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Cornish Tales and Piskey Tails.

 

Part six.

 

 

Freddie Montgomery says...

When I arrive at the bungalow, I'm really happy when I see Zac's car parked near the front door, which is open, as are all the windows. I lean my bike against the front of the place, go into the hall, and chuckle when I hear Kris say from somewhere in the place, "The hot water has warmed up now, so you can wash your dirty underpants," and Zac's reply, "And you can wash your mouth out."

 

I shout through to them, "It will have to be red hot for that!"

 

Kris walks into the hall, and there's a massive grin on his face when he sees me. "You took your bloody time! Me and Zac have almost finished making the place livable."

 

Zac appears behind him, wearing a grey sleeveless vest that shows off his tanned, well muscled shoulders; black, short, snug-fitting shorts that reveal strong thighs and shapely legs covered with soft, downy hair; and trainers without socks, and the thought goes through my mind that he really is a beautiful specimen of a young man in his prime, and I feel a warm little shiver go through me because I know he now belongs to me. He smiles broadly... a definite pleased-to-see-you smile, and says, "I was getting worried you wouldn't make it."

 

I shrug my shoulders. "It's dad's fault. Of all days, he decided today to take me to Wadebridge to get a new school uniform. Didn't Kris tell you?"

 

"Of course I told him," says Kris. Then he adds, "He just can't wait to get his hands on you."

 

"Will you just sod off for a while!" Zac snarls playfully. "Go and play on the motorway or something."

 

"Huh! That's a nice way to treat somebody who's just offered his body to you if your boyfriend didn't turn up!"

 

I giggle at Kris's daft talk. "You don't need to go. I'm sweltering. I need a drink. Get me a drink of orange if there is one."

 

When Kris walks away, Zac walks to me, puts his hands on my shoulders, stares down into my eyes, and then kisses me softly on the lips before he says, "I've missed you."

 

I smile up into his beautiful eyes. "I've missed you. I want a proper hug when Kris has gone."

 

Zac grins. "I'll get rid of him pronto."

 

I shake my head. "I don't have to be back until late, so we've got plenty of time. And all day tomorrow."

 

Zac lifts his eyebrows. "All day tomorrow? Do your mum and dad know you're coming here?"

 

"Yes. I told them that me and Kris would help you settle in over the weekend. I'll catch a bus in the morning because dad said he and mum would visit you tomorrow afternoon if I asked you and you said you didn't mind, so I won't come on my bike because I'll be going back with them. I thought about us all having tea here."

 

Zac grins. "Entertaining the in-laws. That should be fun." He jerks his head over his shoulder. "Do we invite Trouble in there?"

 

I nod. "Yes. That would be a good idea. It sort of gives the impression that we're not here alone."

 

"Okay. I was thinking not so long ago what a clever young man you are, especially when James told me to tell you that he's sorry for making you ill."

 

I'm about to tell him that I can be deceitful when I need to be, when Kris walks into the hall with a large glass of orange juice, and says, "That freezer is brilliant! It's made ice cubes already."

 

I take the drink from him, drink half of it in one go, walk into the lounge, and look around. It's got a nice feel about the place, and I love the long, leather sofa. I sit on it and bounce up and down, and grin when I say to Zac, "I like this."

 

He points a finger at me. "Don't spill your drink on the carpet. I'm only renting this place."

 

Kris butts in. "When you've finished your drink, I'll show you around."

 

I'm grinning at Zac when he shrugs his shoulders and says, "He's taken over. Anyway, the car is almost running on empty, so I'll go and fill up while Patrick and Mr Krabs make themselves at home. Where's the nearest filling station?"

 

"You've got a disused airfield here, and a cheese factory, but no filling station." I point towards the south. "You'll have to go to Valley Truckle at Camelford to fill up. It's on the main road, at the other end of the town. It'll take you about twenty minutes there and back."

 

Zac nods. "Okay. Anything I can get for you guys while I'm there?"

 

"Yeah," says Kris, "Bring some sweets and crisps. You haven't got any here."

 

Zac is grinning when he picks up his car keys and wallet and goes out.

     

**********

    

"Well, what do you think?"

 

I grin at Kris. "It's brilliant."

 

Kris grins back at me. "Come on, I'll show you the bedroom."

 

When we go into it, Kris kicks off his trainers and dives onto the bed. I giggle. "You'd best get off there before he bollocks you!"

 

He pulls a stupid face. "He already has. That's why I took my trainers off."

 

"And then what?"

 

Kris pulls down the front of his shorts and shows me his dick. "Then I showed him this."

 

"You didn't!"

 

"I did. Then he told me that unless I wanted his big dick up my arse, I'd better get off the bed."

 

"And then what did you do?"

 

"I got off the bed of course. I'm not having a dick right up my arse... yet! That's something you have to learn to do over time."

 

We're both laughing when I jerk a finger at him and tell him to get off the bed. Then we spend some time looking at the rest of the place before I tell Kris to go home for an hour when Zac gets back so I can have some time alone with him.

 

He giggles. "So he can suck you off?"

 

I thump him on the arm. "Don't be stupid!"

 

Kris's face suddenly becomes serious. "I'm not as stupid as you think, Freddie."

 

"What do you mean?"

 

Kris flops down on the sofa and pats the seat next to him. "Sit down Freddie. I'm going to give you some advice."

 

"Advice?"

 

Kris's blue eyes look up and stare into mine. "Advice, Freddie. From your best pal. Now sit down!"

 

I suddenly feel nervous, so I sit beside him, waiting for what he has to say. He's looking down, between his legs, thinking, so I tell him, "Go on then."

 

He looks up at me. "I've been thinking, Freddie. You and Zac have got back together and I don't want anything to break you up again. You don't know what it's like being really gay like me and Zac are. You know I'm into blokes, and I don't mind telling you that I fancy your Zac like mad. He'll need to get it off with somebody if he can't have it off with you. Have you thought about that?"

 

I feel sick at what Kris has said, and that's because I know he's right. I shrug my shoulders. "He had a boy in Brazil somewhere that he was doing stuff with."

 

"He told you that?"

 

I nod. "I sort of got him to tell me when we were at Smuggler's Cove."

 

"Didn't that hurt you?"

 

Again I nod. "A bit. But then he told me it was just sex and that the boy didn't really mean anything to him and that all he ever thought about was me, and that even when he was doing stuff with the boy, he was pretending he was doing it with me."

 

"And how did you feel about that?"

 

I look at Kris, and grin. "I was flattered."

 

Kris giggles. "I should think you were! Fuckin' `ell! He does love you! I wish he was mine!"

 

I adopt a pretend-angry face and point a finger at him. "Keep your fucking hands off him!"

 

Kris becomes serious again. "And how long do you think he'll be able to keep his hands off you?"

 

"What do you mean?"

 

"What I mean, Freddie, is that him sucking you off is no different than when I've sucked you off when we've been playing about and doing stuff to find out what it felt like. What we were doing is the sex stuff he needs. Now either you give it to him, or he's going to get it somewhere else. He's not a fucking saint, and if you think he's going to live the rest of his life without having it off with somebody, then you need your fucking head examining! So, once you've really got back together, why don't you let him have you that way? I mean, it's not going to fucking hurt you, is it? That way you'll keep him from going with other boys."

 

Although what Kris has said makes sense, it still makes me angry, and I snarl at him, "But he won't love them!"

 

Kris just shrugs his shoulders. "Then that's fine! Just let him fuck off and shag all the boys around here, but it doesn't matter because he doesn't love them. What fucking world are you living in?"

 

His words really upset me, and I can't help the tears seeping from my eyes. But I don't want to show Kris that I'm upset, so I turn away from him and look at the back of the room. But when Kris puts a hand on my shoulder and squeezes it, I know he knows what's happening to me. So I turn back to him, and ask, "What am I going to do Kris?"

 

Kris shrugs his shoulders. "I'm worried about you Freddie. You seem to be living in a dream world. I can't work you out. When he's not with you, how do you think about him?"

 

I shrug my shoulders. "I don't know what you mean."

 

"Well, do you think about him holding you? (I nod.) Do you think about him having his clothes on or off?"

 

"Both. That's the strange thing." I've recovered from the sniffles now, and I sit up and lean against the back of the sofa. Kris sits back with me. I turn and grin at him. "When we were at Smuggler's Cove, he almost had nothing on. I wanted to be in his arms most of the time. I did actually. I went to him and loved him like that. We even kissed. Not tongues. I wouldn't let him do that. It was just a sort of loving kiss."

 

Kris grins. "Was it nice?"

 

I nod. "Yes. It was what I wanted."

 

"But what did Zac want?"

 

Again I shrug my shoulders. "He'd already told me he's gay and wants me that way. He even wanted me when I was really little. He said I've always been a sexy sod in his eyes. But he couldn't have done anything then because we were in an impossible situation."

 

"And now?"

 

"I've told you. He does want me that way, but he said he'd never do anything that I didn't want. He said he loves me, and because I love him, that's good enough for him." I hesitate for a moment. "But now you've said what you have about him needing to fuck me, I'm not sure it will work."

 

Kris's voice is loud when he says, "I didn't say he needed to fuck you! You're twisting things! I said he wanted to love you! There's a fucking difference between loving you and fucking you, you daft sod! With Zac, he wants to love you and you to love him, and he wants to feel at you. He probably wants to wank you and suck you off as well so you can feel the stuff that he feels. It's part of what he is. He loves your body as well as you. That's what I was getting at when we first started talking about this shit. Why don't you let him feel you up sometimes?"

 

I chuckle. "I told you. I already have. I took my trunks off and made him have a feel at my dick and balls. Then I turned over and let him have my back. I told him it was something he could think about when he was wanking over me."

 

"I know you said he had, but I didn't realize you went that far. Did he put his fingers up your arse?"

 

"No you daft sod! He just felt at it, and my back and neck and legs."

 

"Didn't it give you a hard on?"

 

I snigger. "Yes. When I turned back over, it was rock hard."

 

Kris laughs. "What did he say to that?"

 

"He just grinned and told me to cover it up before he got carried away."

 

Now, Kris is giggling so hard that he's holding his dick to stop pissing himself, and he manages to gurgle, "You're fucking weird, you are! You say you don't know whether you're gay, and then you let him feel you up until he's given you a raging hard on. If he had any sense, he'd have sucked you off there and then. I'm surprised he didn't just turn you over and slam his dick right up you! You fucking tease!"

 

That makes us both helpless with laughter, and when I tell him that I was teasing him on the sofa, Kris just shakes his head and calls me a `Prick Teaser'. When we've calmed down, I look at Kris, shrug my shoulders, and ask, "What am I going to do?"

 

Kris grins. "Now you've told me you've already let him feel you up and you got a hard on, it will happen anyway. You won't be able to help it. After a while you'll enjoy being wanked and sucked by him. You'll get used to each other. Then when you get older, because he's into you big style, you'll have to make up your own mind where you want to go from there. If you still love each other, then you'll still love each other, and if you're not gay, then you'll find a bird and marry her."

 

"Do you think he'll still love me when I'm older if I marry a girl?"

 

"You've both gone five years without seeing each other and you haven't stopped loving each other, so why should it stop? It's just a fact of life that you're two people who care for each other. The only thing you'll have to do is not be jealous if he fucks another boy when you get married and if you won't let him have your body properly now. It doesn't seem to have bothered you that much when he told you that he already has. What's the difference? As long as you still love each other, it's something you'll have to put up with, just as he'll have to accept that you shagging a bird won't interfere with how you feel about him. As a matter of fact, for the really juicy stuff that he'll need now, I'll do that for you if you won't get jealous."

 

"What do you mean by really juicy stuff?"

 

"I mean that if you don't want to suck him off or let him fuck you, then I'd love to suck him off, and once I've managed to get my arse used to being shagged, he can fuck me as well. Did I ever tell you about one of my best fantasies?"

 

I grin at him. "No, What is it?"

 

Kris begins to giggle. "I imagine myself being tied to a circular table that turns around. My arse is on the edge, and there's a bunch of blokes with massive dicks waiting to see who my arse stops by when they spin the table. If they're the lucky one, they get to shag me. Then when he's done with me, they spin me again. And it goes on like that until they've all fucked me."

 

I pull a face at him. "You're fucking disgusting!"

 

Kris laughs. "I know I am, but it's great fun. So, anytime Zac is feeling really randy, he can have me while you're fiddling about like a fucking tart on her period."

 

We both burst out laughing, and right then, we hear Zac draw up outside in his car. I point a finger at Kris. "Don't mention any of this to Zac, or I'll fucking kill you!"

 

Kris just grins.  

 

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

 

Zachary Blair says...

The boys are giggling when I walk into the house carrying two bags full of sweets and crisps and small incidentals I bought from the filling station, and I ask, "What have you two rogues been up to?"

 

Kris grins. "We've just had it off on your big bed. You need to oil the springs."

 

Freddie grins. "Just ignore the daft sod. We've been looking around. Did you get the sweets?"

 

I put the two bags on the occasional table in front of the fireplace. "They're in there. Help yourselves and then put the stuff away. It's hot in that car. I'm sweating. I'm going to try the shower out. Don't pig yourselves if you're staying for dinner, and don't touch the beer either."

 

I'm just walking away when I hear Kris say, "I'll join you in the shower when I've had a couple of beers," and I giggle at his naughtiness.

 

**********

 

The shower is an electric thermostat controlled one, over the bath, and as soon as I've regulated it to run cool, I strip and step into the bath and allow the water to run over me. After I've shampooed and conditioned my hair and rinsed it off, I use shower gel to wash my body. The moment I begin washing my dick and balls, Squidward comes fully to attention. It isn't just the washing that's doing it; the knowledge that I've got two boys in the house plays a large part in my arousal, and the fact that I now know both their delicious bodies intimately, and have felt at both of their dicks, is stimulating. I close my eyes and think of them.

 

Freddie's body is perfection; tanned and curvaceous and as sexy as hell. On top of that, he's immensely beautiful, and he loves me. I've kissed him quite a few times, and I move my lips pretending I'm kissing him. Then I think of the impish Kris and his smaller and slimmer, but still lovely body. He's much lighter skinned than Freddie. God! How I'd love to have them both in here with me now! The thought takes me over the edge, and I direct the copious spurts of spunk onto the floor of the bath and then recover while I watch it swilling away. What a waste. I'm sure one boy in the house would have loved it spurting into the back of his throat.

 

When I've dried myself off, I spray some anti-perspirant all over my body, pull on a clean pair of white boxers and white cotton shorts, slip on my well-worn easy trainers, and leave the bathroom.

 

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

 

Freddie Montgomery says... 

I'm sitting on the sofa in the lounge when Zac walks in still drying his hair with a towel. He looks around, and asks, "Where's Trouble?"

 

I stare at him right in the eyes. "He's coming for tea and bringing a DVD with him so we can watch a film after. But I've sent him away for now."

 

"Why?"

 

"I'll take my trainers off before I get on the bed."

 

Zac stops drying his hair, and asks, "What did he tell you?"

 

"That he showed you his dick."

 

"And?"

 

"That you told him that unless he wanted it up the bum, he'd better get off the bed."

 

Zac resumes drying his hair. "Does that upset you?"

 

I shrug my shoulders. "I don't know. Did you mean it?"

 

"He didn't tell you that I felt him all over?"

 

"No. Did you?"

 

"Yes. He shouldn't flirt with me. He doesn't know what he's messing with. He soon scuttled away when I told him to turn over so I could fuck his bum. What would you do if I told you the same?"

 

I stare right into Zac's eyes. "I wouldn't run away, but I wouldn't let you."

 

Immediately I say that, I see Zac's face soften, and he smiles before he comes and sits beside me. When he lifts his arm, I snuggle up to him and he hugs me. "Good boy. It doesn't matter that you wouldn't. I'll never stop loving you." Zac's words really hit home, and all the worries I had when Kris and I were talking, suddenly vanish. I take a deep breath and smell the aroma of the man I love, and when I let my breath out, it comes out as deep sigh. Zac pushes me away and lifts my head so he can look into my eyes. "What was the sigh for?"

 

I stare into Zac's beautiful eyes, and then lift my head so he can kiss me. He brings his head down and I close my eyes while his lips softly caress my own. When he breaks the kiss, I open my eyes and say, "What would you say if I told you that I didn't want you ever touching Kris again?"

 

Zac smiles at me. "Then I wouldn't, but you're putting too much store on the Kris thing. He's no different than Jaoa. Even if I had done it, all I would have been doing is satisfying my lust. Neither Kris nor Jaoa could satisfy what I really need."

 

"And what's that?"

 

"What only one boy can ever give to me. I spent five years trying to stifle my need for you, but I might as well have tried to stop breathing as try to stop wanting your love more than anything in the world."

 

While Zac is gently brushing the hair from my forehead, I feel the tears beginning to well up, and when they begin to fall from my eyes, Zac takes me in his arms and hugs me tightly.

 

**********

 

Being hugged like this and feeling the warmth of Zac's beautiful body brings it all back. I recall those days we spent on the beach five years ago; the first time I saw him which made me go all funny; his lovely smile; his soft voice; his strong body as he held me in his arms; but most of all I remember the horrible pain I felt when he went away. And I begin to cry. Not just cry, but actually wail as I feel the deep hurt again. It's not only me who's hurting, because Zac's hug on me tightens so much that he's crushing me to him so hard that I can hardly breathe. And then Zac drags me onto him so I'm squatting on his thighs and facing him. I can see the hurt and tears in his eyes as he holds my head and kisses my face repeatedly. They only stop when I wrap my arms around Zac's neck and crush my mouth hard against his, and then we kiss each other's lips and face and tears for a long time.

 

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

 

Zachary Blair says...

Never in a million years could I have dreamed anything could be as beautiful as this. The boy I've loved for so many years is enjoined with me in really deep loving. Our kisses are not sexy ones, but no sexy ones I've ever had could produce the feelings these do. Freddie's wants these kisses as much as I do, and that's why I'm so overwhelmed by what's happening. I always thought it was my imagination that he loved me, but what we're doing now is living proof that his feelings for me were and are as great as mine are for him. That's the beautiful part of what's happening, and I devour every drop of this special moment of togetherness. Then, just as spontaneously as it began, it ends. Freddie breaks the kiss and pulls away from me. His eyes are darting all over my countenance as he pulls at my hair and stares fiercely at me. His tears have stopped and his teeth are firmly gritted when he says, "Take me to bed, Zac. Please!"

 

**********

 

I kiss the soft but sweaty hair of the boy who is lying huddled in my arms, his head tucked under my chin; the taste of tears and sweat and Freddie's breath and lips still fresh on my tastebuds.

 

When he asked if I would take him to bed, I thought he wanted sex. But he didn't take it that far. He just lay on the bed and opened his arms for my loving. And when I gave it to him, he gave himself to me completely and willingly when I stroked every part of his delicious body except that which he still wants me not to have, and his hands did their own exploration of what I am. It was difficult leaving his groin area alone, but unless he had taken my hand and placed it on it, I was not going to chance spoiling what was beautiful; every kiss; hearing the delight of his moans as we both took from each other that which we wanted. No, there was no sex, but I didn't need that to experience the most beautiful moment of my life.

 

Freddie stirs from his thoughts, lifts his head, and puckers his lips. I smile into his beautiful eyes, and then kiss him softly. He smiles back, and says, "I think that's what I wanted when I was eight years old."

 

I plant another small kiss on his lips. "It's what I wanted, too. It's what I've always wanted. I adore you Freddie. I always have."

 

He nods. "I know what you mean. Me too." Then, almost in a whisper, he says, "Hold me tight please. I never want to be out of your arms."

 

**********

 

Jaoa was a brilliant tutor who taught me everything I know about how to make a boy feel good and helpless to certain things. Well, he should be an expert; he began his life of sexual discovery when he was just seven years old and his uncle took his virginity. After his uncle came a long procession of lovers from his priest to the two young men who were handymen at his father's house. Because Jaoa was a gay satyromaniac, it was usually they who waddled away when they were done. Providing he wasn't hurting physically, he could go for hours, experiencing orgasms from prostate stimulation. That little button inside him was the key to unlocking his sexual, sensory nervous system. There were times when we were together when he just surrendered to my ministrations with one or more of the collection of dildos he kept in his man-bag, lying on his back with his legs on my shoulders, a dildo vibrating away inside him, his dick in my mouth, reaching multiple orgasms as easy as taking deep breaths. It was usually me who gave up and fell asleep, only to wake with him feasting on my soft dick as if it was a lollipop. Oh, yes, Jaoa was a brilliant tutor, and because he was, I feel myself getting hungry that way for the boy in my arms. But I can't. Freddie hasn't made any effort to make our loving spill over into the sexual side of a relationship, and I love him too much to do that which he doesn't want to do. That's why I stifle my desires by taking a deep breath and smell his hair, and then shudder as I breathe out. That disturbs my boy, and he looks questioningly into my face. "Are you alright?" he asks.

 

I smile at him, and kiss the end of his cute nose. "I'm fine."

 

"Then why did you shudder?"

 

"It was just a release of loving tension. I was just thinking how lucky I am."

 

Freddie grins. "I'm the lucky one. You came back to me."

 

Again I smile. "Yes I did, but I think we'd better get up and go and do something else."

 

Freddie grins. "Why?"

 

I punch him lightly under the chin. "You know why. I've been a saint up to yet, but holding you like this is doing things to me that are making things a bit difficult, so let's get up."

 

He puts a finger to my lips and plays with them, and then, without looking into my eyes, he says, "Do you want me to take my shorts and underpants off?"

 

I lift his chin slightly so we're looking into each other's eyes again. "Yes and no."

 

He tilts his head to one side, and says, "But that's not fair on you."

 

I smile at him. "It's perfectly fair. You don't understand, do you Freddie? Let me explain. It's not about me having sexual orgasms. That lasts only a few seconds and is gone. What we've just done will last me much longer. I've been sharing love with the most beautiful boy in the world, the boy I've loved since I first set eyes on him. Can you imagine what that means to me? I adore your body, Freddie, and next to your love, it's the most precious gift you could give to me. But at the moment it isn't what you want, and for you to do something you don't want to do will spoil everything." I grin at him. "Mr Five-Finger-Exercise will take care of that bit."

 

Freddie grins. "But it could be my five-finger-exercise?"

 

I chuckle. "And it would make a big mess and we'd have to clean up afterwards." I scrunch my nose up at him. "That would spoil it for me, especially if it went all over you. Yuck!"

 

Freddie giggles. "What now then?"

 

I smack both cheeks of his bottom. "Go and get a shower and I'll see you in the lounge with a cold drink."

 

Freddie licks out his tongue at me. "Make it a big one. I'm dead thirsty."

 

And he gets off the bed and goes to the bathroom. When he's gone, the vision of my beautiful boy walking away from me is stenciled in my mind; the myriad of colours of his Gaelic, gorgeous hair leading to the slender body and curvaceous waist; the perfect bottom displayed lusciously in his sweaty shorts above strong legs: the most beautiful boy I've ever seen, and my spirit is flying as high as a skylark, and sounding just as joyful. Squidward on the other hand isn't the slightest bit interested in spirituality. He's as hard as a rock because he wants sex with the beautiful boy who has just left me.

 

**********

 

Later.

We're on the sofa: Freddie to my right and Kris to my left. I've had a couple of beers and the boys are drinking Coke.

 

I'm worldly-wise after my trip to South America, and I've always considered myself reasonably streetwise, but I'm not prepared for sharing the vulgarity of The Inbetweeners Movie with two young boys. I absolutely loved the TV series, but I never got to see the film, which is what Kris has brought for us to watch after we've eaten a pizza tea together, and I'm sort of cringing as the four boys in the film get up to their hilarious but disgustingly rude antics. But my two boys have no such hang-ups. I was shocked when Freddie swore at Smuggler's Cove, and I reckoned it was just part of his growing up, but even the ten years difference in our ages seems to have me living in a different world than they are now. The generation gap. Now I know what it means. When I was thirteen, we swore, but nothing... absolutely nothing like boys do these days. Well, perhaps not so much use the bad language, but being familiar with crudeness of this sort and it not bothering them that they're watching it with an elder is disconcerting. Well, at first it is, but the vulgarity in the film is so funny that after about five minutes of being exposed to it, I find myself almost pissing myself. Kris is holding his cock most of the time as he howls with laughter... and Freddie isn't much different. So, after one and a half hours, we're aching from laughing so much, and when the final credits roll, I shake my head and ask Kris, "Is this what you call family entertainment?"

 

Kris giggles. "I watched it with mum and dad and they didn't know where to put their faces, but eventually, even they couldn't stop laughing. It's a brilliant film, isn't it?"

 

I chuckle. "Yes it is. I watched the original series on TV, but I wouldn't dare watch it with my mother and father. So there's nothing I can teach you two if I wanted to give you a sex-ed lesson."

 

Kris looks up at me with a big grin on his face. "I'll bet you could in the practical side. Shall we try it?"

 

I laugh. "Not a chance. Anyway, you'd run a mile if I tried to teach you what I know." The moment I've said it, I know I've opened my mouth without operating my brain, and I sense Freddie moving away from me slightly.

 

Kris to the rescue. "You're talking crap. Nothing you've ever done could have been as good as when you met Freddie again, and they don't teach you that in sex-ed."

 

I want to kiss the little man for saving my life, but instead, I put an arm around both boys and hug them to me before I say, "You're right, Mr Krabs. Nothing in the world could have prepared me for when I saw Freddie again. I very nearly burst into tears."

 

Kris snuggles closer. "There you go then, Mr Bullshit. Now give Freddie a big hug before I crush your balls."

 

I chuckle at him, and then turn to Freddie. "I'm sorry, Freddie. Me and my big mouth."

 

Freddie lifts his head and smiles at me. "It's okay. I know you didn't mean to hurt me. What time do you want us to go home?"

 

Despite Kris being with us, I lean my head down and brush my lips on his. "Never." Then I grin at him. "Well, you that is. Mr Krabs can bugger off anytime."

 

Kris snorts, "You swine. Now you've hurt my feelings."

 

Freddie and I grin at each other, then he says with a naughty twinkle in his eyes, "You'd better give him a little kiss or you'll be in big trouble."

 

I return the naughty twinkle, and roll my eyes, "Shall I?"

 

Freddie grins. "Yes, and then you can squeeze his balls."

 

"Does he like his balls squeezed?"

 

Freddie shrugs his shoulders. "I don't know, but you can find out." I do more than find out. As soon as Freddie has said that, I let go of him and twist around to grab Kris, and when I've got hold of him, I wrap him in a hold so he can't get away, and try to kiss him. Laughing as much as he did when we were watching the film, he tries to squirm out of my grip and turns his face away. That's when Freddie gets off the sofa to help me. Between us, with Kris almost pissing himself with laughter, Freddie holds Kris's face while I plant a big kiss on his lips. When I've achieved that, I grab his crotch and squeeze. Even though Kris gives out a loud squeal, that's not enough for Freddie, and he gets off the sofa, kneels down between Kris's legs, and pulls his shorts and underpants down to his knees. Then he says to me, "Now you can squeeze them properly."

 

"Fuck off! Fuck off you bastards!" screams Kris.

 

Freddie and I burst out laughing, so I look at him and ask, "Have I got your permission? We can turn him over if you want, and I'll fuck him."

 

"Fuck off! Fuck off you bastards!" screams Kris again.

 

Still laughing, Freddie says, "No... I don't think he's ready for that yet. He's not that Jaoa boy. Just squeeze his balls until he says sorry."

 

I give Freddie a naughty look. "I've got a better idea. We can torture him."

 

"What do you mean?"

 

I point to Kris's soft cock. "We can play with it and make it hard."

 

"Fuck off! Fuck off you bastards!" screams Kris again, but even louder this time.

 

Freddie and I are in tears, laughing at him, but I decide the game has gone far enough, and right now my permutations of the situation are that if we get into sexuality, it might just lead us to other things. I wanked off in the shower earlier thinking of doing those other things, but who knows what might go through Freddie's mind if I actually did it? He might begin to see me as the abuser that met him five years ago. Oh, yes... I'm beginning to think that Freddie remembers what went on all those years ago. Despite us being on a crowded beach, I couldn't help myself. So if I mess with Kris now, Freddie will be seeing a repeat of what happened to him, and that's why I give Kris's balls a quick squeeze, and then let him go before telling both boys that it's time for them to go home.

 

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I watch them both going down the drive, and then they both turn and wave before going their separate ways. I suddenly feel very lonely. It's been a strange day, and much has gone on, but I'm really no further forward with some things than before the boys arrived. I have needs, and I wait by the front window for ten minutes hoping one of the boys will turn around and help me complete my day. Only one of the boys can give me what I really need right now, but Kris doesn't come.

 

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Freddie Montgomery says...

I'm really happy when I'm cycling home, on the pavements most of the time to be safe from the traffic. I'm happy because of everything that happened after I arrived at Zac's place. No, we haven't done anything, but I feel a sort of satisfaction that Zac loves me for my body as well as for myself. That means he loves me completely, and it's as good as having done the sexy stuff. At one point when we were on the bed together, I nearly got his hand and pushed it onto my cock to make him to do stuff to me, but then I got the jitters and couldn't do it. But I did offer, and right then I would have let him, and I think I would have been alright with it if he just gave me the feelings. We almost did it, but he's the one who wouldn't do it. I know why he didn't... it's because he's getting all sorts of mixed messages from me. At one point I nearly told him how I feel about Kris so he would actually make me do it. But I haven't even told Kris about those feelings. I daren't. He's into older lads and men and he was just experimenting with me. But that isn't how it is with me. I think I've loved Kris ever since I met him, so I'll probably lose him if I tell him that I'm emotionally attached to him. As far as Kris is concerned, what we do doesn't mean anything other than we like to be wanked or sucked off to get the feelings. But what Kris doesn't know is that I love doing things with him. Yes, even the sex part of what we do. Kris has brought out what I think is a sort of gay side of what I am, but I daren't tell him because I don't want to lose him. He would probably laugh at me if I told him how I really felt about him, and because he likes older men and not boys, he'd probably tell me to fuck off anyway.

 

But if I want to do sexy stuff with Kris, then why can't I just let myself go and do it with Zac? He had his hands all over my body and legs and even up the legs of my shorts to feel at my arse when we were kissing, and it gave me a hard on, but his hands never came round the front to grab my dick. I know he wanted sex with me because his dick never went soft once while we were doing our loving stuff. At one point I nearly took my shorts and underpants off, but then I thought about that Jaoa lad. I'd become like Jaoa, just his sex toy, and the loving part of us might disappear. That's what I'm really frightened of. That's why I don't let sex stuff happen. I don't want it to interfere with our loving side. But it won't interfere with our loving side if I let him do it with Kris. I wouldn't be jealous if he did it with Kris. Well, I might be a bit jealous, but because I also love Kris, it would sort of work. So what do I do about that? Kris said Zac needed sex. Kris would love to suck him off, and I reckon he'd let Zac fuck him if Zac could do it without really hurting him. It would hurt him. Zac's got a big dick. I could feel it inside his shorts when we were doing kissing and stuff. It was sticking right out. I saw it a couple of times making his shorts look like a tent. I'm amazed at how he kept himself from making me do him. He really must love me to deny himself what wants to do to me. Will I let him do stuff with Kris? Kris is my best pal, and Zac doesn't love him. It would just be sex, so why shouldn't I let them enjoy that part together? It will be better than him sodding off to find a stranger to do it with. That really would freak me out.

 

I'm almost home. I turn into my street and pedal really hard, and I have to skid to a halt by our house. I go in through the back door. Mum is in the kitchen. She grins at me. I give her a big grin back. Then she says, "You look happy; like a cat that's swallowed the cream."

 

"We've had a great day. Zac's place is brilliant! Me and Kris have been helping him to settle in all day."

 

"I hope you haven't got under his feet!"

 

"No mum. Zac was pleased to have us around."

 

"That's what he's just told me. I rang him to tell him that we won't be going to the meal he's doing until about five o' clock. We're going to see your granny tomorrow. She's had another funny turn and I told your auntie Angie that I'd see to her lunch, and she can see to her dinner later. Granny wants to see you. She hasn't seen you for a month."

 

That really pisses me off. "Awww... mum! I was meeting Kris at Zac's place for lunch, and then you were coming later!"

 

She gives me a hard look. "Don't be so selfish! Your granny loves you to bits. You know she does! It's not a great sacrifice to go and see her when she's poorly."

 

I'm about to argue further when I begin to think. Me and Zac have got to pretend we don't mean anything to each other, and if I accept mum's argument, it will look as if we don't. So I go to mum and give her a hug. "You're right, mum. I love gran, too. She's special. We'll go and see her in the morning. Zac would probably get bored with having us kids around all the time anyway. He's probably got other things to do. We'll go for dinner later. Was Zac alright with that?"

 

Mum hugs me. "He was fine with it. He said it would give him plenty of time to prepare dinner for us. Has Kris been invited?"

 

"Zac said he'd make a place for him. He says Kris makes him laugh."

 

Mum laughs. "That little monkey makes us all laugh. You've got a good pal there, Freddie. A good pal. And he doesn't get you into trouble like some of the tearaways round here. He's a good lad. Dad's really pleased you and him are best mates."

 

I think to myself: He wouldn't think so if he knew Kris was gay.

 

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Zachary Blair says...

Athough I'm disappointed when Ann rings and says they won't be at my place until around five tomorrow because she and Ted and Freddie are going to see his gran, I pretend I'm fine with it and tell her not to hurry, and that I'll be doing a salad because of the warm weather, and that anytime will be fine.

 

It's a lovely sunset. I've spent the late evening doing a few things like talking to mum and dad about my day, and I didn't leave out that both boys had been here and given me a hand to get things shipshape. No need to tell lies. I've already primed mum that I'll be helping Freddie with his studies to bring him up to scratch. It won't be long before the main school holidays and the six-week break. That's when I intend Freddie doing most of his studying. Hopefully, we'll be doing lots of loving, too, but that's our business and nobody else's.

 

Lots of loving. I still can't get over what's happened today. I was stunned when he asked me to take him to bed. I suspect Kris has had something to do with it. They must have been talking while I was at the filling station. When I got back, Freddie soon got rid of Kris. I thought he just wanted me and him to spend some time alone to talk, but he had a different agenda.

 

As soon as we got on the bed he was in my arms and kissing me passionately. Even though there were no tongues, there was nothing non-gay about the kiss, and the same applied when he was feeling at my upper body. I also didn't miss feeling his boner sticking into me a couple of times. But Freddie is a young teenager who will have a libido like a rabbit. What will he think once he's had time to digest what's happened to us today? Even though Freddie wouldn't do it, it would be stupid to think that what we were doing wasn't gay. Freddie is one very mixed up kid, but because I love him and because of what's happened to him all those years ago, I'm never going to be the first to propose having sex. It will only happen if Freddie desires it. Really desires it and not just suggest doing it because he knows I want it as he did today. Only if he actually makes us do it. And if he doesn't want it, then I can live with that, especially if Freddie allows me and Kris to do stuff. Because they're best pals and he knows nothing will stop me loving him, he might even suggest it if things start getting too sexual between us when we're loving each other. That's something else to think about. When we were on the bed huddled together, I just couldn't stop myself feeling at his bum, even pushing my hand up the leg of his shorts to fondle his soft orbs, but only on top of his underpants and not under them. I half expected it to spoil what we were doing, but if anything, Freddie became even more passionate. At one point while I was doing it, Freddie opened his mouth a little wider and our tongues actually touched. I felt him shudder, but then he shut up shop and kept his mouth closed. The desire was there, so what does it mean that he won't allow it to foster into sex?

 

What we were doing was what he said he wanted when he was eight years old. Okay, if he wanted it at the age of eight, then why doesn't he want it now he's thirteen? Something is mixed up in his mind with the love and sex side of what he is. Perhaps Freddie's last piece of self-preservation is not allowing his sexual side overcome his desire not to be hurt again. It's illogical, but also understandable. Maybe the counsellor had something to do with it. Did he ask Freddie if there were any sexual feelings between him and James, who was the metaphor for me? Freddie would have told him that there weren't. Maybe there were latent ones that he didn't understand? Perhaps Freddie really is gay but is unable to admit it to himself. Well, maybe not admit it, but accept it. Psychologically, his mind might be rejecting it because he associates loving with hurt. I'll find out in time, but in the meantime I'll have to restrict the passionate moments we have together. I'm not a bloody saint, and when we were on the bed together, it took every bit of my willpower not to strip Freddie naked and kiss him from head to foot, and that included sucking him off until he served me his delicious boy juice that I desire so much. Maybe Kris will help dull those desires. He'll have to, or I'll go mad!

 

Tears now. Lots of them. I'm listening to one of my favourite love songs on repeat on my Ipod: Pablo Alborán singing Solamente Tú. Only you. Yes, Freddie, there is only you. I knew it from the moment I first set eyes on only you. ONLY YOU. That little sprite with red and golden hair and a face like an angel; a smile that enraptured everyone who was captured by it; that tiny, soft, warm, shapely little body that I wanted to hold so close, and which you gave to me – willingly, only for all those things to be torn away by moralistic bullshit! So five years have been wasted of only you. It was our destiny, but circumstances have ruined something that could have been so beautiful; for both of us. Fuck this world! Fuck them and their fucking morals! They almost killed something that was beyond beautiful... something that most of them will never understand... real love. Oh yes, the type of love that embraces one's whole spirit; the type of love that's disturbing mine now so much that my heart is breaking, and the sobs that are shaking my body are actually hurting. But they're not a stranger to me. I've been like this before. Many times. It happened during my lowest moments at university; in The Galapagos, by the shores of Lake Titicata, and on the high slopes of Machu Pichu. Even when I lay with Jaoa's soft body asleep beside me, I cried myself to sleep wishing it was you in my bed.  I love you, Freddie. Solamente Tú.

 

I need a drink or I'll get no sleep tonight. That's what five long years of genuine, unrequited love does to you: it drives you to drink, makes you fucking angry... or worse. But my drinking tonight will be more than selfish indulgence for my own predicament. Just a few miles to the south of me - maybe lying in bed thinking of me in the same way I'm thinking about him - is a little boy who has had to suffer the same emotions, and no young spirit should have to go through that. Fuck this world and their twisted, moralistic bullshit. You think you're protecting a child, but you've done more harm to him than I could ever do... you bastards!!!!

 

To be continued...   

 

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