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Anthony Alboran's story – Crisp Buddies.

 

Written by John Teller.

 

Part two.

 

Dressed up to the nines I was when I got in the taxi (yes, I'd splashed out on a taxi just to show that I wasn't completely skint) and gave the driver the address of Bat Cave. Because it was a nice warm afternoon, I hadn't bothered with a coat... just blue jeans and a grey dress shirt, open at the neck and outside my trousers. But I was wearing shoes and not trainers. Had to put on a show, didn't I? After all, I was going to see my boyfriend. It had all been arranged.

 

Ashton phoned me three times after that first call: Friday night, Saturday morning, and again at nine that night, which was when we had our longest chat. (And it was sort of intimate. LOL. )

 

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We'd been chatting about things in general for about fifteen minutes when Ashton asked me, "Do you really like me, Tony?"

 

Did I?!! Too right I did! Did I tell you that I was in proper love by then? Well I was, head over heels with Ashton. Every waking moment he was in my thoughts, and he was in my bed thoughts until I drifted off to sleep, exhausted by what we'd been doing, if you know what I mean. But I was still a bit shy, and that's because neither of us had really discussed how we felt about each other. That's why I was sort of hesitant when I replied, "Yes. I don't take crisps from every strange boy I meet, you know."

 

Ashton giggled. "So I'm a strange boy, am I?"

 

I giggled back. "No! You know what I mean. I meant a strange boy as in a stranger. But you are a bit strange I suppose."

 

"In what way?"

 

"Well, not all fifteen and a half year olds like old blokes like me."

 

Ashton chuckled. "You're not really old, as in really old. In fact there's more age difference between mum and Olga than there is between us."

 

"Really!"

 

"Yes. Olga is fifty and mum is only thirty-six."

 

(Yes, the mind boggles, readers, doesn't it! What I haven't told you is that me and Ashton had discussed his mother's relationship, and without actually saying it, he'd made it pretty clear that Olga was Batman, and Wendy was Batwoman. In Pederasty for Dummies, this situation would probably be in section 69, sub-section 123, and just after a chapter on Will the son of a lesbian be gay? Anyway, stick with me and we'll get on with what happened.)

 

I couldn't help but chuckle when Ashton told me that, and I'm sure he could hear the amusement in my voice when I said, "There's hope for me and you yet then."

 

Ashton had sensed the humour in my voice, and he, too, was chuckling when he replied, "Perhaps there is. That's why I asked you the question."

 

"The question?"

 

"Yes, you dummy!" (We'd got to the stage where we could make fun of each other, but the reason I started giggling was because I was thinking that he was dealing with an ignoramus who was in dire need of our Pederasty for Dummies.) Ashton continued, "Well? Do you really like me?"

 

"Yes, of course I really like you. I hope you don't mind. It's just that I'm not sure if you really like me. That's why I say funny things most of the time. I'm just nervous about telling you anything like that."

 

Ashton's voice carried a lot of sympathy in it when he said, "I know. I'm the same. I want to say some things but I daren't just in case you think I shouldn't. I've always liked you a lot ever since I first saw you. I told mum about you when I got home."

 

"Didn't she mind that I was a lot older than you?"

 

"No. She said I was old enough to choose my own friends." Ashton chuckled. "Even if you were a crisp thief."

 

I chuckled. "I'm glad I did now. Being a crisp thief does have its advantages. I met a boy I really like because I'm a crisp thief, and ever since I met him, I've come to like him more and more. In fact I really, really like him if you know what I mean."

 

Ashton's voice had no amusement in it, and it was nice and soft when he replied, "Yes. I think I do. If I'd missed you on Thursday then I would have been devastated. In fact I'd probably have gone to wait for you by the shops to catch you on Friday afternoon. What would you have done if we'd missed each other?"

 

My voice was also soft when I answered him, "I hate to say this because it would have been the wrong thing to do, but I would have spent my two weeks holiday searching for you. Sorry, but that's how much I like you."

 

"I'd have done the same. So it looks as though we like each other in the same way?"

 

I hesitated slightly before I said it, but then managed to get out, "I'm not sure about that. You may not like me when you really know how I like you."

 

Ashton gave out a nervous little laugh. "I think I do, but we'll sort that when you come to dinner, eh? Oh, by the way, don't be frightened of Olga. Her bark is worse than her bite."

 

"What do you mean?"

 

A proper giggle from Ashton then. "You'll see, but I'll protect you. I hope you're not thin skinned. Just ignore her."

 

"Blimey! She sounds like a Pit Bull."

 

That's when we ended the conversation, with Ashton laughing when he said, "She's worse than that. But don't run away, will you! I'll see you tomorrow. Goodnight."

 

"Goodnight Ashton."

 

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And all that lot was in my mind when I got out of the taxi at 46 Roland Street with a plastic carrier bag containing two bottles of wine - one white and one red: French wines, and both had cost me over a tenner each because I didn't fancy drinking cheap plonk from South America - and a box of After Eight chocolates as well as a packet of prawn flavour crisps. I started giggling when I saw the name of the house on a bright blue porcelain plaque decorated with flowers that was fastened to the wall at the side of the white porch entrance door: Fiddler's Elbow. (I kid you not readers... and in this house was at least two people who I knew were as bent as one. When I went in, that would be three, and my hope of hopes was that it would be four!) So, chuckling inwardly, but as nervous as hell, I walked up to the door and rang the bell. (By the way, I'd been right... the house was one of the little boxes that a cat couldn't get between it and the houses adjacent to it.) But all the amusement left me when the door opened and facing me was a woman who even a blind man could see was as butch as they come, and I almost ran away when she said in a husky voice, "So you're the crisp thief that Ash fancies." She looked me up and down. "My... you're a big lad! (I am. I weigh just over fourteen stones - about 200 lbs - am six feet tall... and there's no fat on me.) Come on in." So, with my tail between my legs (you know what I mean!) I sort of smiled and stepped into the small hall, and Batman (I was in no doubt, readers!) called up the stairs that were to the right of the hall, "Muffin! He's here. Move your butt!" Then she turned to me again. "I'm Olga and my bark is worse than my bite. You'll get used to me. Well, you've got two chances."

 

She grinned when she said that, which slightly disarmed me when I said, "Pleased to meet you, Olga. Then I grinned. "Muffin did warn me about you."

 

She laughed. "I'll bet he did. Come on in Tony. Wendy's in the kitchen." She pointed to the far end of the hall. "In there."

 

So I walked through the hall and into the kitchen. Batwoman! She was beautiful, and I mean beautiful, readers. About five-eight, slim and shapely, and as pretty as a picture with her long blonde hair. One of those creatures who do not need makeup to make her beautiful, and to be absolutely honest, I would have shagged her no doubt had the circumstances been different. I could well understand how a butch lesbian would fall for her, and when she smiled at me, it was a lovely open smile that I knew was filled with affection. After all, I was her boy's suitor, and I reckon she'd already made up her mind about me from our conversation and from what Ashton had told her about me.  She held out a dainty hand. "Hello Tony. Pleased to meet you. Ashton's just had a shower and will be down in a moment." She smiled. "He wants to look his best for you."

 

What could I say to that? I was bloody embarrassed, but my natural sense of humour kicked in and rescued me. "If he's got some cheese and onion crisps with him, he'll be fine." I lifted the plastic carrier bag. "I've brought him a packet of prawn flavour so he doesn't have to give me any. And there's a couple of bottles of wine and some After Eights in here."

 

She chuckled. "You'd no need to bring anything, but thank you. We'll have the wine with dinner and the chocolates with coffee." She took the bag from me and looked behind me. "He's here now."

 

He's here now. Oh, my God! The moment I turned and saw him I changed my mind about shagging his mother. Pink socks; red chinos; a pink shirt hanging outside his chinos, open necked, with a dark blue tie - knotted but hanging loosely from the collar, and his short dark hair was styled beautifully with a quip at the front that went to his right. I wanted to tell him that I'd never seen anyone as beautiful in my life, but all I could do was grin shyly, and say, "Hi."

 

He smiled, and I'm sure I saw his perfect white teeth sparkle. Then he said something that thrilled me. "You look great. I wouldn't recognise you if I saw you in the street now."

 

I grinned at him. "You would if you were eating crisps." Then I looked at him deliberately. "I wouldn't have recognised you either. You don't look like a schoolboy any more."

 

He giggled. "Is that good or bad?"

 

I looked right into his eyes when I said, "All good."

 

I could tell he was pleased I'd said that, but it was all a bit embarrassing in front of his mother and Batman standing behind him with a sturdy hand on his shoulder. But it was Batman who saved the day. "Come on you two! You're blocking the place up. Go in the lounge or something or go and show Tony your room. He might as well get used to it. You two will probably be spending more time up there than down here. Out of my road so we can get on with dinner."

 

I didn't know where to put my face. Ashton giggled, and then Wendy said, "Don't be rude, Olga! You're embarrassing them!"

 

Olga grinned at me. "Tony will be alright once he's got used to me. Won't you Tony?"

 

I grinned back at her. "Probably, but give me time."

 

She laughed. "Get off the pair of you and we'll let you know when dinner's ready. Me and Wendy can talk about you now we've seen you, so don't worry if your ears are burning." Then she looked me over deliberately. "You're not bad for a crisp thief. I expected something a bit rougher. You polish up well."

 

No way was I letting her get off Scott free with that embarrassing comment, so I decided to try and turn the tables on her. I noticed when I first saw her that she had beautiful blue eyes that sparkled with amusement, so I said, "Has anybody ever told you that you've got beautiful eyes?"

 

She giggled and then jerked a thumb over her shoulder. "Out! The pair of you!"

 

Ashton, with a big grin on his face waved to me to follow him, and we went back into the hall. Then we went into the lounge through a door on our right. He looked at me and said, "Do you want to sit on the sofa and watch some TV?"

 

Nervously, I shrugged my shoulders. "That's fine with me."

 

"Or do you want to see my room?" I looked into his eyes. They were serious. I nodded. He smiled. I smiled, and then he led the way back into the hall. Just before we began to walk up the stairs, he shouted, "I'm showing Tony my room."

 

We both giggled when Olga called back, "Don't do anything I wouldn't do. I'll shout you when dinner's almost ready."

 

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So we walked up the stairs. Ashton was in front and I was looking at him. It was surreal. I hadn't been in my Crisp Buddy's house for ten minutes and we were headed for his bedroom and I was studying the lovely shape of the gorgeous creature in front of me who had spent ages making himself look beautiful for me. I was in absolutely no doubt that Pederasty for Dummies would have a section on this. It would be about halfway through the tome and under the heading: What to do if you get into a boy's bedroom. Then it would have a dozen scenarios under different subsections depending on how things panned out. Well, how would it pan out this time?

 

(I reckon this is another time I need to chat with you readers. First of all, even though I did need Pederasty for Dummies, in real life I'm not a dummy. I'm a toolmaker as you know, and you have to be a bit bright to be one of those. I work on jobs where one mistake can cost thousands... even tens of thousands of pounds. I'm highly skilled working with lathes and other engineering machinery that produces an original part, mostly sub-contracted work for Rolls Royce who makes jet engines in Derby. I work to tolerances of only a few thousandths of an inch, and one mistake means I really do have to start all over again. So I can't afford errors. And being a toolmaker means that I have to plan. So... let's project my situation with Ashton based on my background. The only thing stopping me from believing absolutely that me and Ashton were going to become an item was my inexperience of a situation of being with boys his age. But at some point you have to have faith that what's happening is the real thing. I've said before that this was not a one-way thing, and that was based on Ashton acting towards me as I was acting towards him. Also, and this was very important, even taking away the crazy situation of Ashton's `family', right then I was walking into a boy's bedroom... the same boy who had, last night, said we liked each other the same way. Well you all know what way I liked Ashton, so this trip to his bedroom was not to make the beds. Was it? Right, we'll carry on now.)

 

I had a bedroom as a kid; you lot had a bedroom as a kid, and as you know, boys' bedrooms are never tidy, are they? Well, not unless someone important is going to inspect them, and in this case, that important person was Me. And that required planning, and in this instance I was in no doubt that the planning had been done by three people. No way could Ashton's bedroom have been as tidy and organized as it was if a boy did it. And that's not all. When we went into Ashton's bedroom, the first thing I saw was his bed. I was expecting a single bed, or maybe bunk beds just in case he had a pal stayover, but Ashton had a three-quarter bed, and instead of a heap of pillows in the middle of it for him to lay his single head on, there were four pillows on the bed, in pairs, side by side. This bed was made up for two people to sleep in, and I was beginning to get excited at each discovery of the things this beautiful boy was presenting to me.

 

Ashton waved his hand around. "Do you like it?"

 

I smiled at him, looked at the modern furniture and the computer desk with the large screen, and the games console and a small music system by the side of if it, and nodded. "Now I don't have to wonder what it's like when you're talking on the phone to me."

 

Ashton grinned. "Sit on the bed."

 

I gave him a puzzled look. "What for?"

 

He giggled. "Just do it." So I did, and sat looking at him. He picked up a camera from his dressing table, and grinned. "Smile!"

 

I didn't smile; I laughed, and asked, "What are you doing this for?"

 

It took him about ten minutes from start to finish, and at the end of it all he sat back on his computer chair and grinned at me. "Do you like it?"

 

I stared at the picture on the 21" screen. It was a full picture of me leaning back on the bed, supporting myself with my hands behind me, smiling at Ashton. I was now his desktop picture. I looked down at him, right into his beautiful brown eyes, and asked, "More to the point, do you like it?"

 

Ashton's face was serious when he stared into my eyes and said, "I love it."

 

Like; really like, and now love. The evolution of revealing our feelings had reached a new juncture, but still, in my mind, there was ambiguity in his comment, so I stared into his eyes and asked him, "It?"

 

For a brief moment I saw him biting his lower lip, and then, as if he was building up courage, he looked right into me and said in a way that was unambiguous, "You!"

 

It really is a beautiful moment in time when you know everything you wanted is coming true, and I was welling up with emotions when I smiled at him and asked, "You love a crisp thief?"

 

He nodded. "Yes, I do. What about you? Do you love me?"

 

I nodded slowly. "I think I fell in love with you the moment I first saw you."

 

Whether it was emotions of love, or relief, or both, I wasn't sure, but when Ashton's eyes betrayed whatever feelings were afflicting him by becoming moist with tears, I went to one knee and swivelled Ashton in his computer chair until he was facing me, and then cradled his head in my hands. For a few moments I stared into his liquid eyes, and then, slowly, I pulled his head to me and kissed the saltiness of his love... a tiny tear that had seeped from one corner of his left eye. And then he whispered, "Will you kiss me."

 

I smiled at him. "Are you sure you want to? It's a big step to take!"

 

He nodded. "Yes, but only if you want to."

 

"I want to, but I need to know something before I do. I have to be absolutely sure I'm doing the right thing."

 

Ashton looked puzzled. "The right thing? I'm not sure I know what you mean."

 

I put a hand under his chin, stroked his cheek, and looked into his eyes when I said, "You might just love me as a friend?"

 

Ashton took hold of the hand that was stroking his cheek, and kissed it, and he was looking into my eyes when he said, "I don't want to go to bed with a friend."

 

I smiled at him. "I'm staying tonight, aren't I? That's why the bed's made up like it is, isn't it?"

 

He giggled nervously. "You don't miss much, do you?"

 

I shook my head and grinned at him. "No. Not when it comes to the important things in my life I don't."

 

"And I'm important?"

 

I nodded. "Yes. You're so important that I don't want to make any mistakes that might hurt you. So that's why everything has to come from you."

 

Ashton's hold on my hand became tighter, and he rubbed my fingers hard against his lips. Then he looked right into me, and said, "You've probably worked out that I'm gay?"

 

I smiled at him. "I was hoping you were, because then you'd be like me. Do your mum and Olga know you're gay?"

 

He gave me a lovely, tearful smile. "Yes, of course they do! So now you've told me that you are, then can I ask you a question? Will you stay tonight?"

 

"You want to sleep with me?"

 

He nodded. "Yes please."

 

"And what about your mum and Olga? Will they be alright with it?"

 

Again he nodded. "It was their idea. They knew what I wanted, so they've been plotting ever since you said you'd come to dinner. My bedroom isn't usually this tidy."

 

I chuckled softly. "I guessed that. And did they buy you that lovely body spray you've put on that's making me wish I was in bed with you now?"

 

"It's not body spray. It's Burberry aftershave. Olga said that if it didn't work on you, then you'd be frigid."

 

I gave him a pretend hurt look. "I'm not frigid!"

 

Ashton's face widened into a cheeky grin. "I was hoping you wouldn't be."

 

No more words were necessary. That bit of fun was all that was needed, and the kiss that Ashton wanted and that I was dying for, became reality when I moved my head towards him and saw his beautiful full lips open slightly to receive mine. The first touch of our lips sent shock waves through me, and I drank in the air that he breathed as if it was an elixir. Neither of us rushed those first gentle and loving moments, but as our passions grew more desperate, Ashton slipped his arms around my neck and pulled us closer until our mouths locked in uncontrollable desire, and when I put my hands around his waist and lifted him up from the computer chair and pulled our bodies together, it became lethal. Until, that is, Batman shouted up the stairs, "Are you two okay up there? Do you need any help?"

 

Immediately, we broke apart, and we were both giggling when Ashton shouted down, "No Olga! Bugger off and make the dinner! We're getting hungry."

 

"It won't be long. Carry on whatever you were doing. I won't disturb you again, but make sure the bed's tidy. It took me an hour to make that up."

 

I had my hand in front of my mouth to stifle my laughter, and Ashton was giggling fit to burst. When we'd controlled ourselves, I asked, "Do you always talk to her like that?"

 

Ashton placed his hand on my arm. "That's nothing. Sparks fly when we really get going."

 

"And what does your mum say about that?"

 

"She just laughs and keeps out of it. Me and Olga had a big row this afternoon. She wanted to put a pink flowered duvet cover on the bed. I told her to sod off."

 

I giggled. "You don't like pink flowers on your bed then?"

 

Ashton gave me a harsh look. "No! I'm not effeminate!" Then he was a bit hesitant when he asked, "Is that how you wanted me to be?"

 

I grinned and shook my head. "No. Well, you know... not one of those who like to dress up in women's clothes."

 

Ashton couldn't stop giggling when he said, "I'm not. Are you?"

 

Still grinning, I replied, "No. I wear boxers, not knickers. What do you wear?"

 

Still chuckling, he said, "None of your business. You'll find out tonight. Shall we go down and watch some TV before we get found out?"

 

I winked at him, and said, "I think we already have been, don't you?"

 

Ashton chuckled.

 

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Dinner was a blast, taken at the six-seater table at one end of the lounge. The food was nice as well... nibbles - including prawn flavour crisps for Ashton, which kept making him giggle every time he took a handful - with small glasses of my white wine (Ashton had some, too), and that was followed by a delicious chicken dinner and large glasses of wine. (Ashton kept his small glass, and didn't drink much.)

 

I expected the seating arrangements to be as they were at the dark glass table: Ashton and me on one side with Wendy opposite her son. Olga was opposite me... no doubt seated there to work me out, especially when I discovered what she did for a living. I almost choked on a mouthful of chicken when she said she was a Social Worker, working on the front line of the children's section. In fact I said almost nothing while she chatted on about a case she'd been working on all week in court where she'd applied (successfully) for custody of two girls who were being sexually abused by their father. (No names were mentioned, which I discovered was always to be the norm when she discussed work.) Ashton was quite at ease with the conversation, and by the time we'd eaten dinner I was well aware that nothing was taboo in this family. When that conversation was over, Olga set to work interrogating me. She had a special way of getting to know what she wanted... she just asked difficult questions outright, and by the time we'd finished, my character was outed completely, along with all the sordid details of my failed marriage. Her final comment on that matter was brutally blunt: "Better out of that lot than in it. Anyway, I've never understood why men and women get married when they're not cut out for it."

 

The moment she said it Ashton took her to task with an acidic comment. "I wouldn't have been here if everybody thought that way."

 

Obviously, he was referring to his mother's sexuality and her marriage to his father, and Olga relented. She smiled at Ashton. "Good lad. Trust you to put me in my place." Then she smiled at me, and said, "You're getting a clever boy there. Don't you think so Tony?" I didn't answer her; I just smiled, so she continued, "You'll stay the night will you?"

 

I grinned at her. "Do you have a spare bedroom?"

 

She laughed; Wendy giggled, and Ashton beamed at me. Then Olga said with a huge grin on her face, "I'm afraid not, but we'll sort you out somewhere I'm sure. Now drink up while me and Wendy get the desert."

 

When they'd gone into the kitchen, Ashton laid his head against my shoulder and held my arm with both hands. He looked up at me; I looked down at him, and we shared a soft kiss. Then he grinned, and said, "You handled that lot well."

 

I gave him a small peck on the lips. "I had to if I didn't want to lose you."

 

He looked right into my eyes. "You won't lose me. Not now."

 

"Not now?"

 

He nodded. "Not now I've found you. Are you glad we met?"

 

I smiled down at him, and nodded. "Yes. I think the wine's going to my head."

 

Ashton grinned. "In what way?"

 

I winked at him. "I can't get it out of my head what sort of underpants you're wearing."

 

He lifted his head and kissed my lips. "Briefs. Tight ones to hide what I'm feeling."

 

I chuckled. "And what are you feeling?"

 

He giggled. "Sexy. Are you?"

 

I grinned and nodded. "Only when I look at you. I'm glad Olga is sitting opposite me. I don't have any problem controlling what's in my boxers when I'm looking at her."

 

And Ashton and me were still giggling like lunatics when the `ladies' brought in the desert of apple pie and cream. When Olga saw us laughing, she asked, "And what's tickled you two Romeos?"

 

I winked at her. "We were discussing where the spare bedroom was. Apparently, because you only have two bedrooms, I'm sleeping in the bath tonight."

 

Olga laughed. "I'm sure lover boy here will sort it so you've got something nice and soft to sleep in... and with." Then she giggled like a lunatic. "Well, not everything will be soft, I'm sure."

 

Wendy glared at her. "Olga! Enough!"

 

Olga grinned; me and Ashton grinned, and even Wendy was grinning when they both sat down to eat desert.

 

More wine... a delicious Californian desert wine that was quite strong, and by the time we'd finished the cheese course, I reckon everybody was at least slightly under the influence. Well, I was. So much so that I didn't try to prise Ashton away from me when he leaned his head on my shoulder and linked my arm again, but not drunk enough to miss the look of deep affection in his mother's eyes as she studied him doing it. And my eyes were almost misty when Ashton stretched out his other hand onto the table and his mother took hold of it. I looked at Olga. She smiled and winked. We understood each other perfectly. There was a whole lotta loving going around the table.

 

Unexpected circumstances pop up that can be horrible or beautiful, and I was to discover the latter when we retired with our glasses to the living area of the lounge. I'd noticed that rather than having a three-seater sofa and two armchairs, they had two double sofas situated so they were intimately apart but together if you know what I mean. Two couples could sit apart, and yet be as one conversationally. It was a long lounge stretching from the front of the house to the back, and both sets of curtains were drawn. Rather than have the main lights on, Olga had switched on two wall lights with amber globes that lit up the room with a lovely warm glow, and then she and Wendy sat on the sofa nearest to the front of the house, and Ashton and I took the other, nearest to the dining area. The moment I sat down Ashton sat next to me and curled himself up so he was holding my arm and resting his head against my shoulder. It was a continuation of our intimacy. Olga smiled, and then she said, "This is nice and cosy. Shall we have some music on rather than watch TV? What sort of music do you like Tony?"

 

"I'm a Freddie Mercury fan."

 

She laughed. "Great minds think alike!"

 

I grinned. "You like him too?"

 

"No, but Wendy does. Shall we play some? Wendy's got everything he ever sang. Let's see what we can find for you two sentimentals." She glared at Ashton. "Unless you want some of your rubbish rap stuff on?"

 

Ashton giggled. "No. I'll put that on in the morning to wake you up."

 

Olga pointed a warning finger at him. "You just dare and you'll be out on your backside, me boy."

 

Ashton laughed. "That's okay. Your threats are no good now. I can go and live with Tony if you kick me out."

 

Another pointed finger. "And he's welcome to you! Let's see how he goes on cleaning the bathroom after you've left everything all over the place! Not to mention rooting your dirty socks from under the bed!" She looked at me. "Do you want him Tony?"

 

I laughed. "I'm keeping out of it."

 

Wendy giggled. "Best way Tony when these two start fighting. Put some music on Olga, and give over arguing!"

 

Olga got up, went to the player behind us and put on a CD. Then, grinning, she sat by Wendy and lifted her arm. Wendy smiled and settled in to have a cuddle. I thought that was lovely, and it got even better when Ashton lifted my arm and put it around his shoulders and settled into me to have a proper cuddle. And it got even better when Freddie began to sing.

 

Wine is a wonderful thing. It's been responsible for many things throughout millennia, including making food taste delicious, but its greatest asset is that it lowers inhibitions, especially when accompanied by the mercurial talent of Freddie Mercury, and after a while of listening to him, although we were four people in the room, we became separate couples. I could see Wendy and Olga enjoying each other's intimate company, but Ashton and me were also having ours. During, Those Are The Days Of Our lives, Ashton stroked my face and whispered, "I wish I'd met you a long time ago."

 

I smiled at him, and kept my voice to a whisper too when I said, "You would have been too young."

 

(All our conversation was done in secret whispers after that, but no way could we hide what we were doing... being very intimate.)

 

He shook his head and stared into my eyes. "I wouldn't. I meant so I could have had your love then."

 

I realised what he was saying. Ashton wanted male loving. It didn't have to be sexual. He just wanted to be able to sink into strong male arms and be loved, but what he said did make me wonder if a lack of male loving as a child had formed part of the reason why he was gay. That's why I smiled at him, and said, "I'm here for you now. Will that do?"

 

He stroked my cheek again. "Yes. Do you really love me?"

 

I nodded. "Yes. It's strange. A young man coming home from school, as untidy as young men can be, and I fell in love with him as soon as I saw him."

 

Ashton smiled. "You don't call me a boy anymore. Don't you see me as a boy now?"

 

"Half and half. When I saw you today, you were still a boy, but you were the most beautiful young man I've ever laid eyes on. You're beautiful, and I'm just surprised that you felt anything for me. Why did you?"

 

"Because you're really handsome."

 

"That's all?"

 

Ashton shook his head. "You're a crisp thief."

 

I giggled and followed the contours of his cute face with a forefinger. "I stole a crisp, and you stole my heart, and now we're proper crisp buddies."

 

Ashton chuckled. "Crisp Buddies. I like that. Anyway, you're not just handsome, you're special. You've got a cheeky grin and lovely eyes that sparkle. In fact they're sparkling now."

 

"That's because they're looking at a diamond."

 

Ashton sank into me and pressed his head against me when I said that, and it was just as Love of my Life began to play. And then his free arm came around me and he pressed himself even harder into me. I knew Wendy and Olga could see us, but because I knew our affair came with their full blessing, I didn't care. All I wanted to do was hold this wonderful boy in my arms and give him the love he needed... the love I needed, and while the beautiful love song was playing, I rested my head on Ashton's soft hair and glanced up and saw that Wendy was watching us with a smile on her face, and when our eyes met, she nodded almost imperceptibly, so I held Ashton as tight as I could until the song ended. When it was over, Ashton lifted his head and stared at me. I couldn't help it. I gave him a soft peck on his waiting lips. Who cares about propriety when two people are so much in love, and I knew the other occupants of the room would not be offended by what we did. They both loved the boy in my arms.

 

When we'd listened to most of the second CD, Ashton looked at his watch, and then up at me and said, "It's half past ten. Drink your wine and let's go to bed." So I untangled us, and as I was tipping up the last drops left in my wine glass, Ashton said to his mum and Olga, "We're going to bed now. Do you mind?"

 

I looked across at Wendy and Olga, and was expecting some crude comment from the latter, but they both just smiled when Wendy said, "No, that's fine. We'll have another hour and then we'll be up ourselves."

 

Olga also smiled, and then said, "There's a new toothbrush still in its packet for you Tony. Goodnight you two. See you in the morning"

 

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The awkward bathroom stuff was over for both of us, and after the awkward undressing stuff was too, we stood by the bed almost naked. I took hold of Ashton's hands and studied the perfect small body of the boy I loved, looked down at the dinky white briefs he was wearing that were bulging with excitement, and then looked into his eyes. "I like them."

 

He smiled, came closer, and wrapped his arms around my neck. I wrapped my arms around him and crushed us together, feeling the power of lust and love building up inside me as our two hot bodies melded into one as we kissed passionately, and in my mind I put Pederasty for Dummies away. I didn't need it right now. And Wendy had just told us that we had at least an hour to do whatever was going to be done. Thank God for that! I don't think I could have performed knowing Batman and Batwoman could hear everything I wanted to do to Robin. But maybe that analogy was wrong. Maybe I should have been thinking Spiderman, because Tony Alboran had been well and truly caught up in the web that this lovely but Bohemian family had woven for me. Whatever, there was a certain part of me that was desperate to be entrapped in the jaws of the beautiful spider that was in my arms, and I was willing to reciprocate... and more! Much more!

 

To be continued... 

 

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