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Cornish Tales and Piskey Tails.

 

Part eight.

 

 

Zachary Blair says...

The human brain is a truly amazing thing. No computer will ever be able to replicate it, and that's because the mind is capable of associating numerous senses with emotions and memory. A tiny sound can trigger multiple and complex reactions, but it's not a tiny sound that goes to work in my brain when Freddie and his mum and dad arrive in their car at my bungalow and pull to a halt outside the front door: it's something much more meaningful... and terrifying!

 

I've just gone to greet them when I hear it, and although I've only ever heard it twice in my life before, it's etched so deep into my memory that the sound is immediately familiar and recognisable.

 

The first time I heard it was when I was about ten years old and living in Bristol, and the second time was when I was in Rio de Janeiro. The sound I'm familiar with is the screech of tyres followed by a loud, sickening thud, followed by another thud. The first time, in Bristol, I heard the screech of tyres and a strange thud, and then watched an old man arc into the air over the car that hit him, and the sickening thud that followed was the sound of him hitting the road some ten metres behind the car. The second time it was a small girl who was hit by a motor car and hurtled through the air to oblivion. On both occasions the person hit by the car was killed. And I'm about to shake Ted's hand when I hear the sound again, and it comes from the main road outside my drive. But this time, the sound of the sickening second-thud is followed by an even louder noise of a vehicle crashing.

 

Mind association goes into overdrive, and I'm thinking little Kris as I run frantically to the end of the drive and look both left and then right to locate whatever. It's to my right... about twenty metres away. A small, blue, about twenty year old boy-racer car with the front caved in nestles against the stone wall that leads to my drive; steam pouring from the front of the crumpled car; a head protruding at a strange angle through the shattered windscreen, but, perversely, that doesn't interest me even though I know immediately that he's dead. Although two cars have stopped at the scene, they also only come within my peripheral vision. I see only one thing: the small bundle that lies like a blond haired rag doll on the pavement on the other side of the road. A crumpled heap. But, again perversely, when I see blood spurting from the bundle, I'm overwhelmed with a strange joy. The brain at work again. Its associated spurting blood with a beating heart, so that means the bundle is still alive!

 

It is Kris, and I recognize immediately that the spurting blood is coming from a severed femoral artery. My mind takes another lateral course. In milliseconds it converts the sight of a dying boy into a sexual object. The spurting blood has soaked his white shorts, which are pulled tight to the top of his beautiful thighs, and I can see the outline of his small cock lying sideways across his body. I know that small organ intimately, just as I know every other square centimetre of the broken but gorgeous creature lying before me who spent all this morning enjoying mutual sex with me, and then those crazy thoughts shut down as quickly as they entered my head, and all I see is a dying child. But he's not dead yet. I've done first aid and I know that I have about two or three minutes to try and save this little boy's life if his bleeding to death will be the cause of it.

 

I see it all as I react. Along the edge of the front of his hairline, the scalp is torn perfectly, folded back to reveal a white skull that's not even bleeding. I know why it's not bleeding. Blood will take the easy way out, and right now it's spurting each heartbeat of blood into the air as I tear off my flimsy white vest, and it's spurting onto my face and head as I, without a single thought to how rough I'm being, worm the fabric under his thigh, push it up as far as it will go, and then tie the garment in a knot and pull with an amazing power until the blood flow eases and then stops. Only then do I realise that I'm crying like a baby. And another stupid thought comes into my mind: I've pushed the tourniquet so far up his groin that I'm hoping I haven't crushed his balls. That would be a terrible thing to do to this oversexed little boy.

 

Twelve minutes later I'm sitting on the pavement with my head in my hands, bawling like a little kid, and Freddie's arms are tight around my neck as he kneels beside me while the police and ambulance personnel sort out the chaos.

 

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

 

Freddie Montgomery says...

Zac is shivering and shaking and crying and mumbling strange things that I can't hear as he sits on the pavement by the stone wall with his arms on his knees and his head on his arms as I try to comfort him while so many things are going on around us. Kris's mum and dad have arrived on the scene and his mum is screaming while his dad tries to stop her; my mum is standing by the entrance to Zac's drive with dad holding her as they look on but try not to see too much. Sirens; police; another ambulance arrives. All busy with Kris and the man in the car. I'm crying too as I cling desperately to the man I love, and both of us are covered in Kris's blood. A policeman comes across to us and I hear his gentle voice telling me to go to my mum and dad while he attends to Zac, but that just makes me cling even tighter to Zac. Something must have registered in Zac's brain, because he wraps an arm around me and pulls me so tightly to him that I fall across his front and into his lap in an untidy heap. But I don't care. I settle into him and crush myself against him again. Even the firemen's tools that they're using to get the man out of the car wouldn't be able to prise me away from Zac while he's in this state, and the policeman seems to know instinctively that he's wasting his time, so he leaves us and goes away. I'm surprised at myself. Yes, I'm shattered and shocked at what's gone on, but I haven't lost it. It's as if my brain has recognised that as much as I'm shocked and upset, I know that Zac is far worse than me. But it's strange. Zac loves me, so why is he so upset?

 

**********

 

Dad is amazing. So is mum. We're in Zac's place. Dad's gone to the bathroom, turned on the shower, taken me by the hand and stripped off all my blood-sodden clothes, and now he's washing me from head to foot. I'm totally naked. In front of my mum and dad! This hasn't happened for a long time, but I feel no shame during the act of them caring for their only son. Mum has been into Zac's bedroom, sorted out some clothes, and brought them into the bathroom. They're miles too big for me, but when dad has washed me clean and dried me, he's gentle and kind and smiling as he dresses me in one of Zac's massive tee-shirts and an oversized pair of shorts that he fastens up with a safety pin he's found on the bathroom window ledge before he wraps a spare duvet cover around me and leads me back into the kitchen. He goes back into the bathroom to clean it up, and then he tells Zac very firmly that the shower is running and he's to go and clean himself up. When Zac has gone, mum takes me into the lounge and sits on the sofa with me, cuddling and rocking me with her head on my wet hair, her soothing voice trying to assure me that Kris will be alright. She fortifies her words by telling me that one of the policemen said it was a good job Zac acted so promptly, and that his quick thinking had probably saved Kris's life. Dad's got the mop out and is cleaning up any blood that dripped from me and Zac, and then he puts the kettle on to make a pot of tea. It's surreal; even more so when Zac comes into the lounge wearing clean clothes and without a trace of blood on him and sits beside me. Now everything has changed: all the attention is on me.

 

Zac touches my head, stoops in front of me, smiles, strokes my face, and says, "Kris will be okay. They'll work wonders with him in the hospital. They can work miracles there. He'll be fine. The good thing is that we managed to stop the bleeding. They'll soon patch that up and give him some blood to replace any he's lost. A couple of weeks and he'll be back at school with you." He grins. "A month and he'll be making a bloody nuisance of himself again... battering those poor crabs at Smuggler's Cove." Despite what's gone on, that makes me let out a tearful giggle. I nod, and look into Zac's eyes. They're tearful, but this time I know his tears are for me. He looks at mum, smiles, puts a hand on my forehead, strokes my hair back, and then he says, "Let's all have a cup of tea, eh? Then we'll start to sort things out." He gets up, walks towards the kitchen, and then comes a gentle knock on the back door. I hear voices, and I know it's the police.

 

**********

 

Nine o'clock. Dad and Zac have been out to look at the road, and when they come back, they tell me and mum that everything has been cleaned up. It's been a strange evening. Mum made us some ham sandwiches and we actually ate them. Lots of sighs. Dad and Zac drinking a couple of beers. Surreal. I'm thinking thoughts that I shouldn't think. Did Kris come here today and have sex with Zac? The thought makes me jealous, and then I sort of feel that if Kris dies then he will have died happy if Zac had made him feel nice. How stupid that would be. Kris gets to have proper sex with a man, and then goes and gets himself killed. But where will that leave me? I'll have to take Kris's place. Zac will need his sex, so the only person left to give it him will be me. My crazy thoughts are interrupted when Zac says to dad, "If you want to be getting home, then I'll be okay."

 

Dad looks at mum, and then at his wristwatch. "Yes, I think we'd better be getting off home. I was thinking about ringing the hospital, but these things are usually a family thing, and I doubt even if they know anything that they'll tell us how he is." Then he looks at me. "I asked the police to inform us if... you know... the worst was to happen. They haven't been in touch, which is a good sign. I'll let the dust settle and make some enquiries in the morning. We'll know then how he's doing."

 

Mum, who's sitting beside me, looks at Zac sitting in one of the easy chairs, and asks, "Will you be alright Zac?"

 

Zac bites his bottom lip. "I'll be okay." He looks at me. "What about you, Freddie? Will you be going to school in the morning?"

 

That sets me off again, and I begin to cry. Mum puts an arm around me and hugs me. She kisses my hair and says, "No. I'll be having a day off tomorrow. I'll stay at home with Freddie." She tightens her hug on me. "I might even have the week off depending how things go."

 

Zac smiles at her, nods, and I know he's relieved that I'm being taken care of when he says, "That would be best, Ann. I'll ring you in the morning and we'll go from there. You look after Freddie, and if there's anything you need, then I'm at the other end of the telephone. Ring any time."

 

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

 

Zachary Blair says...

Freddie and his family have been gone half an hour when my mobile phone rings. I look at my watch. I know who it probably is: mum. The phone is on the table in front of me. I don't want to answer it, but I have to pick it up and look at it to make sure it is mum and not a call I'm dreading. It is mum, so I place the phone back on the table and let it ring. She'll leave a voicemail. The ringing stops. I sigh very deeply... a shaking, shuddering sigh of disturbed emotions.

 

For the last half hour I've been re-running the entire day's events over and over in my mind. Just twelve hours ago, the sweet, small boy who is now either lying in a hospital bed or in the morgue was sharing a bed in the next room with me; the vitality of his young life driving him to extremes of sexual need. I likened Kris to Jaoa, but Kris is not like Jaoa. Jaoa had a head start on Kris. He was gently led into his sexuality from a young child. Kris came into it like a raging bull. I love Freddie, but I'm beginning to realise that I also love Kris. My love for Freddie is beyond passionate... it's all devouring; impatient; soulful. I close my eyes and he's there. For five years he's fully dominated every facet of my existence. Except one. Despite my fantasies of having him sexually, my love for him that way has never been complete. It's the missing link of complete togetherness. If I could insert Kris into Freddie then it would be unbreakable. Oh the irony! This morning I had the deep love of Freddie and the sexuality of Kris. When Kris left me, I was grinning because he was the answer to my predicament: I could love two boys in two different ways and treat them as one. It would take the pressure off Freddie and me. We could have our emotional love affair, and Kris would provide the sexual needs. What a wonderful ménage à trios that would have been. What Kris and I did this morning was with Freddie's blessing. Like I told Kris before he left... what went on in the bedroom was just his and my business. Even Freddie would not be privy to the fine details. Kris agreed. He was laughing when he said he would make it a fun thing with Freddie. The little bugger.  He even said he'd work on Freddie to try and get him to let me have his body in a loving way... me giving Freddie sexual release any way he wanted it. Then he laughed some more when he said we'd make it three in a bed and he'd teach Freddie how to be my proper lover.

 

Kris. He's a gorgeous little man; gregarious; fun; delicate; supple; lithe; sexy. There were no inhibitions when we kissed during our lovemaking. He couldn't wait to get his small tongue into my mouth, and he sucked on mine as if it was my cock when I was fondling his body. It wasn't just sex that Kris wanted: he wanted me! He wants his own man, and I'm in no doubt that I'm it in his mind.

 

But what now? How is my sexy little man? I have to know. I can't sit here like this not knowing how he is. But how do I find out? I'm not family, so they won't tell me. But what if...?

 

I dial 118 118 to get the number of the hospital, and write it down on a notepad. Then I dial the number. It rings a few times before a woman answers. I try to be assertive when I say, "Hello. I wonder if you could help me. My name is Mr Blair. There was a serious accident outside my house in Davidstow this evening, and it involved a young man, Kris Boscowan, who was on his way to dinner with me and some family friends. I know I'm not family, but I'd like to know how he is."

 

The woman's voice is curt. "I'm sorry, but only family can make enquiries about a patient's welfare. I suggest you get in touch with them."

 

I can tell by her voice that she's about to dismiss me, and I almost blurt out, "The ambulance man said I probably saved his life. I tied a tourniquet on his leg to stem the blood because his femoral artery was severed. Please? I just need to know that he's not going to die. That's all I need to know. I know you can't give me the fine details, but I just need to know that he's not dead. Please!"

 

There's a short silence, and then I hear her voice soften when she says, "Just hold the line please. I'll see what I can do for you." After a few minutes that seem like a lifetime, she comes back on the phone, and says, "I'm putting you through to the sister on ward eighteen."

 

Almost immediately, a woman's voice says, "Mr Blair?"

 

"Yes."

 

"Sister Smith here. On ward eighteen. I've just spoken to Kris's parents. They gave me permission to speak to you. The little boy has just come back from theatre. He's in intensive care and his condition is stable but not critical. Thanks to your quick action, we think he has a good chance of making a recovery. His parents have asked me to thank you, and his mother says she'll be in touch when the worst is over."

 

I thought I was strong, but I'm not, and as soon as she tells me that, I burst into tears. Then I manage to blurt out, "Thank you sister. Oh, thank God for that! Tell his parents that I'm thinking about them."

 

The nurse's voice is very sympathetic when she says, "You get some rest now Mr Blair. You deserve it. We have one little man who owes his life to your prompt actions. Goodnight."

 

When she breaks the call, I howl with relief. Ten minutes later and I'm composed enough to ring Freddie's family. Ted answers the phone, and I tell him everything I know. He thanks me for phoning, says how relieved he is, and says he'll tell Ann and Freddie the good news. Then I phone mum, and we talk for almost half an hour.

 

**********

 

Davidstow is not like Bristol. It's a small village in the middle of nowhere, and when I walk outside and look up at the stars, unlike Bristol where light pollution spoils the view, I can see them all twinkling in the clear, summer night sky. I'm not a religious person, but as I stare into the heavens, I say a big `thank you' to whoever or whatever has spared Kris's life. I look to the south. Just a few miles away is the boy I love. I want to be with him now. I want to hold him and tell him how much I love him. I look to the south-west and think about Jaoa thousands of miles away. I'm twenty three years old and there are now three boys nestled in my heart. All so different, but all the same: part of what I am.

 

I take one last look up at the stars, and I've just turned to walk back in when I see beams of headlights from a car turn into my drive. I shade my eyes from the dazzle of the headlights and try to see who it is, but not until it's drawn to a halt and the headlights are switched off do I realise that it's the Montgomery's car. Both front doors open simultaneously. Ann gets out on the driver's side, and Freddie gets out from the passenger side. I'm puzzled for a moment, and then Freddie comes to me and hugs me. Ann stays where she is. I look over Freddie's head at her. She says, "He says he doesn't want you to be on your own tonight... so you've got company. I'll phone you in the morning." And without another word, she gets in the car, does two shunts to turn it around, and drives away.

 

Only when I see the headlights turn into the main road do I lift Freddie's chin and look enquiringly into his face. He looks up at me, and I can see the tears in his eyes as he brings his mouth towards me. I lower my head until our lips are touching gently, and then I burst into tears myself as his arms come around my neck as he crushes his mouth against mine. I wrap my arms around him and hold him tightly to me, our two bodies as one as we share a kiss of the deepest love imaginable, boosted by the immense relief from both of us that the day has not ended in terrible tragedy.

 

**********

 

"Mum knows," says Freddie as he sits beside me on the sofa, looking at and playing with the collar of my shirt.

 

I'm puzzled. I lift his chin and look into his moist eyes. "Knows what?"

 

He stares into mine. "About us."

 

"I don't understand. Have you told her?"

 

Freddie looks nervous. "I had to. When she was getting the clothes for us after... after the accident, she saw the stuff you keep about me. It's in your chest of drawers."

 

I feel sick inside, and let out a long, deep sigh. "Oh my God! I'm sorry Freddie. It's in the same drawer I keep my shirts in. Stupid fool I am! I should have hidden them in a better place. But I never expected your mum would ever have reason to go in my private things. What did she say?"

 

Freddie shrugs his shoulders. "I was in my bedroom. I'd gone up there to have a good cry. She came into me and sat on the bed. That's when she said it wasn't James who had caused me to be ill, was it? It was you all along. I didn't know what to say to her. Then she said it all made sense now. She said she'd always been puzzled by what had gone on. She said she knew I'd become very fond of you when I was little, and although she knew I liked James, she could never accept that he was responsible for what happened to me. Then there were other things, she said, like every time a photograph of you was posted to us and I wouldn't look at it. After it happened a couple of times, she said that when she put them away, she hid them under other photographs, and because I'd looked at them when nobody was in the house, because they'd been disturbed, she knew I'd been looking at them. And then she said that when we were sitting in the road together after... you know... and I was clinging to you, she pretty much worked it out then, especially when I wouldn't let go of you when the policeman tried to get me away from you."

 

"Does your dad know?"

 

Freddie shakes his head. "No. Mum said she isn't going to tell him anything because he's such a bigot. And then she started asking me questions."

 

"What sort of questions?"

 

"She asked me if I was gay."

 

"And how did you answer that?"

 

"I told her I didn't know and that I was mixed up. I told her that you'd always been special to me. Then she asked me how you felt about me now. I told her that you were the same as me, and that's why you've got a job down here. She asked if we'd secretly been keeping in touch over the years, and when I told her that we hadn't spoken to each other or seen each other for five years, and that you came back specially to see me now I'm older, she was flabbergasted. She went on and on, and then gave me a big hug and said that in a way she was pleased. When I asked her why, she said that for the first time since I was eight, and was ill, she was relieved that she understood it all. Then she started crying when she said that now you were back, there was a good chance that I would be cured completely, and that she'd never been really happy ever since I was ill. Then dad came in and she went all defensive when he asked if I was okay. She told him that I was worried about you because you were suffering from shock and that I didn't like the idea that you'd been left alone. She was right, but I hadn't dared say it. Then mum went all bossy-like and told dad that it wasn't right for you to be on your own, so we could do one of two things... either ring you up and tell you to come and stay with us, which she thought you'd refuse, or better still, she could bring me up here to stay with you so you had no option to refuse." Freddie grins. "So here I am. Are you going to send me away?"

 

I grin at him. "No. But do you want me to sleep on the sofa?"

 

He giggles and goes all shy. "No you daft sod. If Kris can get in bed with you, then so can I."

 

I chuckle at him. "But you're not Kris. He'd sell his arse for a jam donut, but a king's ransom wouldn't buy yours."

 

Freddie snuggles into me. "Don't tease me. I can't help it if I'm shy."

 

I lift his chin so I can look into his beautiful eyes, and then kiss him softly on the lips. "I wasn't teasing you. I was protecting you from making difficult decisions. When two people who love each other sleep together, things can happen that a certain person might regret. I never want to put you in a position where you do things just because you think you'd be letting me down if you didn't do them. I don't mind sleeping on the sofa. Just having you here is good enough."

 

Freddie smiles shyly. "And suppose I'd already made up my mind that I wanted to sleep with you? Would you still sleep on the sofa?"

 

My face is serious when I reply, "I might if I thought you weren't ready for us sharing a bed together. So, are you really ready to be so close to me that things can happen even if you're unsure if you want them?"

 

Freddie looks deep into me, thinking and studying my face. Then he says, "I think I've been ready ever since you felt me up when we were at the seaside."

 

"Smugglers Cove, eh. Patrick Star and Squidward Tentacles."

 

Freddie shakes his head. "No. At Trebarwith Strand when I was eight years old. When you were kneeling behind me and holding me while the rollers were coming in. When you'd got one arm across my chest and you were playing with Patrick while it was all going on."

 

I'm amazed, and draw back my head to stare at him. "You can't possibly remember that!"

 

Freddie nods. "I can. It's probably the most vivid memory I have of those days. You made Patrick go hard, and I was loving the feelings. I could do it when I was eight, and I don't think I've ever been so disappointed when you stopped giving me the feelings and picked me up and took me back to the sands. I was nearly there when you stopped playing with Patrick. Didn't you know that?"

 

I shake my head. "No. Patrick was so small that I didn't even know he was hard, let alone giving you the feelings. You sexy little sod!"

 

Freddie grins. "When Kris gets better, I'll tell him about it. It's something I've never told him. He'll call me a bastard. By the way, was he good in bed today?"

 

I look at my watch. "It was yesterday, and I don't want to talk about things that happened yesterday. Yesterday will look after itself. All that matters now is what happens today. Don't you agree?"

 

Freddie nods. "Yes. Kris will start getting better, and so will you and me."

 

I kiss him gently on the lips. "Go and get into bed then. I'll come to you after I've been to the toilet." Then I smile at him. "I don't suppose you've brought your pyjamas?"

 

Freddie gives me a naughty grin. "I wear just underpants in summer unless I decide to wear nothing."

 

I give him a naughty grin back. "Then just the underpants, and I'll do the same."

 

**********

 

Because Freddie has turned out the light, I decide not to make this moment more embarrassing to him than it is, so I undress in the dark and get into bed wearing my boxers. Freddie's to my left, lying on his back and his head on the pillows, so I lie beside him... but not too close. After a short while of silence, almost telepathically, our hands find each other and become finger-entwined. Then, very slowly, he draws my hand across until the back of my hand is resting against his naked thigh, so I twist my hand slightly so I can rub my thumb on it. Then I hear an almost strangled whisper, "You can if you want."

 

My own voice is also a whisper when I ask, "Are you sure about this? This might not be the right time."

 

"I'm sure. Patrick might get what he's wanted since he was little."

 

I turn my head to look at Freddie, and he turns his to look at me. Although it's dark in the bedroom, there's sufficient light seeping through the curtains for us to see each other. I stare into Freddie's eyes for a while, and he stares back into mine. Freddie pulls my hand onto the top of his thigh, untwines his fingers from mine, and presses my hand onto his nakedness, so I knead the softness of him and then allow my hand to go between his legs and fondle the even softer flesh. I hear Freddie's breathing becoming shallower. Very slowly, I inch my hand further up his inner thigh until Freddie pulls my hand directly onto his hardness. Then I say, "Hello Patrick. It's nice to make your acquaintance again. Have you missed me?"

 

Freddie giggles nervously. "He's as dumb as fuck. Try doing what you did at Trebarwith Strand and see what he says."

 

I grin, and Freddie grins, so I turn over so I'm facing him and swap hands so I'm holding and fondling Patrick with my right one. Then I whisper, "Shall we pretend we're at Trebarwith?" Freddie nods, so I move close to him, worm my left arm under him and wrap it around his chest, and then roll him over so he's facing away from me before I pull him close so his back is against my front. Freddie grips my forearm and pushes himself back into me so my hardness is nestling against his buttocks, but I have to adjust Squidward; arranging him so he's nestled downwards in the depression of the back of Freddie's thighs.

 

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Freddie Montgomery says...

My heart is pounding like a steam-hammer, and my dick is almost hurting because it's so hard. I feel Zac adjusting his dick so it's resting behind my legs, and I know it must be uncomfortable, but that's not the reason why I turn my head part way round and whisper to him, "Take our underpants off." The reason I've said that is because I want to be completely naked with him. For the first time since that special day at Trebarwith, I can actually do what has festered in the back of my mind. I wanted to be naked with Zac then, and that's how I want us to be now. It's time to unlock those closed doors that have hidden reality. But I won't let go of the arm that's around my chest. This arm was the one that held me safe from the crashing rollers that dashed against us, and it's the same arm that held me tight while he was wanking me off when I was a small boy. Zac has to take it from here. Now I've actually given him permission, he must do what he wanted to do five years ago... what I wanted him to do five years ago... finish off what both he and I wanted.

 

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Zachary Blair says...

It's a struggle to get Freddie's underpants off while he clings desperately to my left forearm, but eventually I manage it and they finally slide off his left foot. Then I have to go through the same process to get mine off, and by the time I've finished, the duvet is all over the place, so I pull it back into position until we're both tucked underneath it again. During the final manoeuvre, I slipped Squidward back down where he was before, and now he's pressing against the naked flesh on the back of Freddie's thighs while his bum is nestled nicely into the pubic hairs on my lower belly. When I take hold of Patrick again, he's as hard as a nail and jutting up at a jaunty angle, which tells me that Freddie is feeling very sexy, and that this time there are no inhibitions in him. He wants my loving, and I want to love him. 

 

Because I've seen him before, I don't need to see what I'm doing to understand which parts will work on him, so very gently, I begin to work his foreskin over his knob to stimulate him. Then Freddie does something I didn't expect him to do... he lifts his right leg to allow Squidward to slip between his thighs, and because Squidward is worked up to a frenzy, he immediately slips between Freddie's thighs until he's nestling under his balls, and then Freddie closes his legs again. I would have preferred that Squidward was deep inside Freddie's bum, but this is certainly the next best thing, and Freddie knows it. That's why he begins to work in unison with me while I'm masturbating him by squeezing his inner thighs and rolling his bum so he's working me off at the same time I'm trying to bring him to a climax. Then Freddie stops the movements, turns his head up, and says, "Talk to me as if we're at Trebarwith."

 

I kiss the top of his head and then blow on his ear while I whisper, "The rollers are coming in Freddie. I'm holding you. Protecting you. Is it nice?"

 

Freddie nods. "Yes, Zac. It's wonderful. I feel safe and loved, and although the sea is cold, I'm nice and warm where our bodies are touching. But do it properly this time and take absolutely no notice of anybody around us. I don't care about them. I only care about us. Zac is holding me and playing with me like I want him to."

 

I nibble his ear and then whisper again. "I am, Freddie. Now you're in my arms, I want your little body. I need it. I love this beautiful little part of you that I'm playing with. It's gorgeous, and I've put my own between your legs and it feels lovely, but I'm frightened that it might spoil things if loving you like this makes a mess on you. I only want you to feel nice things."

 

Freddie is panting, and he whispers, "I don't care about that. It won't spoil things. It's part of you, and it makes me feel even more special knowing I'm making you feel as nice as I do. Play with me Zac. Make me have the feelings so I can always love you!"

 

I whisper into his ear, "I will, Freddie. I'll always love you. Always. Now let the feelings out Freddie. Let them come out. Do it for me. I know you're only eight years old, but that doesn't matter. Because it's what I want... and because it's what you want... it's not wrong. Let's do it! Now!"

 

Freddie's chest is shaking under my arm as he begins to whine as he rubs his buttocks against me, and then he lets go of my forearm with one hand and grabs the end of Squidward and squashes him against his ballsac so that when I'm making fucking movements behind him, it's as if I really am inside him, and he isn't gentle either with my swollen knob that's slipped completely out of my foreskin. I lower my forearm so I now have it pressed firmly against Freddie's waist, which enables me to push even harder against Freddie's buttocks, and he pushes back even harder against my lower belly, and we gain an extra two inches of `insertion'. Our combined efforts also take my knob past his ballsac until our dicks are rubbing together, and it takes just a slight alteration of my fingers to grasp both our members and wank them in unison... the top of my knob rubbing against the sensory nerves under the corona of Freddie's, which has also slipped completely out of his foreskin. Freddie helps, because while I'm wanking us, he encloses both our knobs in his hand to keep them together. And then it happens. Together. His body writhes in exquisite agony as the feelings envelop him; the shock of sexual release playing havoc with his sensory nervous system, while at the same time, my own feelings explode within me.

 

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Freddie Montgomery says...

I can hardly breathe and I'm almost choking when the feelings surge through me. It's as if every nerve in my body is a part of my sexuality. Even my teeth are chattering. My skin is tingling like mad all over, and inside me it's as if a swarm of sexy insects have invaded my body. But the most fantastic feelings are coming from up my bum and right through to where Zac is rubbing me, and when I feel myself spurting spunk into my hand that is holding the end of both of our dicks, Zac's hot spunk also begins to flood out of him until my hands and fingers are soaked completely in the sticky fluid, and I massage both our knobs with it while we're having the feelings, and then I shake and shiver until the ecstasy overwhelms me completely and I feel myself blacking out.

 

**********

 

The light is on and Zac is above me, kissing my eyes when I come round, sobbing like crazy and tears falling from his face onto mine. Some must have fallen into my mouth, because when I swallow to try and regain my composure, I can taste the saltiness of them. When I flutter my eyes to focus them properly, Zac sobs even louder, and says, "Oh Freddie. Thank God you're alright. I was worried to death!"

 

I smile at Zac. "I feel strange. I don't want to move. I want to stay like this forever. I've never felt so good."

  

Zac smiles through his tears. "Even though you've been abused until it knocked you cold out?"

 

I grin at him. "Even though I've been abused until it knocked me cold out. Why did it take you so long?"

 

"It was that nice, eh?"

 

I nod. "Yes, but it makes a mess, doesn't it?"

 

Zac glances down at my body. "I'll get some cloths and clean us up. Unless you want to take a shower?"

 

I shake my head. "I'm too knackered for a shower. You do it."

 

He grins. "Idle sod! Wait there!"

 

**********

 

We don't stop giggling while Zac cleans me up as he's kneeling between my spread legs, and it takes quite a while. That's because he insists on kissing every part of me that he cleans, and he even cleans parts of me that don't need cleaning so he can kiss me, including both my nipples. But it's when he insists that I turn over when I really start to giggle, and I ask him, "Why do you want to clean me there? There's nothing on me there!"

 

He winks at me. "I'm sure some went down there. Just turn over and let me have a look."

 

So, still giggling, I turn over and rest my head on my arms while he does stuff to me. He pretends to wipe my shoulders, and then kisses me there. Then the hollow of my back, and more kisses. I really start to chuckle when he cleans my bum cheeks, but it's nice when he spends a long time kissing them. I'm dreading what's going to come next, but I want him to. So does Patrick, who is now completely hard again, and when Zac whispers to me, "Get on your knees," I'm so shy that I nearly refuse. But I don't, and that's because I really want to feel what it's like to be kissed there, so I draw my knees up and expose myself to the gay man who I love, and who wants my body completely.

 

**********

 

Some things are beyond description, and having a tongue up your bum is one of them, especially when the person doing it is also wanking you off at the same time. Zac is an expert, and for the first time since he told me, I'm pleased that he met that Jaoa boy. Jaoa was gay, but you don't have to be gay to enjoy somebody pushing their tongue right up your bottom as far as it will go and then pushing it in and out like a small dick doing it. The feelings are fantastic, and Zac doesn't stop doing it until he feels me climax again and I've slumped down on the bed through nervous exhaustion. Then he smacks my bottom and says he's going to clean his teeth or I won't want to kiss him again. When he comes back, I've turned back over and pulled the duvet back over me, and he slips in bed and hugs me to him. Then he asks, "Don't I get a kiss?"

 

I grin at him. "Have you cleaned them properly?"

 

He blows a toothpaste breath into my face. "Is that clean enough?"

 

I pucker my lips. He chuckles, and then leans down and kisses me, and to show him that what he's done doesn't make me feel bad, I push my tongue between his lips and lick his teeth. He pulls his head away, gives me an amused stare, and then plants his lips on mine again and pushes his tongue right into my mouth. That makes me giggle, and I'm still giggling when he takes his tongue out. I grin at him, and say, "Dirty sod!"

 

He grins. "You weren't saying that when it was up your bum."

 

I giggle even more and bury my face in his neck because he's embarrassed me, and he chuckles while he holds me tight, and he's still chuckling when he begins to fondle my body again until his fingers are far enough down to play with Patrick. I wasn't bothered about more sex until he does that, but Patrick has a mind of his own when he's having nice feelings, and he soon becomes hard again. So does Squidward, who is now pressing onto my belly. I think it's because we can't see each other's faces that makes me do it. While Zac is gently pushing my foreskin on and off my knob, I take hold of Squidward and do the same to him. Zac shudders when he feels my hand on him, and that makes me feel nice. After a while, I ask Zac, "Is that nice?"

 

Above me, he says, "Uhuh. But you don't have to do it just because I'm doing it to you."

 

I mumble into his chest, "I'm not. It's nice giving you nice feelings. You don't mind, do you?"

 

"Of course not, but I don't want you ever to do something because you feel you have to. Anyway, you're going to have to stop now."

 

"Why?"

 

Zac moves himself away from me, and looks into my face. "Because I want to do something else, and while I'm doing it, you won't be able to do me."

 

"You're not going to put Squidward up my bum, are you?"

 

Zac giggles. "No. Not yet."

 

"What do you mean... not yet!"

 

Zac giggles even more. "I'm kidding you. Of course not! No, I think it's time that I got to kiss Patrick properly. Do you think he would like that?"

 

I giggle nervously. "I don't know."

 

Zac smiles at me. "Did he like it when Kris did it?"

 

"I suppose so."

 

"Well then, if Kris is allowed to do it, why should I be any different? I want to because I want us to end this night with you having done everything except having Squidward up your bum. It's important to me."

 

"Really!"

 

"Really. Then if you never want to do anything again, at least I'll have experienced everything with you."

 

I stare into Zac's eyes. "Why wouldn't I want to do it again?"

 

He shrugs his shoulders. "You might wake up in the morning and wished you hadn't done what we have."

 

I push Zac away from me. "Are you serious?"

 

Zac leans down and kisses my lips softly, and then says, "Yes, I'm deadly serious. I love you too much to take anything for granted. So much has happened in these last few hours that I have to be very careful never to hurt you."

 

I'm almost crying when I stare at Zac, and say, "It would have hurt me if you'd rejected me tonight. I really did want what we've done, Zac. Honest! It's been beautiful, and you'll make it even more beautiful if you kiss Patrick. Honest it would!"

 

Zac smiles at me. "Then prove it."

 

I'm puzzled. "What do you mean?"

 

"I mean... you do it."

 

"What do you mean? Me do you?"

 

Zac shakes his head. "No, not that!" He rolls over onto his back, pulls me on top of him so I'm sitting on his chest and straddling him, and then looks up at me and says, "Bring Patrick to me, and you do it."

 

Now I understand, and I grin down at him. "You mean you want me to do your mouth!"

 

He grins back at me. "Exactly. You'll be the one doing the work because you're the one who wants it. That's the important bit... you want it. That's how its got to be with you and me from now on in. Whatever you want, you do, and I promise never to refuse you. It doesn't matter what I want, it's what you want that's important to me. So if you want me to suck you off, then get to it."

 

I grin at him. "Suppose I'm not empty if I want it?"

 

Zac licks his lips. "Then that even better. So the next time you want it, make sure you've saved it up for me."

 

I lick my tongue out at him. "You won't be saying that when I can make as much as you."

 

He licks his tongue out at me. "And pigs might fly. Now get on with it before I take matters into my own hands and bite it off."

 

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Zachary Blair says...  

I'm watching Freddie's eyes when he stares down at me as he's pushing his cock between my lips. I've thrown out a challenge to him, and it had a purpose. Almost everything that's happened before was because I was leading, but for us to have a successful sexual side to our association, Freddie has to want it. We've crossed the Rubicon tonight, and our love affair will never be the same. Nothing we've done means that Freddie is gay like me, but this special love we have is not devoid of gay feelings. Tonight is proof of that, but it can't be all one-sided. And there's a reason for that. When Freddie grows up, he may want our love to be non-sexual, and I won't know that unless he stops doing what he wants. I'll fuck him `till Kingdom Come, and that's because I'm gay and I love him. But if I don't want to lose Freddie's love, then I have to be prepared to let him go if that's what he wants. I'm pretty sure he'll always love me, but I'm not at all sure that we'll always have a sexual side to what we are. That's why it's important right now that Freddie puts his cock between my lips and fucks my mouth, and because I won't take my eyes off his face while he's doing it, I'll know for certain that he's doing it because it's what he wants and not what I want.

 

And there is excitement in his eyes when he pushes his cock into my mouth, and that excitement doesn't disappear when I hold his bum cheeks in such a way that my fingers are by his sphincter when he's doing it, and even when he's thrusting in and out of me and I worm a finger end inside him, the excitement on his face never leaves him. Cock and bum. Freddie's cock and bum. He's given them both to me, willingly, and I feel an immense relief that what we're doing is what Freddie wants. I'm waiting. Jaoa and Kris have prepared me. I know the look when it happens. The gritted teeth; the shuddering jaw; the sharp intake of breath, and then the final grimace of lust when Freddie climaxes while he's holding my head tightly so I can't get away. And with his cock pushed so far into my mouth that he's almost in my throat, I almost come myself because I know how he's feeling when I see all those things and feel Patrick pulsing with pleasure.

 

**********

  

Freddie snores. Not loud ones that keep you awake, but gentle snores that tell me he's at peace despite the traumatic events of the last twenty four hours. I kiss his hair and close my eyes. Maybe I snore? Jaoa used to say I did. Maybe we'll both snore this night away? It will be well if we do. We'll be snoring away things that rarely happen in life. For me, I've made love to two boys, and both have been special. More than special. The boy lying in a hospital bed now means a lot to me, and the boy in my arms means the world to me. Today... tonight, both have given their sexuality to me, and Freddie has exorcised some ghosts in his short life. But we're not complete. That will only happen if Freddie recovers. If he doesn't, today... tonight, despite Freddie and I discovering ourselves, will never be remembered as a happy one. Please get well Kris. Freddie loves you; I love you now, and without you, we can never be truly happy.

 

To be continued...   

 

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