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Cornish Tales and Piskey Tails.
Part nine.
Freddie Montgomery says...
It's pissing down with freezing cold rain as the ball comes to me on the football pitch. In fact the pitch is so muddy that the ball stops dead in front of me. I look forward and see him. Out on the right wing. I swing my leg back and punt the ball as hard as I can towards him. It lands short. He runs towards it, but so does a lad from the other side. The other lad is a big lad, almost six foot tall, and when they collide, Kris goes flying. I hold my breath, wondering if he's hurt, but the little sod gets up, points a finger at the big lad, and yells, "You fucking idiot! You could have broken my fucking leg!"
The man in black - the referee - runs across to Freddie and immediately brandishes a red card. "Get off my football pitch you disgusting boy! I won't have bad language during my games!"
Kris is angry. He points a finger at the lad who tackled him, and yells, "What about that twat?! He could have fucking killed me with that fucking tackle!"
"Get-off-my-football-pitch!!!"
Kris snarls at the referee, his shoulders slump, and he walks dejectedly off the pitch.
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Kris giggles. "I'll be in trouble on Monday morning. Mr Wainwright said I'd got to go and see the headmaster first thing. And he said I'll have to be better than good to get back into the footy team. I'm fucked good and proper."
I put my hand on his shoulder. "Consider yourself lucky you got sent off in the first half. It was freezing out there. It was so cold that my dick shriveled up."
Kris laughs. "That's not news. Zac says your dick is useless anyway. He prefers mine to yours anytime."
Kris's comment makes me laugh, so I grab him round the neck and get him in an armlock. "The only thing about you that Zac's interested in is your fucking arse. Well, fucking it, that is."
Despite being in an armlock, Freddie giggles, and says, "I'm more use than you. It's taken almost six months for you to learn how to suck him off. And then you don't swallow. You're fucking useless. That's why you're so thin. Spunk grows muscles on muscles."
I let Freddie out of the armlock, and push him away. "Hark who's talking! For all the spunk you swallow, you're still like a midget!"
Kris laughs. "I'm a strong midget, and I can last longer than you. A few kisses and a wank and you're fucked. All you ever want then is snuggling and kissing like a big fucking girl. You're both like a pair of wenches once he's made you cum."
I laugh. "It's called `Love', Kris. We love each other."
Kris moves closer and his voice is nice when he says, "I know you do. He loves me as well, but in a different way." He puts a hand on my shoulder. "It's worked out well, hasn't it? You're really happy now, aren't you?"
I nod. "Yes. But if you'd been killed, I don't know how we'd have gone on." Automatically, I clutch his shoulder and sort of mutter to try and hide my feelings, "I don't know what I would have done with you." I don't think I give away what I really mean, so I continue, "It wouldn't be the same without you. Zac was talking about it the other night. We were snuggled up after we'd done it and he asked me if I minded you being a part of us. I told him I didn't and that I always thought about us as three and not two. He said that's exactly how he thought about us as well, and when I asked him if he loved you, he said he did. Not in the same way he loves me, but he said you were the cutest little fucker on earth, and he couldn't imagine you not being around."
Kris smiles appreciatively when he looks up at me. "And what did you say to that?"
I grin at him. "I told him that you serve a purpose. Well, your arse does."
Kris laughs. "I love it, especially when all eight inches are up me. He can make me cum twice before he's got it all in. If you'd got a prostate like mine, you'd want it as well. Fucking hell. His knob has only got to touch it and I'm over the top. You don't know what you're missing."
I shrug my shoulders. "Sometimes I envy you, but I'm just not made like that. I just like the nice feeling I get when I cum, and then all I want is him to hold me and love me." We're quiet for a while, and then I say, "I often think what would have happened if we could have done it when we first met."
"When you were eight you mean?"
I nod. "Yes. I knew I wanted everything we do even then, but it was impossible, wasn't it?"
Kris nods. "You would both have got into deep shit if you had, and then him coming back to you would never have happened. What's he buying you for Christmas?"
I shrug my shoulders. "He won't tell me, but I know what you're getting."
"What is it?"
I punch Kris on the upper arm and send him flying. And then I laugh when I tell him, "A ten inch vibrator so you can fuck off over Christmas while we do our own stuff."
Kris laughs. "Lubby jubbly. Just what the doctor ordered when I bashed my head on that fucking car windscreen."
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Zachary Blair says...
Cornwall is really a holiday place. It's not pleasant when it's like this... rain and sleet while I put a travel rug over the back seats of the car to stop them getting dirty when I pick the boys up. Freddie rang about five minutes ago and said I was to hurry because they were freezing cold. When I've finished, I get in the car, start the engine, turn the heater to maximum and the blowers to full, and rub my hands together while I'm waiting for the demisters to clear the windows. The boys. My two boys. Life is strange.
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Eight broken ribs, a ruptured spleen, a torn femoral artery, but amazingly, the bones of all four limbs were intact. Yes, his scalp was torn halfway off his head, but that soon healed after they'd stitched it up. They did a fantastic job, and the scar is barely visible because it was torn so close to his hairline. Three months after the accident, in September, Kris was in my bed again. With Freddie's full blessing.
Freddie. The night of the accident after his mother dropped him off. After we'd done it. When the events of the whole day really hit home. A real jumble of emotions: love; fear; lust; empathy; more fear, for Kris, and then fear about what would happen to us. And then tears. Lots of tears. Buckets of tears. We shed them for Kris and we shed them for us; we shed them for love and we shed them for regret. They were healing tears. But there were more to come when we woke in the morning. We cried when we knew Kris was going to make a full recovery, and we cried when he was discharged from hospital. That was a turning point. Once he was back at home, we began to laugh. We laughed because he is such a cheeky little sod and all he thinks about is sex. I laughed, because while Freddie was at school and I had a day off, Kris came to the bungalow and asked me to fuck him again. I refused because I was afraid of damaging his insides now he's had his spleen removed, so he made me suck him off. Three times actually, and he sucked me off twice. I laughed when we were done and he said my spunk was healing stuff and he'd soon be back to full fitness providing I kept feeding it to him.
Of course, I told Freddie what we'd done, and Freddie laughed so hard that he nearly pissed his pants. That's when we became a threesome. I was amazed that there was no jealousy between them. But maybe there was no jealousy because both boys know their proper places in my life. Freddie is my true love; my spiritual love, and even though we do have sex together, the spiritual side of what we are is always paramount. Sex happens because we love the feelings. Especially Freddie. Yes, he's a teenager and hormonal, so I satisfy his desire for the feelings, which can be three or four times when he stays with me. And he enjoys giving me my pleasures. He even makes me do it in his bum crack because he knows I love that particular part of him, but he won't let me penetrate him. That's a definite no-no with him. He just doesn't want anal sex. It might have been a problem if Kris wasn't the exact opposite.
Kris. Spleen or no spleen, he's taking every last bit of my eight inches now. I was amazed that first time when he got me three inches deep, but I was even more amazed when we experimented again. Within a week he was taking all of me and wanting more. Now... well, now will happen shortly when I've brought the boys back to the bungalow and they've showered together.
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I can't stop laughing as Kris moans and groans about his sending off. Kris is one of those rare characters that excel in male company. He has the ability to reduce everyone to the lowest common denominator. When it's just me and Freddie together, we rarely swear gratuitously, but when Kris is added to the equation, it becomes the norm. Well, to a degree it does, but while he's cussing about the referee, even I have to yell at him that if he keeps using such bad language, then I'll stop the car, give him a red card and a three month ban, and also chuck him out! His answer is short and sweet. He shuts up, gives me the two fingers, slumps back into his seat, grins at Freddie, and they both giggle like schoolgirls. I chuckle to myself because I know that in about an hour, the same thing but in a different scenario will be re-enacting itself. Kris is like this when we're having sex together. Ever the clown he is, and that includes when we're in the bedroom.
The bedroom. Our bedroom. Since Kris was discharged from hospital after his accident, the bedroom has become a sanatorium. A place of recovery. From many things. For Freddie and me, it's where we heal the wounds of our long separation in embraces that have no equal in my life. We can spend a whole morning/day/evening/night in our bedroom, and we've even spent all four on a couple of occasions basking in our wonderful togetherness. When Kris hasn't disturbed us, that is. But Kris won't be left out. He's needed his own form of R&R after the accident. Well, his rest and recuperation is more akin to physiotherapy. Sexual physiotherapy. It's almost the be all and end all of everything to him. He's not oversexed... he's a boy nymphomaniac. But there is another side to him once you dig really deep under his thick skin. I once managed to get beneath it after he was discharged from hospital.
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Freddie was at his grandmother's (she's quite poorly) and Kris came to see me. I could tell the moment he came into the bungalow that he was not his usual self. How? He never mentioned sex. We sat on the sofa and he was quiet. I asked him what was troubling him. He turned his beautiful, blonde haired, freckled, blue eyed small face up to me, and I could see tears in his eyes, so I wrapped him in my arms and gave him some special Freddie-type loving. What was wrong with him? It was very simple. He wanted to be loved. So I gave him some. But not on the sofa. That isn't how Kris works. He needs to be derobed to be loved. So I took him to the bedroom, stripped him naked, did the same myself, and then wrapped him in my arms again. I kissed his small lips, and he cried. I told him that I loved him and that I couldn't imagine him not being a part of us. Then he surprised me when he said that he loved Freddie. I knew they were close, but I hadn't realized how close my two boys were. He described his feelings to me, and I discovered that what I had in my possession was not just two soul buddies who were inseparable - their association as important as that between Freddie and me - but I now understood that as well as me, he wanted sex with Freddie. He told me that he always had, and then he made me swear down never to tell Freddie. When I asked him why he hadn't told Freddie that he loved him that way, his answer struck a chord within me that I knew well. He said he was afraid of spoiling what they had, which was even more important than the sex side of what he wanted. I remember that conversation well.
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Kris's confession.
He doesn't say, `I'm afraid of spoiling what we have', no, he puts it more bluntly than that after I ask him why he hasn't told Freddie, he does it proper Kris style: "I'd rather have what we've fucking got than have his dick up my arse." Then he adds, "But I do get jealous sometimes when you two are kissing. I want to kiss Freddie as much as you do. Shall I tell you a secret? Swear down you won't tell him!"
I hug him and give him a soft kiss on the lips. "I swear."
He giggles. "Why do you think I always sleep next to Freddie and not you?"
I decide to tease him. "Because you love Freddie, but you don't love me?"
"Fuck off you daft sod," Kris splutters, "I love you as well!"
I chuckle. "I know you do, so get on with it! I'm all ears."
"When you two have gone asleep, I kiss him if I can get him to turn over away from you." He giggles like a lunatic when he adds, "When I can't get him off you, I've wanked myself off up his arse lots of times." That really makes me giggle, and I point out that he's the recipient and not the giver when he's doing it with me. He just humphs, and says, "That's with you. It's different with me and Freddie. I want him to fuck me, but as you know, he's got such a gorgeous arse that I want to fuck it sometimes. It isn't just you who wants to get a dick up there!" Then he laughs when he asks, "Will it make you jealous if I get to fuck him and you don't?"
I laugh with him. "Yes and no."
"What do you mean?" he asks.
"I doubt anybody's bum can be as cute and accommodating as yours. I adore your little bum."
He giggles. "There you go then, so don't be getting jealous when I do get to fuck him."
"When you get to fuck him?" I ask.
He puts on a smarmy grin. "I will one day. Do you want a bet on it?"
I laugh. "I wouldn't bet a single penny on you not achieving anything you want, you little sod."
End of Kris's confession.
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So that conversation blew my theory of what they meant to each other completely out of the water. I always thought the love between my two boys was indeed, les amitiés particulières – one of those special friendships. So after he told me that, I was all luvvy-duvvy with him, kissing him with affection and not lust, until, that is, I inadvertently slipped my tongue into his mouth.
Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde. Bing, bang, bong. Kris had had his luvvy-duvvy moments and was fully assured that all was fine, so when I slipped my tongue into his juicy little mouth, he morphed immediately into a sprite Edward Hyde. But in a nice way. And we spent a fantastic few hours of sexual togetherness that left us both drained. Then I gave him some more of the special loving he'd wanted in the first place.
Later, without disclosing Kris's admission of how he loved Freddie, I discussed it with Freddie when we were alone. He cried and gave me some extra-special loving because I'd been so sympathetic to his special friend. That's when he said he'd never be jealous if we made it a proper threesome. He knew about Kris's `soft' side, and then he told me about how he felt about Kris. Which was another confession.
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Freddie's confession.
Freddie told me that they'd met about three years ago, and he told me that Kris had recognized immediately that he was a lost soul. Although the smaller of the two boys, it was Kris who took Freddie under his wing and sheltered him from the worst of his moments of depression. That's how the bond between them was formed: perversely, a bond of shared adversity because Kris was having to deal with his gayness in a world of young people who think it's a sport to bully anyone who is different. That's why I love both boys. How could I not do so? But then came the real confession.
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Freddie looks me right in the eyes, and I can see that he's churning things over. Then he goes sort of shy, and says, "I want to tell you something about me and Kris, but I'm afraid that it might hurt you. Well, not just hurt you... it might spoil things between us."
I'm really puzzled. What can be so important that Freddie hardly dares to tell me about it, and how could it be something that he could even think would spoil what we have? So I give him a big hug, and say, "Nothing between you and Kris would ever spoil what we have, so get on with it."
Freddie rolls on top of me and stares seriously into my eyes. "Swear down you'll never tell Kris what I'm telling you!"
I kiss his lips. "I swear."
Freddie goes really shy, and then he says, "Zac, if I told you that I love Kris, what would you think?"
I shrug my shoulders. "That's nothing new. I know you love him. He's your soul buddy."
Freddie shakes his head. "No, I'm not just his soul buddy, I really love him! You know... love him like I do you! You know... I want to have sex with him properly!"
Having not long ago heard Kris's confession, I almost burst out laughing, but I manage to control my amusement when I ask, "Like kissing sex stuff?"
Freddie buries his face in my neck, and mumbles, "Yes, that sort of stuff. Would it hurt you if I told you that I'd kissed Kris like I kiss you?"
Again I have to control my amusement, and again I manage it when I ask him, "Have you kissed him like that?"
I feel Freddie's head shake under my chin. "No, but I want to. But I daren't. If ever I tried to kiss him like that, it would spoil things between us. Now swear down you won't tell Kris."
Because Freddie's face is buried in my neck, I know he can't see the big grin on my face when I say, "I swear."
"And swear that when we all sleep together, you'll always let me sleep next to Kris."
I'm dying to laugh when I say, "I swear. So that's why you always make Kris sleep on the other side of you and not let him sleep by me. I always thought it was because you were jealous that Kris was as near to me as you were, and that you wanted me for yourself. Now I know it's because you want Kris for yourself. Well, not for yourself, but you want to be next to him so you can feel his body next to yours without him finding out that you love him sexually." Then I ask, "Don't you ever get horny when you're sleeping by him?"
Freddie giggles. "I'm always horny when he's next to me, and that little sod is as well."
"What do you mean," I ask.
Freddie splutters with amusement. "The little sod is always wanking himself off up my arse."
Finally I can explode with amusement without giving the game away that I know both boys want to fuck and love each other properly, and it takes me ages before I can say to Freddie, "I swear down I won't say anything, but I reckon if you two had a proper word, you might even find some common ground. I don't think Kris will be bothered. It will be another way of him getting his end away. Well, that's if you want him to get his end away inside you. And it will certainly give you a fresh outlet for you to unload the gallons of stuff you're producing now you're getting a big boy."
Freddie laughs. "I can't make that much! Anyway, by the time you've done me, I've never got anything left. You always suck me dry."
I make loud sucking noises, and say, "Mmmmm... so I do. So if ever you do get to do stuff with Kris properly, just make sure it's after I've drained you. I'm not sharing that with anybody, not even the little sod you want to have it off with."
Freddie giggles. "It's never going to happen, so don't worry about it."
I chuckle. "Never say never."
End of Freddie confession.
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We reach the bungalow, the boys get out of the back of the car and go into the warmth of the place, leaving me to clean up the mess their dirty sportswear has left behind. There are showers at the school playground where the football pitch is, but Kris doesn't like using it because the often cruel remarks about him being a `queer' can upset him. Yes, even the thick-skinned Kris can be hurt by some bullying little sod, and on Freddie's part, although he does his best to stick up for his best pal, he'd spend half his life fighting other boys who are so insensitive. So they have a system. They don't shower at school: they phone me to pick them up so they can shower and change into clean clothes here. Why not their parents? Well, that's another strange thing that's happened since the accident.
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I haven't asked, and I've no intention of doing so. Why should I? Everything is working fine. So to ask might disturb the equilibrium.
The equilibrium. After Kris's accident, Freddie began to spend a lot of time with me. Catching up on his schoolwork became an analogy for him to spend time with me... even occasional stayovers at the weekend. Then occasional turned to every weekend. Whether Ann has spoken to Ted about us, I have no idea. I've never asked. I still see them. Regularly. They've never been for a meal here since that tragic day, but they have called occasionally, and I often pop in to see them or to pick Freddie up. I have no idea what Ted is thinking about all this, but I definitely know Ann is much happier now she knows what really made Freddie ill. Mums... eh! Freddie turns out to be bisexual (yes, I think that's what he is because he also likes girls, or so he says), and all she's bothered about is that he's not going crazy anymore. Well, you can't have your cake and eat it. Anyway, from what I can gather, because I spend a lot of money on Freddie's clothes and other stuff, they're better off financially, and they get to spend some time alone. They're a strange couple. Ted's a funny bloke at times, but they love each other like crazy. It works, and me and Freddie are halfway there to living together. He stays at home during the week because it's easier for him to go to school, but he spends about three midweek evenings with me, and I always get him back home for ten at the latest. Never any questions. That's how it is. That's how it's happened, and I've no intention of rocking the boat. And that goes for Kris, too.
I saved his life. Zachary Blair saved Kris Boscowan's life, so that means I'm entitled to have his company at any time without question. Anyway, because Freddie is almost always here when Kris is, the excuse is that Kris is spending time with his mate. I'm a non-entity. Well, they choose to look at it that way. Although they live in the same village, I rarely see his parents, and when I do it's probably just a toot on the horn as I'm driving past them. Kris lives at home most of the time, but occasionally he'll have a stayover with his best pal, Freddie... who almost lives here anyway. Here we go round the mulberry bush... but nobody is falling down, and definitely there's no Attishoo's. My two boys are as healthy as spring lambs, but twice as happy. That's because one of them is basking in our special love, and the other is getting fucked regularly. There's just one dodgy spoke in the wheel: my parents. Well, it's sort of strange. I speak to them regularly, but they never ask about my welfare, and neither do they ask to come and visit me. I have my suspicions why that is. I think Ann may have spoken to them and let the cat out of the bag. I think they may not approve and are keeping their distance. Maybe they haven't got a clue how to handle their eldest son having a love affair with a fourteen year old boy. Oh... didn't I tell you? Freddie was fourteen on 1st of October. Less than two years now and we'll be legal. Two years and a month and Kris will join us in the Legal Stakes. Then we can relax in our legal harem. Oh, James knows. He wheedled it out of me and then couldn't stop laughing.
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Talking of harems, I yell to the boys not to make a mess in my bathroom when I hear them laughing their bollocks off.
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Hot food and a warm home. The boys love hot food in wintertime after they've been playing football, and they love my home to be warm after they've showered so they can clad themselves in the least clothes possible knowing that if there's any sexy stuff to follow immediately, they can be undressed in two shakes of a dog's dick. Definitely no underpants. Usually it's cotton soccer shorts and a thin tee-shirt. That's it. They know how much I desire their young bodies, so why make things difficult for my probing fingers to feel the warmth and delicious contours of them? After the hot food, that is, and today I've done their favourite: lamb stew and dumplings with plenty of fresh, crusty bread. Done in the oven it is, slowly so the meat is nice and tender and the vegetables have almost dissolved. Try getting kids to eat meat and four veg, and you're on a loser. Make the veg disappear, and there's no problem. And so we sit in the kitchen and eat lunch together, the boys washing it down with orange juice, and I have mine with a couple of beers. The boys like me to have a few beers. They say it lowers my inhibitions. It's all baloney. I hardly feel the effects of the alcohol from two beers. No, if my inhibitions are lowered, then it's because having two boys in bed with me boosts my lust levels to super heights... especially because the two boys are so different, which means that between them they cater for every sexual nuance that turns me on.
Dinner over. Into the warm lounge. Me and Freddie on the sofa: Kris lying on his back on the hearthrug in front of me, pretending to watch the TV. Freddie scoots into my lap, facing me, brushing my hair back from my forehead while he kisses my lips gently while we stare into each other's eyes. He tells me he loves me and how much he's been looking forward to this weekend. I reward him with a special kiss. Then I feel Kris lift up my right foot and take off my sock. When he lets it down, I feel the hardness of his hot cock under my foot. I didn't see him do it, but I know he's pushed his shorts down. I'm multi-tasking: loving Freddie and playing with Kris's cock with my toes and foot. But Kris is in control down there. He's got hold of my foot and is directing things; sometimes rubbing my toes around his balls, and other times using the sole of my foot to press his cock down onto his belly to masturbate himself. Then he turns over and I have to do more work. My foot is on his cute little bum now, so I massage the two soft orbs of flesh before worming my toes into his bum crack. Kris helps me by pulling his bum cheeks open so I can get to his sphincter, where I use my big toe to stimulate him. It's times like this when I wish I'd been born with ambidextrous, gorilla-like limbs. Then Kris gets up and says, "I'm going to the bedroom. Don't you pair of wenches stop in here all day with your fucking kissing!"
When he goes into the bedroom, me and Freddie begin to giggle. Freddie whispers to me, "Shall we make him wait until he yells at us?"
I chuckle. "Yes. When was the last time you did it?"
Freddie grins at me. "The last night I was here. Thursday night. I've been saving it up for you."
I pull his head to me and kiss him. "Good lad. I was hoping you had. Is Patrick hard now?"
Freddie takes my hand and pushes it down the front of his shorts. His cock is hot and hard. I massage his knob for a few moments, and then he pulls my hand out. He kisses me. "He's playing games with us. He'll be greased up now and pretending he's not bothered. Shall we surprise him and go now?"
I grin at him. "You sexy sod. It's you that can't wait."
Freddie giggles. "I know. Patrick wants some special loving. He isn't pleased that I've made him wait."
I chuckle, push Freddie off me, and together we go to the bedroom where Kris is lying naked on his back, playing with his cock. He grins at us, and says, "I've won again."
To be continued...
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