Date: Mon, 27 Jun 2022 19:26:29 -0400
From: Edgar Friendly
Subject: The continued education of Charlie Hibbs chapter 1

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The continued education of Charlie Hibbs

Prologue

The two men sat quietly at their table and waited. The dive bar in the
middle of nowhere in Arizona was slowly emptying as the night wore on.
Some men glanced in their direction wondering what exactly they were
going to say, others didn't notice them. As the bar owner bid a drunk man
goodnight and showed him to the door, he locked it behind him and turned
the sign in the window to closed. He looked over at the men, "Okay, you
can start now."

They rose from their seats and walked to stand in front of the bar. The
taller one of the two looked around at the dozen or so men that remained
before asking the owner, "These are the one's who agree?"

"Yep." The owner answered, "Each one to a man agrees with you."

"Good." He raised his voice to be sure they could all hear him,
"Gentlemen. Good evening. I must say it's good to see so many of you
here. We've been to other places where only one or two people have had
the balls to stand up and do what's right. I congratulate you on making
the right choice. My name is Jim and my colleague here is Samuel. Now I
must ask, who here knows the name Andrew Callan?"

There was a murmur around the room and one man raised his hand, "He's
that sick cunt who raped that boy a while back."

"Correct." Jim said and nodded to Samuel who walked to the door and
unlocked it before walking outside. Jim continued, "Andrew Callan is a
sick cunt who raped a nine year old boy. He was arrested, charged and
tried before being sentenced to eight years in prison. That was five
years ago. He was recently released early for good behaviour. Now let me
ask you, who here thinks that punishment fits his crime?" Noone raised a
hand or spoke up, "Who here thinks he should have been tortured to
death?" Every man raised a hand. Jim smiled, "It's good to see we are all
on the same page."

Bang!

The door to the bar flew open and Samuel walked in holding a bound and
gagged man who was struggling, "Mmmmf!"

"Shut the fuck up!" Samuel punched the man in the stomache before
throwing him to the floor in front of Jim and locking the door again.

Jim looked down at the man with disgust, "This is Andrew Callan. He left
prison and planned to move to a different state and start a new life."
Jim bent down and took Andrew's chin in his hand, turning the man's face
up to look at his, "Is that fair? I mean, the boy he raped can't do that.
His life and his family were destroyed by this man and he just gets to
move on?"

"Mmmf!" Andrew shook his head vigorously, "Mmmf! Mmmmmmmmmf!"

"What's that?" Jim asked, "You got something to say?" Jim ripped the duct
tape off the man's mouth.

"Argh! Please! Please I... I didn't rape him! I would never hurt him!
I... I loved him- OOOF!"

Jim kicked him hard in the stomache, "You are a sick freak and a child
rapist." Jim reached into his jacket and pulled out a knife, "And
tonight, you'll get a punishment that fits your crime." Jim again
addressed the gathered men, "Samuel and I represent an organisation that
has made it it's mission to rid the world of these monsters. We are
currently recruiting. Any man who wishes to join is welcome. All you have
to do... " Jim held out the knife, "... is prove your commitment."

Silence fell across the room. Noone spoke or moved for a few moments. Jim
just waited, knife in hand. Eventually one man stood up and walked slowly
forward. Jim smiled as the man took the knife from him. He stood back.

The man held the knife tightly as he looked down at Andrew. Andrew looked
up at him and begged through his sobs, "Please... please don't do this...
" The man breathed hard and fast for a few moments psyching himself up
before quickly bending down and plunging the knife into Andrew's
stomache, "ARGH!"

The man stood up, "Whooo! Haha! Take that you pedo piece of shit!" He
looked at the other men and held out the knife, "Who's next?"

Another man approached and took the knife before stabbing Andrew with it,
"AAARRRGGHH!" Then another, "AAAARRRGH!" Then another,
"AAARRRGGHHUHUHUHUHUHHH... "

By the time each man had taken his stab Andrew was dead. Jim looked over
them all with a smile, "Well done. Congratulations all of you. Welcome to
the 'Not friendly'."

After Andrew's body was safely stored in the trunk of their car, Samuel
drove into the desert to where they had planned to dump it while Jim
called Jenny Brown to update her on their recruitment efforts, "We got
fourteen boss."

"Fourteen? That's excellent news." Jenny smiled to herself. Their ranks
were growing faster than she had expected, "Any of them have potential?"

"A couple that could be us over them, the rest are good for canon
fodder." Jim explained.

"Well, we need both right now. Good work Jim."

"Thanks boss." Jim liked the fact that Jenny Brown actually recognised
his efforts. All the men did, "Any other places you want us to try?"

"Yes." Jenny looked through her files, "There was another early release
in a small town about a hundred miles south of where you are. I'll email
you the details."

"Yes boss." Jim hung up.

Jenny brown emailed Jim the information he and Samuel would need to
complete their task and sipped her champagne. She called out, "Paldry?"

The fat little form of Milton Paldry appeared in the doorway, "Yes Ms.
Brown?"

"Update the figures." She told him, "Fourteen more."

"Yes Ms. Brown."

"How many is that so far?" She asked.

Paldry looked at his figures, "In total that's... a hundred and eighty
seven."

Jenny smiled, "Good. Our army is growing quite well... "


Chapter 1 - Old wounds

Charlie Hibbs lay sleeping peacefully while his bedroom door slowly
opened. He wasn't awoken by the soft thud of footsteps and he didn't
notice the shift in the mattress, nor the alarm clock being moved from
it's position and placed on the floor under the bed.

It was summer so Charlie had slept naked and kicked his duvet to the
floor, his fuzzy twelve year old cock stood hard just above his slowly
rising and falling tummy. He only stirred when he felt a puppy like
tongue lick up the shaft of his penis, "Hmm... " He still didn't wake up.
Another lick, "Hmmmm... " He was still asleep. Billy decided to break out
the big guns and sucked his older brother's hard shaft into his ten year
old mouth, "Hmm... wha... what? Billy?" Charlie opened his eyes and
looked down to see the top of his brother's head. Billy continued to
suck, "Hooohhhh... hmmm what time is it?" He looked towards his digital
clock that wasn't there, "Oh for... Billy! Stop!"

Billy took Charlie's cock out of his mouth and looked up at him with a
cheeky grin, "Morning!"

"Come on bro, it's too early for this." Charlie said covering his eyes
with his arm.

"How can you be sure?" Billy giggled, "You don't know the time."

"I know because you put the clock on the floor." Charlie explained, "You
only do that when you know it's too early. I wanna sleep some more."

"You say that but this... " Billy took Charlie's hard shaft in his hand
and squeezed causing his older brother to shudder, "... is very awake
already."

"Really bro, I do wannaaaaahhhhhh... " Charlie's sentence was cut short
as Billy resumed giving him a blowjob. He was really getting quite good
at it, "Ohhhh damn! Hmmm... "

Billy had learned just how to coax his brother into sex and it usually
started with sucking Charlie's cock. He licked all around the head and
licked up and down the shaft making it wet with saliva so as to lubricate
it enough for his small hand to rub it up and down. After pumping Charlie
with his fist while suckling on the exposed head for a couple of minutes
he stopped and looked at Charlie to ask the question he already knew the
answer to, "Can we sixty nine?"

Charlie was breathing a little hard when he answered, "Hmmm... fine! Come
here."

"Yesss!" Billy shifted around so his crotch was over Charlies face and
his own mouth was perfectly positioned to resume sucking which he
immediately did.

"Hhmmmooohhhhfuck... " Charlie said before taking his younger brother's
hairless, hard two and a half inches into his mouth. He began to suck
lightly while playing with Billy's cock head with his tongue just the way
he knew he liked. Both brother's pleasured each other and enjoyed the
vibrations of their moans as they sucked. Charlie took hold of Billy's
hips and began to move them in such a way that Billy was very nearly
fucking his mouth. Billy hadn't learned how to do this himself yet but he
was getting there.

Speaking of getting there, "Hmmm... hmmm! Hmmmooooohhhh Billy!" Charlie
let Billy's cock slip from his lips as his hips thrusted into Billy's
mouth, "Oh fuck! Ohhh fuck yeah! Bro! I'm.... mmmyeahammagonnacum! Ahhh!
Ahhhhh! Ahhhhhhhh... "

Charlie hit the peak of his sexual high as Billy sucked the cum right out
of his dick. The little guy did his best but, "Hmm! Ah! Ahem! Ahem! Oh
man!" Billy tried his best to swallow it as it came but it was too much
too fast. He moved his body off of Charlie and looked with disappointment
in himself at the few drops of his brother's seed that was now on
Charlie's belly before looking at his now flushed face, "I'm sorry
Charlie. I really tried!"

Charlie was coming down from his orgasm, "Ohhh... Oh man... wow." He
looked at Billy and smiled, "Oh don't feel bad bro. You did really
great."

"But I didn't swallow it all." Billy's sad expression was breaking
Charlie's heart.

"Hey come on now. You're being too hard on yourself. Look! Only a little
bit is left. You got most of it." Charlie reassured him, "And you can
only get better. Anyway, you haven't had the tingles yet-"

"I haven't CUM yet." Billy corrected him. He was trying to be more grown
up and calling his orgasms 'the tingles' was something he had decided was
a little too childish.

"Right. Sorry." Charlie reached out and stroked Billy's cheek, "How do
you want to cum? Oh! You want me to rim you?"

Billy's mood immediately improved, "Yeah!" He beamed.

Charlie smiled, "Alright then. Come on, up on your hands and knees."

Billy quickly assumed the position while Charlie got behind him. He
brought his face to Billy's arse and parted the boys cheeks with his
thumbs. He gave Billy's exposed, pink, puckered hole a few licks to tease
the boy causing gim to shudder. Billy was already rubbing his cocklet
furiously and had no patience, "Do it!"

Charlie chuckled, "Haha. Okay, okay! I'm doing it haha." Charlie pushed
his tongue inside the younger boy.

"Ooohhhhhh... " Billy loved being rimmed and Charlie knew just how he
liked to be tongue fucked, "Ohhh Charlie!"

"Mmm... mmmmmwah. You really like that huh?" Charlie asked.

"Yeah!" Billy said breathlessly as he continued to masturbate, "Keep
going!"

"You got it little bro." Charlie loved making Billy feel good. He stuck
his tongue up his arse as far as it would go.

"Ohhhh god!" Billy buried his face in the mattress, "Oh god oh god oh
god... " After about five minutes Charlie's tongue began to feel tired
but that was okay since, "Ahhh! Ahhhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!" Billy squealed
in delight as his boygasm sent electric shocks of pleasure through his
body. His anus cleched tight around Charlie's tongue which fought hard to
stay inside him.

The young boy fell onto his side riding his sexual high. Charlie looked
with glee at the pleasure he had gifted his little brother, he always
thought Billy was cutest right after he had an orgasm. He lay down next
to Billy and pulled him close to him, Charlie being the big spoon and
Billy being the litte one. He kissed Billy's head and smelled the
sweetness of his hair. After a few minutes he had to ask, "How is it I
never wake up when you come into my room?"

"Because when I come in I'm being sneaky naked ninja Billy." Billy
explained the most obvious thing in the world.

Charlie chuckled, "I guess that makes sense." He kissed his brother again
and squeezed him tight. The two of them drifted off for another couple of
hours sleep.

It was about nine in the morning when Issy woke up and looked into
Billy's room to see he wasn't there. She quietly pushed open Charlie's
bedroom door and smiled to herself seeing the two beautiful boys curled
up naked together. They looked so peaceful she didn't want to disturb
them but today was a big day and there was alot to do. She placed her
hand on Charlie's arm and shook gently, "Charlie... " The boy's eyes
fluttered open and looked at her smiling face, "Good morning. Would you
like a coffee?"

"Hmm... yes please. Thanks Issy." Charlie yawned.

"No problem. I'll see you boys downstairs in a minute."

Issy left the room and Billy and Charlie got up. After throwing on some
underwear they joined Issy in the kitchen where she explained, "Charlie
it would really help us out if you could help Billy get ready."

"Oh of course." Charlie sipped his coffee, "Sure thing." He turned to
Billy, "What do you say lil bro? You wanna learn how to tie a necktie?"

"Nah." Billy replied.

"Well tough." Charlie said, "You're learning."

An hour later Charlie stood behind Billy and reached around him, "Okay,
then you pull this through here... " He watched himself in the mirror as
his left hand held the knot while his right pulled down on the fabric of
his younger brother's necktie, "... until it goes tight, then you're
done." He smiled at Billy's refelction, "Looks good huh?" He asked as he
folded Billy's shirt collar down.

Billy frowned, "I don't like wearing a tie."

Charlie wrapped his arms around the younger boy, "I know bro. I know, but
we gotta be smart for today." Billy let out his trademark grunt of
disapproval and Charlie kissed the top of his head, "Hey..., it's for
dad." Charlie gave a small smile.

Billy looked into Charlie's eyes reflected in the mirror and nodded,
"Mmm... okay." The two now smartly dressed Hibbs brothers left Charlie's
bedroom and found Isabelle walking along the hallway, "I like your dress
mummy." Billy told her.

Isabelle smiled as she hugged her son, "Thank you sweetheart. You boys
look very smart too." She looked at Charlie, "I'm going to take Billy and
get in the car. He's ready but... " She looked along the hallway towards
her and Frank's bedroom door before looking back at Charlie, "... maybe
you could go and give him some... encouragement?"

Charlie understood, "Yeah... yeah of course." Isabelle placed a hand on
his shoulder and squeezed before walking Billy down the stairs. Charlie
approached the bedroom door and took a deep breath before opening it and
walking in.

He saw his father sat on his bed, his suit jacket laid by his side. He
was holding a framed photograph of himself and another teenage boy from
many years before. He said nothing as Charlie sat beside him, wrapped his
arm around him and rested his head on his shoulder. They sat in silence
for a few moments.

Frank sniffed and cleared his throat, "Ahem... this umm... this picture
was taken just after we were told about them. We'd just started fifth
year and... well, the mood wasn't good as I'm sure you can understand."

"Yeah." Charlie remembered being in the mess hall when all the boys had
been told about the 'Not friendly' and the reaction they had to the news.

"Lee though... " Frank smiled, "He had us all laughing in minutes. That's
just who he was. It was impossible to feel sad around him." Frank sniffed
again and looking up at his face Charlie could see the tears forming in
his eyes, "... My god Charlie... I miss him so much." Frank did his best
to maintain his composure.

Charlie turned to his father and hugged him tightly, "I know. I'm sure he
was an amazing person."

"He was." Frank nodded, "He really was." He turned his head to face his
eldest son, "I know you would have loved him."

"I bet." Charlie returned the smile his father gave him, "Well, today is
all about remembering what a great person he was. Him and everyone else
they took from us." Frank nodded in agreement, "Come on, Issy and Billy
are already in the car. We should get going."

"Yeah, you're right." Frank kissed Charlie's cheek, "Thanks son. I don't
think I could do this without you here."

"You don't need to worry about that." Charlie kissed him back, "I am
here." Charlie stood, picked up Frank's jacket and held it open for him
to put on. Frank rose from the bed and stepped into the garment before
the two of them left the bedroom, walked downstairs and left the house to
join Billy and Issy already waiting in the car for them. Frank switched
on the engine and began the long drive to the location of the friendly
memorial service for all the victims of the 'Not friendly'.

Upon arriving at the large country estate Frank parked where the many
other cars had been left before they exited the vehicle and walked
towards the large manor house. They were greeted by ushers at the main
entrance and directed to the dining hall where many people milled about
and chatted with tea, coffee and cold drinks. Isabelle and Frank said
hello to many people they had gone to school with and Frank ran into
Arthur Barnes and his son. Charlie and Martin chatted about how their
summer breaks had been while their fathers shook hands and Frank
apologised for his outburst at Wacky World. Arthur apologised for pushing
the subject of Lee and said he was glad to see him there. Charlie, Billy
and Martin left the adults talking in the room and stepped out into the
brilliant sunshine beaming down on the extensive gardens in which many
children were playing games and laughing together. They were discussing
whether or not they would be able to find the centre of the hedge maze
when Charlie heard his name being called, "Charlie!'

Charlie turned to look in the direction of the familar voice, "Aaron! Hey
man." Aaron walked up to them and they shared hugs and kisses, "So, you
came too?"

"Uh huh." Aaron nodded, "Me and my mum come every year."

Charlie understood. Aaron and his mother were the sole survivors of the
worst attack the 'Not friendly' had ever carried out, the destruction of
the Vietnam hub, so it made sense they would be here, "Well it's really
good to see you. We're mainly here to support our dad but we wanted to
pay our respects to everyone else too. I gotta say there's alot more
people here than I expected."

Aaron nodded, "Yeah there isn't usually this many. A bunch of guys from
school are here too with their parents. Lots of the older boys and their
families too. Apparently since they got him alot of people think it's
time to put all this behind us and move on and I guess this is a good way
to do that."

There was something in Aaron's voice as he said this that Charlie picked
up on but wasn't quite sure what it was, "You okay dude?"

"Huh? Oh yeah, I'm fine." Aaron assured him with a smile, "Me and a few
others were gonna play a game of tag if you guys wanna join?"

"Yeah!" Billy shouted. He loved playing tag. He loved playing any games
that involved running around like a crazy person.

The kids played in the gardens of the manor while inside the adults
quietly listened to the reading of all the names of every single victim
of the 'Not friendly' being read out. When the name Lee Harper was called
Frank swayed on the spot, Isabelle steadied him with a hug while Arthur
placed a hand on his shoulder and squeezed.

After the ceremony people left the dining hall and began to walk around
the grounds, talking with old friends, explaining to the younger children
why they were there and who they were remembering. Many of them were too
young to understand the specific details but they knew that some very bad
people had hurt people like them. That was enough.

After a long afternoon of playing with the other kids in the summer sun
Charlie had become very thirsty and excused himself from the game to go
into the house and get a drink. Finishing his glass of lemonade he saw
his father sitting alone in an armchair staring at a now cold cup of
coffee. He approached and put his hand on Frank's shoulder, "Hey... you
okay?"

Frank looked up at his son, "I... " He knew he should reassure his boy.
He knew he should be the responsible adult and just say he was fine...
but... , "... ... ... No... " He said quietly as he began to weep, "No
I'm not... "

Charlie leaned down and embraced his dad as tears began to fill his own
eyes, "Oh dad... I'm here okay? Anything you need. Just name it."

"Oh god!" Frank couldn't handle the pain any longer. He grabbed Charlie
and held onto him as if he were the most precious thing in the world. He
cried loudly causing some people to look in their direction although none
of them blamed him. The vast majority of them knew his pain having also
lost people close to them. Eventually Frank's sobs subsided and his grip
on his eldest son eased. Charlie sat in the chair next to him. Frank
looked at Charlie, "I was... I was just thinking back to when I first met
him... "

Charlie reached out and placed his hand on that of his father, "Tell me."

Frank sniffed and wiped his eyes. He looked at Charlie and smiled as he
fondly remembered the day he met his bunk buddy, "Me and your grandfather
had just arrived for the tour of Rockstaff. There was traffic so we were
late. I was the last one to meet the other boys in my year... "

Franky Hibbs was nervous. His father Charles had tried to reassure him
many times explaining that all the other boys were in the same boat, that
they were all probably nervous. It didn't completely assuage his fears.
Those fears were compounded by the fact that they were definitely going
to arrive late, "Dad! We should have been there half an hour ago!"

"I know son." Charles Hibbs agreed with his only son, "I know but don't
worry. There's always a small meet and greet before the tour so we won't
miss anything-"

"But all the boys will have already met each other!" Franky said, "And
I'll come in late and just be some weirdo loner kid... "

Charles smiled, "It won't be like that. I promise." He looked at his boy
in the rear view mirror, "Besides, we can't control the traffic and...
not to push the point too much but... you did insist we go to a few
different petrol stations looking for that gum you like-"

"It's not my fault hardly anywhere sells grape flavour." Franky had a
hard time accepting responsibility for anything, "People are stupid. If
more people liked it then it would be sold everywhere. It IS the best
flavour."

Charles chuckled and began to pull up to the large wrought iron gates of
Rockstaff boarding school, "Ah. Here we are." After pressing the button
on the intercom and speaking briefly with a disembodied gravely voice Mr.
Hibbs drove through the open gates and up the mile long drive to the main
building. He parked the car and the two of them got out. Charles noticed
the nervous look on Franky's face, "Hey." Frankie looked up at his smile,
"It'll be fine. I promise." He leaned down and brought his lips to that
of his son. They kissed deeply while Charles' fingers stroked behond his
his boy's ear just the way he liked, the way that calmed and reassured
him.

After a few moments they broke the kiss and hurried in through the main
entrance where a small man in a black suit showed them to the theatre,
"Thank you Phipps." Charles said as they entered the through the large
double doors.

Franky was very aware that every face in the room turned to look at them.
Apparently the noise of the door opening had interrupted the man speaking
from the stage. He felt incredibly embarrassed and his red face showed
it. Franky tried to shrink behind his father but his attempts to hide
were thwarted by his dad placing a hand on his back, "Please allow me to
apologise for our tardiness headmaster. Traffic was murder."

"You pass that accident a few miles down the road?" Asked a man sat next
to his blond haired son.

Charles looked at him, "We did. Looked nasty. Three car pile up."

The man nodded, "Yeah that made a few of us late. That blind corner is
bloody dangerous."

"It is." Mr. Hibbs agreed, "They really should sort that out." Franky
caught the eye of the blond boy who smiled at him. Franky was a little
embarrassed and looked back down at the floor. His father lightly pushed
him forward, "Come on, let's sit down."

The two of them sat in some chairs next to the man that had addressed
them and his son while the man on stage continued talking, "Well then,
now we are all here I can begin properly. Good afternoon and welcome. My
name is Mr. Ford, I am the headmaster of this prestigious school and in a
moment our resident history teacher, Mr. Rose here... " He indicated
another man standing beside him, "... will take you on a guided tour of
the grounds and introduce you all to your new home from home. I use the
word home because that is what this place truly is. When you are here you
are family. This is Rockstaff and Rockstaff boys stick together. The tour
will begin here in the theatre... "

Franky stopped listening to the headmaster when the blond boy to his
right tapped him on the arm, "Hey. How's it going?" The boy asked in a
whisper.

Franky couldn't help noticing his green eyes sparkling as he spoke to
him, his blond hair framing his smiling face, "Err... O... okay I guess."
Franky was still incredibly nervous.

"What's your name?" He asked.

"Umm Franky. Franky Hibbs."

The lad smiled widely, "Franky huh? Pressed to meet ya. The name's Lee."
The boy took a pack of bubblegum out of his pocket, "You like grape
flavour?"

Franky smiled, "Hell yeah." He took the offered piece of gum.

Lee beamed, "Cool-"

"Boys?!"

The headmaster was looking directly at the two of them, "I'm not finshed
and would appreciate your full attention please." Both boys' fathers
squeezed their sons' shoulders, the boys bowed their heads apologetically
and the headmaster kept talking, "As I was saying, we will end the tour
with you being assigned your bunk buddies... "

Franky and Lee had been looking at the floor after being admonished but
in the same moment looked at each other. The cheeky grin on Lee's face
was something Franky couldn't resist returning, 'I like this guy... '
Franky thought.

All through the tour the two boys laughed and joked with each other
becoming fast friends. All nervousness had melted away for Franky, he put
it down to meeting the coolest person he ever had in the form of his new
best friend Lee. Their closeness didn't escape the attention of the
history teacher Benjamin Rose who took great delight in their ecstatic
reaction to being told they would be bunk buddies.

When it was time to leave the two boys were hugging goodbye and Lee took
Franky by surprise by kissing him on the lips. When he pulled his face
back and smiled Franky beamed and couldn't help himself. He planted his
lips firmly back on Lee's and the two of them began to make out
passionately. They only stopped when Lee's father chuckled and said,
"Okay boys that's enough."

"Yep haha." Charles agreed, "You haven't started Rockstaff yet and we
really should hit the road."

The lads giggled and said goodbye returning to their respective cars.
Franky sat in the backseat looking out the window, dreamily smiling to
himself while absentmindedly rubbing his crotch.

Charles smiled as he looked at his son in the rear view mirror, "So. That
wasn't so bad was it?"

Fanky chuckled, "Haha. Nah it was okay."

"Your bunk buddy seems nice." Charles asked his son Knowingly.

Franky beamed, "Yeah! Lee's amazing!  I can't wait to start Rockstaff!"

Charles was so relieved Franky had gotten over his nerves. He loved to
see him so happy and had to remark, "Your mother would be so happy to
hear you say that son. I know she's watching us now and it would make her
so proud to see you like this."

Franky nodded, "Yeah. You're right." The boy returned to daydreaming
about Lee as he watched the trees and fields fly by the window-

"Umm... dad?" Charlie interrupted Frank's story, "What umm... what
happened to your mum?"

Frank looked at his eldest boy and sighed. On a day when he was
revisiting painful memories it just seemed fitting that now would be the
time to tell Charlie, "My mother... your grandmother... died when I was
very young. I was about two years old when she passed away after a short
battle with cancer. In all honesty I don't remember her but your
grandfather told me that she was a very loving and kind woman."

Charlie nodded, "Okay... Sorry, please carry on."

Frank did.

"Ohhhh fuck yeah!" Fourteen year old Lee screamed in pleasure as his bunk
buddy Franky pounded his arse hard, "Fuck yeah Franky! Mmmmmharder!"

Franky was fucking Lee as hard as he could while trying his best not to
cum yet. He liked the person he was fucking to cum before he did, "Ung
ung ung ohhhhfuck Lee! I'm... ahhhhmfuckingclose! Ung ung ung!"

"Yeah just! ... Just like that! Oh fuck! Ohhhhhhfffffffuuuuuuccckkkk!"
Lee's orgasm hit him like a ton of bricks and his cock shot forth spurt
after spurt of hot teen boy cum as Franky's cock hit his special spot
over and over just the way he liked it, "Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhh! ...
Ahhhhhhh... " He buried his face into the pillow he had been biting every
so often while his butt was fucked hard.

"Ohhhshit!" Franky felt Lee's arse tighten around his cock and knew he
had gotten him there. Now it was his turn, "Oh fuck! Ooohhhhgod! Ahhhh!
Ahhhh! Ahhhh!" He came deep inside Lee, "Ahhhhhhhhh... " before
collapsing on top of him. The two boys lay there panting and sweaty as
their sexual ecstasy took them. It was about ten minutes before Franky
said, "I'm gonna pull out now okay?"

"Yeah man. Go for it." Came Lee's reply and Franky pulled out of his
freshly fucked hole, "Hmmm... " Lee immediately turned over to look at
Franky and stroked his face while smiling, "God I'm gonna miss you over
half term."

Franky brought his hand up to Lee's cheek, "I know. I'll miss you too."
The two boys just smiled at each other in silence for a few minutes
before Lee leaned in and gently kissed Franky.

When he broke the kiss he whispered something Franky had been hoping to
hear for years, "I love you."

Lee laid his head back down on the pillow and waited with bated breath
for Franky's reaction. Franky looked into the eyes of the boy he had been
in love with since the day they had met and teared up. He sniffed,
grinned and said, "Oh Lee... I love you too!"

Lee beamed back, "You do?"

"Yes!" The two boys kissed again and embraced each other tightly. They
fell asleep in each other's arms in Franky's bed.

The next day the boys of Rockstaff were waiting for their parents to
arrive and drive them home for the spring half term break. Franky and Lee
had said their goodbyes to the other boys and were waiting for Charles
Hibbs to arrive and pick up Franky. He was late. One by one all the other
boys disappeared into their parents cars and left until the only people
still waiting were Franky, Lee and Lee's father Brian. Franky told them,
"Really guys, you don't need to wait with me. I know you have a long
drive home."

Lee waved away Franky's concerns, "We aren't going anywhere until we know
you're in your dad's car." He turned to his father, "Right dad?"

Mr. Harper nodded his agreement, "Absolutely. We're not just gonna leave
you standing here alone Franky."

Franky smiled, "Thanks guys."

The three of them continued to wait... and wait... and wait... By the
time the sun began to set Franky was becoming increasingly worried. Brian
suggested they go inside and ask the headmaster to try and contact
Franky's father.

Sat in the headmaster's office sipping the tea he had made them they
watched as Headmaster Ford tried each of the phone numbers on the list of
contact details Charles had provided to the school the day he had
enrolled his son. None of them answered. He placed the phone back on it's
reciever and looked at them, "Well. I don't know what to say. Noone
answered." He looked at Franky, "You and your father live in the Farraway
hub, yes?"

"Yes headmaster." Franky replied.

"Hmmm... alright then." The headmaster picked up the phone and dialled
another number then waited a few moments, "... ... ... Hello Barnabus.
How are you? ... ... Good, that's good... The purpose of my call? Yes,
well now this may seem like a strange question but... How are things in
Farraway right now? ... ... ... You're sure? No signs of any trouble
or... ... ... No... No nothing I just... I just needed to check. Thank
you so much. Have a lovely evening." He hung up and looked at the three
of them, "All seems normal in Farraway right now." He gave Brian a glance
that the man understood but the two boys wouldn't until they started
fifth year. Brian knew what the headmaster was really checking. He
continued, "Well, I'm sure their is an explanation for Mr. Hibbs' absence
but that doesn't help us now. What will help is arranging for you all to
stay the night. Mr. Harper you will stay in the guest quarters and I'm
sure you boys will be most comfortable in your room-" A knock at the door
interrupted the headmaster's sentence, "Enter." The door opened, "Phipps.
How may I help you?"

"Mr. Hibbs is here to see you." Phipps replied in his gravely voice.

"Finally!" Said Franky as his worry melted away to be replaced with anger
at his father's lateness, "What the hell took him so long?!"

"Please send him in." The headmaster said.

Franky rose from his chair and stood with his hands on his hips ready to
give his dad both barrels. His anger became confusion however as the man
that appeared in the doorway wasn't his father, "Wait... uncle Bill? What
are you doing here?"

The older brother of Charles Hibbs slowly walked up to his nephew. Franky
could see he had been crying and became more worried than ever. Once
standing before the boy Bill placed a hand on Franky's shoulder,
"Franky... please... please sit down."

"Why?" Franky looked towards the now empty doorway, "Where's dad?"

"We... " Bill fought back tears and sniffed before clearing his throat,
"Ahem... We should really sit down."

Franky was scared now. Uncle Bill was a strong man, stoic. Franky had
never seen him cry before. He did as he was told and sat in the chair he
had been in moments before while Bill sat in a chair across from him and
took both of Franky's hands in his own. Franky asked in a quiet voice,
"... What's... going on?"

Bill squeezed his nephew's hands, "... I... I have something to tell you
and... it's going to be very difficult to hear." Franky's heart was
pounding in his chest. He had never been this scared in his life as Bill
continued, "... but please know you are not alone. You have me and I love
you, okay?"

Franky's eyes began to water, "Where's dad?" His voice was cracking as he
demaned to know, "Uncle Bill? Where is he?"

Bill took a deep breath and let it out slowly, "Pheeeew... " He looked
into Franky's eyes, "Franky... your father was driving to come and
collect you. He was just a few miles away when... he came to a
particularly dangerous blind turn... "

Franky shook his head, "No... "

"... A speeding car came from his side... there was no way he could have
seen it... he had no chance to react-"

"No!" Franky shouted, "NO!"

"... the other car struck the side of your father's... the paramedics did
all they could but... "

"NO!" Franky pulled his hands away from his uncle's and stood up, "NO NO
NO! WHAT ARE YOU SAYING?! WHERE IS HE?! WHERE'S MY DAD?!"

Bill broke down, "I'm so sorry Franky... He's gone-"

"NOOOO!" Franky screamed, "YOU'RE LYING! WHY ARE YOU LYING?!" Franky
approached his uncle and grabbed his shirt in both fists, "WHERE IS MY
DAD?!"

"HE'S DEAD!" Bill screamed back, "HE'S DEAD FRANKY!... Your father... My
brother... He died before they got him to the hospital."

"NONONONONONO!" Franky shook his uncle violently.

Bill wrapped his arms around Franky and held him tightly as the boy
struggled against the embrace, "I'm sorry... I'm so sorry... "

"NO! NONONO!" Tears streamed down Franky's face, "Noooo... Where is he?!
I want... I... " His words became sobs, "... I w w want my d d
daddyyyyyyy... " He collapsed into his uncle's embrace and cried hard.

Feeling his bunk buddy's pain and shock Lee was crying as he wrapped his
arms around Franky too while Brian placed a hand on both boys' shoulders.
Bill held Franky tightly as they both cried for hours.

"Oh my god... " Charlie said as his own tears began, "Dad... I... I'm so
sorry... "

Frank nodded nodded and sniffed, "Yeah. That was... that was the most
painful moment of my life... up until then at least... "

"There were worse moments?!" Charlie asked almost unable to believe his
father.

Frank nodded, "Oh yes... " He sniffed and continued with his story.

Bill took care of the funeral arrangements and it was decided that the
best place for Franky would be with Lee and his family. Bill wanted to
take Franky in but being an agent of networking and connections meant he
often had to go away on business. Franky wasn't sure what kind of
business it was but understood he was too young to be left alone and
besides, he needed the love and support of Lee more than ever. And he was
given it. He had always been treated like one of the family whenever he
visited but now it felt even more so. Lee's parents saw Franky as an
adopted son and so of course, when the boys were seventeen, they invited
him to move with them to the hub being built up in, "Vietnam?"

"That's right." Brian smiled at Lee and Franky, "It's relatively new,
only set up this last decade, and very international. There'll be people
there from all over the world. It's an ambitious project but one that I'm
sure we will all be excited to be a part of and I know you boys will love
it."

"Oh wow!" Lee was very excited and turned to Franky, "Guess we should
start packing."

"Ah ah ah not so fast." Said Lee's mother Joyce, "There is alot to sort
out and arrange first. We won't be making the move for at least a year."

"That's right." Agreed Brian, "Besides we have more pressing matters to
attend to. We need to get you boys some suits for your coming out ball."

The boys shared a smile. Having finished their last year of Rockstaff
just a week before they were looking forward to a long summer of
celebrations with many gatherings to go to but first their coming out
ball at Whetmound was just a few days away. It was a celebration of the
boys of Rockstaff and the girls of Whetmound finishing their education
and joining the friendly community as fully fledged adults. It was also a
chance for them to meet each other properly and discuss building families
to create the next generation of the friendly.

Brian helped the boys pick out some very smart suits and finally the day
arrived. They drove to Whetmound and the boys were astonished when they
arrived. Rockstaff was a beautiful old manor house with lovely grounds
but Whetmound was nothing less than a palace! Marble statues of greek
goddesses lined the long drive up to the main building flanked by row
after row of rose bushes and flowerbeds. If the grounds were impressive
actually entering the large, ornate grand hall was like stepping into a
fairy tale. The light from crystal chandeliers glistened off of the
antique furniture covered in gold leaf. Franky looked around the room in
awe, "Wow... "

Joyce placed a hand on Franky's shoulder, "Yes it is nice isn't it? Can
you see why us Whetmound girls are so proud of our school now?"

"Yes!" Replied both Franky and Lee at the same time, their eyes wide as
they looked all around them.

Brian laughed, "Yeah I remember reacting the same way when I came here
for my ball. Everything looks so beautiful. " He wrapped one arm around
his wife, "Then I saw you." She smiled at him, "And you smiled that smile
haha. Then all this shiny stuff looked like nothing in comparison."

"Oh Brian... " The two of them shared a passionate kiss.

As the hall filled with boys, girls and their parents waiters carried
around trays of glasses of champagne. After a speech by the headmistress
of Whetmound and a speech by Headmaster Ford a light dinner was served.
It was, of course, delicious. After the meal all guests were ushered
outside to enjoy a grandiose fireworks display while the staff cleared
away the tables and chairs to make space for dancing and socialising, the
music form the orchestra starting up being the signal to return to the
grand hall. Former students and their parents milled about and chatted
but mainly kept to their friends and people they knew. It was always
difficult to get the boys and girls together at first, they were both so
nervous! Luckily the headmistress and headmaster Ford took to the dance
floor to light applause soon to be joined by sets of parents. It seemed
to break the ice and soon Arty Barnes was saying to the other boys in his
year group, "Well lads, wish me luck."

Watching Arty, the boy who had always been the smallest and most timid of
their year group, stride across the dance floor with confidence towards
the waiting group of Whetmound girls seemed to encourage the other boys
to do so. Lee and Franky shared a grin and walked across the floor
themselves.

Franky saw her long before he got there. Her hair was tied up in an
elaborate style that he couldn't name but knew he liked. Her dress was
flowing and a light blue that had always been his favourite colour. She
saw him looking at her as he approached and smiled as she looked back.
Without missing a beat Franky grabbed a couple of glasses of champagne
from the tray of a passing waiter and did a little spin coming to a stop
in front of the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, offering her a
glass, "Bonjeur."

She giggled and took the glass, "You speak french?"

"No." He grinned, "Just that one word."

She laughed, "You're funny."

"Funny looking or... " He asked, the cheeky grin never leaving his face.

"Haha no...no, not funny looking." She looked deep into his eyes, "My
name's Isabelle. I prefer Issy."

"Frank." He returned her smile, "Frank Hibbs."

The two of them chatted for a while and drank champagne before taking to
the dance floor. Frank wasn't a great dancer. In fact he had two left
feet but still he and Issy had a wonderful time.

After a few dances Issy suggested they go the the veranda to talk some
more. Standing there looking out over the breathtaking grounds of
Whetmound they asked each other about everything. All their hopes, dreams
and fears. They had alot in common including the desire to start a family
and have at least two sons. When Frank mentioned his plan to move with
Lee's family to the Vietnam hub Issy was incredibly excited, "Oh wow!
That sounds amazing! I would love to do something like that."

Frank smiled, "Well, maybe you could." He placed his hand on top of
Issy's that was resting on the stone wall by which they were standing,
"Come with me."

Issy smiled and lightly shook her head, "I... I can't."

"Why not?" Fank asked.

"I couldn't leave my mother." Issy explained, "Since my father passed I'm
all she's got."

Frank felt it. The stabbing pain in his stomache he hadn't felt for quite
some time. The pain that reminded him his father was gone. He tried his
best but his expression betrayed his pain. Tears formed in his eyes and
he sniffed to try to fight them but it was too late, Issy had noticed,
"Frank? What's wrong?"

"I... " He managed to find the words, "My... father died too... a few
years ago. I know how it feels and... it still hurts."

"Oh... oh you poor thing." Instinctively Issy reached a hand up to
Frank's head and stroked behind his ear with her fingers... just the way
Frank's father used to do... he hadn't felt that in years.

He looked at her with amazement as his pain melted away. She seemed to
glow as she emanated care and compassion. He had only one thought, '...
I'm going to marry this woman.'

"Oh wow." Charlie said, "So that's how you met Issy?"

Frank nodded, "Yep. I knew in that moment she was the one for me."

"Huh... Oh. But wait... " Charlie realised something, "You never did move
to Vietnam though... what happened?"

Frank took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, "Well... I had a very tough
choice to make. It took a very long time, almost a year, but
eventually... I had to tell him... "

"What the fuck Franky?!" Lee was furious, "You can't be serious?!"

"I am serious." Frank didn't want to upset his bunk buddy and the boy he
had loved so much for years but he had to be honest, "I can't go with
you."

"Yes you can!" Lee shouted, "Just bring her with you!"

"Lee darling... " Joyce placed a hand on her son's shoulder, "... this
has obviously been very difficult for Franky to talk to us about. Please
calm down."

"She can't leave her mother." Frank explained, "She's all she has-"

"So that's it then?!" Lee shouted, "You're just gonna throw away
everything for her?!"

"Lee!" Brian said.

"NO!" Lee stood up from the kitchen table and slammed his fist down on
it. He looked angrily at Frank, "If she's more important to you than
me... than us... " He waved his hand at the other members of Frank's
adopted family, "... then fine. We'll go to Vietnam and you can just GO
FUCK YOURSELF!" He stormed out of the kitchen leaving Frank sat with
Brian and Joyce.

Frank looked at Brian and Joyce who looked back with kind understanding,
"I... I'm so sorry... " He began to weep.

"Ohhh Franky sweetheart... " Joyce rose from her chair and moved around
the table to hug the crying eighteen year old, "... you have absolutely
nothing to apologise for."

"Indeed." Agreed Brian as he took Frank's hand in his own and squeezed,
"We understand completely. You have to do what you have to do and please
remember son, you will ALWAYS be a member of our family. No matter where
you are. Always."

"That's right." Joyce agreed with her husband as she hugged Frank
tightly, "We love you Franky."

Things moved quickly after that. Frank moved in with Issy and her mother
while the Harper family made arrangements for their move to the Vietnam
hub. Lee still refused to say a single word to Frank even as they were
saying goodbye at the airport. As he watched Lee leave through the gate
he hesitated for a moment but as the boy he had loved more than anyone in
his life finally disappeared from view Frank shouted, "I love you!" He
would never know if Lee had heard him.

Frank got a job with an office supply company and worked his way up.
After a few years he was able to afford to buy Issy and himself a home of
their own and they moved out of Issy's mother's place though not too far
away. They married and Issy wanted to get to work on starting their
family right away and Frank wanted to but... he was in so much pain. He
began to drink heavily. He hadn't heard a word from Lee in years and
assumed he still hated him. He did have regular correspondence with Brian
and Joyce however who kept him updated on Lee's work in a local nature
preserve. Lee had always loved animals. It was difficult since the
Vietnam hub was what some would call 'out in the sticks' so had a mail
package in and a mail package out once a month.

Frank was taking more and more opportunities to go on business trips at
work. They served to interrupt any attempts at starting a family. Frank
wanted to start a family with Issy but was terrified that if he did he
would just fuck it up like everything else. It was during one of these
drunken business trips that he met Jenny Brown and all his attempts at
avoiding the inevitable fell flat on their face. Given the birth of his
first son, looking at little Charlie in his arms, Frank made the decision
to finally grow up and be the man he needed to be, the father his son
deserved. He went on less and less business trips and made more of an
effort to concieve with Issy which they finally managed to do with the
boy born just over two years later. Billy's birth gave him even more
drive to step up and be a better man. He decided he would never go away
on bisiness again, making his wife and sons his number one priority in
life. Issy noticed the marked change in him and after they had celebrated
Billy's first birthday she thought the time was right to encourage him
to, "Write to him Frank."

"He doesn't want to hear from me." Frank dismissed her suggestion, "He
hates me."

"You don't know that." Issy reassured him, "It's been years. From what
you've told me the last words said between you weren't good and you love
him too much to leave it that way. You owe it to yourself to try." She
stroked behind his ear.

Frank took a deep breath and sighed, "Yeah... yeah you're right."

Frank sat down at his desk in his study and wrote a long letter to Lee.
He told him about everything, his wedding, his troubles with how they
left it, his pain and his drinking to try and deal with it all, his one
night stand leading to the birth of his first son and the birth of Billy
two years later, everything. He posted the letter and prepared himself to
wait the two months it would take for a reaponse to come, if one came at
all.

The news he recieved back wasn't from Lee. It wasn't from anyone in the
Vietnam hub. It was news that shook the world of the friendly. The
Vietnam hub had been completely destroyed. Lee and his family, along with
all but two of the residents, had been wiped out. Slaughtered. Murdered
in cold blood. Frank would never know if Lee read or even recieved his
letter. He would never know if he ever forgave him. This wound would
never heal.

And here they sat, Frank and his eldest son Charlie, in the drawing room
of a large country manor where the memorial service for all those people
had been held that day. Frank finshed his story and the two of them sat
in silence for a moment. Charlie spoke first, "Dad... I... I had no
idea... you went through all that... I... I... " Charlie had no idea what
to say.

Frank looked at him, "It's okay son. You don't have to say anything.
Honestly... there really isn't anything anyone can say." Frank sniffed
and wiped his eyes, "I just... I just wish I knew you know? I wish I knew
if he... died... hating me or not... I suppose I never will... "

Charlie placed his hand on Frank's, "Is there anything I can do?"

"Yes, there is." Frank replied and Charlie waited, ready to do anything
his father asked, "... go and play. Have some fun with your brother and
the other kids. Be happy." Frank smiled.

Charlie smiled back and squeezed his dad's hand, "Okay." He stood up and
walked away leaving Frank in his memories of the past. Outside he found
Tommy, Ricky and Martin talking amongst themselves in slightly annoyed
voices. He greeted them as he approached, "Hey guys. What's up?"

"Aaron's attitude." Tommy said.

"Huh?" Charlie didn't know what Tommy meant.

"He just went off at everyone!" Ricky explained, "Said we were all here
for show. That none of us actually cared."

"Really?" Charlie looked at Martin.

"Yeah!" Martin replied, "He accused us of not giving a shit cos we only
came to the memorial since they got him. Me and my family have been LOADS
of times!"

Charlie thought for a moment, "Hmm... where is he?"

"He ran off that way." Ricky pointed towards a small garden encircled by
some hedges.

"Okay... Lemme go and talk to him." Charlie said before setting off in
the direction that Ricky had pointed.

Walking under an arch made of bushes charlie found himself in a small
garden of flowerbeds surrounding a fountain in it's centre. Sitting on
the edge of the fountain looking into the water was Aaron, the stains on
his face betraying the fact he had been crying. Charlie approached, "Hey
man. Can I sit down?" Aaron sniffed and nodded, "Thanks." Charlie took a
seat next to Aaron and looked into the water. The two boys just sat in
silence for a while.

Eventually Aaron spoke quietly, "It's not fair... "

"Hmm?" Charlie looked away from the water at Aaron who was still staring
at his own shaky reflection.

"It's just not fair... Me and my mum come every year and... there was
never this many people. I've seen some of the guys from school but...
never this many... " Aaron sniffed, "They all just... They all keep
talking about 'putting this all behind us' and 'moving on'... ... moving
on... " Aaron looked at Charlie angrily, "How the fuck can I move on?!
Listening to their names over and over again won't bring my dad back! It
won't bring any of them back! And these fuckers turn up NOW and want to
MOVE ON?! FUCK THEM!"

"Aaron... " Charlie tried his best, "I know... I know this is hard man.
Really I do but... that's what this day is all about. Remembering them
and helping each other come to terms with it all. Then looking forward-"

"Fuck that!" Aaron shouted, "I get why you were never here but your dad?
His wife? Billy? And all the others? Why didn't they ever show their
faces before today?!"

Charlie remembered the sadness he felt while listening to his father's
story, "Aaron... my... my dad did want to come. Really he did but... it
was... too painful. It must be the same for alot of people-"

"Well I lost my fucking DAD! My whole fucking HUB! You think that wasn't
painful for me or my mum?!"

"I'm not saying that!" Charlie placed his hands on Aaron's shoulders,
"Really I'm not. Noone can ever say that any of this was easy for you but
dude... it hasn't been easy for anyone... "

Aarons eyes began to water, "Charlie... I... miss him... I miss...
everything I NEVER had... everything that was stolen from me... "

"I know man... " Charlie pulled Aaron into a hug, "... I know. So many of
us lost so much and so many people we care about." Aaron sobbed softly
into Charlie's shoulder, "My dad told me about who he lost. He lost so
many people in his life. I had no idea. I never knew his mum died when he
was two or that his dad died when he was just a couple years older than I
am now... or that his bunk buddy Lee was at the Vietnam hub too... "

Aaron sniffed and left Charlie's embrace to look at him, "Lee?"

"Uh huh." Charlie nodded, "He was my dad's bunk buddy and when my grandad
died he went to live with him and his family. He was gonna move out there
with them too but he met his wife so he stayed here."

Aaron regarded Charlie with a curious look, "Lee Harper?"

Charlie was a little surprised, "Err... yeah."

"Is your dad's name Frank?" Aaron asked.

Charlie was now very surprised, "Yeah. Yeah it is. Aaron? How do you
know-"

"Come with me." Aaron stood up and began to walk briskly back towards the
manor house. Charlie hurried to keep up.

Entering the foyer and heading to the stairs a small Vietnamese woman
asked, "Aaron? Where you go?"

Aaron turned to her, "Mum, I just wanna show Charlie the records room."

She nodded, "Okay. Be good." She turned back to the other adults she had
been speaking with.

"We will." Aaron replied then turned to Charlie, "Come on, it's just up
here."

Upstairs, Aaron led charlie down a long corridor until they came to their
destination. Aaron opened the door and walking in he turned on the
lights. Charlie could see they were in a small museum of sorts, "This is
the records room." Aaron explained, "It's where we keep all the documents
and stuff that survived the fires. Photo albums, legal contracts and
things like that." Aaron approached a file cabinet and pulled it open. He
began rifling through the files, "It took years to salvage everything.
One of the last things they found was the mail bag. We got and sent mail
once a month since we were so far away from everything. I've been coming
here for years so I've gone through all this stuff."

"Wait... so, the people in the Vietnam hub sent letters before they
died?" Charlie asked.

"They were going to." Aaron answered, "The attack happened before the
pickup that month." He was still looking through the files.

"Well... why didn't they send them when they found them?"

"They thought about it." Aaron said, "I heard them talking about it. In
the end so much time had gone by they thought doing that would open up
old wounds ah hah!" Aaron had found what he was looking for.

He turned to Charlie with a slightly charred envelope in his hand, "This
is your address right?"

Charlie took the envelope and read it. He saw his father's name and
underneath it his address. At the bottom of the envelope was the name Lee
Harper above the return address, "Yeah... yeah this... this letter is for
my dad!" Charlie said amazed. The two boys looked at each before
exchanging a nod and leaving the room.

Frank was still sat in the same arm chair, thinking to himself about all
that he had lost when Charlie approached, "Dad?" Frank looked up, "I... I
have something to give you." Charlie held out the envelope.

Frank took it and looked at the addresses and names written there with
wide eyes, "This is... this is Lee's handwriting... " He looked at
Charlie and Aaron, "Where did you get this?" Aaron explained about the
records room. Frank nodded, "I see... " He just stared at the letter in
his hand.

"Open it." Charlie encouraged him.

Frank looked at him then back to the letter. Issy had finished talking
with some other women and approached. She placed her hand on Frank's
shoulder. Frank continued to just stare at the partially blackened paper
rectangle in his hand, "What if... what if I don't want to read what's
inside? What if it just says he still hated me?"

Issy stroked behind Frank's ear, "Darling, if he felt that way I doubt he
would have bothered to write you a letter at all."

Frank enjoyed the sensation of Issy's fingers working their magic and
breathed deep, "Hmmm yeah. Yeah you're right." He opened the envelope,
took out the letter and read...


Dear Franky

You have no idea how happy I am that you decided to write to me. I am so
sorry for the way I acted. It has haunted me every single day since we
last spoke. Mum and dad always tell me to write to you but I just
couldn't bring myself to. I was too ashamed. I am so sorry for what I
said and treating you that way. I understand why you decided to stay
behind and I want you to know you have my full support. I was being
childish in wanting to keep you to myself. I can't say I approve of your
little escapade with this Jenny person but hey, you got a son out of it
haha. Issy really is lovely and I'm glad you two are happy. So happy to
hear about little Billy too. You are all welcome to come visit here
anytime. I'd love to introduce you to my wife Rosa. She's from Italy and
has given me three beautiful children, two girls and a boy. Their names
are Beth, Annabelle and Franky. Guess who he's named after haha. Life
here can be tough sometimes. The infrastructure of Vietnam isn't great
but everyone is working really hard. We'll get there. Please write back
as soon as you can. I can't wait to hear from you again.

Yours
Lee

Ps/- I'm sorry I didn't say it back at the airport. The truth is I do
love you. I have always loved you and I always will x


Frank held the letter in his shaking hands as tears streamed down his
face. He read it again and again, the words becoming more real each time.
He could almost hear Lee's voice in his head saying them, "... He... he
didn't hate me... He loved me!" Frank broke down in tears as Issy wrapped
her arms around him. Charlie hugged his dad too. They held him like that
as he cried.

Billy came running up to them, "Mummy?! Daddy?! Is this true?! An older
boy told me that yellow snow tastes like... daddy? Why are you crying?"
Billy's worry was evident on his face.

Frank sniffed, wiped his eyes and smiled at his youngest boy, "I'm okay
son. Really I am." He held open his arms, "Come give daddy a BIG hug!"

Billy smiled and jumped into his father's embrace. Frank held Billy
tightly as Charlie and Issy both hugged Frank again. This was a Hibbs
family hug.

********

Counsellor Logan opened the door to Carter's new dorm room, "And here we
are. Your new home."

Carter walked into the room and looked around. He turned back to
Counsellor Logan, "There are four beds?"

"That's right." The counsellor said, "All the boys at the academy live in
shared rooms. It helps build a sense of community."

Carter put his bag down on one of the beds, "I ain't never shared a room
before... will they be my age?"

"No. We like to match up younger boys with older ones so they can look
after them. I believe... " The counsellor looked at a piece of paper in
his hand, "... yeah. You will be bunking with a new starter, he's eleven
and two older boys who are fourteen and sixteen." The counsellor looked
at Carter's glum expression as the boy sat on his bed, "Hey, don't worry.
You'll be fine. The boys you are gonna be with are really nice. They'll
help you get settled. Okay?'

"Mmm... okay." Carter offered a weak smile, "When will I meet them?"

"The new school year starts in one week." The counsellor said, "The other
boys will arrive then."

"Might be a little cramped with four of us in here." Carter observed.

The counsellor smiled, "Four of you... for most of the year."

"What do you mean?" Carter asked.

"Well... in a few months we will have some boys from our sister school,
Rockstaff staying here and... we will need you boys to make room for
them."

"You're kidding right?!" Carter frowned, "Five of us in here?!"

"Umm... no." The counsellor corrected him, "Err... six."

"Six?!" Carter couldn't believe it, "Why?!"

"Well they do things differently at Rockstaff." Counsellor Logan
explained, "All of their boys are paired up with what they call bunk
buddies. We can't split them up while they're here."

"Why not?!" Carter demanded.

"It wouldn't be fair on them Carter. It's just what they do. It won't be
that bad. Bedsides they'll only be here a couple weeks and it's a good
opportunity to make some new friends."

"Hmm... " Carter looked at the floor, "Well I guess I don't have a choice
do I?"

The counsellor patted the boy on the shoulder, "I'll give you some
privacy so you can get settled." He left the room closing the door behind
him.

Carter sighed and laid back on his bed thinking to himself, 'How the hell
am I gonna jerk off in a room with three other guys in it?!'

He didn't know at the time that he would be doing alot more than jerking
off in that room.


AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hi everyone. It feels so good to return to the world of
the friendly. I currently have alot going on with IRL stuff but I will
endeavour to keep installments of this story as regular as possible. As
always thanks for reading and I hope you all have a lovely day.

Edgar Friendly