumed that his dad would have brought a pretty fancy one to show how much he loved her. Then again I remember Pierre telling me how badly his dad handled the death of his mum, so he may not have got around to it and now it is too late. It is a shame to see his parents with basic headstones, because to me they are much more important than that, so I decide to rectify that when I get the chance, well at least get someone to get them decent headstones. If it hadn't have been for them then Pierre would never have been born, so in a way they are as important as he is to me. That simple thought is enough to make me feel upset and gutted, because I will never get to meet the people who brought into this world such a perfect boy. Pierre clasps a tight grip on my arm and pulls me into him. He is a little shaky on his feet, because it has dawned on him the true reason for being here. He had tried not to think about it, but seeing his family's plot means he can no longer ignore the true purpose for being here. It isn't the first time he has been to the cemetery, because his parents used to come on the anniversaries of their parents' death. So he has been here before, which is why he knew instantly he is at the family plot, but the sight of the two white crosses is a little too much for him. I wrap my arms around him as he buries his head on my shoulder. I can tell he is crying, which makes it harder on me. I feel like I want to cry as well, but I know I have to be strong for him, because due to the amnesia he had, the deaths of his parents are still recent and raw to him. I thought he had found closure way back in New Zealand, but after the incident at the hotel it had long been forgotten about until recently, so he has to try and find closure all over again. I will be here for him while he does it too, because I realise how important it is for his health and wellbeing. The hard part for me is not breaking down with him, because for some reason I feel a particularly strong connection to him and his family while being here. François embraces us in a hug, having sensed that I am also on the verge of breaking down, which takes me off guard. He is still looking strong and composed, which surprises me because it is his sister who is buried in the grave over there, so I expected him to be closer to breaking down than me. Seeing that he is holding up well allows me to relax a little, knowing I don't have to be the strong one. As soon as I feel my body relax that little bit I start to feel tears trickling down my cheeks. It is out of it, crying over people I have never met or known, yet I feel like I have done both. I feel as if they have been a part of my life since I was born, and seeing their graves is too much for me to handle, especially as it upsets my boyfriend so much. "It's alright Josh, let it out. I know how you are feeling, because of how close you are to Pierre... Let's go and see their graves properly boys, so that you can say your final goodbyes," he says, squeezing us tighter in his embrace. Pierre doesn't respond, instead he pulls me in closer and clasps me tighter. I know he is too scared to see their graves up close, because it ends all hope that it is not just a big misunderstanding, and they are dead. "Come on love, it upsets me as much as it does you, even though I have no idea why. We both need to see their graves and say our goodbyes, because it will continue to plague us otherwise," I say softly, trying to sniffle back the tears and be strong for him. It doesn't work because I hear him cry even more heavily, which sets me off again. I feel a slight nudge which causes me to instinctively take a step, and thankfully Pierre does as well, otherwise we could have ended up in a bit of a mess. Once our footing is secure again, so there is no chance of us losing our balance, we get another nudge which results in the same thing happening again. François is slowly trying to push us up to the graves, but it takes a while for either Pierre or I to notice. I'm the first of us to realise and am glad that François is pushing us to do this, even literally. Pierre on the other hand starts to panic, attempting to break the hold on me to get away, but I don't let him. I'm shocked to see him taking this so badly, because I thought he was more than ready for this part. I must have misread him, which is unlike me, as I have become so in tune with him that I know how he is feeling, but somehow I got this one wrong. I won't let Pierre get away, despite how hard he is struggling. I grip him tighter, trying desperately to keep my hold on him. I can feel my body quickly tiring because he is fighting so frantically to get away, and I'm becoming worried that I won't be able to continue to stop him. All of a sudden his resistance ends and slumps back into my arms, and proceeds to bawl his eyes out again. I hug him tightly, while starting to severely worry about his mental stability, because I can't understand the sudden reaction. One minute he was right as rain, grieving maybe but still right as rain, and the next he is putting up a huge fight while trying to get away, leaving me totally baffled by it. I look down on him as he tries to bury his face into my shoulder, but there seems to be something strange about him. His hair looks a lot lighter than usual, and his face... his face seems to be ghostly white, well, at least from what I can see of it anyway. He is trying to bury his face, almost like he is trying to stop himself from seeing something which concerns me greatly, because I am now very worried about his mental health. `Has he started to show signs of brain damage as a result of the hotel incident?' I ask myself, because that is the first thing that comes to mind. François has managed to slowly push us right up to the graves now Pierre has calmed down, well somewhat. Even though Pierre has his head buried in my shoulder, so can't see where we are, he instinctively knows and collapses to his knees, still bawling his eyes out so I get down beside him and hug him again. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to freak out, but you scared the hell out of me. What do you want anyway?" Pierre suddenly blurts out in French, making everyone even more worried about him, because he seems to be talking to no-one. I more than anyone am worried about my lover, but something catches my eye as I look up at him again. I have to take a double look to ensure I'm seeing what I think I am. There is something there, seemingly floating above the headstones of Pierre's parents. The best I can describe what I'm seeing are two transparent blurry white apparitions which vaguely form a human shape floating inches above the top of the headstones. It freaks me out, and I have to fight against the urge to run and hide. As it dawns on me that I'm seeing the ghosts of Pierre's parents, I can feel the colour draining from me. It is a strange, eerie feeling as it feels like my life is draining from my body and I also start to feel a chill, so I start to understand what had freaked Pierre out before, because I'm feeling the same way he was. "Gh... gh... ghosts... does anyone else see them?" I stammer while turning around to face everyone else. I find it very difficult to talk properly because my teeth are chattering like crazy. Pierre doesn't hear me because he is lost in his own conversation with the apparitions, but I didn't need him to reply to me anyway as I already knew his answer. The looks on everyone else's faces tells me that they don't see what we are, but before any of them get time to answer I'm interrupted as I feel my arm getting pulled on. "Josh, Josh, come and meet my parents, cos they want to meet you too," Pierre says excitedly. His demeanour has changed vastly compared to how he was minutes ago. He is full of colour again and beaming in life and happiness; it's almost like his talk with his ghost parents is exactly what he needed. I can't say I'm too thrilled about being made to talk to a couple of ghosts, you could say I feel intimidated by the idea, but Pierre wants me to, so I will. I will do anything for him, within reason of course, but he wouldn't make me do anything I wouldn't like or feel unsafe doing, I'm sure about that. It is unnerving looking at the ghosts of Pierre's parents, because they look fuzzy and lack definition. They don't even seem to have faces, but yet I can still see their mood on them. They are looking happy as they talk to their son, which leads me to wonder why they are here, because I always thought ghosts only existed from people who had died but had either done bad things in their lives, or were looking for vengeance. As far as I'm aware, Pierre's parents fit into neither category, so I am stumped about why they have appeared as ghosts, because I would have thought they would have passed on to wherever it is that people go after death. From everything Pierre has told me about them, they don't seem to have a bad bone in their bodies, which doesn't surprise me because he doesn't seem to have a bad side to him either. They had always been kind, gentle and loving towards their son, while trying to turn him into respectable person. Not only that, but they have always tried to help out others less fortunate than them, along with donating loads of money to worthwhile charities. I believed every word Pierre has told me about them, despite how unbelievably great he made them sound. They do sound like they were the perfect parents in a lot of ways and ones that I think everyone would want, but I wouldn't trade my parents like I would have at the drop of a hat a couple of months ago as a result of what they had done to me, because without them Pierre's and my paths may have never crossed. "Mum, dad, this is Josh and he's my boyfriend. I love him to bits, and I know you'll love him too," Pierre says enthusiastically. He says it so quickly that the words are hard to decipher, but I know it is said in French; it's almost like he is scared they are going to disappear on him. "Josh, mum and dad really like you, and think we are really great together. They've been watching over us since you rescued me, and they have also been trying their best to protect us and keep us from harm, but some things have been out of their control. They wanted to intervene so badly when the immigration officials deported me, but some stronger force stopped them, because they learnt it was one of those things that had to happen," he blurts out, after noticing that I can't hear a word his parents are saying. The whole scene is surreal and I'm struggling to get my head around it. I can't understand why it is only Pierre and I who can see the ghosts, because of all people I thought François would have stood a better chance than me, given he is related to them. The other thing which I find strange is that Pierre seems to be able to engage in a normal conversation with them, and yet even though I can see them I can't hear a word. All I can see is their mouths moving, but given I can't see them clearly means even that could be a figment of my imagination. "Josh, my parents apologise about you not being able to hear them. They can choose who sees and hears them, and wanted you to see them, but also wanted to have a private chat with me which is why they decided not to allow you to hear them. Uncle, they want to talk to you later," he says, getting a sceptical look from François who is still struggling to believe Pierre and I are seeing ghosts. Pierre talks with his ghost parents for a while longer, which to anyone who had seen us must have looked peculiar, because all they would have seen is two boys hugging while one is talking his head off to absolutely nothing. Neither of us are concerned about it, well Pierre isn't because he is too deep in conversation to notice what is happening in the real world. He seems to have totally overcome the death of his parents, well, I won't know how true that is until the ghosts vanish, I suppose. I'm confident he has found closure by being able to talk to them one last time, because it wasn't something he ever had a chance to do before they died, as it all happened too suddenly. So he never got the chance to tell them how he truly felt, which is what a lot of people regret when a loved one passes on, but at least he has the chance to set it right, now. "Aww, do you have to go, I was having such a good time talking to you... Ok then... Bye, bye, I love you," he says, which tells me his parents are going to disappear on him, and that the conversation is over. He looks a little upset that they are going to disappear, but all of a sudden he seems to cheer up, almost like something has been said to him which has brightened his mood, and has me curious about what he has been told, but I know I'm going to hear all about it. "Once François has recovered from the shock of seeing them, my parents want us to have a walk to allow him some time with them alone," Pierre whispers in my ear, before shaking himself free from my hug, standing up, and wandering over to mum to tell her the same thing. I realise what could happen, so I stand up too and head over to mum, so that the three of us are ready in case the fright scares François a little too much. I take a look back over to the headstones and see the ghosts are still there. They seem to be waving to Pierre and me, so I wave back. Pierre, seeing me waving at the ghosts, joins me before we watch them vaporise in front of our very eyes. I have to say I feel a little disappointed seeing them go, because I don't think I will ever see them again so I feel upset for Pierre, but he doesn't look concerned or upset at all. Instead he looks extremely happy, which eases my fears. The talk he has had with them has done him a lot of good, and at long last I think he is able to put their tragic deaths behind him and move on. I know he had found some form of closure before, but with the incident in the hotel causing him to bring it all back up, this was what he needed most. Moments after the ghosts disappear I get a huge indication that they have made themselves visible again, but the reaction is not what either Pierre or I expected. François has a look of sheer and utter disbelief on his face, but that is not the strange part. Mum suddenly faints, causing Pierre and I to have to catch her, while we both wonder what the hell has gone on to cause this to happen. Pierre's parents made no mention of mum being able to see them, so we are both stumped over what has caused her to faint. I've never known her to collapse like this either, so I am starting to become worried that something is wrong with her. I mean given the heat of the day, things like heat exhaustion, or even stroke come to mind. "Sorry, we didn't mean to give your mum a fright like that, but we decided to show ourselves to her, so she doesn't think that you all are mad," the ghosts say, after appearing for me again. Their voices sound like angels, so pure and melodic, and it makes me feel so happy and relaxed listening to it. They disappear again before I get a chance to respond, but I am feeling so good about everything now that I'm not worried about it. It has to be one of the strangest things that I have ever seen or done, and I'm so glad to have been here for this. I can now say I have seen ghosts, but what's even better is having heard them speak. I had been a little envious of Pierre because he got to hear what they sounded like, while all I got was silence, but they spoke to me in the end so I'm over the moon about it. Pierre wants to hug me, because he knows what I'm feeling, but we are both still supporting mum who has only just come to. Mum starts to support her own weight again, which allows Pierre and me a bit of respite. She isn't heavy for an adult woman, but for two twelve year olds she weights a ton, so we are glad to not have to hold her up any longer. This also gives Pierre the chance to give me the hug he's been wanting to, so races straight over once he has let go of mum, and throws himself around me. I wrap my arms around him as well, while we sort of dance around in a circle hugging each other. It feels so wonderful, and even better now we know we have the blessing of Pierre's parents. I'm not sure why, given they are dead, but the knowledge seems to lift another weight from our shoulders. I think it's knowing we have the blessing from everyone who is important to us, which has lifted the huge weight that had been weighing us down. I envy the way Dan and Caleb seem to be able to overlook all the issues surrounding our sort of relationships, and go around comfortably being able to show their love for one another, because even hugging Pierre now I still feel a little uncomfortable, given we are in a public place. I wish I could hug Pierre anywhere and not worry about what other people may think, but I can't, and as a result our hugs never feel the same as they do when we are in private. They still feel wonderful and special, but don't quite have the same buzz to them. Still, I don't want to let him go. "Sorry, I hope I didn't worry you too much. Pierre if you ever talk to them again, you should tell them that they didn't need to show themselves to me cos I did believe you, but anyway let's go for a walk and allow François time to talk to them," mum says suddenly, after having regained her stature. I don't believe her one little iota when she says she knew Pierre was telling her the truth, but I let it be after seeing François kneeling at the graves talking to the ghosts. Mum starts to wander off without waiting, or even expecting us to reply, so we know we are going to have to follow her. I untangle myself from Pierre, while he does the same, then we hold hands and follow her. We stroll around the cemetery, taking in the old headstones and enjoying being outside in the sun, even though it is stifling hot. Pierre and I have noticed a lack of other people around, so instead of holding hands, we have changed positions so now we are walking with our arms around the other's waist. It feels wonderful, but it being broad daylight and in a public place, I'm keeping a constant eye around to ensure no-one here cares about what we are doing. There is almost no-one around in the whole cemetery it seems, but I am still a little wary in case we see someone who takes offense. I suppose I still have a couple of little issues to work out, especially since Pierre isn't concerned about anything but trying to hold me closer. I try to relax and enjoy everything about the day, but I'm still a little tense, worrying what others might think. I can't shut off my mind no matter how hard I try, which is starting to frustrate me a little, because I want to be able to fully enjoy a casual walk holding Pierre. He must have sensed me becoming frustrated with myself for not being able to truly relax, so stops suddenly, pulls me around until I'm in front and facing him, then plants the most loving kiss on my lips. Everything around melts away in an instant, and all my fears and concerns dissolve away too. I feel like I'm floating high above the clouds, like I normally do when Pierre gives me such a wonderful, electrically charged kiss. I kiss him back feverishly, hoping that the heat of the moment will fuse us together so we can become one permanently, but it all has to end miles too soon. That moment comes when I feel something swat the back of my head, and quickly remember about mum. I start to pull away, knowing that if I don't I will get a harder whack next time. Nothing serious, but mum will want me to know she isn't impressed, but I find it almost impossible to stop kissing him, all because it feels so wickedly awesome and I love him to bits. Slowly and very reluctantly I pull away from the kiss, and am greeted with a displeased look from mum. I could tell straight away that she wasn't going to rant and rave about it, because she didn't have that menacing twinkle in her eyes which I was extremely glad about. The strangest thing is that she doesn't look pissed off because we were kissing so much, more disappointed with our choice of location for showing such affection. We both know we have done wrong, but Pierre looks more sheepish than I do, because it was his idea after all. Once we have separated properly, mum turns back around and continues her walk, without saying anything at all to us, as she knows we already know what we have done wrong, so she hopes that will be lesson enough for us. It is, she didn't need to say anything to us, we knew. Pierre wanted me to relax and forget about everything, and well, we sort of got carried away. His plan worked because everything I had been thinking about has dissolved into the great unknown, and all I can think about now is having the opportunity to kiss him again. I only have one thing on my mind now, and that is spending alone time with Pierre without any threat of being interrupted. Without Callum and Manuel around I know we will be safe, because mum and François will allow us our privacy, well, at least until the morning, but I'm not thinking that far ahead. I can feel something burning inside me; it is something I've never felt before. All I know is it revolves around Pierre, the love of my life, but I have no idea why I suddenly feel so different. I have felt my love towards him burning away since we first met, but this feeling is slightly different. I try to ignore it while we continue our walk, because there is nothing I can do about this strange new desire anyway. It doesn't quite pan out that way though, so I spend most of the walk trying to work out what the hell it is. I never get an answer to that though, as there is no way I can do anything with Pierre at this stage, well not without getting into trouble again. After about half an hour we make it back to where François is. He is standing there waiting for us with a huge smile on his face. Something has definitely changed about him, because he looks far more relaxed and almost seems to have found some inner peace. I hadn't noticed it before, but I think François was grieving more than it looked like. Realistically I never would have noticed because I had never met the man before his sister and brother in law had died, but I still feel a little bad for not having picked up on it. The feeling is only short lived, because he is happy now, and looks like he has found closure, so no need for me to dwell on something I hadn't noticed. François sees us heading towards him, so comes over to greet us, giving all of us a huge hug when he reaches us. He even gives mum a hug, which surprises all of us, including her. He definitely has more of a spark to him, and seems even more loving and caring than he was before, which I didn't think possible because he has already done so much for us out of love. The half an hour we have been away has changed him remarkably, and I'm glad he has found closure so he can go back to being happy. Pierre is equally as surprised as me to the turnaround, because he hadn't noticed how depressed his uncle really was, but then again he was bloody good at hiding it. Once he has finished giving all of us a hug, we start to wander back to the van. We were all talking non-stop about the experience we have had. The way we were chatting reminded me so much of Callum and Manuel, which makes me a little sad that they weren't here, but I'm not sure we would have got as much out of the day had they been with us. We continue to chatter away all the way back to the van, then to a fast food restaurant for dinner, which none of us cared about, let alone noticed how disgusting the food was, because we were too wrapped up in our conversation to notice. We were still talking non-stop by the time we reached the hotel and went inside, but the conversation died a little after that, because we realised there was nothing more to say, and the chat had been going around in circles for a while. With nothing more to talk about, and everyone feeling shattered from the day, we said our goodnights and headed into our rooms. The strange and overwhelming feeling I had felt earlier is still boiling away in me, so I'm so glad to be back at the hotel and even happier to be alone with Pierre again. Once we are in our room and the door is closed, I almost maul Pierre I am so desperate to kiss him again. I don't know what has suddenly come over me today, but I can't get enough of Pierre no matter how much I try. I suddenly know what this burning desire is all about; I want to be one with Pierre. I am passionately kissing him trying to fill my desire, but it doesn't seem to be working. All it seems to be doing is making it burn more fiercely, which makes me try even harder. Pierre must be feeling the same instincts as I am, because he is reciprocating the kiss as wildly, but neither of us seem to be able to quell the fire burning inside us. Mutually, we both break off the kiss so we can brush our teeth and go to bed, where we will continue from where we left off undoubtedly. We quickly grab our toiletries bags and head into the bathroom, fighting our desire to kiss each other along the way. While I pulled out my toothbrush and toothpaste, I noticed something in the bag which I hadn't seen there before. I'm not sure whether I overlooked it, or whether it wasn't there before. I pull it out to inspect it; it's a small bottle, but I can't see exactly what it is because there is a note taped to it. I read through the note, which confuses me more than anything, because it doesn't tell me what it is or anything, just has a trivial statement on it. I figured that you two will need this one day. You probably won't want it for a little while, but you will know when the time is right, so will be thankful to have it. François. I pull off the note to see what exactly is in the bottle, but the product name means nothing to me. It's a bottle of KY jelly, which I find out is a personal lubricant, because it is written in French underneath the brand name. I have a quick read on the back at the French written instructions, but that still doesn't help me. Realising that I wasn't going to figure it out tonight, I show Pierre the bottle and shrug my shoulders. He takes the bottle from me and also reads the label, but like with me it means nothing to him. His next step, to try and work out what it is and used for, is something I should have thought of, but hadn't. He removes the plastic seal, opens the lid, and puts a little blot of the liquid on his finger. I watch on curiously, as he examines the clear liquid on his finger. It doesn't look like anything spectacular, a little like water but thicker in density. I only know that because it doesn't run off his finger like water would. He then uses his thumb to rub the liquid around while he continues to work out its purpose. It spreads over his finger and thumb like most liquids do, so that isn't any help to me. All I hope now is that Pierre has noticed something different about it, because everything I have seen so far hasn't helped one bit. "It's strange, cos it makes my finger slippery, sorta like oil. Still have no idea why we would want to make anything slippery though," he says, after his thorough examination of it. I sigh, whist making a mental note to ask François about it tomorrow. I hate not being able to work something out, so I know this will continue to churn away in my mind until I come up with a solution. Giving up, Pierre puts the lid back on and places the bottle back into my toiletries bag, before we both thoroughly brush our teeth and head back into the bedroom. With that minty clean feeling in our mouths we get ready for bed. Both of us want to go back to kissing so much that we don't waste any time putting on a strip show, or removing the other's clothes, but it is almost as soon as I see Pierre's sexy naked body that I suddenly realise what the sudden desire I've been feeling is. I want him in me, correction, need him in me. I don't know why all of a sudden I need this, but I do. Yes, I am fully aware of what that entails, but that is of no concern to me at all surprisingly. It doesn't take long, after having worked out that two and two make four, that I solve the other piece of the puzzle. The KY jelly, I know what it is for now, and I'm thrilled to pieces that François had thought about this occasion. I want it so bad that I totally overlook the fact that Pierre hasn't had a chance to loosen me up yet, but then after having dad's gigantic thing rammed up there, I should be loose enough I would have thought. Only time will tell, but I know that I want it, and I will get what I want today. I'm sure as hell Pierre has also worked out what our sudden desires are about, because I know he isn't dumb or naïve. He will have worked it out, but may not be able to bring himself to believe that I'm feeling this way too. The thought is likely to be scaring him a little because he won't want to engage in this before I am ready, and I know he will worry about me saying I'm ready before I am. He should know he doesn't need to, because like Dan and Caleb told us, we will know when we are ready, and I can now see why. I hold off my urges for a little longer while I pile up my clothes and force them into my bag, then pull out some clean ones for the morning as I secretively pull out the KY jelly from my toiletries bag. Once I have everything sorted I can't contain myself any longer, so stand up and tackle an unsuspecting Pierre to the bed. We end up in a tangle of arms and legs, because Pierre had been wondering too much about why I was doing all the other stuff, instead of paying attention. Neither of us get hurt from my tackle, and the bed is really soft so cushioned our fall nicely. It doesn't take long before we untangle and reposition ourselves, until we are facing each other and staring into the other's eyes. I can see the same burning desire in his hazel eyes, to what I am feeling. They are shining brighter than usual and have a lot of passion behind them, so I know he is as ready for this as I am. As much as I love gazing into his eyes and down into his soul, I want more of him. I want to taste him and feel his love for me on a more physical level, so I can't hold off any longer and wrap my naked body around his while I start to kiss him wildly again. The kiss feels even more electric and passionate this time, because we are both naked and seemingly in tune with the other's desires. I want Pierre to forget about preconceptions over whether I'm ready for this, because I want it and want it bad. He won't hurt me; I know that, so I want him to feel totally comfortable with the situation, before we get down to the act. Our kissing has reached fever pitch, as we enjoy the overwhelming love and passion we feel for each other. We can't get enough of each other, but I'm more than happy to keep kissing him on the lips. I know that when he is ready he will move on, so I wait and enjoy the moment. He is a little hesitant, I can sense it, even despite me trying my best to take his mind off it, but he will come round if I give him time. Never in my wildest dreams would I have imagined it would be me who is the one totally comfortable with this, but hey, stranger things have happened. Pierre finally makes the move I had been expecting, as he stops kissing me on the lips and starts to nuzzle my neck. It feels wonderful having him kissing me passionately on the neck, so I continue to let him do it for a while. I am also waiting until I know the time is perfect, knowing full well I will be able to sense that moment when it arrives. At this point in time there is something still a little off; he still seems a little wary about what this night is going to turn into. He is desperate not to hurt me, so is timid about going any further. To ease his fears even further, I start to massage his neck, shoulders and down his back, while still waiting for the opportune time. "I want you in me, and want to feel you now," I whisper seductively into his ear, once I have sensed the moment is right. I know I didn't really need to say anything, but I wanted to ensure he knew that I'm happy with this. As I had set out to achieve, my timing was spot on, because I had eased his fears to the extent that he wasn't thinking about them any more. Knowing he had the all clear allowed him to relax even further and let his instincts guide him instead of his head. He continued to nuzzle my neck for a while longer, before he slowly worked his way down my chest, kissing me everywhere. Surprisingly it wasn't until he started to tenderly kiss my chest that my dickie finally came to life, and come to life it did. It has never felt so hard before in my life, and almost feels like it's going to explode, especially when he toys with my nipples by licking and sucking them. Pierre notices out of the corner of his eye that my dick is starting to twitch and throb. I can also feel beads of sweat forming on my forehead from the intensity of the sensations which are coursing through my body. My heart has already started to pound even though we have yet to do much, but it is the anticipation which is turning me on so much. I am starting to get antsy, wanting him to just flip me over and make love to me, but I know it isn't quite as easy as that, and Pierre also wants to take his time. He wants this to be as magical as he can, but I also think he somewhat misunderstands the concept. It is starting to look like he is deliberately trying to get me off, because he thinks that I won't have any pleasure when he finally comes round to doing the act. I decide it is time to take the initiative, because I don't want to cum too early. If I can I want to be able to do it at the same time as him, but who knows, if he works me up too much then I doubt I will last. I allow him a little more time, while I grope around on the bed searching for the bottle, which I had dropped in the process of landing after having tackled Pierre. It takes me a little longer than I had anticipated finding the bottle, because it had rolled over to the side of the bed behind where Pierre is, but once I have picked it up, I give it to him and roll straight over till I'm lying on my front. I'm not entirely sure how we are supposed to do this, but I figure at least this way he has easy access to apply the lubrication to my bum. This time he requires no coaxing, as he gets straight to work. We both want this as much as the other, and he is finally feeling completely comfortable with the idea now, although I have a feeling he wishes we would swap places. This is something I feel I have to do first; he knows this, but it doesn't mean he totally agrees with me. This is going to be the biggest part of the test, because if I can get through him lubricating me up, then I should be fine when it comes to Pierre filling me up with that gorgeous dick of his. He starts off by applying the lubricant to his engorged throbbing prick, because he, like me, realises the test is going to come when he starts to lube up my butt, which is why he puts it off till last. Pierre applies a generous amount of the slippery oily substance to his dick, ensuring his has it as slick as he can get it. The worst part is all this could be pointless if I can't handle it, but it is the last of either of our worries as I feel the time is right. The moment of truth has arrived, as I feel him readjust his position so he can start to lube me up. Instinctively, I spread my legs as wide apart as I can get them to allow him easy access to my boy hole. I don't know why I did it, because it was a reflexive reaction, and happened without thinking about it, but it has left me feeling the most exposed I have ever felt. It is a little uncomfortable being this exposed, but I'm not freaked out by it in the slightest. My body shudders violently when Pierre puts his lubed up finger against my boy pussy, and starts to smear the slippery substance around. He continues to do so despite my body's reaction, because he knows it has been caused by thrill and excitement, and it's not a negative reaction. I suck in a deep breath of air at the same time, because the sensations are overwhelming. Feeling Pierre lubing around my bum hole does nothing to kill my enthusiasm and need for this to happen. Instead it does completely the opposite, making me crave and desire Pierre making love to me even more. He is winding me up, making me desperate for him to penetrate me, by rubbing his finger in circles around my butt hole. The light tender touch he is using to do this is driving me crazy, and all I want him to do now is lie on me and push his pride and joy as deep into me as he can. The heat and thrill I'm feeling is making me sweat something chronic, and I can feel the bedspread underneath me getting damper by the minute. My heart is pounding so hard and fast through exhilaration that I'm half expecting it to break free and fall out of my chest. The thing which is annoying me the most is I still feel on the verge of exploding, and my dick being underneath me and rubbing against the damp bedspread is not helping that feeling one bit. I know I'm getting really close because I can feel my balls contracting, and my body becoming tense and starting to quiver like crazy. The anticipation of what I know is going to happen is sending shock waves of the wickedest feelings through me, driving me closer and closer to climaxing. I moan loudly, then instinctively clamp my butt closed as I feel Pierre's finger penetrate me. I have to clamp my butt tight as I'm trying to hold off my orgasm, after the penetration sent a surge of intensely wonderful feeling through me. I came so close to climaxing that I could literally feel a wave of cum surging from my balls, but somehow, not sure how, I managed to stave it off. I roll over slightly so my prick is no longer in contact with the bedspread, while I still keep my butt clamped tight with Pierre's hand caught in it and his finger still just penetrating me. He doesn't move, because he knows the reason I have stopped him, so allows me time to calm down before he makes any attempt to continue. I take deep heavy breaths to try and settle my body down quicker, but it still seems like an eternity before I can relax again. At last I settle down, feeling my impending climax ebb away to the very early stages. It is a little frustrating for me because I know how much I want this, and yet my body isn't co-operating with me in the slightest. I want to cum when Pierre does deep inside me, not before, but my mind seems to have other ideas and I'm finding it hard to control it. Feeling it is safe to continue, I spread my legs again so he can continue to push his finger into me. I wish he would just push his gorgeous throbbing hard dick into me, but I know he has to make sure I'm prepared to take it. He doesn't want to take any chances of hurting me, so is going to try his best to ensure I'm as loose as he can get me. It feels wickedly exciting feeling Pierre's slim finger slowly inch its way inside me, so much so I can feel my climax building again already. He is very gentle and tender while he slowly tries to loosen me up, but he knows as much as I do that one finger is not going to be enough. I moan loudly when his finger makes it all the way in and hits something inside me which sends a surge of pleasure coursing through me. Again I feel my climax edging closer and closer, and I start to feel a little defeated, because it is dawning on me that I won't be able to continue holding it off, but I'm going to try my hardest since I want to experience his dick inside me at least before I climax. While Pierre had been inserting his finger inside me, I had rolled over back onto my stomach. My prick was again rubbing against the damp, but soft and silky smooth fabric of the bedspread, which is driving me crazy from the intensely pleasurable sensations being generated. My balls again have started to contract, as I am overwhelmed by pleasure bringing me close to a climax all over again. I feel my body tense, telling me it is preparing for a huge release of magical endorphins, while it is also quivering uncontrollably. I am really struggling to breathe properly and my heart is trying its hardest to break free from it confines, as it is beating so hard and fast. I can't believe it and am powerless to stop it, but in less than a minute I am ready for an immense climax again. I feel Pierre slowly withdrawing his finger, which almost sends me over the top. I can feel my dickie underneath me, starting to throb and pulse, while it prepares to erupt in euphoria and spray my seed on the bedspread. My body gives off the most intense and wicked shudder, as I feel my balls contract hard up against my body. The muscles in my butt clench and relax, milking Pierre's withdrawing finger, until he pulls it right out of me, causing a funny plopping sound. I try with all my might to prevent the climax, deliberately tensing up the required muscles to help, while at the same time I flip over onto my back so my dick is no longer in contact with the bedspread, and stay completely still for a couple of moments. I try the deep breathing thing again in order to assist in relaxing my body, but I might already be too far gone, since I can feel a surge of my boy seed trying to rush from my balls and erupt all over the place. For the second time this evening, somehow I succeed in staving off what should have been an imminent climax, but trying to control my body like that has worn me out a bit. I lie there for a good while panting for air, trying to settle my body down again and relax. It takes a little while for my body to calm down enough that I can start to relax and take full control of it again. I am still reluctant to move for the moment, because I still feel like any wrong move would bring me straight back to where I was, and I don't want that. I want to be able to last until Pierre climaxes, and if that isn't possible, then at least until he penetrates me with his hard prick, so I have to allow my body quite a while to settle down completely. I know it's the desire and anticipation I'm feeling for this to happen which is causing me to almost cum so much quicker than normal, but I can't help it, because I want it to happen so bad I can't take my mind off it. Well, it's not so much take my mind off it as I'm not able to actively think about it, but it is there in my subconscious, which is making me feel overexcited. This of course also prevents me from settling down very quickly, so I lie there for a good ten minutes trying to calm down properly and relax. I finally feel like I'm ready to continue, but to play it safe I decide to lift my feet in the air while lying on my back, as opposed to rolling onto my front again. I don't want my dick to be rubbing against anything any more, and this is the only solution I can think of. With my legs raised in the air, I also try and lift my bum off the bed to allow easier access for Pierre given my new position. The problem I notice is with my feet and legs raised in the air as well as joined together, my butt is closed up making things harder for him and not easier, so I try to spread them apart again which helps out a lot, but I can see it becoming very tiring after a while. Pierre also realises this, so tries to hurry a little more, but due to the length of time we had stopped so I could settle down all over again, the lubricant has dried up. He has to re-apply the lube to my boy hole, along with his fingers before he can continue, and that in itself seems to take an age. Pierre applies a generous amount of the lube again to the areas required, making me start to wonder how much is left in the bottle because it wasn't that big to start with. Tomorrow's problem I suppose, because I'm too turned on to care too much about it now, providing of course that there is still enough for him to put on his eagerly awaiting member. This time he smears the lubricant around my hole quickly, so not to prolong things. He is also trying not to turn me on too much, because like me he doesn't want me to climax too early as he knows how much I want this to be perfect, if there is such a thing. Once he has coated everything thoroughly and to his satisfaction, I feel him apply pressure to my boy pussy again. Slowly but surely the pressure increases before my bum hole gives way and his finger penetrates again. A loud drawn out groan escapes my lips as I feel him enter me, but this time his finger feels a lot wider and makes me feel a lot fuller. I realise he has inserted two fingers into me this time, but the best thing is I have felt no pain. I do wonder whether dad has stretched me which will make this go smoothly, but then again that happened a while ago now so I should have somewhat healed I would think. I can feel everything building towards a climax almost instantly when he penetrates me, which catches me off guard because I don't expect it to happen so quickly. The extra thrill of having two fingers in me is what is driving me crazy, it feels so extraordinarily awesome my body seems to get pumped full of amazing sensations instantly. I am feeling in ecstasy as my climax comes on at a great rate of knots. While Pierre is pushing his fingers deeper and deeper into me, I am quickly overwhelmed by the start of a tremendous climax, but this time I can't gain any control over it. It all comes on so quickly I stand no chance. The surge of intense pleasure causes my balls to contact right up inside me this time. I am struggling to breathe at all from the insanely intense sensations surging through me, which causes my heart to pump hard and fast to deliver what little oxygen it is getting through my body. My tense body is quivering uncontrollably, while I still try to stop myself, but I know I'm fighting a losing battle. I get a little respite when the extra thickness of the knuckles of Pierre's fingers slow his progress down. He slows because I suddenly get a little jolt of pain which causes me to wince, so he doesn't want to proceed too quickly in fear he might seriously hurt me. He stops momentarily, allowing me to adjust to the extra thickness; as soon as I stop wincing he applies gentle pressure, slowly edging further inside me. The pain eases as I get used to it, but comes back each time he eases further into me but it isn't too severe and I get used to it quickly. Half the reason I get used to it easily is because I am so full of endorphins that I can't concentrate on any pain. The way my dick is twitching around on my slick sweat-soaked chest, sending shock waves of pleasure through me also helps, but brings me closer and closer to the unwanted climax. "Ahh... ahhh... ahhhh... arrrggghhh, fuuuccckkkk... noooo!" I moan, as Pierre's fingers make it past the knuckles and slip easily deep inside me, hitting whatever it is in there, which sends a monumental surge of intensely pleasurable sensations ripping through me. My whole body goes rigid and violently shakes; it is almost like a massive earthquake, it shudders so intensely. My breathing stops and I swear my heart does too, momentarily, as I am overwhelmed by an explosion of ecstasy. I can feel my balls trying to contract even further, even though they physically can't because they are already as far as they can go. The muscles in my butt clamp against Pierre's fingers before relaxing, then clamping down on them again and repeating the process, almost like they are trying to milk his fingers like a farmer does to a cow. My dick swells up, before it erupts, pulsing like crazy as it pumps the contents of my balls, up it's short length before spitting a couple of smallish wads of watery thin milky white cum up in the air. The first wad lands almost directly between my nipples, whereas the second one doesn't quite reach that far. The remaining contents just spew out of my dick and ooze down my twitching prick. I almost blank out due the intensity of the orgasm. I haven't had one so powerful before and it literally blows my mind. I feel so out of it and distant that nothing seems to exist, but as my climax wanes I come back down to earth with a thud. I'm feeling disappointed and annoyed with myself for not being able to hold off for Pierre. It should have been the most special moment of our young lives, but I had to ruin it by cumming too quickly. I tried as hard as I could to prevent it, but it seems I'm not good enough. I just hope he understands I did my best, so maybe next time things will work out. I get broken from my thoughts when I feel Pierre's fingers which are still deep inside me, move around a bit. He has started to thrust them in and out, not moving far past his knuckles each time, but it still feels like a long way to me. I realise he hasn't given up hope, so is still loosening me up, and now my body is totally relaxed from my mind-blowing climax, it is a lot easier for him. As I slowly open my eyes, which had clamped shut as my orgasm was far too intense to keep them open, I can see why he hasn't given up hope. Despite my earth shattering cum my prick is still hard as a rock and eager to continue. It doesn't take long after that for my desire to return, along with the anticipation of finally feeling him inside me. I must be super horny at the moment because all I can think about again is experiencing this with the person I love the most. I still can't understand why I feel this way, because we haven't based our relationship on sex. Sure Pierre has helped me in order to stop me having wet dreams, but that isn't every day, just when he knows I need the release. I know this is supposed to be something special, but for the large part I still viewed it as sex, so for it to be all I can think about goes against what I want from our relationship. I hope to find out the answer to why I feel this way, but I know I won't get that until we do the deed. While Pierre continues to finger me I feel all the magical sensations return. This time they don't come on as quickly, nor as intensely as they had previously, allowing me to enjoy what he is doing to me more so than I was able to before. My legs are now resting on his shoulders after I was unable to keep them raised during my climax, which makes things a lot easier for me, as they were getting very heavy and hard to keep lifted. Pierre is kneeling on the bed while he continues to loosen me up in preparation for entering me, which brings up one problem I had overlooked previously, and that is my boy hole is going to be too low to the bed for Pierre to enter me easily. I'm in far too much pleasure though to think about a potential solution, let alone raise my concerns with him. Satisfied that he can't get me any looser, well, not without using three fingers to penetrate me with, Pierre withdraws his digits from my depths. They came out pretty easily, but I involuntarily help as my butt muscles clenched to force out the foreign invader, like they would when I am doing number twos. They make quite a loud plop when they come out, which normally would lead me to laughing hysterically, but I'm enjoying this far too much so it doesn't have the usual effect on my childish mind. The same can't be said for Pierre who chuckles at the funny sound, before recomposing himself for the next part. Pierre swivels around so his legs can dangle off the edge of the bed, before he gropes around for the bottle of lube. I think he pretty much empties the bottle as he applies another generous amount to my butt, before smearing even more on his rock hard twitching prick. He spreads the lubricant all over his dick, ensuring the whole thing is well lubed, including his glans which he specifically went out of his way to make sure he covered. Then he stands up, grabs me by the legs and pulls me so that my bum is right on the edge of the bed. I know from this that he has already worked out a solution to the problem I had thought about briefly, earlier. Now that he has me in position, he steps in between my legs, then hoists them up and rests them on his shoulders again. I feel the anticipation building in me as he lines himself up to my boy pussy, causing me to get butterflies in my stomach from nerves. I want this so bad I am starting to feel a little nervous. I don't want to disappoint us again by cumming too early, but I'm more worried that this won't be as magical as everyone says. I know Pierre will do all he can to make this a special and unforgettable event, but I can't help but worry it that it might not be as good as I have amped myself up for. The longer he takes to line himself up and start, the more my mind starts to wander. Yet I am still rearing for this so it hasn't killed my desire and excitement, well, not yet anyway, but who knows if he takes too long. My heart skips a beat, well maybe three, as I get an intense electrical surge rip through my body from Pierre placing the head of his dick against my boy hole. His body quivers immensely underneath my legs, as he gets the same powerful sensations tear through him like a bat out of hell, and both of us gasp loudly from the unexpected shock. He has retracted his foreskin and is holding the base of his throbbing member as he guides it towards his goal, which is already feeling like it is going to be the ultimate goal either of us has scored. He hasn't even started to push yet, and the feelings being generated are far more unbelievably awesome than anything either of us has experienced so far. I feel like I have almost had another huge cum already, and I don't know how either of us are going to be able to hold off climaxing the moment he penetrates, but we aren't worried because it is already the number one experience we have ever had in our young lives. Pierre starts to gently push against my resisting hole, ensuring to be as tender as possible so he doesn't hurt me as he penetrates. He slowly starts to apply more and more pressure in order to break the threshold, because my butt is holding firm and not letting him enter. I gasp as I suddenly feel my boy hole give way and the head of Pierre's dick start to breach me, then slowly but surely slide in. My body is quivering wildly as his glans slips into me creating all sorts of intense but pleasurable sensations ripping through me. Again I am sweating like crazy, but so is Pierre's trembling sweat-soaked body which is glistening under the room lights creating a glorious sheen to him. He is leaning over me as he applies enough pressure to enter me, so the beads of sweat forming on his forehead are dripping off him and landing on me, mixing with my own perspiration. Pierre moans in ecstasy the whole time his glans is pushing into me, and I can tell he is quickly coming very close to climaxing as the feelings he is receiving are more intense than he thought possible. The flared part at the bottom of his head pops into my bum, but it is far too much for Pierre, so he stops to allow his body time to recover. I'm glad he did this too, otherwise I was in for another tremendous climax within seconds, but with him holding himself completely still to try and prevent going over the edge, it allows me time to settle down too. Although his shaft has thickened up in its girth the glans is still the widest part of his prick, even though it isn't as bulbous and pronounced as before, but still the hardest part is over. It should be plain sailing for him to slide all the way into me now, with the widest part of his prick already in me, but I am still prepared in case there is a little pain to come. Even without his full length inside me, there is something satisfying with having at least part of his dick in me. I feel more... well, it's hard to explain, complete maybe a good word, but even that doesn't do justice to the way I feel right now. It feels like it was meant to be, a perfect fit which has brought our souls that much closer together. It really does feel almost like we are one, with our bodies and souls inching closer together as we get as close to each other as is physically possible. It is an absolutely amazing feeling and it is one I wish I could experience all the time, but I don't think people would take too kindly if we were to wander around connected like this, not to mention very awkward, so yet again I know it has to come to an end, but in the meantime I'm going to make the most of it. I feel Pierre's dick start to slowly edge its way further into my depths, as he has recovered enough to try to get all the way in me. He feels enormous in me, but not in a bad way, like he fills me up perfectly. It feels much thicker than it looks though, and I can feel every little movement as it works its way into me. The pleasure it is deriving in me as it continues to slowly enter me, is out of this world and far more intense than anything to date. I swear I can hardly breathe from the overwhelming sensations, and my heart again is beating so hard and fast I'm literally expecting it to explode. Any air I have in me seems to get pushed out the further he enters, creating a long drawn out moan. I bet all the drugs in the world combined, would not compare to how I'm feeling right now. It is indescribably awesome, and that is the best way I can put it. Pierre bottoms out as the base of his dick and contracted ball sac reach my butt, so there is no further he can go. His trembling body collapses onto me and he holds himself perfectly still. It has taken a lot of effort on his part to enter me, because he was not only trying to do it slowly and gently, but he was also fighting off his impending orgasm. He needs time to recover, while also allowing his body to settle down, but it is exactly what I needed because otherwise I would have blown as well. To be honest though, I could stay like this forever, because with him as far inside me as he can get, everything seems perfect. There is nothing that could make this feel any more special and wonderful; nothing at all. It is the closest we can physically get, and it feels like we are one person and one soul. It is an unbelievable feeling which is completely indescribably, except for one word, perfect. We stay in that position for a while; both of us panting for air, but more from the extremely powerful sensations we are experiencing. I can feel my climax ebbing away, but it is hard to decipher those sensations from the ones generated from Pierre being in me. They are still as strong and magical as they were before, despite that he hasn't moved a muscle in a few minutes. It feels just as perfect having him in me now, as it did when we were on the verge of erupting, which proves how special this is to the two of us. The being together as one means more than the sex side of it, which is sort of annoying and strange because to get to this point we need to start to have sex, and then eventually finish, but it is worth it for this perfect and sublimely magical moment. Despite Pierre wanting to stay in this position, something was going to have to give eventually. Whether it was our dicks deflated or something else, we both knew it couldn't last forever, and it didn't as Pierre's feet slip from under him, causing him to withdraw almost all the way, before he regains his footing. Wow, just wow. I thought the sensations before were perfect, but that felt even better, and it gets better still when he pushes himself deep into me again. Pierre feels it too, because instead of holding himself in me like he had before, he starts to withdraw, as he slowly makes love to me. It keeps getting better and better as Pierre lovingly pumps my bum, and starts to slowly ramp up the tempo. I never would have believed it, but the sensations and feelings of being one being, keep enhancing and perfecting at a phenomenal rate, like a rocket blasting off into space. Nirvana, seventh heaven, we left those places behind long ago. We are in a place which is impossible to describe, but far better than anything either of us thought imaginable. Pierre is going hard and fast, but isn't pounding the hell out of me, no, he is continuing to be as tender and gentle as he can. He is making love to me the way it should be done, and the results are phenomenal. The most surprising thing to both of us, is just how long we are managing to go without climaxing, especially since we were so close to going over the edge not too long ago. It is a lot harder work than I ever thought as well, even for me who is receiving. Sweat is pouring off the two of us as we continue to make sweet love, slowly edging closer and closer to what will be the climax to beat all climaxes. I can feel the start of mine poking its head up, but it isn't rushing at me like an out of control freight train like I had expected; instead it is slowly but surely letting itself be known. Pierre's is coming on too, because his body is starting to tense up making his thrusting movements a little more awkward than they had been. His balls also must have contracted, because I can no longer feel them gently swaying into me. Mine have as well, but they haven't quite gone all the way up inside me like last time, it is the other reason I presume his have as well. Things suddenly build very quickly, catching us both off guard, but we were never going to do anything to stop it anyway. My balls very quickly disappear up into me, like last time, but it happened so quick I didn't notice them go. The powerfully intense sensations ripping through my body are causing it to shudder violently, which causes my butt muscles to clench and relax on Pierre's throbbing member. I know it is throbbing, because I can feel it inside me which excites me more and drives me closer to my climax. The way I am milking his prick with my butt means he is approaching his as quickly as me. I know we aren't far off, but we aren't quite there yet as I can't feel my dickie threatening to explode yet. Our bodies are becoming rigid and tense, meaning Pierre's thrusting motions are becoming more laboured and awkward, but he keeps going. He is shaking like a leaf from the overwhelming magical sensations which are coursing through him, and my body is doing the same thing. The intensity of the pleasure at the moment is so powerful, I am wondering how it can possibly get any better, yet I know we haven't had our orgasms yet, so it will, somehow. I can still feel my balls trying to contract further, as they prepare to dump their contents in a spectacular fashion, well if there is anything left in them to expel that is. My mind is going blank, totally relaxed and devoid of all thought, just the magical and perfect sensations are all it is registering. The world suddenly explodes, or was it the whole universe? I'm not sure but it felt monumentally big, and causes us to moan loudly, well, scream would be a better word. Pierre makes one last lunge, driving his wildly twitching prick as far as he can inside me, which causes him to hit that thing that sends a nuclear explosion of the most wonderful and magical sensations tearing through my violently quivering body. My prick swells up like a balloon, before it erupts bigger than Mount St Helen's, shooting two or three good sized globs of cum high in the air, before arcing back and splattering all over me. It explodes with such force the first blob goes right over my head, and lands on the bed behind me. The same time my orgasm is ripping through me like a rocket going into space, Pierre is experiencing one just as earth shattering as I am. I can feel his prick swell up inside me, before it pulses, pumping out his red hot cum deep into my bowels. I can feel each jet as it blasts out, and it feels so wonderful having his seed fill me up even further. His is shuddering so violently as his climax takes hold of his body, that I'm surprised he can stay on his feet, but somehow he does for his orgasm at least. Our minds are blown away, out of this world, well out of this universe and beyond I would say. It is the most pure and perfect source of wickedly intense pleasure I have ever experienced and I know nothing will ever beat it. We stay in our high for what seems like ages, before we slowly come floating back down to earth, feeling like we are a leaves falling gently from a tree, we are coming down so slowly. Pierre starts buckling at the knees once his climax has receded enough, which ends up causing him to collapse onto me. His deflated and shrivelled up prick slips out of me with a plop as he collapses, leaving me feeling a little empty, but I'm too tired and worn out to worry too much about it, because there will always be another time. The only thing we have the strength and concentration to do, is pull ourselves onto the bed properly, wrap our arms around the other to hug them, and crash into the most magical night's sleep we have ever had. ************ 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.